Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 254 The Book Has Its Own Yan Ruyu

Mu Xuan thought of her master stroking her long beard and shaking her head, and the ruler in her hand was still lingering, and said ferociously: "You young people, time is fleeting, time is fleeting..."

"What is reading for?"

Someone responded casually: "In order to be a high-ranking official!"

The ruler was slapped on the desk, and the master said in a deep voice, "Apart from this?"

"Hmm... in order to stand out from others, to honor the ancestors."

"I don't want to study, I want to go home, marry a wife and have children..." a student said with a teary face.

What did the master say at that time?
Mu Xuan tried hard to recall the scene at that time, and the master said: "Scholar, why do you study?"

"Mr. Zhang has something to say, set up your heart for heaven and earth, set up your life for life, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations!"

"Have you done what the master said? You have taught and educated people for many years, and you must have achieved your own achievements." Unintentionally, the student's words set off waves in the teacher's heart.

The master was a little choked up as he spoke, and tears filled his eyes as he read these righteous words, "How can it be so easy... I, teaching and educating people, is just doing the most common thing that scholars in the world do. Entering the hall, going to the scientific examination for the first time..."

"When people are old, they are about to forget."

"Jade can't be cut, it can't be used, people don't learn, don't know. You guys, listen to the master's advice, study hard, and go to the examination room next year after the end of the year. It's good to see the world. See people outside and people outside. There is a sky beyond the sky."

"Yes, master." There was no haze in the crisp answering voice, and the carefree senior looked drowsy at the scenery outside the window.

Thoughts drifted away, Fu Xian took out a teapot out of nowhere and poured her a glass of water to moisten her throat.

Mu Xuan has been influenced by the Four Books and Five Classics since she came to this world. Sitting in the school, she always unconsciously thinks of her classroom in the modern plane. overlapping.

In ancient times, the custom of farming, studying and inheriting family members continued, and if a scholar came out of a farmer's family, it could be regarded as a good thing to honor the ancestors.

She was often surrounded by people in the village. Occasionally, when she had some couplets or writing letters, everyone in the village immediately thought of her as a scholar.

When talking about some anecdotes when she was studying, she most often talked about the simple villagers in Qingxi Village. Aunt Wang always gave her eggs laid by her own old hen and refused to take money, saying that she watched her study hard. Make up your body more.

There was a Wenqu star in the village. At the age of 16, he passed the No. 1 exam in the college examination and became famous in several counties.

The villagers are very rare, and all of them are proud of it.

Brother Da Niu next door took his younger brother to invite her to go hunting together, because he saw her going up the mountain alone to collect medicine, and worried that something might happen to her, so he would accompany her every time to ensure her safety.

And the children in the village, when she was ridiculed by the good-for-nothing hooligans, would run out and make a big fuss, tossing the rascals away...

Such kind and simple people and things embellish her life. These big and small kindnesses are like starlight, which gathers into a beautiful star map, which shines brightly whenever encountering darkness, making her heart warm.

Mu Xuan gradually integrated into such a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, and also accepted that she was a member of the ten-year-old student in the ancient feudal society, occasionally debating with others in the academy, and discussing academics with her master.

She is intoxicated by the atmosphere of learning, and also loves the life with the fragrance of books and ink.

One person and one ghost, in this rare leisure time, talked about it, discussing some policy scriptures.

This communication shortened the distance between her and the male ghost, and Mu Xuan described Fu Xian's past through Fu Xian's natural conversation, knocking on the door of his heart.

Fu Xian seemed to have a natural sense of trust in her, and he was unguarded, which made her quickly figure out something.

Fu Xian is not from Lingzhou, he lived in Lingzhou Mansion as a guest during his lifetime, and he doesn't remember which relative's house he lived in.

When he died, he had just reached the weak crown, and he had such foresight at such a young age, Mu Xuan couldn't help but respect him.

Mu Xuan unexpectedly discovered that Fu Xian was very keen on border defense and military affairs. When she mentioned some wars, Fu Xian could always speak clearly and clearly, as if he had been on the battlefield in person.

He analyzed the pros and cons, analyzed people's hearts, and when it came to the emperor in the Jiahe period, Fu Xian's tone became heavy unconsciously.

No way, he looks like a relative of the emperor?Could it be that Emperor Jiahe was the prince who was assassinated and died in exile?
A ghost always wants to be reincarnated. He consumes his soul in this world, and if things go on like this, he will eventually return to dust.

Muxuan hoped that he could reincarnate as soon as possible, and she wanted to find out the reason why Fu Xian was trapped in Lanruo Temple.

Could it be that he took the script of restoring the country?

She tentatively asked, "What do you think of the current emperor of the new dynasty?"

After asking, Muxuan became annoyed again, he is a ghost, and Lanruo Temple is located in a remote place, where can I find out about the deeds of the current sage.

Unexpectedly, Fu Xian answered fluently: "The current sage works hard to govern and speaks widely, he is a wise king."

"I heard it from those officers and soldiers." Fu Xian added.

"I didn't expect you to intercept the officers and soldiers. You are very courageous."

Fu Xian smiled: "They lost their way and came here, so it's not like I provoked them. The officers and soldiers rested here a few days ago, and they brought those straws."

Fu Xian was completely dead, and now that the new dynasty is thriving, it's not too hard to think about restoring the country.

The rise and fall of a dynasty has never been a matter of one person. The decline of a dynasty is a thousand-mile embankment that has buried the root of disaster for a long time. Behind the collapse of a dynasty is the accumulation of countless contradictions.

Mu Xuan dispelled the speculation that the male ghost did not reincarnate because he wanted to restore the country.

Considering that he wanted to avoid the time when the sun was at its peak, Mu Xuan thoughtfully said something a little tired, so she went back to the room, and the male ghost followed her for a moment, sitting on both sides of the desk with her.

The two started to play chess and bet, stealing half a day's leisure.

There was a white jade chessboard on the case table, and the beauty in red pointed at the white chess pieces, and dropped a chess piece hesitantly.

Muxuan picked up the black pieces from the chess basket, and watched the situation where the black pieces were forced back again and again by the white pieces.

The person on the opposite side showed a hint of joy that victory was imminent, raised his eyebrows at her and said: "Young master is good at chess. I often play chess with myself in my spare time. I am usually bored, so I picked up all the things I still remember from the past."

"My son is going to lose."

"Not always."

Muxuan rubbed her left thumb, and smiled brightly at Fu Xian, like flowers in the dawn of spring, with a feeling of dazzling flowers, Fu Xian was in a daze for a moment, when looking back, the situation on the chess game suddenly changed, Fu Xian lost up.

Fu Xian was not annoyed, he smiled and said: "You won, you can make a request to me."

"The prosperity of the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit..." Fu Xian cleared his throat, and continued: "Everyone is working hard for their own interests, and they never get tired of it."

"what do you want?"

While Fu Xian was speaking, he was already close to Mu Xuan, the breath of air in his words carried the chill of Songxue, his whole body carried the solitude of the cold moon, and his gorgeous and unparalleled eyes showed a bit of loneliness for no reason.

The sunlight falls straight into the patio, cutting out the positive golden light, and the temperature in the summer morning is warm enough, with the occasional breeze blowing on the face, which slightly drives away the heat.

Last night was still violently windy, like late autumn, today it seemed to have disappeared, and Lanruo Temple was shrouded in tranquility and peace, completely no longer the ghostly aura of last night.

He asked again: "What can make you stay?"

　so boring plot

　　
　
(End of this chapter)