Da Jin

Great Jin, Luoyang City.

The dusty rubble, misty rain towers, one hundred and eighty temples, and thousands of households stretch for hundreds of miles, guarding the majestic palace in the center of the city.

In the city of Luoyang, because it has just experienced the drizzle of the New Year, it is still a little damp, the streets are criss-crossed, the crowds are bustling, and the shouts of vendors are one after another.

It's just that in this bustling city, there is always a trace of sadness that cannot be erased on the faces of the people of Dajin who are in a hurry.

It wasn't because Ji Kang, a famous scholar in the neighboring country Daqi, was sentenced to death, and three thousand imperial scholars bid farewell on the execution ground, and the song Guangling San finally became a masterpiece.

It wasn't because the emperor of the Great Wei Kingdom on the border defied all opinions and made Han Zigao, a famous scholar of the Great Wei, his queen, and his love affair became known to the world.

After all, it is a foreign country's affairs, and at most it is regarded as a topic of conversation after dinner. What the people of Jin Dynasty care about is their own small life.

Looking at the sky with a sad face, it is not difficult to find blue-headed flying insects the size of fingernails flying in the sky with the warm sun slanting.

"It's only early spring, hey."

If this is the case in the city, one can imagine the situation of the cultivated land in various places.

Dajin has always been plagued by locust plagues, especially this year.

Don't underestimate these green-headed larvae the size of a fingernail. During the autumn harvest, they can grow to the thickness of two fingers, big and yellow, and eat a lot of crops.

Seeing that the calamity year was inevitable, it would be strange if there was a smile on the faces of the people of Dajin.

At this time, amidst the noisy streets, a neat carriage came slowly from the street and drove towards the imperial palace.

There was a wind blowing, and a corner of the curtain was lifted.

The originally noisy street suddenly became strangely quiet.

"What's wrong?" The person who hadn't reacted yet asked inexplicably.

The person being asked didn't answer at all, but stood up straight, even the merchants who sold goods on the street, who had always been philistine, looked a lot more upright.

And the dirty old beggar in the corner of the road also straightened his rotten body.

The person who asked the question stopped asking, because there was no one other than him who could make the people of Dajin suddenly behave politely.

Looking through the car window, I could vaguely see a scrupulous young man.

He is upright and elegant, like a gentleman, but sitting upright like a clay sculpture, with a strict look, gives people a feeling of strictness, old-fashioned, and rigidity to the extreme.

Strictly abide by the etiquette, without the slightest transgression, such a person should be the kind of old master who is rigid and fast into the coffin, but these are perfectly integrated in this young man, without any sense of abruptness.

There were also a few scholars on the street, who bowed their hands cautiously and performed the etiquette of a scholar, "I have seen the little saint."

little saint

It is hard to imagine that anyone can deserve such a title.

But for the people of Dajin, the young people on the carriage are the dogma of their Dajin scholars, and their strict words and deeds are the same as the saints in the books, which is amazing.

In the past, due to perennial locust plagues and weak national power, Dajin was often manipulated by people, "You Dajin are really poor, you can't even get enough to eat, and your soldiers in Dajin are really weak, like skinny monkeys."

I was so humiliated that I didn't know how to refute it, because what others said was the truth.

But it's different now, just raise your head and say, "We have little saints in Dajin, do you have any?"

Guaranteed to leave the other party speechless.

Zhou Fuli, the youngest Taifu in the dynasty, the No. 1 scholar of the Jin Dynasty, and the famous "little sage" in the literary world all over the world.

The streets are full of muffled discussions.

"The little saint is going to court?"

"Today seems to be the time for the little saint to submit the locust paper."

But looking at the high-hanging sun, it was unbelievable. The morning morning had started early. How could the most well-behaved person in the world be late like the little sage?

Sometimes people are like this. Once they form a fixed concept, even if the facts are in front of them, they will not believe it.

In this era, celebrities talk about Xuanfu poems, and ordinary people talk about celebrities, and this is the case everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Zhou Fuli was indeed late, and what no one in the carriage saw was that the little sage, who was as strict as a dogma in the hearts of the people of Dajin, was trembling slightly, unable to hide the panic in his heart.

Because maybe he is going to die soon, and he will die under the most cruel torture on the charge of bullying the world.

"What should I do?" Even though Zhou Fuli was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, he had to maintain a calm expression on his face, because he couldn't let anyone find out about his abnormality.

Today is the time for him to submit the Locust Retirement Essay to the court. This year, the locust plague will be very serious. The imperial court needs a locust restitution essay to worship the heavens, hoping that God will show mercy and not bring such disasters.

A sacrificial oration that can move the heavens, of course, such a thing fell on Zhou Fuli, the No.1 scholar of the Jin Dynasty.

If it was Zhou Fuli in the past, it was just a matter of raising hands, but now...

If he could write it, he would read his name upside down. He stutters when he talks about this era. This is the result of his secret practice over the past few days...

According to the magical memory of his muscles, he may be able to barely imitate his every move before.

But based on the life experiences in his mind like movie clips, can he write gorgeous articles of this era?

Shit!It's impossible, he can't even hold the brush steadily.

In fact, it is not correct to say that Zhou Fuli has completely changed himself now, because this body is indeed his, but when he traveled to this era and became a baby, perhaps because of some accident during time travel, his main soul I fell asleep and didn't wake up until a few days ago.

As for the body without the main soul, how can there be such an achievement as a "little saint"?

This is actually very understandable, the body without the main soul has become an existence similar to an advanced robot.

Robots are best at learning.

In this life, he happened to be born in a scholarly family in Jinling, and what he learned since he was a child was the way of a sage in the book. No one can imitate and follow the rules better than a robot, so what he said was the words of a sage, and what he followed was The way of a sage is the ritual of a sage, and the people of Dajin feel that he is like a dogma that came out of a book, and it is true.

But now there is a problem, his main soul has awakened, and everything is messed up. Everything about Zhou Fuli in this era is just a vague life experience to him, like watching a movie.

After watching a movie, you want to completely become the character in the movie?This is simply whimsical.

What's more, Zhou Fuli used to be so strict that he was like a template for a saint. It would be hell if a normal person could do it.

"I screwed myself up to death." Zhou Fuli's face was full of bitterness. During these years when the main soul was sleeping, this body was done too well, but it was too good.

But what can be done?If he was just an ordinary person, he could still pretend to be crazy, or disappear secretly to get past him, but as a little saint that everyone pays attention to in Dajin, he would have to be found even if he went to the deep mountains and old forests.

Escaping won't solve the problem, he has to face it, every step he takes in front of others will be like walking on thin ice, even if he makes a wrong step, he will be lost forever.

What will happen in the future, no one knows now, but now he should think about how to get through the current hurdle, what kind of retreat locust essay, even if he is killed, he can't write it.

But now he is on his way to the palace to present this sacrificial oration in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

Just as he was thinking in distress, the carriage stopped at this time, "Little saint, the palace is here."

Zhou Fuli took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and kept his slightly trembling feet calm.

Then he pinched his face with his hands, and the anxiety on his face was pinched away, and he showed a calm and calm expression...

Holding a box in his hand, he got out of the carriage, and the box contained the sacrificial oration he was going to present that would move God.

Getting off the carriage, Zhou Fuli glanced at the sun above his head. The sun was shining slantingly, and the time for going up to the court was long past, but for Zhou Fuli, this time was "just right".

Then go to the palace.

Today's court, or the nearest court, is shrouded in a depressive atmosphere. The people of Dajin worry about locust plagues every day, so why not the court? The people are just worried that they will not have enough to eat. Also have to worry about mobs disrupting the country and the country.

Under the leadership of a father-in-law on duty, Zhou Fuli quietly walked into the golden palace and took his place.

All the officials in the court glanced at the late Zhou Fuli from the corner of their eyes, and did not show any surprise expression, because Zhou Fuli had already been given the position of left minister, that is, his teacher had taken leave of absence. Because of the reason, it will go to court later.

In the eyes of all officials, Zhou Fuli is still the little saint with no messy hair, no wrinkle in the corners of his clothes, meticulous work, full of poetry and literature, and good looks.

Such rigorous Zhou Fuli inevitably made the officials who had been suppressed all morning show a glint of approval, like admiring a plum blossom in the cold winter, and only they in the Jin Dynasty have such a person who is so proud of the snow and frost.

Of course, this kind of approving gaze is limited to the hundred officials, excluding the one sitting at the top.

From the moment Zhou Fuli entered the Golden Palace, he felt a scorching gaze fall on him.

Looking up a little, he saw Sima Yu, the young emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty sitting on the dragon chair, and the rebellious and vicious eyes in the little emperor's eyes.

The contradictions and conflicts between a rebellious little emperor and a stubborn teacher who regards saints as the standard are not humane.

Anyway, Zhou Fuli felt that even if he survived this time without revealing his secrets, he would definitely be played to death by this little emperor in the future. If he remembered well, Zhou Fuli, the heartless and fearless robot in the past, could reprimand him for an hour every day in class.

The little emperor had a rough life experience. He grew up in the market since he was a child. He didn't take back his only son until the emperor became seriously ill. There are indeed a few more problems in his body, such as the "good habit" of revenge.

Hey, Zhou Fuli couldn't help but sigh in his heart because he played a good hand of cards poorly. His current difficult situation is not as simple as an article about retreating locusts.

It's useless to think about these things at this point, let's pass this level first, and hold the box with the sacrificial rites for locust withdrawal tightly, whether it is life or death is a matter of one fell swoop.