Da Jin

Now it's just the beginning of spring, and the court is full of things about spring plowing, urging officials from all over the place not to delay farming.

When Zhou Fuli came, today's government affairs were basically handled.

Just standing at his own position, at the front of the line of civil servants, a thin-looking old man with green beard stroked his beard and said with a smile on his face, "Since the self-denial is here, hurry up and submit the locust withdrawal document to Your Majesty. It's coming, don't delay."

Zhou Fuli, whose word is Keji, comes from "The Analects of Confucius·Yan Yuan", which says "Keji Fuli, the world belongs to benevolence".

The thin old man who spoke was Wang Yong, the prime minister of the left, and Zhou Fuli's mentor.

Wang Yong is the most satisfied student in the world, Zhou Fuli is the most satisfied student. Every time he sees this student with brilliant literary talent and beautiful scenery, he smiles like a flower on his face. I don't know how many people are envious.

Zhou Fuli opened the box in his hand, revealing a rolled up booklet inside, and the father-in-law on duty had come to pick up the booklet.

Zhou Fuli's body was stiff. Even if he made up his mind to face the problem head-on, his whole body became tense uncontrollably. If he hadn't tried his best to control it, he would have trembled in panic.

Because the content on this booklet is not a locust retreat at all, he has tried to write it in the past few days, but except for the ink star dripping on the paper because of shaking hands, he didn't even write a single word.

These are just poems and essays that Zhou Fuli transcribed when he practiced his pen in the past.

But death is life, also read this notebook.

Zhou Fuli didn't dare to take his eyes off the booklet in his father-in-law's hand for a moment, and his palms were sweating profusely from nervousness.

The father-in-law on duty held the booklet in both hands, raised it above his head, and humbly presented it to the little emperor on the dragon chair.

At this time, the sunlight outside the Golden Palace happened to shine in obliquely, and shone on the little emperor Sima Yu.

It has to be said that the ancient architecture is not inferior to the modern ones. For example, the Golden Palace where the government is currently located, the sun will shine on the dragon chair at this time of the day, making the person on the dragon chair look more dignified and honored. All the ministers worshiped, the reason why the Golden Palace was built like this is nothing more than a means of consolidating the imperial power, which is bestowed by heaven.

Sima Yu stretched out his hand to pick up the booklet. Although he and Zhou Fuli were "tat for tat" all the time, he had to admit that Zhou Fuli deserved the title of unparalleled talent and astonishing talent, because even when reprimanding him, he could quote from the scriptures without repeating them. Every time he was trained so dumb that he was powerless to fight.

I am afraid that except for Zhou Fuli himself, no one will doubt what an amazing article is in the notebook.

Sima Yu opened the booklet.

Zhou Fuli stared nervously, his palms were sweaty.

The sun shone on the notebook, and all the officials were waiting for His Majesty to praise the wonderfulness of the article.

Quiet, nothing but the slight sound of opening a folder.

It was only when the zhezi was unfolded that suddenly Sima Yu's hand moved forward in a panic, and the zhezi fell off his hand.

Everyone was shocked, what happened?

Before he could react, he saw Zhezi floating in the air... without fire, it ignited spontaneously, and the bright flame burned, turning into ashes in front of everyone.

"..."

Zhou Fuli tightened his tightly clenched fists in his sleeves, and it was...it was done.

He deliberately covered the folder with a box, rolled up the folder on purpose, and deliberately delayed facing up until the time when the sun was shining on the dragon chair, all for this moment.

Every step that seems to be careless, but as long as there is a slight mistake, the book will be ignited or not ignited in advance, and it can put him in a situation where there is no redemption, and only he can understand the thrills.

There are panic and doubtful voices in my ears.

Zhou Fuli also took the opportunity to wipe the sweat off his forehead. If the book hadn't spontaneously ignited, he couldn't believe how the little emperor would react when he saw the content on it.

"what happened?"

"Why did the zhezi ignite by itself?"

This bizarre phenomenon is really unbelievable.

Only Zhou Fuli saw some white powder flying in the air through the refraction of sunlight when Sima Yu threw out the notebook. If you think of other ways, you have to earn your own life.

At this time, a voice said loudly, "This must be a warning from the heavens."

The one who spoke was Master Yuan of the Sitianjian. Sitianjian observed the sky, measured fortunes, counted festivals, set the calendar, and presided over sacrifices. He also played a pivotal role in the court.

"I'm afraid this article by the Taifu is not acceptable to the world, so it will spontaneously ignite and disappear from the sky." Someone whispered again.

Whoa!

This is used to sacrifice to the gods and avoid disasters. Doesn't it mean... God will not bless me in Dajin.

It was gloomy.

Zhou Fuli breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Originally, he was still thinking about how to guide one or two, so that the accident seemed logical, but he did not expect that Master Yuan would help him. This reason is also good, and it is in line with the thinking of people of this era. It would be really difficult to let him guide it by himself, because he has not yet adapted to the way of speaking in this era, he stutters and can't straighten his tongue.

In the end, it was Zuo Xiang Wang Yong who yelled loudly and ended the chaos in the court, "It's just ruining a sacrificial article, so why panic, as long as Keji is still in my Jin Dynasty, let him write another one."

Zhou Fuli: "..."

Isn't this cheating students?He finally...

Wang Yong added another sentence, "I can't write two articles for one article, and I can't write three articles for two articles. As long as I have a heart, the sky... will bless me."

"God will bless me!" The voices came together in twos and threes.

Zhou Fuli: "..."

Two or three?He couldn't even write a single word.

But he dared to refute that he did not write?How dare he say he can't write it?He is the No. 1 scholar in the Jin Dynasty, a little saint in the literary world.

Confining himself in a cocoon, but that's all, Zhou Fuli's heart was cold.

Only then did the officials in the court stop discussing. At this moment, Sima Yu said in a deep voice, "Then there will be Mrs. Lao."

With bitterness in his heart, Zhou Fuli cupped his hands and replied, "Here."

At least his death date has been delayed, and he doesn't have to die today, so he can only comfort himself like this, otherwise, what should he do?

As for the retreat of the locust article, we still have to find a way to solve it completely, otherwise it will be like a sharp sword hanging above the head, making people sleepless.

While Zhou Fuli thought about it, and amidst the exclamations of the courtiers, today's court affairs were also over, and the father-in-law on duty asked several times if there were any important matters to be performed, and then left the court.

In order to avoid communicating with others, Zhou Fuli slowly lagged behind. By the time he walked out of the Golden Palace, all the officials outside had dispersed.

I breathed a sigh of relief, it is always good not to contact or communicate with people for the time being, so as to avoid being seen as much as possible.

But Zhou Fuli did not leave just yet, because his battlefield today is not just on the Golden Palace.

Sure enough, after a while, a little father-in-law ran over with small steps, "Master Zhou, please follow me, Your Majesty is already waiting in Zhengqin Hall."

Zhengqin Hall, where the little emperor attended classes.

He is the imperial tutor and needs to give lessons to the little emperor every day. He stayed at home to write sacrificial rites these few days, so he was temporarily exempted from this duty.

Now that he came to the palace, he would definitely have to go to the Zhengqin Hall.

This was within his expectation. Before entering the palace, he had deduced all the possible situations he could think of. If you are not careful, it is a matter of life and death.

Zhou Fuli's character is indifferent to fame and fortune. Although he has a good reputation, he doesn't have deep contacts with people in the officialdom.

This is a good thing for him now, but... the little emperor Sima Yu is different. The little emperor entered the palace from the market for three years, and he taught for three years. Although the relationship between the two is not good, I have to admit Zhou Fuli Every word and deed are engraved in the little emperor's mind

It can be said that Sima Yu may detect some clues no matter how subtle the difference is.

"This is troublesome." Zhou Fuli thought as he walked, and he was going to give a lecture, so it was impossible for him to keep silent all the time. How would he explain his big tongue that suddenly couldn't straighten?

Besides, the lectures are about the poems and songs of the Four Books and Five Classics. Although his body has learned it before, it is like the memory stored deep in his head. Now he can't even master it, let alone teach others.

This is how to do?

"Master Zhou, we're here." At this moment, the little eunuch made a gesture of invitation.

Zhou Fuli had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards the Zhengqin Hall in front of him.

Walking into the Zhengqin Hall, there are some students of different ages sitting in the hall, they are all accompanied by the little emperor, some younger generations of meritorious families.

Zhou Fuli saw Sima Yu at first glance.

Today's Sima Yu is no longer the thin and weak look when he first entered the palace, he looks much stronger than Zhou Fuli, and his height is the same as that of a bamboo knot, changing every day.

At this time, Sima Yu was holding the hand of a little fat man and teaching him how to write.

The corner of Zhou Fuli's mouth twitched unnaturally. He was really a scumbag in teaching. One dared to teach and the other dared to learn. Sima Yu's handwriting might not be as good as when his hands were shaking.

Although Sima Yu has been studying in the palace for three years, the bedridden Supreme Emperor wished to let him learn everything an emperor should learn like a duck, but maybe his foundation is too poor, and it is only from being illiterate in the past that he can barely read it now. Be considered a reader.

In Zhou Fuli's impression, the little emperor Sima Yu is definitely not a student, and can be said to be the most difficult problem student.

When Zhou Fuli walked into the Zhengqin Hall, the fat man next to Sima Yu stood up and called out "Teacher" in a naive manner.

The little fat man is also a descendant of the Sima royal family, the son of Prince Zong, named Sima Hehua, from the "Book of Songs", there is Fusu in the mountains, and Hehua in Xi.

Sima Yu squinted at the little fat man, and thought to himself, "Screaming so sweetly is useless, do you think you won't be punished for absenteeism in class later?"This person has no heart, and no one can understand it more deeply than him.

A group of accompanying teenagers also saluted in unison.

Zhou Fuli looked at the little emperor, and as expected, what he saw was the rebellion in Sima Yu's eyes.

Rebellious people often do rebellious things. The father-in-law who was waiting on both sides came over and handed the two curly-haired puppies to Sima Yu. , some strange things sent to the palace.

Then he looked at Zhou Fuli provocatively.

The voice of Zhengqin Hall also fell silent, a group of teenagers looked at each other, is it going to start again?

Zhou Fuli: "..."

If he remembered correctly, the last time the little emperor was reprimanded for bringing a dog into the Zhengqin Hall for an entire hour.

Last time I brought one, this time two...

The meaning of provocation is self-evident.

Sima Yu held a puppy in one hand, and the words "Don't accept it, let's do it" were missing on his face.

The last time he was scolded until he was speechless, he went back and couldn't sleep all night. After brainstorming, he finally found out how to refute Zhou Fuli's reprimand, so he brought two dogs here today, and if he has the ability to reprimand him with the words of that day. He tries.

It's just that he never thought about it as an afterthought. He has used this trick for three years, but he failed every time.

Zhou Fuli looked at Sima Yu's little milk dog in his arms from left to right, and he couldn't help but feel happy. It was exactly as he expected. With Sima Yu's unruly temperament, he didn't discipline him last time, so he definitely wouldn't let it go. ,as expected……

Now it's easy to handle, he may be able to trick the little emperor, so as to buy him more time to adapt to the current crisis.

In order to survive, I can only say sorry first.