[Qing Chuan] Mu Emperor's Grace

With the money he got from selling the land, He Shen finally succeeded in returning to school.The government school set up dormitories for the students, but those pampered sons and daughters naturally looked down on the simple facilities of the dormitories, and there were many people who were day students.Like He Shen, there are really not many people who live and eat at school.

The Xian'an Palace Official School is a school for the children of banner people, and most of the students are descendants of high-ranking officials and dignitaries.Even when Chang Bao was alive, He Shen's family background could not be compared with that of the heirs of Beijing officials.The playboys who like to compare each other's family background naturally look down on him.

At the end of one day's class, several sons of high officials from Beijing met at Yingchun Building for a drink. Seeing that Heshen was packing up his pen and ink, he said with a shy smile, "Shanbao University would like to give me some face and go with us for entertainment." pastime."

While picking up the ink on the table, He Shen replied lightly: "I won't go, you guys have more fun."

He Shen has no interest in the place of fireworks.He has no interest in women at all, and he is surrounded by women's fat and powder, and has no other feelings except discomfort.Coupled with his lack of cash, he is incomparable with those rich men who spend a lot of money.

He thought his refusal was tactful and graceful.Little did they know that in the eyes of others, he was deliberately pretending to be prudish, and those meng lang boys couldn't bear his appearance the most.

When He Shen came back to his senses, the leader of the group of young men had already stood in front of his desk, picked up the wet inkstone on the table, and sprinkled it on the rice paper full of regular lower script.

The black and white paper was instantly stained with black ink.He Shen looked at the pile of discarded homework calmly, crumpled them up and threw them into the wastebasket, but the expression on his face remained as calm as before.Seeing that He Shen was still calm and smiling with a smile on his lips, the young man suddenly felt bored, and left with the crowd after entangled for a while.

As soon as the boy left, He Shen's tense back relaxed.Today's He Shen is a 25-year-old adult inside, so naturally he doesn't care about a few ten-year-old children, but it doesn't mean he won't be angry.From the time travel to the present, everything he experienced was the encounter of the original owner in his previous life, even he had to clenched his fists to hold back his anger.He couldn't imagine how He Shen, who was only ten years old, survived the humiliation full of malice.

Facing the sons who were born nobler than himself, he couldn't hit, scold, strike, fight back, all he could do was endure.

He Shen fell asleep with anger. When he walked into the lecture hall the next day, he saw that the provocative boy from yesterday was holding something in his hand, and a group of people surrounded him and pointed at him.

Going up to have a look, there is a doggerel written in black and white: "Thousands of people sit on the stone of thousands of people, half of them are clear and half of them are bright, sending a message to Songjiang Wu Xueshi, two emperors and one dynasty." The signature under this poem is actually The word "Shanbao" is shining brightly.He Shen just read the words on the paper, and everyone found him, and the noise stopped abruptly.Some of the students looked at him sympathetically, while those who were usually at odds with him were gloating.

He Shen couldn't help frowning, he knew the source of this poem from the accumulation of his previous life.This poem was originally written by scholars in the south of the Yangtze River to satirize Wu Meicun, a surrendered minister in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.This Wumei Village is from Taicang, Jiangsu, but the poem on this piece of paper changed the place name Taicang to Songjiang Mansion.Bachelor Wu of Songjiang Mansion is not talking about Wumei Village, but Wu Shenglan, the teacher of this government school.

He Shen's thoughts moved slightly, and he understood in an instant: those ignorant dudes somehow came up with this sinister trick, and wrote such a rebellious poem under their own name, blatantly satirizing Wu Shenglan, a teacher of official studies.Wu Shenglan's ancestral home is Songjiang Mansion, and the three generations up are also a family of the Ming Dynasty.This "two dynasties and one courtier" is a resounding slap on the face of the ancestor of the Wu family.For scholars who pay attention to fame and integrity, this is a great shame and shame.

Just as He Shen was about to speak, he saw Wu Shenglan enter the room with a book, and the poem was quickly passed to Wu Shenglan.This Mr. Xi stared at the paper in his hand, his thin body trembling slightly with anger, and threw the paper on He Shen's face with a raised hand: "What... what's going on? Shanbao... this poem But what did you do?"

All in all, He Shen is one of the few diligent students in the official school.Wu Shenglan had always liked him very much, but the clear words in black and white made him so angry that he almost passed out out of breath.

"This poem...wasn't made by a student." He Shen bowed his head with his eyes down, with a respectful and sincere attitude.

"Then how do you explain the signature on it?" Wu Shenglan looked at the writing on the paper and shook her head secretly.This imitation is written in Zhao Mengfu's style, which is somewhat similar to He Shen's characters, but it doesn't capture the essence.

Wu Shenglan could recognize Heshen's characters.The classmates thought that He Shen learned from Zhao Mengfu.But Wu Shenglan knew that what he was really imitating were the words of the current emperor.

"It's not..." He Shen hadn't finished speaking when he heard a shrill voice from outside the house: "The emperor is here."

Wu Shenglan was startled, hurriedly walked out of the house, and knelt down on the ground respectfully.The students behind him also knelt down.He Shen, who was about to explain, also hurriedly knelt in the back row.

He Shen waited for a long time, but did not hear the emperor's voice.He had never knelt for such a long time since time travelling, and he only felt numb in his legs and feet.Unable to restrain his curiosity, he secretly raised his eyes to look at the standing emperor, eager to see the true face of Emperor Qianlong.

But Wu Shulai who was beside Hongli waited for a long time, but he didn't hear Long live cry.From the corner of his eye, the handsome and unrestrained emperor was staring at one of the crowd.

He Shenyuan was thinking about so many people, Hongli would definitely not notice his little tricks.However, as soon as he raised his eyes, he met the emperor's playful gaze.

"I've been caught!" He Shen hurriedly withdrew his gaze, trying to ease his nervousness.

Wu Shulai felt that after bowing for a long time, he had hallucinations.But he caught a glimpse of a slight smile on the lips of Long Live Lord, and in just a few seconds, he returned to normal.

"Get up." There was a natural majesty in the young emperor's voice.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wu Shenglan stood up tremblingly, and glanced at her elder brother standing behind the emperor, Wu Shengqin, the attendant of the Imperial Academy.Seeing him shaking his head slightly at himself, he silently waited aside.

Hongli stepped into the room, looked around the desks of the students, and stopped by one of the desks.He reached out to pick up the manuscript on the case, flipped through it roughly, and suddenly asked: "The king envoys the minister, the minister serves the king, how about it?"

Just as Wu Shenglan wanted to answer, Hongli stopped him by raising his hand: "Everyone, do you have an answer?"

The silence in the room made Hongli frown unhappily, and asked loudly again: "The king envoys the minister, the minister serves the king, how about it?"

The room was full of students, but still no one made a sound.Wu Shenglan wiped off her sweat anxiously, feeling that her position as a teacher in Xian'an Palace was about to be lost.

He Shen lowered his head and was silent with everyone.He knew that the emperor asked about the contents of "The Analects".Those rich and powerful children who only cared about spending time and wine on weekdays have only learned a little bit of Manchu, and they don't even know anything about the Four Books and Five Classics of the Han people.

Hongli stared in one direction with scorching eyes, as if waiting for someone to speak, and asked again word by word.Although the speed of speaking has slowed down a lot, the momentum in the words is getting stronger and stronger, until it is overwhelming.

"The king envoys his ministers with courtesy, and the ministers serve the king with loyalty." Wu Shenglan originally lowered her head, but she was no longer hopeful.Never expected to hear the correct answer in a group of bewildered students looking at each other.

While He Shen said the answer, he secretly glanced at the man sitting above.From the very beginning, he has been feeling an oppressive gaze cast from the seat of honor.Watched by the emperor's eyes, He Shen's back was soaked.

"Good!" The young emperor said with admiration: "What's your name?"

He Shen responded respectfully: "Student Niu Hulu Shanbao kowtowed to the emperor."

Looking at the prostration in front of him, Hongli felt dazed for a while, as if he had returned to his previous life: as long as he turned around, He Shen would be waiting not far away.The young man in front of him is far from the maturity and smoothness of his previous life, and his voice is still a bit green, but it is so green that Hongli is delighted.

Fortunately, everything came in time...

Seeing the emperor staring at He Shen in a daze, Wu Shulai didn't speak, and hurriedly called softly, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Hongli came back to his senses, nodded slightly, and then asked: "What's the explanation for the sentence just now?"

He Shen was secretly beating drums in his heart, but his face was extremely calm, and he replied with a light smile: "This sentence means that an official should be loyal to the emperor. It is a blessing for all the people in the world to be able to be courteous and courteous to the emperor."

Hongli nodded in satisfaction, and said silently: "Shanbao... Shanbao... From now on, you will be called Heshen, Shen, Yuye, I hope you will be as gentle, transparent, alert and calm as jade from now on."

He Shen trembled all over, and raised his head in disbelief. There were too many emotions in the emperor's eyes that he couldn't understand.The boy was stunned, and the doggerel hidden in his sleeve fell out.

A trace of panic flashed across Heshen's jade-like face, and he hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but Hongli stopped him: "That...what is it that fell out of the sleeve?"

Wu Shulai took the first step to pick up the paper on the ground and presented it to Hongli, and He Shen secretly said it was not good.I saw Hongli staring at the paper for a long time, the expression on his face changed from sunny to cloudy, and when he raised his head again, it was already covered with dark clouds.He yelled sharply: "He Shen, who gave you the courage to write such rebellious words."

Without waiting for Heshen to defend, he rushed to Wu Shenglan and said, "This is what you taught me, the pillar of the Qing Dynasty?!"

Seeing that Tianwei was furious, Wu Shenglan knelt down on the ground as soon as her legs and feet went limp, her head drooping dumbly, not daring to say another word.

Hongli glanced at the kneeling boy, and said in a deep voice, "He Shen, what else do you have to say?"

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