I engaged in modernization in ancient times

On the way back to Zhenbei Wangfu, Nan Yi drove the carriage.

Mo Shaoheng and Zhao Di sat in the carriage.

Mo Shaoheng always felt that the atmosphere was a little bit weird, well, it was weird to the extreme.

Zhao Di suddenly said: "Li Yuan is going to Beiliang as an envoy, and Beiliang should treat me with courtesy."

Is this explaining why he suddenly went to Zhenbei Palace?

Mo Shaoheng muttered in a low voice, "Nanli's mission also sent me to Beiliang, and I didn't see you being so caring."

They are all thrown in the other hall and left alone.

Zhao Di looked over, "What?"

Mo Shaoheng hurriedly lifted a corner of the car curtain, "Nan Yi, drive faster."

In the end, he didn't dare to say a word, and now he went to the Zhenbei Palace, and he wasn't afraid to pinch him.

Outside the carriage, there were people secretly discussing while looking at the carriage.

Today, Mo Shaoheng rode a big horse to enter the Flying Flower Commander's Formation, it was indeed a sight to behold, promotion to noble rank is probably nothing more than that, it added a lot of color to the reputation of Immortal Linjiang.

Of course, Mo Shaoheng was not the most outstanding player today, but the women's [-]-man team, and the five female generals who almost blinded people in the Battle of the Three Streets.

The news spread quickly. I don't know how many people were surprised and shocked. They wished to see this incredible scene with their own eyes. Of course, more people's brows were wrinkled into dead bark.

"Mo Shaoheng managed to get out of the catastrophe, but these troubles happened again."

"I heard that the leader of the Hundred Girls Group is my Beiliang princess, and among the five noble girls who participated in the Battle of the Three Streets, the leader is also the princess."

"Is there any reason for this? Girls in Beiliang have always followed the noble ladies of the various prefectures as the trend, and the noble ladies are also modeled after the princesses in the palace. If things go on like this, how can it be successful?"

"If the sage knew about this, he would definitely take Mo Shaoheng's skin off."

But things may not be as they imagined.

When Mo Shaoheng returned to the mansion, before he had time to meet Li Yuan, he saw the father-in-law who came to deliver the decree from the palace.

Mo Shaoheng couldn't help but think of the uncle he met outside the Hall of Qinzheng during the day. The uncle said that he had interceded for him in front of the saint as agreed, and asked him to go back to his residence to see the effect.

The so-called effect refers to the present.

I don't know what official position that uncle is in Beiliang, it seems that he can meet saints at will.

Someone took Zhao Di to the hall, and Mo Shaoheng began to receive the order.

"Saint Haode, sheltered by holiness, now there is a son of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion who has both virtue and ability, and has a brilliant literary talent..."

Probably just to praise Mo Shaoheng for his talent.

The praise made Mo Shaoheng a little embarrassed. This imperial decree should have been drawn up before his Wendou today. Otherwise, if the sage knew that he invited the eldest princess and the noble daughter of Beiliang to fight Nanli Wendou today, the imperial edict would I am afraid that the content of the article will be written backwards.

The content in the front of the imperial decree is all clichés, and the focus is on the back.

"Confer the title of the eldest son of the Mo family, the post of teaching assistant in four schools, and choose a day to take up the post..."

Mo Shaoheng was taken aback for a moment, four teaching assistants?

Only those who teach in Guozijian will have such official titles conferred by the imperial court.

In Liangjing, a four-door teaching assistant can be said to be a small official like a sesame mung bean, but in front of the Zhenbei Palace, it is nothing.

But... this is an official position that was bestowed on Mo Shaoheng when he was still infamous, and it was also an official position to educate and cultivate people. How could a person with low moral character be bestowed such an official position by the court?

The official is not big, but the meaning behind it is great.

How do the court ministers usually figure out the mind of the saint?Isn't it just through these clues.

It is estimated that as soon as the news came out, some people would scratch their heads and would not be able to guess what the saint meant.

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, is the saint expressing his attitude to the Zhenbei Palace?There are some things that cannot be announced yet, but the people in the world misunderstood Mo Shaoheng, but the sage knew it in his heart.

Mo Shaoheng was truly relieved, that is to say, in the future, if anyone wants to make trouble for him and convict him, he must first pass the hurdle of being a saint.

The old palace man who delivered the decree said, "The talent of the son is the best in Liangjing. I hope the son will cultivate more talented people for me in Beiliang."

Mo Shaoheng quickly accepted the decree, and when he saw the imperial decree in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised when he saw the old palace servants away.

"Finally, I can live in Liangjing like a normal person without fear."

As for his notorious reputation, with the banner of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion under the banner, no one would dare to make trouble even if he swaggered through the market, so he was not afraid.

After putting away the imperial edict, Mo Shaoheng went to the hall.

In the hall, the old lady and Mrs. Yong'an were accompanying, but...it was so quiet that even the sound of a mosquito flying by could be heard.

Mo Shaoheng looked at Zhao Di and Li Yuan who were sitting upright, what happened to the frozen air?

Mrs. Yong'an also glared at Mo Shaoheng, with a self-conscious expression on her face.

It is estimated that in the Golden Palace today, the news that Zhao Di was so green has already reached the ears of everyone in the Zhenbei Palace.

No way, Zhao Di's political enemies should be happy to spread such gossip. The common people in the market may not have the slightest interest in government affairs, but for the gossip of these princes and grandchildren, they are simply chasing rumors and talking about it.

Mrs. Yong'an didn't believe these rumors at first, after all, she was used to all kinds of gossip about her son.

But it couldn't be worth it that Li Yuan personally delivered the name card to the door.

Just come to the door, just make it clear.

But... King Yan actually came at this time.

She Zhenbei Wangfu was stunned and did not dare to complain, she always felt that she was a little unkind in this matter.

It was obviously just a ridiculous marriage contract.

So what Mo Shaoheng saw when he entered the hall was the current atmosphere.

Zhao Di's expressionless ice face was obviously the same as before, but it was also strange how he felt as if he was on the spot.

Mo Shaoheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he just said, it's not appropriate for Zhao Di to come to the door now.

Zhao Di also took a look at Mo Shaoheng.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

What kind of look is this?

Really, he didn't do anything, why at this glance, it seems that he really made a big mistake.

He hurriedly said, "It's time for dinner, do you two want to eat first?"

After the seven-day agreement, Mo Shaoheng will no longer be questioned by the court. This is such a happy event that has passed through a catastrophe in his life. Naturally, the Zhenbei Palace will celebrate it greatly.

The old lady also greeted the meal.

To celebrate today, the meals are naturally much richer than usual.

It's just that even Nan Yi, who can usually eat a big bowl of staple food, feels why today's food is not delicious, and looks up at this weird situation from time to time.

Then he suddenly slapped his forehead, he seemed to understand a little bit, when he was in Nanli before, there were a lot of meritorious children, and they would shoot openly and secretly in front of the young master every day, just like peacocks, which is what they are now The atmosphere is about the same.

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, why is he suddenly shorter than Zhao Di for no reason?

Li Yuan also frowned a little, he came to see Mo Shaoheng for something important, now that Zhao Di is here, what should I say?

Halfway through the meal, Mo Shaoheng didn't know what to eat, at this moment, Li Yuan suddenly spoke.

"My lord, how about we talk alone later?"

In the entire hall, even the sound of chewing food stopped, Nan Yi's chopsticks fell to the ground, and the servants were so shocked that they didn't change a pair of chopsticks immediately

King Yan is still here, what is this Eastern Tang prince talking about.

No, King Yan is not here, and neither can the Prince of Dongtang...

That's not right, the eldest son is a man, so it's natural to make friends as you like, and it's normal to chat alone.

They themselves started to mess up.

Zhao Di ate his meal expressionlessly, as if he didn't hear what Li Yuan said just now.

On the other hand, Li Yuan looked at Mo Shaoheng without blinking, as if he had to wait for an answer.

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, he knew that Li Yuan was anxious and wanted an answer.

It was the old lady who broke the deadlock, "Heng'er's yard is quite clean, after dinner, Heng'er might as well take the two Highnesses to visit."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Li Yuan, Zhao Di: "..."

The old lady probably meant that there was nothing untoward for others, and it was the same when King Yan was here, their family Heng'er was full of plans, and the Eastern Tang prince Li Yuan only met each other, so what could happen.

Even if Li Yuan has something on his mind, it's because their Heng'er is good-looking, so he can control whether others admire him or not?

Mo Shaoheng's heart is bitter, the key is that he and Li Yuan really have a shady secret.

After the meal, Mo Shaoheng took Zhao Di and Li Yuan to his yard.

The old lady sent some pastries.

At the south end is a bowl filled with some meat strips, and a sharpened pole is used to poke the meat strips to feed the desert eagle king on the tree.

The three of Mo Shaoheng sat down.

Now that Zhao Di is here, there is really no way to discuss the matter between him and Li Yuan right now.

The three drank the tea in their cups, each with their own thoughts, but no one spoke.

After Nan Yi finished feeding the Desert Eagle King, he watched the three wooden men blink their eyes, and then kept looking at Mo Shaoheng's room.

Only then did Mo Shaoheng speak, "Go."

He knew what Nan Yi wanted to do. Although it was evening, the weather was still hot. There was an ice-making freezer in his room, and the room was much cooler. If it was normal, he would go back to his room to teach Nan Yi.

Today's banquet is not easy to take to the room.

He said casually, "Get some ice cream first."

The three of them broke the deadlock.

Zhao Di said, "Do you have something to talk about?"

Mo Shaoheng: "No."

Li Yuan: "Yes."

Zhao Di: "..."

"Do you need me to avoid it?"

Mo Shaoheng: "No need."

Li Heng: "Yes."

Zhao Di: "..."

Fortunately, Nanyi came out with ice cream.

Evening time flies by quickly.

Li Yuan naturally didn't see the rabbit or scatter the eagle, so he didn't have the slightest intention of leaving.

Zhao Di didn't speak either.

The guards outside the courtyard were also debating whether they should go in to remind them that it was getting late and there was a curfew.

But it feels like driving people away.

Generally, when you are a guest at someone else's house, where you need to be reminded by the host, you have to estimate the time yourself.

In the end, I also felt that this was too impolite, and watched as I missed the time.

The two guests: "The curfew is over, I have to trouble the prince today."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Yes, arrange to stay.

There are many female relatives in his Zhenbei Palace, so he had to arrange them in Mo Shaoheng's courtyard, and they could accommodate them.

At night, the moon is as bright as the moon.

When the moon reaches the sky, the whole Liangjing seems to be quiet, only the crickets are full of vitality in the quiet night.

A figure turned over and flew up to the roof. The yard was not lit, but the moonlight was hazy, and it was barely possible to see.

Mo Shaoheng hugged the guqin, sat on the eaves, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, he liked to look at the moon in the sky when he was a child, and he always wondered why he came to this world.

But after a long time, my thoughts changed. If you come, you should come. If you come, you will be safe. Anyway, you can’t go back. Life must go on.

Not long after, a figure also jumped onto the roof.

Mo Shaoheng was not surprised at all, it was Li Yuan who came.

In the courtyard, a young man with a three-foot green peak and a gourd hanging from his waist was leaning against the wall to be on guard.

Li Yuan glanced at Mo Shaoheng, and imitated Mo Shaoheng and sat down leisurely, "Aren't you afraid that King Yan will misunderstand you?"

Mo Shaoheng glared at the other party and said something nonsense, "If it weren't for what you said in the Golden Palace today, why would King Yan come to my house today?"

Under the eyes of everyone, Mo Shaoheng thought to himself that King Yan was greened, if he were Zhao Di, he would have to come to give him a wink.

This is not a matter of marriage contract, let alone a matter of feelings, it is a matter of a man's face.

Li Yuan didn't care, "If that's not the case, how can the explanation make sense, I will borrow food for you regardless of the cost."

Mo Shaoheng thought, yes.

For this reason, Li Yuan might gain a reputation of being crazy.

It is said that when he became angry with the crown, what Li Yuan did, in the eyes of everyone, was worse than worse.

Mo Shaoheng looked at the bright moon in the sky, "Do you think my moon in Beiliang is round?"

Li Yuan took a look: "Don't lose to me, Dong Tang."

Then he respectfully saluted Mo Shaoheng, "This salute is for the people of the Tang Dynasty, please fulfill the promise made by Linjiang on that day."

"The son of the world also said that day, there is no difference between the people in the world, they are all suffering, and they should be treated equally."

The corner of Mo Shaoheng's mouth twitched. It was because Li Yuan was a disciple of the holy monk Sanzang, so he moved Li Yuan with compassionate words.

but……

Mo Shaoheng said, "Since I made a promise to you, I won't break my promise."

"However, you also know my current reputation. If there are rumors that I'm funding the enemy Dongtang, I'm afraid I won't be able to get away with it as easily as this time, so I have to think of a way to get the best of both worlds."

Li Yuan frowned, but he seemed to understand Mo Shaoheng's current situation.

After hesitating for a while, "Seven days, I will still give the son seven days, it can be regarded as a gentleman's agreement between us."

Mo Shaoheng thought for a while, then nodded.

On the seventh day, you should be able to think of a way to get the best of both worlds.

Only then did Li Yuan smile, "This trip to various countries, the son is my biggest surprise."

"Everyone says that my Eastern Tang Dynasty is the Shang Kingdom and the Holy Kingdom, but who knows that everyone has their own difficulties."

Just as he was about to say something more, Sword Lord Qinglian in the courtyard suddenly knocked on the wall.

Li Yuan said, "My lord, don't forget the seven-day agreement between gentlemen."

Then he jumped off the roof and left.

Mo Shaoheng didn't move. In the middle of the night, as long as he didn't make a sound, he would keep looking at other people's roofs for nothing.

After looking at the moon for a while, he murmured, "I don't know if this moon is the same as the one on the earth. There are indeed all kinds of strange things in the world."

At this time, Zhao Di: "..."

He really just looked out through the gap of the window just now, and he didn't know if it was because he remembered the reason why a certain little head always climbed to the roof when he was a child, so he subconsciously glanced a little higher.

At this glance, his body became stiff, he was really green.

Mo Shaoheng returned to his room after admiring the moon.

Just as soon as I entered the room, my whole body got goosebumps.

It's not because his room is quite cool. Every night, more than half of the ice in the interlayer of the freezer is taken out, leaving only the amount that can keep the ice cream from melting. The ice was made into ice basins and sent to each room. For example, two ice basins were placed in Nanyi's room at night to relieve the heat.

It was because the moonlight came in from the window, and it happened to shine on the face of an ice cube in the shadow of the room.

Mo Shaoheng's hands trembled.

The first thought was that something happened.

"It's so late at night, why is King Yan in my room?" Mo Shaoheng pretended to be calm and said, "Although we are both men, we are a little different after all. If we are seen by others, we will inevitably be talked about. .”

In the shadows, Zhao Di's voice came, "It's okay."

Mo Shaoheng was overjoyed, is Zhao Di so open-minded?

"I don't mind chatting with a stranger on the roof in the middle of the night, but why do I mind staying in the room with me?"

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Sure enough, it happened.

How can this be done?

If it is said that King Yan was greened in the Golden Palace today, it is just Li Yuan's one-sided opinion.

So now, it's the scene of the rape. After all, the marriage contract has not been broken. This is a fact, and I feel somewhat guilty.

In front of King Yan, he had a tryst with someone in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, the light in the room is not particularly sufficient, otherwise he would be afraid to see Zhao Di's face.

No, he had to explain.

Mo Shaoheng quickly took out an ingot of broken silver, stepped forward, and stuffed it into Zhao Di's hand.

Zhao Di: "..."

Children's trick.

This time Zhao Di's hands were like pliers, and he couldn't even break them apart.

"What did you and Li Yuan talk about?"

Mo Shaoheng: "I said it was just chatting, do you believe me?"

Zhao Di just looked at Mo Shaoheng like that, and after a while, a voice rang out, "One, you and Li Yuan do have an affair, so Li Yuan will borrow money for you at all costs. Although it seems absurd, people in the world are not. Everyone can guess based on common sense."

"Second, Li Yuan has conditions to help you borrow food, so he couldn't wait to come to the door after completing the matter. He was too eager."

"There are only these two truths, otherwise you wouldn't know that I'm still here, and still take the risk of meeting in private. Do you admit the first or the second?"

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

I haven't seen you for ten years, and that little Douding who likes to pretend to be an adult suddenly looks like a different person.

Mo Shaoheng didn't get used to it for a while.

What a foolish person in the past, a piece of silver, everything can be settled.

But now it seems that things are different.

Mo Shaoheng muttered, "It wasn't like this when I was young."

"If I say I'm the first one, will you stab me to death..."

Mo Shaoheng suddenly sensed a hint of danger, and quickly changed his words, "The second one."

Sure enough, men are all face-saving, and he said the first one, and Zhao Di's icy breath became even colder.

Zhao Di was a little puzzled: "What kind of conditions can allow him to persuade the saints of Dongtang to borrow so much food?"

Mo Shaoheng was silent.

He would not be stabbed to death by Zhao Di now, but if he directly stated the terms of his deal with Li Yuan, Zhao Di might arrest him and parade him in the street, and then stab him to death in the street.

This is how to do?

Mo Shaoheng's mind was spinning fast, no, he had to pull Zhao Di into the water.

As long as the secret of two people becomes a secret of three people, a secret that even Zhao Di cannot tell, he will be safe.

Besides, he and Li Yuan made a gentleman's covenant, if Zhao Di was also dragged in, things would be easier to handle.

A brilliant plan slowly took shape, which would not harm Beiliang's interests, but also allowed him to fulfill his promise.

Mo Shaoheng raised his head. Since Zhao Di wanted to know about his deal with Li Yuan so much, it would be alright to tell him, "Salt, East Tang is short of salt."

"I have a set of salt production process, which is ten times better than the current salt production rate. The most important thing is that it does not use the commonly used mineral salt. It can be regarded as a completely new source of salt."

Zhao Di suddenly looked up at Mo Shaoheng.

Not only was there a lack of salt in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, but other countries also lacked salt. In order to control the price of salt, the imperial court had to go to war every year, but there were still many private salt traders who committed crimes.

If it is ten times the current salt production rate and does not conflict with the existing salt production, the impact will be unimaginable.

It is not even weaker than the influence of Nanli's acquisition of silk back then.

Of course, the direction of influence is different. Silk is for making money, while salt is for people's livelihood.

It's no wonder that Li Yuan agreed to borrow food for Mo Shaoheng no matter what. I'm afraid it's not only the salt yield, but also large-scale production.

Li Hengdang had already verified what Mo Shaoheng said was true, so he couldn't wait to agree to the deal.

It's no wonder that Mo Shaoheng was sneaky and didn't dare to announce it. If people knew that he made such a deal with Li Yuan...

But Mo Shaoheng didn't directly hand over the craftsmanship to Li Yuan, it seems that the loss he suffered in silk also made him pay attention.

But why are you willing to tell him now?

That night, Mo Shaoheng dragged Zhao Di to talk for a long time, and finally forced the ingot of broken silver into Zhao Di's palm with shamelessness.

No one knew what they talked about, but Zhao Di seemed to be very satisfied and left the room, and had no intention of dragging Mo Shaoheng into the street.

Mo Shaoheng did find a way to get the best of both worlds.

Mo Shaoheng came out of the room yawning, he didn't sleep well last night, and his back hurts all over his body.

The young swordsman leaning against the wall looked at Mo Shaoheng inscrutablely, "If you don't flirt, you are wasting a young man. Your son is really a flirtatious celebrity."

"However, young people must be self-disciplined."

Mo Shaoheng almost spit out a mouthful of saliva, what is this guy talking about?

He hasn't pursued it yet, let this guy keep an eye on him last night, how did he keep an eye on it, people have entered his room.

Mo Shaoheng went out early in the morning, because when Zhao Di and Li Yuan met, the people around looked at them very strangely.

He still goes first to respect, but his excuse is that the Saints have appointed him a new four-door assistant, and he has to earn some performance.

Early in the morning, Mo Shaoheng went to the Imperial College to report.

Although I went early, the entry procedures for the National Supervisor were very complicated, and I had to run around to pass the documents, which was not completed until the afternoon.

When the scribes of the State Prison saw Mo Shaoheng, they were also very surprised. They really couldn't figure out why Mo Shaoheng was assigned such a position, even if he was assigned to other positions, it would also make sense.

To preach and teach, first of all, one has to be both upright and virtuous.

But I dare not say too much, this is the decree issued by the saint himself, not the transfer of the three provinces and six ministries.

Complete the formalities and be led by a colleague.

"The teaching assistant of the four departments is actually an idle job. I usually assist the PhDs in literature to teach students well."

"However, the doctor of Shizi's school is going to take leave recently, so I have to ask Shizi to worry more."

The colleague's expression is a bit weird, because the doctorate in this school has changed countless times, and before the change, they all started with leave.

at this time.

Fatty Zhao Jingcheng's school was very lively, and Zhao Jingcheng's bluffing could be heard from far away, which was completely different from the quietness or the sound of books in other schools.

"I'm telling you, I recently got the essence of Linjiang Xianzi stickers."

"I'm not bragging, my calligraphy has improved a lot."

The other students naturally didn't believe it, "Who doesn't know that Linjiang Xian's calligraphy is extremely difficult to imitate, and they don't even know the way to do it."

"It doesn't matter if you get a few calligraphy paintings of Linjiang Immortals. Even some calligraphy people say that you can only imitate its shape but not understand its environment."

Zhao Jingcheng put his hands on his hips, "It's because you don't know where the secret is, tsk tsk, I was by the side when Lin Jiangxian was teaching the little Taoist next to him to practice calligraphy, but I overheard the secret clearly, don't believe it I'll write it for you to read."

The doctor of literature in the dormitory was used to this noisy situation, but he couldn't help but became interested when he heard it.

I saw Zhao Jingcheng set up the paper and ink, closed his eyes and meditated.

People were taken aback for a while, as if there was such a thing.

Zhao Jingcheng opened his eyes, and there seemed to be light in his eyes, and he was still chanting something. He listened carefully, and he seemed to hear something, "When you draw a pen, you should have the ferocity of a swordsman stabbing the enemy, and when you draw a pen, you should have the courage of a swordsman to put the sword in its sheath."

Then the pen was thrown away, and the pen was brushed into the inkstone. Dragons and snakes danced in the hand, and ink splashed everywhere.

Then he wrote a few words boldly on the paper, "How?"

There was silence all around.

The doctor of literature was so angry that his beard trembled. Half of the beard was black and the other half was white. He flicked his sleeves, "It's an insult to politeness."

He walked away, and if he stayed for a while longer, he would be so angry that he would lie down on the ground.

The other students also came to their senses, touching the black spot on their face, "Ah! Zhao Jingcheng, I will fight with you."

There were shouts.

Zhao Jingcheng shrank his neck, what's going on?He wrote it according to that secret, and he felt that he was in a particularly good state.

Seeing that he had gotten into trouble, Zhao Jingcheng didn't run outside, but ran to a corner behind the schoolhouse, picked up a person, and then ran outside, "Zhao Yuning, let's serve as soldiers for others, don't do this Laozi has learned."

When Mo Shaoheng came in, he saw this scene.

The colleague next to him was extremely embarrassed, "My son...you don't need to panic, it's normal, normal."

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

Someone came in, and the students in the dormitory became quieter, and all looked at Mo Shaoheng who was holding the piano at the door in unison.

Pairs of eyes blinked vigorously.

The colleague next to him coughed, "Aren't you going back to your seat?"

To his surprise, the group of dudes who thought they were going to bluff, went back obediently, and pretended to sit upright. If the ink on their faces was wiped off, it might be more believable.

There are a total of fifteen teenagers, and the Imperial Academy has strong teachers, and there are roughly this number of people in a school.

"This is your new teaching assistant for four subjects. He will assist Mr. Zhishan to teach you in the future."

Suddenly a student said, "Teacher, Mr. Zhishan should be transferred. Zhao Jingcheng almost laid Mr. Zhishan on the ground just now."

Zhao Jingcheng glared at the student who spoke, "Fan Shen, you are talking nonsense, I didn't."

The colleague bit the bullet and said a few more words, then left, leaving behind a room full of fifteen teenagers and Mo Shaoheng.

"You are Linjiang Immortal? You have the famous Qin Chunlei through the ages? Will you be our teaching assistant in the future?"

Mo Shaoheng looked at the teenagers with puddles of ink on their faces: "..."

He probably knew why the colleague had the feeling of running away just now, and he also probably understood why the doctor of literature of the National Prison said he was going to ask for leave.

This dormitory probably gathered a bunch of problematic students.

Besides Zhao Jingcheng, Mo Shaoheng also met his little nephew Zhao Yuning.

Mo Shaoheng nodded and said "En".The students below were quiet for a while, and then...

"He is really Linjiang Immortal, the number one talent in Beiliang."

"It's so majestic. Yesterday, I rode a big horse into the flying flower formation, and compared that celebrity from Nanli to the point where his face turned pale."

"It looks a bit good-looking."

"What's wrong with being scolded every day, he's talented."

At this time, the colleague who had just left came back again, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, and whispered, "My lord, Mr. Zhishan may not be able to teach in the afternoon, or you can take a class in the afternoon..., just look at They, just don’t let them cause trouble everywhere.”

Mo Shaoheng thought to himself, it's no problem for him to teach a lesson on his behalf. Whether it's scriptures, arts, poetry, or policy theory, he is all taught by world-renowned Confucians, and he is more than enough to teach some teenagers.

The problem is these students.

After thinking about it, it's not easy to refuse on the first day of taking office.

nodded.

The colleague breathed a sigh of relief and left.

Mo Shaoheng put the piano on the low table dedicated to the teacher in front of the school, and sat down cross-legged.

Mr. Zhishan should be an elegant scholar, there is incense on the low table, and he cooks tea. He should smell the fragrance to know elegance, and cook tea to teach peaches and plums, but in the end...

Mo Shaoheng took the ink-stained book on the low table, "This is?"

The student named Fan Shen replied, "Just now Zhao Jingcheng bragged that he could imitate your handwriting, and ended up getting ink all over the place."

Speaking of which, this Fan Shen has something to do with Mo Shaoheng, he is the grandson of his teacher Fan Kou.

Fan Shen also liked Mo Shaoheng's calligraphy.

So he even went to his grandfather specifically, "Grandfather, the eldest son is your student. If the students of other families write well, they will give copybooks to the younger generations. Can you also ask the eldest son to give me some copybooks?"

As a result, his grandfather only gave him the word "roll".

He was so scared that he almost rolled and crawled.

Hearing Fan Shen's complaint, Zhao Jingcheng stood up angrily. This Fan Shen was just like his grandfather, and his mouth was always angry.

Mo Shaoheng glanced at the ghost painting talisman in Zhao Jingcheng's hand, and said, "The writing is not bad, the artistic conception has arrived."

"Just, don't spoil the book in the future."

Zhao Jingcheng, who was about to get angry, was stunned.

Not only him, but everyone else was stunned. Is this considered to be well written?

Well...they can too.

Mo Shaoheng continued, "By the way, what lesson should Mr. Zhishan teach you today?"

A group of people: "..."

How do they know, they didn't really come to class.

However, some students flipped through the textbook for a long time, "It's "Supplements of Relics."

Then there was a burst of sighs, "Could my son be like those gentlemen, and read us a day's text in a polite manner?"

"You are my number one talent in Beiliang."

"That's right, how can you be like them."

Howling.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

He finally understood that they were all bullies who didn't like to study and liked to make trouble.

After thinking about it, that's right, if I don't show some real skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress these thorns.

"Supplements of Relics" tells the origin of five grains, which is actually a very interesting ancient essay.

After thinking about it, I asked a student to find the colleague at the beginning, and asked, "Is it up to me to decide how to teach this afternoon?"

The colleague nodded in doubt, how to teach?It has not been the same since ancient times.

There was a smile on the corner of Mo Shaoheng's mouth, that's all right, he turned to the fifteen teenagers and said, "Today, how about taking you out to play?"

Pfft, that colleague almost staggered and fell to the ground.

They knew how wanton and rampant Mo Shaoheng was, but at least he was teaching now, so he could be regarded as a teacher.

As a result, he directly encouraged students to skip class in the first class?go out to play?

I'm afraid Mo Shaoheng is not crazy, this is the Imperial College.

Just as I was about to speak, I saw a group of students jumping up from the floor as if they had been spat out, "Ahhh, who dares to stop me, who dares to stop me."

Damn, I thought they didn't want to skip class, but my husband sued every time, and they got a lot of boards after they went back.

but……

This time, it was the four teaching assistants who asked them to skip class and go out to play.

I was so happy that I almost rolled on the ground.

Mo Shaoheng looked at it and smiled.

These teenagers, it must be impossible to let them go to class in a proper manner.

Walking outside with fifteen little vicious dogs, will it be a problem to take them out?

Heh, they are all eleven or twelve teenagers. Usually in Liangjing, one or two are bullies who bully the market. It is good if they don't bully others. Others bully them?

However, when going out, it stopped.

Something seems to have happened to the Imperial College.

Yuan Fu, the left guard of Liang Jingwei, led a group of people towards a school building, looking fierce.

Mo Shaoheng frowned, how could Liang Jingwei enter the Imperial College?

Asked the teaching assistant who was watching the excitement, "What is Yuan Fu doing here?"

The teaching assistant sighed, didn't see the person who asked him clearly, and replied, "Come to arrest people. The six places in Xunzhou are lost. It is hard to escape the responsibility of guarding Guo Su. The crime is full of crimes. This is to arrest his father, Mr. Guo." For scribes, poor old scribe Guo spent his whole life teaching books in the Imperial College, but ended up in such an end."

Liang Jingwei's arrest of people was naturally extremely ferocious and vicious.

The unknown students in the dormitory turned pale with fright, they had never seen such arrogance before.

Several Liangjing guards were about to rush in.

At this time, the sound of a piano sounded, and several sword lights forced the few people who rushed in to come back.

Yuan Fu looked over with a dark face, Chunqiu fingering?

Mo Shaoheng again!

"What is the reason for the prince to stop me at Liangjingwei this time? I am arrested under the order of the Ministry of Punishment. Will the prince ignore the laws of the country?"

Mo Shaoheng sighed, he really had no reason to stop Jingwei from enforcing the law, but...

"Don't arrest people in front of the students in the dormitory, let him... finish this last class, it can be regarded as the last bit of face for a teacher who has been preaching and teaching all his life."

"Furthermore, if these students saw their husbands being forcibly arrested, they would be so terrified and overwhelmed that they would leave a lifetime of psychological shadows.

Yuan Fu was stunned, what is the strange reason?

Mo Shaoheng continued, "Comparing your heart with your heart, Mr. Yuan may not have been a teacher, but he is still someone else's disciple."

Everyone: "..."

Mo Shaoheng is really different from ordinary people.

The problem he considered was really another way.

Here are some teachers who are good teachers, and they feel a bit sad in their hearts. If one day they are treated like this in front of their students...

They can all imagine what it would be like for a disciple or a teacher.

During the stalemate, the old man in the school came out and took a deep look at Mo Shaoheng.

Because of Mo Shaoheng's stop at this moment, he retained his last bit of dignity.

Then he said to Yuan Fu, "Let's go."

He still hasn't finished teaching this last lesson.

Mo Shaoheng also sighed, Nanli was the fault of Xunzhou, but as a defense, it is indeed duty-bound, but the disaster affects the whole family, isn't it too strict?

After sighing, he walked out of the Imperial Prison with a group of teenagers who looked at him strangely.

Their four-door teaching assistant is too strange.

It seems that there is really something different, but if they ask them to be more specific, they can't say it.

Mo Shaoheng said, "I can take you out to play, but you have to make sure not to run around, otherwise I won't take you to skip class next time."

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