Come out of Songhe Hall.
Xie Lingxi went to the Pingren Department. The yamen came to see him if something happened.
Jiang Rong plans to go to Wanjuan Study Hall to set up a trap for the son of the eldest princess...
"Where are you, sister-in-law?" Xie Ruojiao asked.
"Wanjuan Study Room."
"I have also read "Qianqiu", and I particularly admire Senior Qianqiu. His articles are very good! Can I come with you? I haven't been there yet." Xie Ruojiao asked curiously.
Jiang Rong agreed, "Okay! But I have to do something first. I'll ask Qiuniang to take you around."
"Okay!" Xie Ruojiao was very well-behaved.
So the aunt and sister-in-law went to Wanjuan Study Room together.
Jiang Rong handed Xie Ruojiao to Qiuniang and went to the bamboo room on the third floor.
This is the place where Jiang Rong taught Song Heng and Chi Moyan last time. Since then, this has become their school.
Chi Moyan would come here to study hard every morning.
When Song Heng was free from compiling essays, he came here to discuss contemporary literature with Chi Moyan.
At this time, Chi Moyan was the only one in the room.
"I wish you well, Crown Princess!" Chi Moyan bowed to Jiang Rong and then picked up the tea cup:
"Teacher, please have some tea."
Jiang Rong took the tea cup, sat down in front of him, picked up the article he had written and read it briefly:
"The writing is good. I will definitely be among the best in the provincial examination."
"Thank you teacher for your good teaching!"
"I want to make plans to kill someone." Jiang Rong looked at him with a calm look in his eyes:
"I need you to do something for me. Are you willing?"
Chi Moyan immediately said, "That's what you wish for!"
"Dong Zefei, the son of Princess Anyang, cheated in the provincial examination last year and won third place. But times have changed and the evidence has disappeared..." Jiang Rong said slowly:
"So, I want to force him to jump over the wall and get into trouble."
"I want you to make an appointment with the top five candidates in last year's rural examinations in Jiangbei, Jiangnan and Beijing, who are currently in Beijing..."
Among these fifteen people, half were awarded Jinshi, not counting them.
Several people are studying behind closed doors in their hometowns.
But there are also some people who failed in the competition and have not yet left the capital, preparing for the next competition.
All in all, they are no more than Westerners. One of them is Dong Zefei.
"You need to be arrogant and provoke them to come to argue with you... and the cheater will definitely not dare to show up. He will find excuses not to come, it doesn't matter, I just want him not to come." Jiang Rong's eyes were cold.
She had been dormant before and had no chance.
As long as she gets the chance, the eldest princess's mansion must have a feast!
"I have read their articles, and they are a little inferior to yours..." Jiang Rong looked at him with a bright smile:
"You have made great progress recently, and you should be able to win. But it doesn't matter if you draw or lose a few games... Let's compete with these opponents. With your talent, you will definitely gain something."
Chi Moyan bowed and said, "Mo Yan will do his best."
He said he would try his best, but what he was thinking in his heart was how could he lose the face of the Crown Princess.
He can't lose a game!
Tonight, study all night again!
And the eldest princess's mansion...
They are the enemies of the Crown Princess.
Write it down in a small notebook that holds grudges.
……
Xie Ruojiao wandered around the west accompanied by Qiuniang, and everything she saw was novel.
"Who is Senior Qianqiu? Do you know?" Xie Ruojiao asked.
Qiuniang is blessed, "It cannot be said."
"Oh... I'm just curious. I've been following your "Qianqiu" anthology. When will the third volume be released? I can't wait!" Xie Ruojiao urged the manuscript.
Qiuniang smiled and said, "The second volume should be compiled soon. It can be printed when the first volume of the seniors is delivered..."
"Oh, your next volume is also very interesting... What I am most interested in is the Eight Major Brothel Oiran Competition. You must continue writing about it. I am curious who will win!"
The two were talking and heard an argument.
It came from the library on the second floor.
"Xiao Song, the backer behind this Splendid Cloth Village is the Left Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. I know that you also wrote an essay this time about Duke Zhou Hongyang avenging his personal revenge... But that was the order of the Crown Princess, and you were just following orders. This A piece of cake……"
"But if you expose these things about Jinxiu Buzhuang... that means you have really offended the Minister of Household Affairs! Xiao Song, although we all used pseudonyms in writing, who doesn't know that there are only you and me in this study... This Wouldn’t it be easy to find out if you check it?”
"Listen to my senior's advice, this article cannot be included in the next volume." Zhou Laoxiucai advised.
Song Heng was angry in his heart, "No! The poisonous cloth used by Jinxiu Cloth Village has harmed countless people. I must publicize this matter widely so that unsuspecting people will not be harmed."
Caifeng inquired about the news in Beijing, and one of them was that there was a problem with the dye used by Jinxiu Cloth Store, which caused many people who bought the cloth to become seriously ill.
but……
Because behind this cloth village is the Minister's Mansion.
The people did not dare to fight with the officials, so they could only swallow their anger.
When Song Heng saw this news, he was so angry that he immediately wrote an impassioned article criticizing Jinxiu Clothing Village.
He hoped that if the matter became serious, the government would have to deal with it.
There's no telling if we can give justice to the people.
"You are young, and if you offend others like this... you won't live long!" Old scholar Zhou shook his head repeatedly.
A female voice came from outside the door, "I think Song Heng did the right thing. It should be written down and let everyone know!"
The two of them turned back together.
I saw a girl in a colorful dress appearing at the door of the book pavilion. She was pretty, with anger on her face.
Qiuniang said, "This is the second young lady of Beiwang Mansion."
The old scholar Zhou was frightened and saluted in panic, "Second Miss is right! This Jinxiu Villa has harmed countless people and deserves death!"
No matter what you think in your heart, the old scholar's philosophy of life is that everything the adults say is right!
Xie Ruojiao glanced at him in confusion. That's obviously not what you said just now!
But she didn't care much and walked directly to Song Heng:
"Can you show me the article?"
Song Heng picked up the rice paper on the table and handed it to her.
Xie Ruojiao's eyes fell on the article, her eyes bright. Song Heng's words were written in a jade-like manner, heartily and without any ambiguity, just like a sharp sword unsheathed.
She had not been good at reading since she was a child, but because of this she always admired those talented people.
In the past, she only thought those articles were gorgeous and beautiful.
Looking at this article now, she felt for the first time that the writing was not only beautiful, but also sharp and shocking.
"It's so well written!" Xie Ruojiao looked at Song Heng, her eyes shining with admiration:
"Song Heng, you are so awesome!"
Song Heng lowered his eyes, "Second Miss, you deserve the award. It's just for doing some trivial things."
A gentleman should study to save the world and help the people.
Song Heng followed this path throughout his life. Ask for orders for the people, do not fear the powerful, and do not hesitate to live or die.
This is true when you are a common man, and it is true when you are in a high position.
Solid as a rock, never change your original intention.
