Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

I'll grab a kiss.

It really didn't look like Xie Ying said it, but Xie Ying really said it.

Cui Xie got too excited, and didn't know what to react for a while, and subconsciously replied: "Okay, you grab it." After saying this, he was a little annoyed, and thought that he was too stupid to say this, which destroyed the great atmosphere of confession.

He was about to come up with a few nice words, but Xie Ying pressed him into his arms and let him listen to his heart beating vigorously and forcefully, and also said forcefully: "Your ancestors do not allow you to marry. I can only come to force you to get married. I want you to have a man to accompany you all your life. Even if you can't get your children around your knees when you are old, there will always be someone with you, so you won't be alone."

Cui Xie's heartbeat speeded up suddenly, the scene in his eyes seemed to have been distorted, and the whole forest was blurred and retreated, only Xie Ying's pitying face was clearly and close in front.

He didn't realize that this was actually caused by pressing down on Xie Ying's shoulders, pulling his spine to lengthen his spine, and turning his face in front of him.

The hat that had been held all the way before was also thrown into the grass mercilessly. He was so close to Xie Ying, his eyes flashing brighter than the scattered light spots shaking in the forest, staring at him scorchingly and saying: "My ancestors only told me not to have a child with a woman, for fear of giving birth to a lucky child to take advantage of the family's fortune, and it doesn't matter if I get married with a man."

After thinking about it, he smiled and added: "You can be a town caretaker at such a young age. You must be a lucky person. I can still get a little light when I am with you."

Xie Ying shook her head and said, "I was the one who took your blessing. If I hadn't met you, I would still be an ordinary householder."

Thousand households are already unusual. Jin Yiwei has so many hereditary households, so many of them can only squat at home, and can't even get a little salary, let alone get a real job? Cui Xie was more proud of this than Xie Ying, and said with a smile: "I still borrowed your Dongfeng. Without you, I probably died just after wearing it."

"Huh?" The word "to wear" was used weirdly. Xie Ying thought he was about to say "come out" from Beijing, so she smiled at him and took off his hairnet.

Cui Xie had just washed his hair, and without a turban, the hair net bundle fell off, blocking the sight of both sides. He subconsciously thought of the heroines in many costume dramas with heavy makeup and hats and hair falling off, and then the surrounding group actors inhaled, as if only to discover that she was a woman...

He couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to pull his hair, and said: "What is this, we have slept more than once. Don't you know that I am a man and a woman?"

Xie Ying pulled his hand away, said softly "Don't make trouble", and took off his hat and hair net, and picked out a strand of long hair from the back of his head, and the strand that fell on the side of his face The hair is knotted together.

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

He didn't say a word, but he had already said the most reassuring words in the world. Cui Xie also tucked out a strand of hair silently, and tied it as he did. They face to face, each with a tightly tied strand of hair hanging down on each cheek. They can't even turn their heads. They seem to be facing each other like this. It's old.

With a small dagger in her hand, Xie Ying wanted to cut the bundle of hair she tied. But because Cui Xie also tied a bunch, he didn't want to cut it off, so he didn't even care about the one he had tied. He held down the saddle and jumped down, and when Cui Xie was pulled down by his hair, he hugged him. .

He is here to **** his relatives, since he snatched this beauty back, there is no reason to let go.

He hugged Cui Xie and walked for a few steps, pressed him against the thick and smooth old tree, lifted the hem of the gown, and leaned his hand deeper, lowering his voice, pretending to be ferocious and said: I rob you, you scholar will be my Xie's person in the future! You followed me peacefully, I have gold and silver treasures for you, and have a few more days..."

He couldn't help but laugh while he was talking. He bowed his head and kissed Cui Xie, and whispered, "I will prepare a decent wedding in my new home in some time. I can't grab you for nothing, even a happy candle. I can't let you order it."

Cui Xie raised his neck so that he could bite open the placket, leaving a crimson mark along the lower edge of the collar, and buckle his fingers deeply into his long hair. I closed my eyes and panted for a while, and when I got used to the ravages of the hand below, I said hoarsely: "We both wore red clothes that day. Were we married? The red candle is not important, it is the people who matter... etc. When we retire and retire, we will go to the countryside to build a big house and live together, and then make up for a red sunset wedding..."

Xie Ying raised her head and glanced. At this time, it was the time when the setting sun was fading into the mountains. The sun was invisible. Only the sky was red, and half of the forest was dyed red. He said with some regret: "Although the sunset is good today, the wedding cannot be held, so I can only pay you a good person."

The little white horse had already caught up with him, trying to squeeze him away to rub his master, but the master patted his forehead and pushed it away, telling it to go out to eat the grass. The chestnut horse was much more calm. No matter what people did, he flicked his tail to find some green grass twigs not far away, occasionally looked up to taste the leaves, but didn't even turn his head around the two people.

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The monk of Pingpo Temple waited until Cui Xie returned until the sky was dark, but instead of continuing to settle down, he said goodbye to them.

Those monks struggled to stay, but Cui Xie only said that it was a friend who met Jingli on the road. He asked the friend about the news of the family, and he wanted to go home. His luggage was still in the temple, and he didn't take much. He only packed up the latest drafts of comic strips he drew in his free time, and asked the monks to tell his family to pack up and take away the rest.

The confidant of Pingpo Temple really regretted and regretted that he personally sent him out of the temple gate and asked the little novice to send him down the mountain. Someone under Cui Xie is waiting to pick him up. Where can he send it? He just pulled the horse rein and said, "I will ride down the mountain later, and I don’t need this little master to send it off. I also hope that the master of Guisi will recite a few volumes of sutras in front of the Buddha for my ancestors. When I look back, I will ask my family to send silver and clear bamboo. The scriptures of the hall come."

Qingzhutang has still been open for so many years, there is no serious shop, and no serious opening day, except for the New Year, it is really not easy to buy his family scriptures. Cui Zhuangyuan was willing to send the scriptures, and the confidant was also very happy, and smiled and responded: "If you are so pious and respectful, the Buddha naturally knows it. It will teach you the wealth of the house and your relatives will be blessed."

Cui Xie thanked him sincerely. Soon after he led the horse out, he sank into a dense forest and went to sit on the horse of King Xie who snatched his relatives.

He didn't enter Beijing until the next day, and the family members brought from Qian'an were still staring at major temples and praying for blessings. No one could break down his secret meeting outside. He pretended to come back from the mountain. After he got home, he asked his grandparents to visit him. After checking his brothers’ homework, he also visited with small gifts such as the safety charms, Buddha statues, scriptures, and hanging paintings that he bought before entering the city in the morning. A lap of the teacher's old friend.

Only some guilty conscience did not go to Xie's house immediately after returning.

Although the person did not go, the heart flew away early. In the draft of the newly painted Jin Yiwei comic strip, An Qianhu just joined the small and small Xu Qianhu, Yao Qianhu and others who are pretending to be merchants to hold the Japanese pirate ship together. After the plot was drawn, he asked Xie Zhenfu to make an order, and asked a young and romantic Cui Hanlin to be the interpreter.

This Cui Hanlin was eight feet tall and handsome, and he had a friendship between teachers and students when he was at home with the poet Li Bai, and he was also a bold man who was good at drinking and dancing swords. However, because writing poetry is really a brainstorming task, Wang Zhuangyuan, Liang Zhuangyuan and others are really responsible for writing the manuscripts. He dare not give himself messy attributes for fear of causing trouble to others' writing.

Because the new manuscript was painted in the countryside of Qian'an, without a little assistant like Cui Qi, and having a lot of time around, he painted more meticulously: the characters have distinct eyebrows and eyes, and the clothes have clear lines, except for the ink line.

After settling down at home, he took a new manuscript to visit Mr. Li again, asking the teacher to help him talk to Wang Zhuangyuan and add a role to him in the script.

Li Dongyang turned over the comic strip first and enjoyed the pleasure of seeing the new chapter first. The climax of this volume was repeated. For the first time, Zhong Jinyiwei faced the Japanese pirates. An Qianhu dressed up in women's clothing for several periods, and finally took off his vest!

After he was taken by the Japanese pirates on the ship, he used to excuse himself as a noble lady, and he often enjoyed fireworks at home and asked the Japanese pirates to find fireworks to set off during the day. The small and small Xu Qianhu, Li Qianhu, Yao Qianhu and others who followed them saw the fireworks signal and pretended to be merchants. They surrounded the Japanese pirate's sea boat in a small boat and got into the boat under the name of buying and selling.

The Japanese pirates pretended to entertain them with a banquet in order to defraud them of the goods on the ship. At the banquet, An Qianhu was invited to come out to enjoy singing and dancing. Just halfway through the banquet, when the culprit was about to throw the cup as a sign to call out the arranged assassin, An Qianhu suddenly got into trouble, tore off the fake bun, tore his clothes, and clasped the leader of the pirate with one hand! And Xu, Yao Qianhu, dressed as silk and porcelain merchants, and the school lieutenants they led also took off their plain clothes, revealing the crimson dagger and the sharp dagger, and swept the culprits in the room with the power of a few people.

Outside the Japanese pirate ship, small boats had already surrounded the big ship. Jin Yiwei's captains and lieutenants grabbed the side of the ship with ziplines, rushing to jump onto the boat gang.

Teacher Li was refreshed, and even yelled a few good times. When he saw that Cui Xie was carrying private goods to the pictorial later, he just chuckled, "Couldn't you look at Jin Yiwei's fame and you are greedy? Jiefu, Dehui and the others have seen it, and they are afraid that they will have to add a few pages to one person...I am afraid that your comic strip will be in series after a few years."

Choi Xie's ambition is more than serialization for several years? He also wants to be like the Marvel Universe, recruiting a lot of screenwriters, painters, and constantly overthrowing and restarting, printing for a lifetime!

He leaned over to the teacher and seemed to be behaving honestly to please him: "The students are also laying the thread for Mr. Haohua. After a few years, Mr. Haohua was falsely imprisoned."

Mr. Li pointed to the essay he had created for his own people, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "It is my disciple of Li Dongyang, I have to tell him to learn poetry, the disciple of Qinglian Jie can only drink and dance swords. You are the ancestor of Mai Tai! This Cui Hanlin can be added, but he must be a character of poetry and wine... The poem does not have to be very good, after all, there is no one in history and cannot compete with the celebrities at that time."

Teacher Li is still willing to let his apprentice go.

He put down the picture scroll and sighed to himself: "I originally thought that you could be a custard. The three years of studying in the Hanlin just happened to study poetry with the bachelors at ease. I don't want you to win the top prize all at once, so you don't have to study in the library. , Then there is no other gentleman to teach you, you should come back and follow me to read poems for a few years, and do a few years of Neo-Confucianism."

Science?

The Neo-Confucianism of the Song Dynasty?

Isn't that the famous feudal dregs? He who has received so many years of materialist education does not really want to come back to receive this idealistic and backward ideological education. This kind of thing is just for the exam, and can't just throw it away after passing the imperial examination?

Li Dongyang could see the resistance in his heart, but only thought that he didn't want to write poems, so he patted him comfortingly: "Whether it is so difficult to write poems as you think, read more ancient characters, see more beautiful scenery, and always write. A few articles that can be seen by people. If you really can’t make the Tang Dynasty’s popularity, you can drop your mind to study Neo-Confucianism and use reasoning into poetry. You can follow the path of the Song Dynasty."

Although Li Dongyang is his teacher, there are often children who are not like the father, and those who are not like teachers... Teacher Li also recognized it.

He had just finished reading Cui Xie's drawing, and he was in a good mood. He was not willing to embarrass his disciples, and he was afraid that his sour and turban-like clumsy would pollute his state of mind, so he pushed the drawing away and gave him paper and pen. As a note, sitting at the table said: "Today I will tell you a few schools of Song Studies, and I will talk about Zhou Cheng Zhang Shao's five sons in the future."

After a pause, he said: "Shao Kangjie's study is more arduous and difficult, and few people pass it on. Nowadays, there are people who claim to be inherited and the rate is too shallow. You only know something about it. You should take the other four. The child is the master."

As for Zhu Zi's knowledge, it is in the imperial examination books. Cui Xie memorized the Four Books, Zhu Zi's Notes on the Book of Songs, and Zhu Zi's Quotations so well. Is there any reason for not being familiar with the principles?