The teachers and students all dispersed.

But these dispersed people still made the city of Luoyang go crazy.

Relying on the school, it was a neighbor selling pens, ink, paper and inkstones, but suddenly many scholars rushed over.

They were very consistent and they all came to buy paper.

What I want to buy is not paper of ordinary meaning, but jade board rice paper.

If ordinary scholars only write and draw, they mostly use rough paper or cotton paper. After all, the consumption is high, and this kind of paper is relatively cheap, which can be said to be cheap and sufficient.

However, jade board rice paper is different, with excellent paper quality, which is most suitable for writing, and can also be used for preservation of running scripts.

Usually, there are very few people who come to care about this jade board rice paper. After all, the price is high. Most of the readers intentionally frame their ink treasures when they are running scripts, or want to write and give them to others, so they will use such paper.

But today, the shopkeeper of this paper shop was trembling when he saw it. Huge crowds of scholars rushed in, asking nothing, just asking jade paper.

At the beginning, the shop was still selling as usual, after all, there was still inventory, but soon the inventory was sold out. When the shopkeeper heard the clerk's in a hurry, he went downstairs and saw that the store was full of people.

All these scholars shouted at the guy: "Why are there no paper? I'll add more money, hurry up!"

"No!"

These scholars all bring fame and reputation with Juren. Although they are polite in school, they are not so polite outside. They are all arrogant people. Moreover, they are all unfair to each other. They look bad. Someone said angrily: "I must want to stock up on goods, hurry up, bring paper."

"The guest officer, there is really no one."

Now, in a blink of an eye, Luoyang paper expensive.

At the same time, there seemed to be some noise here in Tianren Pavilion.

Today is the day of sacrifice, how could all the scholars not know?

But when the noisy sound reached the Tianren Pavilion and Juxian Hall, the scholars gathered together and looked at each other in all directions.

"Mr. Yang, what happened?" Chen Yixing asked curiously.

At this moment, Yang Biao also had suspicion in his eyes. He raised his eyes and glanced at the scholars, and saw that they were all confused.

Obviously, everyone was wondering if something was wrong.

Mr. Jiang said worriedly: "How could the ceremony for the sacrifice to Zhongyi Hou be so noisy? What kind of occasion is this? Is there something wrong at the foot of the mountain? Mr. Yang, did you order someone to go down the mountain to ask?"

Everyone nodded.

Things are so strange, it's fine at other times, but today is a ceremony to worship Zhongyi Hou. They have been on the mountain for more than a dozen springs and autumns. Every year, every day, it's silent outside, but this time it's really unreasonable.

From a Confucian perspective, sacrifices must be in accordance with the Zhou rituals. In the Zhou rituals and the Book of Rites, sacrifices are regarded as the most important thing in the world. The so-called "Gods do not care about non-classes, and people do not worship non-classes." This means that sacrifices are the distinction between civilization and uncivilization. Moreover, in ancient times, there were only two major national affairs, one was "Rong" and the other was "sacrifice". The former was war, and the latter was sacrifice. Compared with this, it was not related to the survival of the country.

It is precisely because of this that the bachelors seem shocked.

Sacrifice is too important, let alone the annual sacrificial ceremony of loyalty and righteousness? How could such an incongruous voice appear?

Everyone must be solemn and rigorous, and there will be no noise. If the sky either collapses or the Hu people invade Luoyang City, then this is possible.

Everyone showed surprise on their faces, and finally they looked at Yang Biao, hoping that Yang Biao would come up with an idea.

Yang Biao was silent and wandered for a long time before shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten the oath of our entry into the Heavenly Man Pavilion? After entering the Heavenly Man Pavilion, there are only poems and books in this Pavilion, and there are no other external affairs. There is no need to ask about it, and everyone will do their own duties."

The bachelors nodded and expressed their agreement.

Yes, things outside of Tianren Pavilion have nothing to do with them.

But... identification is the same thing, but they are not immortals in the mountains after all, so they can really ignore them? Therefore, everyone is still thinking.

But at this moment, the bell at the foot of the mountain rang.

Everyone was shocked.

At this time, an article was sent?

After a stick of incense passed, a boy entered, holding a brocade box in his hand, and said, "I have met Zhu Xuezi, and I have a piece of advice from Yang Ye, the governor of the palace."

Is it Yang Ye?

Generally speaking, as the highest academic official in the academy, Yang Ye is not responsible for recommending articles, but now...

This made the scholars look sideways. It was when everyone was still surprised that the boy hesitated and continued: "He also said... say..."

"But it's okay." Yang Biao said lightly.

The boy hesitated for a while, and finally said truthfully: "He said this article is of great importance, so please ask all the bachelors to read it earlier."

Xue Shi Jiang sneered, showing disdain, and said, "When will Yang Ye be able to point fingers at Tianren Pavilion."

Yang Biao pressed his hands down and looked at the boy and said, "What else?"

The boy said, "A major event happened at the foot of the mountain. There was a chaos in the sacrificial ceremony, and it was all thanks to this article."

Something went wrong...

At this moment, Yang Biao and others were truly shocked.

The sacrifice of Zhongyi Hou has been in 500 years. There has been no trouble in the past five hundred years. This is because the sacrifice cannot cause chaos, and the sacrifice of Zhongyi Hou will never cause any trouble in the sage. What Zhongyi Hou represents is the thought of the sage. The so-called Confucius called Chengren and Meng said to obtain righteousness. This is the ultimate goal of scholars and the foundation of Confucian rule of the country.

There is a mess, what a horrible thing this...will be.

Yang Biao frowned. Even though his temperament has always been calm, he became angry in this matter. He couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Can't Yang Ye even do such a small thing? It's related to this article? What other chaos can an article cause?"

Although Yang Biao has been through four dynasties and is a virtuous prime minister, he is a scholar in his heart. Zhongyihou is the person he admires the most. It can even be said that Zhongyihou is an idol that almost all scholars want to imitate since childhood.

In his heart, the loyalty and righteousness are inviolable by the Holy Spirit.

Thinking of something wrong with such an important matter, even Yang Biao, who is not easy to get angry, couldn't help but feel anger in his heart.

His eyes were slightly lowered, the corners of his mouth were outlined, and his wrinkled face was full of anger.

The other bachelors all turned their faces down at the same time.

After all, Yang Biao suppressed his anger and squeezed out his words from his teeth: "Remember."

The boy then took out the article from the brocade box and sang tremblingly: "The world has righteousness..."

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Suddenly, Yang Biao and others' expressions changed suddenly.

This is not a tribute.

"There are mixed forms and manifolds. The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the higher part is the sun and stars. It is called Haoran, and the vastness of the cliff. The imperial road should be clear and free, and the palace is harmonious and the Ming court. When I was in the time of the time, I saw it, and I draped in the painting. In the Qi Taishi, I wrote in the Jin Donghu pen..."

Bang!

Someone slapped the table and it was Mr. Liu.

When he was reading this, Xue Shi Liu could no longer sit still. With a bang, he suddenly felt angry and said, "This... is the sacrificial text?"

The boy looked a little scared, but he still said, "Yes."

Now it is not just that the sacrificial rules have been broken, but even the rules of the Tianren Pavilion have been broken.

"This is simply nonsense." Mr. Jiang's face was slightly calm, his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and he shouted angrily.

Yang Biao remained as a mountain, and only said with a gloomy face: "Continue to recite."

"Sometimes you hit the thief's scepter, and your head is broken. This is the magnificent energy and the sturdyness will last forever. When it penetrates the sun and the moon, life and death are at peace. The earth is built on it, and the sky pillar is dependent on it. The three pillars are actually based on fate, and morality is the root. I am so sad that I can't do anything but the official position is not strong..."

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Everyone's faces gradually changed, and even later, everyone took a breath and became immersed in the words.

In a vague way, tears flashed in Yang Biao's eyes.

This text is like the spirit of Zhongyi Hou in the sky, like Zhongyi Hou is right in front of him, in the dark and wet cell, full of rotten flesh and blood on his clothes, but he sat calmly and slowly told himself.

His voice, appearance and smile were all in front of him. When he was telling himself, he was very calm, completely ignoring the gloomy and darkness in the cell, nor caring. Not long ago, he seemed lonely in a severe torture he had experienced, but behind the loneliness, he had hope and infinite yearning for his country. However... he could vaguely see righteousness, and this vitality of vitality filled his whole body, so pain and loneliness were no longer important.

Some are just a kind of persistence and a kind of concept!

The same sentence is still the same, Confucius said to be benevolent, and Meng said to be righteous. Even if there are thousands of people, I will go.

Yang Biao's eyes blurred, and then he closed his eyes.

But in my ears, there was the tender voice of a boy: "Looking at this, I look up at the white clouds. My heart is sad, but the sky is so great. The philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past. I read books on the wind eaves, and the ancient roads shine on the colors."

After reading the last sentence of this article, Yang Biao took a deep breath and choked and said: "Wind Eaves to read books, and ancient roads look at colors. Good, good, very good!"

Other bachelors are immersed in it.

It seems that this great aura has been passed down for five hundred years, and has also been infected by this article.

Chen Yixing couldn't help but sigh and said, "What a wonderful thing!"

At this time, the boy said, "This is Chen Kaizhi's tribute."

Finally, everyone came back to reality.

All of a sudden, I understood everything.

The sacrificial text has a format, but you can't use any style of writing at will.

"Is it Chen Kaizhi?" someone said shocked.

Even Yang Biao was shocked: "In this way, is it a mess caused by the culture and style?"

"No, no." The boy said: "It's because after the rituals were read out, the ritual officials read it several times, and the teachers and students in the academy followed suit..."

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Chapter completed!