Tongyifang, Imperial College.

Bookstore.

Before the fish belly was white in the morning, Jia Cong came here and borrowed two volumes from "The Four Books and the Small Title Wenfu" and carefully studied them.

It is also because he was highly appreciated by the Library Teachers that he was treated like this.

Ordinary students can only borrow books at normal hours.

Jia Cong planned to end his autumn examination in this year. After all, he was not considered a scholar before he achieved fame and honor.

The son can be called friends with officials or may be appointed as an official.

The scholar can only call himself a student.

The minimum threshold for the "people from the same path" in the minds of the people in the Shilin City is to be a Juren.

Besides, the students, such as the children, are similar to those of primary school students, and at most they are not illiterate.

Since you have made up your mind to end up, you don’t have tolerate too much distraction.

Jia Cong thought he had done everything he should plan and could do now.

If nothing unexpected happens, the result will only be better than the goal he has planned.

So, don't pay too much attention.

The current important task is to obtain a minimum official origin as soon as possible.

More than two years of dedicated study, no waste of time, and the teachings of famous teachers are enough to compare with ordinary people's hard study for seven or eight years or even ten years.

Most people who have read Jia Cong's articles think that the article is sufficient.

However, it is still not the time to slack off.

There is only one teacher living here in the library. He is a very pure old master. Because he appreciates Jia Cong's diligence, he has given him a lot of help.

As usual, the old and the young are concentrated on studying under the candlelight.

"The Four Books and the Small Questions and the Small Questions" includes all the major questions and sample essays in the current text.

This is equivalent to the question bank of later generations, with millions of words.

Of course, Shiwen in the Wenfu is not something to memorize, because no matter how smart a person is, he cannot memorize all these sample essays.

What's more, even if you memorize it all, it's useless.

Nowadays, questions in the subject field are all interrogative questions, and they are calculated using the arrangement and combination of later generations. The questions of such interrogative questions are theoretically endless.

So rote memorization is useless...

The use of model essays in Wenfu is to understand the skills of famous scholars to solve questions and follow them.

Only by thinking through these things can you truly absorb the essence.

Usually, if there is guidance from a famous teacher at this time, it will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Jia Cong sometimes asked the teacher, but more, he would record his doubts and take them back to the Shangshu Mansion to ask Song Hua or Song Yan.

In the past two years, he has accumulated a thick booklet.

All of them are memorable notes, often read, and benefit a lot.

If his descendants go to the imperial examination in the future, they will also benefit a lot if they have such notes.

This is the so-called origin of family learning...

Immerse yourself in the contemplation of famous works of masterpieces, time flies.

The morning sun shines into the library and covers the quiet scholars.

The candle fire went out and the bell from the drum tower came, and Jia Cong still seemed to be unaware of it.

This made Liu Teacher Liu from the library very pleased to see it and nodded secretly.

But what made Liu Zhiyu displeased was that after dawn, more and more people came here to look for Jia Cong.

After wave after wave, he could not return to his seat after noon.

Standing directly in front of the library, everyone who does not borrow books will be sent away.

Even if he borrows a book, he is not allowed to enter. He will send someone to pick it up after reporting the title.

After driving away several groups of prison students who came to visit in succession, Liu Zhiyu was wondering what happened...

However, the people who followed him could not stop him.

"Qingchen, the Duke's Mansion sent someone to find you. It was your second master who asked you to return to your house if you had something to do."

Liu Teachingyu said regretfully, with complaints in his tone.

It seems that he is very dissatisfied with his family disturbing the students' studies.

Jia Cong sighed lightly when he heard this. After thanking Liu Zhiyu according to the courtesy, he took out the prepared pair of words and said, "In the past two years, Mr. Cong has received much care from him.

I have no way of repaying, I just use this word to express my feelings."

Teacher Liu was a little surprised. After taking it, he opened the book and saw sixteen words:

It is easy to meet a teacher of classics, but difficult to meet a teacher of others.

The peaches and plums do not speak, and they form their own paths.

When Liu Zhiyu saw this, he felt a little hot, but he didn't care much and asked anxiously: "Do you want to leave the prison? But you haven't graduated yet..."

Jia Cong's face was a little heavy, and he shook his head and said, "Maybe he didn't know that my father was lying in bed. As a student, he should go back to serve the disease."

When Liu Zhiyu heard this, he felt sorry for him, but he could not stop him. After all, filial piety is the most important.

He put away the book and reminded earnestly: "It should be like this. It is only after the Qing ministers return, if there are any problems or if they need any books that are not easy to obtain outside, just come and find me.

But it is important to remember that you must never forget to study and study.

It is important to know how difficult it is to take a career. It is like sailing against the current, and if you don’t advance, you will retreat.

Don't be careless and careless."

Jia Cong bowed deeply and replied: "Cong, remember the teacher's teachings."

...

After leaving the Imperial College Gate, Jia Cong saw the carriage arranged by the Jia Mansion and the chief servant waiting outside the door. He refused the chief servant's kindness to come over to take the bookcase. Jia Cong carried the bookcase and got on the carriage by himself.

Before closing the car door, I saw Qiu San standing on the corner of the street from afar. I don’t know how long I had been waiting, but now I nodded to myself.

Jia Cong closed the carriage door without saying much.

The long rode a horse, the driver drove the car, and the group rushed to Judefang.

...

East Road Courtyard.

Seeing Jia She wielding his sword to stab Mrs. Xing, Mrs. Xing was already scared and even forgot to escape.

Jia Lian finally rose up Yu Yong, rushed forward and pushed Mrs. Xing aside, shouting: "Madam, run quickly!"

It's just a little slower.

Jia She took a resentment and stabbed Mrs. Xing. Although Jia Lian pushed aside and avoided the vital points of his heart, he was still stabbed in the lungs.

Mrs. Xing screamed after getting caught in the sword, feeling her strength dissipated and she fell to the ground softly.

The maids and mothers around him screamed in surprise.

Jia Lian cried and begged for mercy, "Master, you can't kill it, you can't kill it!"

But Jia She was not rational at this time, and she wanted to drag the whole world to perish together.

With a hideous face, he stabbed Jia Lian again.

Seeing that Jia She was really crazy, Jia Lian didn't care about Mrs. Xing anymore, so he turned around and ran away.

Jia She was about to chase him, but he saw Wang Shanbao's family crying and shouting, and rushed to Mrs. Xing as a mourning man.

Disgusted in his heart, Jia She sneered and raised his sword to cut it off.

The Wang Shanbao family was so scared that they lay down with their heads in their arms. They were hit by a sword on their backs, and they screamed and fainted.

Although she fainted, her thick body was pressing on Mrs. Xing.

Mrs. Xing, who had been pierced and fell to the ground with serious injuries, screamed again...

However, Jia She ignored these things and staggered to chase Jia Lian.

He had already felt the energy around him was waving rapidly.

He wants to kill the beast before he is completely powerless!

...

Inside the ceremonial door, facing the south hall.

After being bored, Qian Mu finally wrote the term "Gived to Xinghua Niang" written by Jia Cong.
To be continued...