When Yan Xi and his party were going to the imperial mausoleum, a sixth-rank editor in the Hanlin Academy was summoned by a regular sixth-rank attendant to collate the history books of the previous dynasty.

That Xiuzhuan is a tough-tempered person, knowing that others intend to embarrass him, he refuses to show weakness and please, so he packs up his pen and ink, and walks away.

He just walked to the door, and the adult attendant deliberately loudly said: "What about the number one scholar? Is the Imperial Academy short of a number one scholar? Every three years there is a number one scholar, and all the living number one scholars in this dynasty are from the Imperial Academy. He is not alone.One copy! Why is he so lofty that he has to reason about everything? Ask him to write a sacrificial oration for the imperial concubine, and insist on discussing the facts. Which of those facts are true and which are false, who knows, who cares? He is poorI don’t want to give up, I have to take the matter to the emperor, now we are punished, is he happy?”

A waiter surnamed Chen of the same rank next to him persuaded him: "Zhang Shi read calm down, he is different from us after all, he is the number one scholar in the Sanyuan and the first rank, which is the only one in Da Jing, who is not a scholar?We have lofty capital, so bear with it."

Zhang Shidu raised his eyebrows and said: "The only one? The only one who can't be pasted on the wall. The last champion was already a bachelor from the fifth-rank waiter, and he was a candidate who couldn't pass the inspection for a year. This yearThe examination school is no better, but whether the Imperial Academy will keep him or not is another matter."

Chen Shidao continued to persuade: "Honestly speaking, his articles are indeed amazing, but based on his talent and learning, the Mei University will not send him out."

The champion stood under the eaves with his pen and ink in his hands and listened to it all. He crumpled the paper, gritted his teeth, turned around, stood in front of the two, and said: "persons who walk different paths cannot make plans together, squeeze into a pileIt's also because of trouble. Let's talk about it today, you and I went back to the Mei University, and asked him to let me go on a foreign job, and each of us will be clean in the future."

Zhang Shidu didn't expect that a subordinate like him would dare to put his nose on his face, he slapped the table and said, "Well, Shang Baiheng, do you ever talk to Shangfeng like this?"

Shang Baiheng replied blankly: "Read the books of sages and sages, and be a real gentleman. But a gentleman doesn't talk about others' right and wrong. Is there anyone who is a gentleman like Mr. Zhang?"

This is equivalent to being pointed at by Shang Baiheng and scolded for his poor character. Zhang Shidu was immediately furious and cursed: "How dare you criticize Shangfeng, disregarding the rules and righteousness?"

Shang Baiheng replied stubbornly: "Whoever talks about right and wrong is right and wrong. Is Mr. Zhang talking about etiquette again?"

Zhang Shidu couldn't help but quarrel with him, and became angry from embarrassment, took the inkstone and threw it at it.

Shang Baiheng stood straight, didn't avoid it, his forehead was bruised, and half of his face was covered with ink. He looked embarrassed, but his words were still justified: "A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands.It is already clear at a glance whether your lord is a gentleman."

Zhang Shidu couldn't beat the quarrel, scolded and scolded and couldn't win, so he was so angry that he rushed towards him with a loud cry.

Shang Baiheng was waiting for this opportunity to do something, and when he saw someone rushing towards him, he rolled up his sleeves and wrestled with him.

The two outstanding scholars were disheveled and had no image.

The waiter Chen next to him couldn't persuade him, but when he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately went to find someone.

As a result, both of them were fined, and Shang Baiheng was sent out as expected. It's just that Master Mei cherished his talent and was unwilling to kick him out of the Imperial Academy.To be a lecturer?"

Shang Baiheng knelt down to thank him without blinking his eyes: "I am willing."

He answered so simply, and packed things neatly.He was very puzzled by his colleagues, and they all thought he was a fool.

Shang Baiheng laughed inexplicably when he left the Imperial Academy.

He usually looked at Mu Leng, but this time he did things very neatly, not at all as pedantic as the rumors said.It took him only two days to complete the handover, and on the third day, with a swollen forehead, he knocked on the door of the imperial mausoleum.

It has been three days since he arrived at the Imperial Mausoleum, and Yan Xi has a deeper understanding of what it means to be bullied by dogs in Pingyang.

The house is leaky, the firewood is in short supply, and there is a lack of clothing and food. The cash he and Yan Ling'er brought is limited, and the valuables are either kept in the palace, or they cannot be sold if they have internal files.For several years, money was the first problem.

What's more, although he has modern knowledge, he doesn't understand ancient knowledge.The original owner didn't study hard, so he had to make up for it himself.

But the sage books are different from the vernacular, and it is difficult to learn them without a teacher.Furthermore, his goal is the ultimate position, and what he needs to learn is the emperor technique.

He is now... the teacher he is most in short supply of, and he has to be an emperor teacher.

Just when Yan Xi was at a loss, Wang An came to report: "Your Highness, there is a gentleman who claims to be your teacher and asks to see you."

Yan Xi asked in surprise: "Mr. He Lai? Ask him to come in."

Shang Baiheng followed Wang An into the inner room. He put the heavy book on the table, turned around and cupped his hands at Yan Xi and said, "My minister is Shang Baiheng, the editor of the Hanlin Academy.His Highness's homework. From now on, the humble minister will stay with His Highness until the day when His Highness learns to be successful!"

Shang Baiheng is a teacher, so he doesn't have to bow down to the prince.After he finished speaking neither humble nor overbearing, he stood up straight and showed Yan Xi a determined smile.

Yan Xi stood up straight in the air-tight book pavilion. He saw Shang Baiheng walking over with his hands behind his back in plain scarf.

The man who called himself Mr. was in his early twenties, tall and slender, too thin to support his robe.But his eyes were piercing, and when he looked at Yan Xi, they were radiant.

This gaze suddenly made Yan Xi respectful, and he asked Shang Baiheng: "Do you have a transfer order, sir?"

Shang Baiheng took out the document and pressed it on the desk. He stood upright and spoke clearly: "It's good to testify with documents and not trust others. His Highness Wan Wang will also keep this caution when meeting others in the future."

When Yan Xi saw that the other party was imposing and self-organized, he had already believed in him; moreover, he was a down-and-out prince, and it was too late for others to draw a line with him, so he must have been ordered to come.

So Yan Xi, the clerk, didn't bother to look at it, and asked respectfully, "Teachers have their own specialties. Dare I ask you what you want to teach me?"

Shang Baiheng was interrogated by the students. Instead of being angry, he smiled, and said concisely: "I was a Zhongjieyuan at the age of eighteen, a member of the Huiyuan at twenty-two, and I was selected as the number one scholar at twenty-three.Can teach."

Historically, since the imperial examinations, there have been no more than a dozen people who have reached the rank of three yuan. The one in front of him has achieved the highest achievement of a scholar. This alone is enough to be anyone's teacher.

Yan Xi asked himself that with his high school grades, he couldn't guarantee that he would secure the first place every time.A person who can dominate in the crowded examination room represents the highest human IQ, extreme self-discipline, and super ability to withstand stress. Such a teacher is very desirable.

To make such a decision, Yan Xi only had to think about it, and he wanted to learn from his teacher while speaking.

"Wait a minute." Shang Baiheng stopped him, "This minister came here not just to teach His Highness these things."

Yan Xi asked for advice: "What do you want to teach, sir?"

Shang Baiheng sat in front of the desk with his robes lifted, and he wrote the two characters "Taiping" with a brush. The posture of closing the pen has the sharpness of a knight putting his sword into its sheath.

He stared at Yan Xi closely: "I want to teach Your Highness the way to bring peace to the world, but I wonder if His Highness dares to learn it?"

The cold air of the deep winter seeped in from all directions of Poshuge, making people shiver, but Yan Xi felt a certain kind of warm power in the other party's burning eyes, and he bent deeply in the choking black charcoal smoke.Salute: "Student Yan Weiyu has met Teacher Shang."

Shang Baiheng also stood up and bowed to Yan Xi: "Daozhi also thank Your Highness for understanding my mind. There is no limit to learning, His Highness Wanwang studies hard and introspects, the road ahead is thorny, and the future is smooth."

Yan Xi then studied with Shang Baiheng.

Shang Baiheng is a good teacher with real knowledge. He knows everything by heart and answers every question. There is nothing that Shang Baiheng doesn't understand.

Moreover, Shang Baiheng is really "good at being a teacher". The more Yan Xi asks, the happier Shang Baiheng is.Standing up, he looked at him fervently—as if he was looking at a very proud work.

The process of getting along with them is like a craftsman polishing rough jade. Shang Baiheng discovered an excellent piece of material by chance, and devoted himself to the carving process ecstatically. No matter how serious his face was, he could not suppress the expressionlessexcitement.

As the one being polished, Yan Xi also enjoyed this learning process very much.

One of the two was teaching vigorously, and the other was learning mesmerizingly, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

In full swing, congenial.

The imperial mausoleum is remote and lacks supplies.

Emperor Tianxi deducted Yan Xi's prince's title, and the remaining prince's title was sent to the imperial mausoleum for some reason, only one-third was left, and even Yan Ling'er's princess supply was not enough.When first came to the imperial mausoleum, all expenses were spent on repairing the house, and the remaining money had to be counted. Even lighting the lamps at night was saved if could.

Not the slightest princely style.

But this is a good day for Yan Xi.

As long as he is enthroned, he can be reborn in this world. This reward is so tempting that he is always full of anticipation and high morale.

In the real world, for that college entrance examination, he studied hard for twelve years, just waiting for the moment of carp leaping through the dragon's gate.I got a job in Beijing, got a job and bought a house, took my mother to get medical treatment, and slowly found my sister.

He was so looking forward to it.

But he died, so sad.

Now that he was suddenly reborn again, he was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself, secretly fantasizing about returning to reality every night.

He changed unknowingly, and he learned to restrain himself and cherish himself almost without a teacher.

His whole person seemed to have a layer of fresh brilliance, and he began to blend into the plot with an independent attitude.Since when he first came here, he just wanted to be just a question-making machine for the plot, and he gradually faded away from the mentality of watching with cold eyes and the style of doing things like a formula, and he was obviously more energetic.

He began to look like a flesh-and-blood bookman.

He calculated carefully, he had to take good care of himself first, and then he had to take care of security.If you want to live until you ascend the throne, your body is the capital of the revolution, and you must not die before leaving the army.

He was really looking forward to the chance of rebirth, wishing he could sit in the college entrance examination room tomorrow.

Yan Xi has a heart disease in her modern body and cannot do strenuous exercise. She has practiced yoga for many years.In the relaxing and soothing and repetitive static movements, he can get calm in the sweat.

Now, in order to exercise, he also started doing yoga every night.

But the original owner's body is too weak, and he has caught a cold these few days.

That night, after doing yoga, he couldn't fall asleep easily, but fell into a state of half-awake, half-hot, and half-cold. He felt the cold sweat on his forehead in a trance.

It's fever and hypoglycemia.

Yan Xi subconsciously knew that she was in a very dangerous situation.

But he couldn't shout, couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't even get up.

He knew that Wang An slept in the outer room, Lian Xin stayed with Yan Ling'er in the next room, the cook Zhijuan lived in the farther room, and his new teacher lived in the furthest room.

At this moment, he was so weak and fragile that he couldn't make a sound to call someone.

He was not reconciled to ending his rare chance of turning the tables, and tightened his five fingers with all his consciousness, ordering himself not to fall asleep over and over again.

Cold and hot in his body alternately, he was like a fish struggling to survive in the gap between ice and fire. In the struggle of life and death, he exhausted the strength of two lifetimes and pushed down the water glass beside the couch.

A crackling sound finally alarmed Wang An outside.

What followed was an exclamation, followed by a burst of panic.

Yan Xi vaguely saw Shang Baiheng holding a candle to observe his situation, and then ordered someone to boil sugar water.

Hearing this, he knew he was saved.Let go of the hand that pinched the hem of the teacher's clothes at some point.

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