"Miss Zhao."

The Minister of Punishment did not want to pay attention to Inspector Zhao, who was now favored by the Empress Dowager, and instead showed an amiable smile to Zhao Shangxin. There was no family in Xiang Jing who did not want Miss Zhao as their daughter-in-law or granddaughter-in-law.

"It's so polite to enjoy it."

Zhao Shangxin returned the gift politely.

"My sister and I have to go up the mountain to attend lectures, so I'll excuse you here. Sima Shangshu won't blame us, right?"

Zhao Cuo showed a hypocritical smile.

"Inspector Zhao is serious."

Sima Yu watched with twitching eyes as he raised his hand to press the hilt of Shang Fang's sword.

"Take the first step."

After speaking, Mr. Zhao took his sister and walked towards the stone steps up the mountain.

"Then why did the Minister of Punishment call you Inspector Zhao so politely?"

Only then did Zhao Shanxin ask the doubts in his heart.

"Because I handle cases with a clear eye and am deeply trusted by the empress, many adults in the court call me that to show their respect. There is no big deal."

Zhao Cuo said seriously.

"My fault, you are getting worse and worse!"

Zhao Shanxin, who didn't believe this at all, raised her hand and pinched her brother's cheek, but she didn't ask any more questions because there were more people on the road.

"Long time no see, Junior Sister Zhao."

"Good morning."

"Could this be Mr. Zhao who wrote about the time when the moon will be bright?"

Miss Zhao continued to greet her fellow apprentices all the way, and Mr. Zhao did not continue to hold her sister's hand out of the blue. The two siblings soon arrived at a yard under a big banyan tree.

"Do academy students usually have classes here?"

Zhao Cuo looked at the open-air classroom where he was with some curiosity.

"That's not true. There are many different schools on the mountain, but the public classes are here."

Zhao Shanxin pulled him to sit down on the futon near the lecture table.

"Dear classmates."

A young student in a green shirt suddenly came over and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Wen asked someone to come and announce that he will be giving a lecture at Zhixingya today. Please move on."

"ah?"

Zhao Shanxin was also stunned when he heard this.

"Zhixing Cliff?"

Zhao mistakenly glanced at his sister.

"That's the place where the ancestral saints preached. It's usually only used when teaching new disciples for the first time, but Mr. Wen must have some purpose in teaching there."

"Then let's go there."

Zhao Cuo stood up and extended his hand to his sister.

"Um."

So the two of them walked a short distance and came to a dangerous cliff with beautiful scenery. There were already hundreds of people sitting here, and they casually found a quiet place to sit down.

"This academy is a good place to retire."

Zhao Cuo felt the gentle breeze blowing slowly, and could not help but narrowed his eyes in contentment. He tilted his body and rested his head on his sister's shoulder.

"I brought you to class!"

Zhao Sangxin poked his forehead with a headache.

"Also, you are also the eldest son of a noble prince. You will be granted a title in the future. Be more polite in front of outsiders."

"Yes Yes."

Zhao Cuo, who always respected his teacher, sat up straight.

"Mr. Wen is famous for being strict. If you mess around while he lectures, you will be reprimanded in public later, but you will lose your face."

Zhao Shangxin gave another warning, and just as she finished speaking, an old man with Chinese characters and a face holding a scroll in his hand walked up to the podium.

His bright dark yellow eyes glanced around below.

The hundreds of people here who were whispering just now fell silent immediately.

'This Sima Yu does have many old acquaintances at Xunshan Academy...'

Zhao Cuo's eyes were fixed on the auditorium next to the podium, where several elderly people were sitting on stools, including Sima Yu, the Minister of Punishment.

"Do you know why I am giving a lecture at Zhixing Cliff today?"

Mr. Wen on the stage spoke, and before the students in the hall could speak, he continued to answer his own questions:

"Recently, there was a major corruption case in the capital that I found unbelievable. Lord Gongun actually reached out to the treasury, and the Queen Mother ransacked the homes of a number of high-ranking officials before recovering the stolen money...

…”

When he said this, he slapped the table with an angry expression.

"Do you know who the most corrupt official Cui Jing is? That old man was once the proud disciple of the head of the college! Now he has forgotten his loyalty and patriotism and has become a moth! He is not the only one who has been corrupted by students from Xunshan! So!

Come and see if my academy has become a place of filth and evil!"

‘Point to the monk and say that the bald donkey belongs to you.’

Zhao Cuo looked at the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment with a somewhat unnatural look on his face in the spectators' gallery with some amusement.

"Do you still remember the ambitions you had when you entered school before setting up this monument?"

Mr. Wen sneered and pointed at the stone tablet standing on the cliff.

"I still remember what that old man Cui Jing said was to uphold integrity and establish benevolence and righteousness... Now that I think about it, it's all bullshit!"

He lectured hundreds of people in the hall with spittle.

"I think there is nothing much to say today. It is my academy students who are thinking about it here. They look at the monument and think about what they said here!"

Zhao Cuo is as troubled as many outsiders here. Did they come all the way here just to be disciplined? Now they have to face the wall and think about their mistakes?

"cough!"

A dry cough suddenly sounded.

"Brother Wen."

Everyone's eyes focused on the Minister of Justice who stood up.

"Can I say a few words?"

He said kindly.

"It's Sima Shangshu..."

Mr. Wen frowned but still agreed.

"Dear students."

Sima Yu walked up to the high platform majestically, with a look of heavy regret on his old face. It must be said that this combined with the official authority on his body was very impressive.

"The case of corruption among Beijing officials that Wen Daru mentioned just now is something that I personally witnessed. It is really disappointing. There is a young man here today who is the inspector of the case appointed by the Queen Mother. Why don't we invite this person?"

Mr. Zhao set a speech in front of the monument to set an example for the students of the academy."

"Who is it?"

Mr. Wen asked displeasedly to the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice who was good at making opinions.

"This son is Mr. Zhao from Duke Zheng's mansion."

Sima Yu looked at Zhao Cuo sitting in a remote place with an unchanging smile.

"oh?"

Mr. Wen suddenly became interested.

"It turns out that it's Zhao Wujiu who is an extremely talented poet, and he is the handsome young man sitting next to Youxin, right? I wonder if Young Master Zhao is willing to show off his talents."

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'Why do you give me the opportunity to pretend to be a saint in front of others?'

Zhao Cuo in the classroom was a little confused, and he had to stand up because of the gazes gathered around him. The teacher's roll call in class cannot be ignored.

"Wrong!"

Zhao Shangxin pulled his sleeve nervously.

"The monument was erected by the ancestors of Confucianism and Taoism! Those who are not sincere must not face it directly. The first lesson for entry into Xunshan Academy is to inscribe on it. When you write it, you will be questioned! You have to think about it carefully."

"Thank you sister for reminding me."

Zhao Cuo nodded lightly, then smiled and saluted Mr. Wen on the podium. It is not appropriate to refuse when the teacher asks you to answer a question in class.
Chapter completed!