"My surname is Huang. I am from Ningbo Prefecture, Zhejiang Province. I am a new Jinshi this year and was awarded the promotion officer of Ningguo Mansion. After I arrived at Ningguo Mansion, I found that the original promotion officer was still in office. The Ministry of Civil Affairs corrected the mistake and ordered me to be the promotion officer of Songjiang Prefecture. .My servant and I disembarked from the canal and just passed Tongli when we encountered robbers."
When Han Ximeng heard this, he suddenly sighed.
It turned out that this man was going to his hometown of Songjiang to take up a post. He, an official of Songjiang, and himself, a citizen of Songjiang, were now trapped in a bandit den. The banditry in Susong was so rampant.
Han Ximeng continued to ask: "Does the enemy that Sir is suspicious of have a name?"
Mr. Huang told the whole story calmly.
His enemy was called Shen Tonghe. This person also went to Beijing to take the exam this year. He spent a lot of money to bribe officials in the Ministry of Rites in Beijing and was able to take the exam in the same dormitory as his in-law Zhao Mingyang.
Zhao Mingyang was excellent in knowledge and literary talent. After he finished writing the article, he wrote it for Shen Tonghe and asked him to copy it. Unexpectedly, Shen actually got Huiyuan.
That day at the Gongyuan of the Ministry of Rites, some candidates knew about this matter. Because Shen Tonghe's father was the governor of Henan, the candidates did not dare to offend the Shen family.
However, Mr. Huang believed that the children of officials openly committed fraud and set the laws of the Ming Dynasty in the wrong place. How could such a person who deceived the world and stole his reputation be an official? So on the day when the results were released, he obscured Shen Tonghe's name with mud and asked for justice. After a thorough investigation, the Ministry of Rites re-examined him individually and found that he was indeed a man with a superficial knowledge of literature and writing. Zhao Mingyang confessed, and the imperial court assigned the two of them to guard the border.
After listening to this, Han Ximeng thought to himself, this Mr. Huang is obviously a high school Jinshi. The cheating of the candidates in the same examination does not affect his personal pursuit of fame and official position, but he is still not afraid of the powerful and wants to argue clearly for justice. This His temper is very similar to that of his late father.
Zheng Haizhu, who was wearing a mosquito net beside him, could not help but secretly complain as a time traveler.
As expected, the officials of the Ming Dynasty were more and more weird each time. When the officials appointed Jinshi officials, they even got the wrong prefecture and county. Then, the son of a high-ranking official cheated in the scientific examination, and the high-ranking official went to the underworld without saying a word. The reporter will be killed.
No matter whether the corpses were left alone or there was nothing to fear, the administration was in a mess. No wonder, in less than thirty years, the Ming Dynasty would be finished.
I heard Han Ximeng ask more and more respectfully: "Little girl, can I ask for your name?"
"My name is Zunsu, my character is really long."
What?
Zheng Haizhu was shocked. Fortunately, the darkness concealed her expression.
Huang Zunsu... isn't that the father of Huang Zongxi, a famous thinker in the late Ming Dynasty, and one of the Seven Gentlemen of the Donglin Party?
If history is remembered correctly, ten years later, at the end of the Apocalypse, he was arrested and sent to prison for offending the eunuch Wei Zhongxian, and committed suicide in prison. He was only in his early forties when he died.
In Yuyao, Zhejiang, there is still the Huang Zunsu Cemetery hidden in a large plum garden.
Jinshi in the last years of Wanli, a native of Ningbo Prefecture, first promoted to Ningguo, with an unusual name, and a deep voice that is neither old nor young... All the information can be matched. The person in front of me should be Huang Zunsu in history.
A year ago, after the time-traveled Zheng Haizhu gradually adapted to her identity and began to implement her own livelihood plan, Songjiang socialite Han Ximeng, the founder of "Gu Embroidery" admired by later generations, was the first historical celebrity she found on her own initiative.
And Huang Zunsu is the second celebrity to bump into.
Zheng Haizhu couldn't help but murmur, if Huang Zunsu would not die in this kidnapping and revenge, then what was the reason for his escape?
While I was thinking about it, the wooden door of the shed was opened, and the old woman stepped in with food in hand and a small oil lamp on the tray.
The mother-in-law had delivered meals to Huang Zunsu in the past few days, and she was not surprised to see him standing in the greenhouse. When she saw Zheng Haizhu hanging the mosquito net, she felt sour in her heart - young and good-looking girls are really popular, and this nerd is so popular right away.
I'm going to be a ghost, but I don't forget to fawn over beautiful women.
The mother-in-law handed the food plate to Zheng Haizhu, turned around and walked out of the smelly livestock shed.
"Miss, the chicken soup is so fragrant, with green beans added, and the rice looks like it's steamed with new rice." Zheng Haizhu reported briskly.
Although she was in danger, Miss Han had just said that she wanted to have a good meal, so why would she, a maid, make the atmosphere too solemn?
Han Ximeng ordered: "Give Mr. Huang a bowl."
Zheng Haizhu did as he was told, and Huang Zunsu did not refuse with any politeness. He took the chicken soup and simply sat on the floor and sipped it slowly.
Han Ximeng said to Zheng Haizhu with a sense of humor: "When we were studying art in Suzhou, we visited Canglang Pavilion and ate red sheep noodles at the farmhouse next to the garden. We also disliked how many flies flew into the canteen and it was too untidy. Now
You can eat it even if you are trapped among mosquitoes and flies, with pigs and sheep pens nearby."
Zheng Haizhu was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. He ate a few chopsticks of rice before going to answer the host's words: "Miss, when I was looking through my brother's books in my hometown in Zhangzhou, I read an anecdote. One of the four bachelors of the Su family.
Huang Tingjian, a young man, was relegated to a small city. He lived in a dilapidated house with a pig-killing stall right outside the window. Every day there was blood, strong smell, and green flies flying around. Huang Tingjian was not unable to survive, so he ate what he needed to eat.
, sleep when you need to, read and write poems, and live your life as usual."
Over there, Huang Zunsu, who was drinking chicken soup, couldn't help but be curious about this young woman after listening to Zheng Haizhu's words.
Nowadays, women's reputation is the most important thing. If a rich lady has entered a bandit's den, even if she escapes, the world will look at her with suspicion.
Even though Huang Zunsu hated this rotten concept of not distinguishing right from wrong and blaming the innocent, he could not ignore it, so he kept silent and did not ask where the two masters and servants were in trouble in front of them.
But just now, he had noticed from the conversation between the two that the maid deduced the cause of the danger for her master, unlike ordinary maids.
Now it sounds like she really comes from a family of scholars, so it's strange that she has to be calm in the face of danger and understand the understanding and magnanimity of scholars.
Since Huang Zunsu had the intention of approving, he picked up the allusion mentioned by Zheng Haizhu: "That's what the girl said. Huang Tingjian also named his humble room 'Xiaojizhai', which means quietness in the noisy, open-minded and self-deprecating."
Han Ximeng was also a man who read poetry and books. He recalled it briefly and said softly: "I remembered that this Huang Luzhi Huang Gong also wrote a poem: A dangerous mind travels thousands of miles, and impetuous desire gives birth to five soldiers. How many hidden things are there?
A stick of incense makes the sky above the spiritual platform bright..."
"Yes, the five unique poems that Miss mentioned are straightforward in terms of language, but I like it very much. Huang Gong is a master of incense making in the Song Dynasty."
"Well, he is also a master of calligraphy. I like his "Main Pillar Inscriptions". It would be great if I could embroider it."
In the shabby cell, the three prisoners were just talking, amidst the smell of chicken soup and pig manure, not thinking about their current situation like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
At this moment, I heard the chaotic sounds of footsteps in the courtyard, and then the voice of the naked guarding drake sounded: "Hey, Second Master, why are you here?"
