Mrs. Feng felt sorry for Wei Zi and was afraid that she would be disappointed. After confirming with Dr. Jiang that Wei Zi was fine, she invited the Master Jijiu to come to Prince Yan's Mansion.
It was the first official meeting between the two top academic figures. They regretted meeting each other late and cherished each other.
Master Jijiu has never seen anything in his life, ups and downs, and he has long been like a round pebble.
Wei Zi, on the other hand, has a purely academic mind and does not worry about other twists and turns.
The two hit it off immediately and actually said some sincere words.
Wei Zi talked about her medical philosophy and hoped to use the training of female doctors as an entry point so that more women have the same rights as men to receive education and participate in social division of labor.
Jijiu nodded: "In the early years, I also thought about setting up a women's school in the Imperial College, but nothing came of it. In the final analysis, 99% of people today regard women as accessories to men. The glory of women does not come from themselves, but from themselves.
They are her husband and her children."
He smiled slightly at Wei Zi: "It's gotten better these years, and it's also because of Dr. Wei. During that epidemic, Dr. Wei saved countless lives. Not only did he save the Yun Kingdom, but he also changed many people's minds: Woman,
He can also make achievements like men."
Only then did Wei Zi understand what the sacrificial wine called her: not Princess Chen, but the Imperial Physician of Wei—she was Wei Zi first, and then the princess of Feng Danyuan.
Jijiu continued: "Since the beginning of the imperial examination, everyone in the world has thought that 'everything is of inferior quality, only reading is high'. The emperor does not object to women becoming officials, but now there is still only one female official in the court, Imperial Doctor Wei. Just because of this
The Word is not a matter of words."
"My idea is: the first step is to merge the Imperial College and the Medical College into one, becoming the Eighth School of Guozixue, Taixue, Four Schools, Legal Studies, Calligraphy, Arithmetic and Mongolian School, but the Medical School is still
It will be under the supervision of Imperial Physician Wei, and I will only be responsible for enrolling students. The second step is to ask the emperor to open a women's education department, and set up women's classes in the other seven schools of the Imperial College to recruit female students."
"Originally, at my age, I would have taken care of myself after starting the elementary education class. But now that Dr. Wei has brought up this matter, and my sword is not old yet, let's do it together?
"
Master Jijiu had been serious for most of the day, and finally showed some irregularity.
Wei Zi smiled and nodded: "Okay, give him a try! Regardless of whether it can be done or not, this road is getting dark."
Master Jijiu glanced at her: "You haven't done anything yet, so you can't destroy your prestige. Who am I, and who are you, how could it not be possible?"
"Master Jijiu is absolutely right." Wei Zi agreed unceremoniously.
Master Jijiu rubbed his hands and smiled a little too enthusiastically: "Now that we have finished talking about business, let's talk about private matters. When will the young prince come back?"
The topic changed quickly, and Wei Zi was stunned for a moment before replying: "I was going back a few days ago, but the King of Northern Xinjiang kindly invited me, so Xiaoyu stayed in Northern Xinjiang first, and I just took this opportunity to let him know more about Northern Xinjiang.
Xinjiang’s customs and customs.”
Interruption from the King of Northern Xinjiang: No, Gu didn’t invite you, let alone being kind! You asked Feng Danyuan to take the little kid away. You feel so tired that Gu Kuai can’t hold on any longer...
