In the back garden of Pang Mansion, a dark and thin steward stood in front of Pang Mingxuan with his hands lowered, and reported in a low voice: "I'm home safely."
Pang Mingxuan smiled, hummed, and waved his hand to dismiss the steward.
Pang Mingxuan's eldest son Pang Lishu looked at his father in confusion.
Pang Mingxuan smiled and said: "It's that Mr. Dongxi. After the prince left, Wang Xiang began to urge Dongxi, and he asked you, Weng Weng, so I helped a little and sent Mr. Dongxi back.
Jiangnan. Today we will talk about Mr. Dongxi. First, you can tell us about Dongxi’s plan to go north to Jianlecheng and what went wrong.”
"Want to become an official? Fortunately, he is too arrogant." Pang Lishu answered quickly.
"It's not that he wants to be an official. It's more advantageous for him not to be an official than to be an official. He understands this very well. When he controls the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and when the king pays homage to the prime minister, he feels that he has gone from leading the literary circles in the south of the Yangtze River to leading the world's literati.
When Miss Li appeared, he thought it was a God-given opportunity, but he didn't expect that he would be completely defeated and his life would almost be lost."
Pang Mingxuan snorted disdainfully.
"When looking at people like Dong Xi, don't limit yourself to worldly views. Everyone in the world likes money and power, and loves to be flattered and flattered by others. It would be wrong to speculate on him based on this."
"Yes." Pang Lishu lowered his head and accepted the instruction.
"Don't be anxious, learn slowly, you are still young." Pang Mingxuan patted his son's shoulder gently, "Now tell me where Dong Xi went wrong, and be more careful."
"Is it xinxing?" Pang Lishu thought for a while and asked uncertainly.
Pang Mingxuan was surprised and asked, "Why do you think of xinxing?"
"Isn't it because Dongxi's despicable nature was revealed that he suffered a complete defeat?" Pang Lishu replied.
"Is this what you think, or did you listen to what others said?" Pang Mingxuan sat up straight.
"Everyone thinks that Dong Xi is greedy and despicable. Dad, what Miss Li said about being invisible in the crowd is really like this. The teachers in our school, as long as they are truly knowledgeable, dare to say that I think that. Also, Miss Li also said,
When talking, I keep talking about myself and my people, and most of the time I only have myself in my heart. It’s really like this..."
"Where did you hear this?" Pang Mingxuan interrupted his excited son in surprise.
"There is a copy of Gezhi that Miss Li talked about, saying that it came from the south of the Yangtze River." Pang Lishu replied.
"You copied it too? Let me take a look."
Pang Lishu agreed, went out, called the boy in, and ordered him to get it.
The boy quickly brought in the manuscript, and Pang Mingxuan flipped through the pages and read them carefully.
"This, this, we've all tried it, it's really like this! It's very interesting! And this, we polished a piece of white crystal, and we can really see the colorful light! I heard that Miss Li plans to write a few letters to the letter, I don't know when she will
I can write well." Pang Lishu pointed excitedly, full of yearning when he mentioned that Miss Li was writing a book.
Pang Mingxuan read it from beginning to end, looked at his excited son, and asked, "Do you all like this in school?"
"No," Pang Lishu realized that he was too excited and was a little embarrassed, "I just find it interesting, like a trick."
These are all craftsman's skills, sir, I reprimanded them.
"My father taught you that when you hear pointed gossip, what matters is not what was said, but where the gossip came from. When you see a copy like this, what matters is not what is written in the copy, but what is written in the copy.
Where did this manuscript come from? If you can't find it, then look carefully. There are sources in this manuscript. For example, these two pages, Miss Li said in public when she and Dong Xi were debating, these are what Miss Li said in public.
Hangcheng said during his lecture, where did these come from? If you don’t know, you should have someone check it out. If you can’t find out, you should think about whether this manuscript is authentic or not.
Fake?”
Pang Mingxuan mentioned the authenticity in one breath, looked at his son and asked.
"Definitely not. Everyone in our school has copied it. Prince Rui's palace must know it. If it is forged, the prince must have spoken out." Pang Lishu definitely denied the forgery.
"Well, then this manuscript can only come from that prince." Pang Mingxuan patted the thin manuscript.
Pang Lishu's eyes widened, and for a moment, he said, "Dad, he is also very elegant, right?"
Pang Mingxuan was choked by his son's words, "Don't think about everything from Gezhi. Dad is teaching you how to be a good person and do things."
Pang Lishu hurriedly responded yes.
"Once you have determined the source of the manuscript, you have to think about why the Crown Prince released this manuscript." Pang Mingxuan frowned.
Why did the prince release this transcript? Wasn't his marriage settled? If it wasn't for the marriage, then what was it for?
Pang Lishu looked at his father who thought of God, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.
They were all looking forward to listening to Miss Li's Gezhi class.
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In the grass pavilion by the stream, Mr. Dongxi, who was already a bit thin, had prominent cheekbones and his complexion was even grayer and duller.
Wu Jie came in with the decoction and saw Mr. Dongxi standing on the edge of the thatched pavilion with a cane. He put down the decoction and went to help Mr. Dongxi.
"Sir, you should lie down and take a good rest."
Mr. Dongxi slowly sat down on the recliner, took the decoction, and drank it slowly as if tasting it.
Wu Jie poured a cup of light tea and handed it over, "Sir, rinse your mouth. This medicine is very bitter."
"No, the bitter taste is just right." Mr. Dongxi pushed the tea away.
Wu Jie put down his tea cup and looked at Mr. Dong Xi worriedly.
"That Miss Li has returned to Pingjiang City?" Mr. Dong Xi asked.
"Well, it's two days ahead of us."
"You have reached the sky in one step. The sky is not easy to reach." Mr. Dong Xi said every word.
"Sir, please rest in peace first." Wu Jie advised him tactfully.
"I'm fine. There's no need for you to wait for soup and medicine. You go and see that Li Xuedong." Mr. Dongxi ordered.
"What are your plans, sir?" Wu Jie asked in a low voice.
"Don't the prince want to take away this Jiangnan Shilin? Then give him a push and push that Li Xuedong up." Mr. Dongxi looked gloomy.
"Sir, Li Xuedong is just a young scholar. He can't write any academic articles. Even if we follow him, I'm afraid we won't be able to promote him and convince the public." Wu Jie frowned slightly.
"You don't have to push him up, just push him out of his delusion." Mr. Dong Xi sneered. "It's so easy to reach the sky."
"Sir, you said that everyone in the world is just a coward. If you act like this now, what if you cause trouble again?" Wu Jie looked at Mr. Dong Xi.
"What else can we do?" Mr. Dong Xi looked indifferent, "Isn't this exactly what Gu Xi wants? You go ahead."
"I'm not sure, sir." Wu Jie lowered his eyes and said.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." After a pause, Mr. Dongxi said warmly: "Even if this incident hadn't happened, I would still be old. You are too introverted to the point that others don't look up to you. As a person, you need to be more outstanding.
"Go ahead and find a way to push out Li Xuedong's delusion. He is an excellent cover. You don't need him to convince the public, just you can convince the public. Alas. This is how the signboard of Prince Rui's Mansion should be used. It was my fault in the past
Already."
"Sir." Wu Jie's voice was slightly choked.
"It doesn't matter whether you stand in front of the stage or not. It doesn't matter whether you look glamorous or not. What matters is our Jiangnan culture and the welfare of the people of the world. Go ahead." Mr. Dongxi patted Wu Jie gently.
"Okay. I'll go over and take a look tomorrow morning." Wu Jie agreed quietly. If you like My Grandma, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) My Grandma's novel search website has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.
