Chapter 12: The Palace Examination Ruined (12)
Zhu Qingchen is the last one!
He quits!
Liars, a bunch of liars! They said they would not talk about strange things, but now they all come to burn incense!
Zhu Qingchen sat on the stone steps, looking aggrieved with tears in his eyes. He turned his head angrily and looked at the old academic official in the hall.
The old school officials were fully prepared and took out incense sticks from the basket.
Zhu Qingchen interrupted them loudly: "I am the first place! Buddha is above, heaven and earth are witnesses, my student is the top scholar!"
The old scholars were not panicking at all. They lit the incense and candles one by one in an orderly manner and arranged them neatly, with the candle flames jumping.
Zhu Qingchen pounded the ground in anger: "It's mine! The top scholar is mine!"
The old school officials held the incense sticks in both hands and stood in front of the Buddha statue: "Don't worry about him, this little liar, let him cry for a while."
Zhu Qingchen was making crazy noise outside, trying to disturb them.
The system floated beside him, and a small electronic screen popped up.
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Zhu Qingchen couldn't understand the latter part, but he could understand the former part.
"Even you laugh at me?!"
Zhu Qingchen sat on the steps angrily, tugging at his sleeves from time to time.
The system landed on his shoulder: "Are you angry?"
"I'm angry." Zhu Qingchen said seriously, "I quit. I want to go home."
"Don't be angry. You can't go home now because the mission is not completed."
"..." Zhu Qingchen clenched his fist and hit it.
So annoying!
At this time, the other school officials had finished burning incense, straightened their clothes, and walked out refreshed.
"Xiao Zhu, are you still feeling aggrieved?"
Zhu Qingchen turned away and didn't want to talk to them.
The old school officials sat down beside him, surrounded him, put their arms around his shoulders and comforted him.
"Don't feel wronged. Then you are not lying to us, right?"
"Besides, you are still so young, you can always teach a top student."
"We are all so old now. We should teach a few more top students before we close our eyes. Only then will our lives be worthwhile."
Zhu Qingchen was shaken by their persuasion, but he was still a little angry.
"Don't be angry. You came here so early in the morning. Haven't you eaten yet? Come on, I'll take you to the meditation room at the back to have a vegetarian meal. The vegetarian meals at Dajue Temple are delicious."
Speaking of food, Zhu Qingchen raised his head and asked, "What dishes are there?"
The old scholar said, "Water chestnut, radish, shepherd's purse, add some wild plum sauce, and mix with rice."
Zhu Qingchen swallowed and said, "Okay, but I want to eat two bowls."
"Eat, eat, eat. Eat twenty bowls. I'll give you some donation money. Eat as much as you want."
Zhu Qingchen was pulled up by them and went to the meditation room together.
The monks in the temple had just woken up and were having breakfast.
They sat down in front of an empty table, and the young monk brought them a wooden barrel of rice and several plates of wild vegetables.
Zhu Qingchen clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, little master."
The young monk nodded slightly: "Don't be polite, please enjoy your meal."
Zhu Qingchen rolled up his sleeves, stood up, picked up the wooden bowl, and began to serve rice.
Fill a bowl with rice, add two chopsticks of wild vegetables, and drizzle some plum sauce on it.
Zhu Qingchen held the spoon and started mixing the rice.
The old scholar advised him: "Pour less. No one will snatch it from you. It will be spilled soon."
Zhu Qingchen moved carefully and skillfully: "No, I'm very good."
The plum sauce is sour and delicious when mixed with rice.
Zhu Qingchen took just one bite and immediately forgot all the sad things.
He held the spoon in his hand, swayed on the cushion, and his tail almost reached the sky.
The old school officials looked at each other with complicated expressions: "Xiao Zhu is really forgetful. He just took a bite and his anger was suppressed."
"I won't be afraid of him getting angry anymore. Just give him some food and everything will be fine."
When Zhu Qingchen heard them talking, he raised his head and his expression changed.
The old school official sitting next to him held his head and said, "Eat, don't worry about anything else."
Zhu Qingchen stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth.
Mmmm, yummy!
The vegetarian food at Dajue Temple was indeed delicious. Zhu Qingchen ate two large bowls in a row.
While eating, Zhu Qingchen made a vow: "If my students fail to become the top scholar, I will become a monk in Dajue Temple."
The old school officials frowned, looked at him with complicated expressions, and consoled him: "You are still young, there is still a chance."
At this time, the young monk said quietly: "Donor, you eat too much. You will bankrupt the temple."
Zhu Qingchen:?
The old school officials hurriedly pulled the young monk away: "Why are you bothering him? Go away, go away."
After eating, Zhu Qingchen picked up his small basket and went to the main hall to burn incense.
Now that you are here, you should burn some incense.
As the sun gradually rose, more people came to burn incense.
Zhu Qingchen stood devoutly in front of the Buddha statue, bowed and made a wish in his heart: "Pei Xuan and Liu An, Liu An and Pei Xuan, at least one of them must be in the top three! I wish to be a vegetarian for my whole life, except for squirrel mandarin fish, lychee meat, and barbecued pork..."
The system could hear his inner voice: "Why don't you just say it directly? You eat chicken, duck, fish and meat, but you don't eat crickets and grasshoppers."
"Shut up and don't disturb me while I'm making a wish." Zhu Qingchen straightened up, lit the incense, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and made his wish again.
"Okay!" Zhu Qingchen walked out of the hall confidently, "I'm so sincere, there will definitely be no problem."
Redefine sincerity.
Zhu Qingchen and several old scholars strolled around the temple and visited the abbot.
Zhu Qingchen also brought back a wooden statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva.
He asked the other school officials, "Aren't you going to invite them?"
The old school officials smiled and said, "Please treat us. We have already treated you and there is no more room at home."
"oh."
Zhu Qingchen respectfully invited the Bodhisattva into his small basket and covered it with a small blue cloth.
The system was helpless: "...it's not cold."
Zhu Qingchen argued confidently: "Of course not. We will have to ride a horse with the basket in hand. It will be very windy outside. The Bodhisattva will be cold!"
“…”
Before leaving, the old scholars donated money to the temple.
Zhu Qingchen stood beside them with his hands on his hips, his arms spread out, his sleeves empty.
Never mind, who made him young?
Thinking of how much food he had eaten in the temple that morning, the old school officials gave him a little more money.
After leaving Dajue Temple, Zhu Qingchen carried Manjushri Bodhisattva on his arm, held the reins in both hands, and walked slowly on the way back to the city.
The carriages of the old school officials followed behind.
Horse hoof tracks were left on the white snow, and the new year began.
*
After returning home, Zhu Qingchen specially prepared a table with his own hands, respectfully placed Manjushri Bodhisattva on it, and added an incense burner as an offering.
Zhu Qingchen clasped his hands together and said, "From today on, I will come here to worship every day until the palace examination is over."
Zhu Qingchen's piety has a time limit.
The system replaced its electronic screen with a "speaking but unspeakable"
The panda head emoticon of "Stop talking but still wanting".
At this time, Song Feng knocked on the door outside: "Master, are you awake? Senior Brother Liu and several classmates are here to wish you a happy new year."
Zhu Qingchen responded: "I'm up, come in."
"Okay." Song Feng pushed open the door and was shocked to see the scene in front of him. "Master, when did you go and get a Buddha statue?"
"Just now."
"You're going out?"
"yes."
Song Feng covered his head. Why did he feel like he had gone crazy from staying up all night?
When did the Master go out? How come he didn't know?
Zhu Qingchen patted his shoulder and walked out of the room.
Several students were already waiting in front of the hall. When they saw him coming, they hurriedly bowed and asked the teacher whether he was well in the new year.
Zhu Qingchen agreed with a smile, took out the red envelopes he had prepared long ago from his sleeves and distributed them to them.
"One for Liu An, one for Pei Xuan, one for each of them, and I'll take one too."
"Thank you, Master."
Zhu Qingchen sat upright in the hall, looking at them "lovingly".
The system said: "Here it comes again, here it comes again, it's this expression."
The students collected the red envelopes and moved to Zhu Qingchen: "Master, can we go to the backyard to set off firecrackers?"
Zhu Qingchen pretended to be stern and asked: "How old are you? Still playing?"
"Just play for a while, and then go back to review your lessons."
"Okay." Zhu Qingchen stood up and approached them, "Did you bring firecrackers? Let me see."
The students opened their pockets and showed him the firecrackers they had brought: "Master, do you want to set them off with us?"
Zhu Qingchen frowned and waved his hands: "No, no, you guys go and release it."
This kind of firecracker is too powerful. Zhu Qingchen didn't dare to set it off alone. He couldn't run fast enough and would be hit by the explosion if he was not careful.
He would only dare to play if Li Yue accompanied him.
Zhu Qingchen was sitting in the pavilion in the backyard while students were setting off firecrackers in the snow. The sound of the firecrackers making a bang bang bang sound caused snowflakes to fly everywhere.
The mature Liu An sat beside the teacher and made tea for him, but was caught off guard and was covered in snow by his fellow apprentices.
Liu An placed the teacup in front of the Master and looked at him: "Master."
Zhu Qingchen understood and nodded: "Go ahead."
Liu An stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards his disobedient fellow apprentices.
*
On the Lantern Festival, the government
A fireworks display was arranged outside the city.
Zhu Qingchen took his small stool and went there, watching the fireworks outside the city with the students.
The fireworks popped and the students chattered behind him.
“This one looks good.”
"This is also nice. Go back and write a poem."
A bit noisy.
Zhu Qingchen turned around and said calmly: "Don't forget to go back to the academy for class tomorrow."
The students' voices immediately became quieter.
They don't want to go to the academy! They don't want to study!
Zhu Qingchen turned around, held his face, and looked at the fireworks in the sky.
His ears were finally quiet.
but--
The system was also annoyed: "Can you please stop saying 'wa wah wah' in your mind? It's very noisy!"
Zhu Qingchen held his face and said, "No, because I am the teacher, and you are not the teacher. They have to listen to me, and I don't have to listen to you."
The system paused, then said faintly: "You will go to work at the academy tomorrow."
"..." Zhu Qingchen choked.
Zhu Qingchen turned around, hugged his students and cried together.
Don’t want to go to school!
Don’t want to go to work!
The people nearby were stunned. Could the fireworks be so touching? Why did they cry? And cry like this?
After the fireworks show, Zhu Qingchen led a group of students, like a group of chicks, across the street, ready to go home.
Zhu Qingchen was sniffing and his eyes were still red.
At the same time, the emperor came down from the city wall with the musicians.
The emperor took a look and saw his red eyes and nose, and couldn't help frowning.
His system wondered: "Why is he crying?"
The emperor said sternly, "Maybe he saw the fireworks and thought of me. Zhu Qingqing used to be very attached to me. It's my fault. I just wanted him to watch the fireworks, but I didn't expect to make him cry."
The little red light ball floated up and listened, then floated back: "Host, Zhu Qingchen just doesn't want to go to work, why are you being so self-indulgent?"
emperor:?
"I don't believe it, you lied to me."
On the other side, the small blue ball of light lying on Zhu Qingchen's shoulder suddenly shook.
"Host, I seem to sense a strange aura."
"What?"
"It disappeared so quickly that I didn't even realize it."
"That's probably the smell of my sadness."
"Impossible, your sad aura is too strong, I can't help but feel it." The system paused, "All your emotions are very strong, you will stamp your feet and roll around, and I'm not blind."!
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