"Um."
Yan Shu felt relieved when he heard Zhao Jun's words and responded, "Don't worry about these. Just recite the scriptures first. We will prepare what we want to teach you."
He thought for a moment and then said, "The meaning of the classics is actually fixed. The main focus is on policy essays and poetry. These may seem like your strengths, but the exam content is within a prescribed range. Whether it's the writing format or the rhythm of poetry, there are restrictions. You can't just copy any poem you want and pass. No matter how well you copy, you still have to follow the rules."
This statement also tacitly acknowledged that Zhao Jun could copy policy essays and poems in the exam.
After all, does copying future policy papers and poems count as plagiarism? It's hard to define this kind of thing, so everyone can only turn a blind eye.
But even if you copy, you have to pay attention to the format. For example, this year's college entrance examination topic is spring, and next year's college entrance examination topic is summer.
If you copied an essay that will get full marks in next year's college entrance examination, no matter how well written it is or how beautiful the meaning is, it will be irrelevant to the topic and will not meet the requirements if it is used this year, and you will still get zero points.
Therefore, they think that the meaning of the classics can be learned by rote memorization through good memory. However, the writing format, the rhythm of poetry, and even the brush calligraphy all need to be practiced, at least to learn to conform to the prescribed meaning.
"I see."
Zhao Jun agreed. Although his strengths in the Song Dynasty imperial examinations were mainly policy essays and poetry, he could not take it lightly. These were the experiences of people like Yan Shu who had been through it, and they were still worth referring to.
The two chatted for a while until they reached the Chen Gong Gate at the north gate. After saying goodbye to each other, Yan Shu got into the sedan chair waiting outside the gate and left.
"Xiao Lang."
Zhao Jun accompanied Yan Shu all the way to the palace gate, and suddenly a voice appeared behind him, which scared him.
When he turned around, he saw Wang Shouzhong had appeared behind him like a shadow, bending over and bowing to him humbly.
Zhao Jun was speechless and said, "Old Wang, do you eunuchs walk without making any sound? It's a bit scary, okay?"
Wang Shouzhong kept smiling and said, "The emperor is waiting for the young man to come back."
"Are you spying on me?"
Zhao Jun walked back, complaining, "I can leave the palace openly tomorrow. I won't run away."
Wang Shouzhong followed closely behind him, crouching down as he spoke, "I'm not spying on Xiao Lang, but the emperor said that Xiao Lang is the lifeblood of the Song Dynasty. We must protect Xiao Lang's safety at all times."
"Isn't that still a disguised way of monitoring me?"
Zhao Jun didn't hate the feeling of being followed all the time, as it made him feel safer, but he still asked.
Wang Shouzhong shook his head stubbornly and said, "It's not surveillance, it's protection. The emperor said that you can travel all over Bianliang, even all over the Song Dynasty, but no matter where you go, even through fire and water, you must be protected, even if it means sacrificing your lives, or even your own."
"Is that so?"
After Zhao Jun pondered for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little moved. He raised his head and looked at the dark night sky, and whispered, "It's not in vain that I recognized this brother."
The sky was getting darker and darker. When he returned to the wooden house where he lived, he could see Zhao Zhen standing there from afar. There were palace maids holding lanterns around him to provide lighting. When he came over, Wang Shouzhong and the palace maids withdrew on their own, leaving only him and Zhao Zhen.
"Grandson, what did your uncle say to you?"
"Nothing, I just feel a little embarrassed that they can't give me a backdoor. I understand. Although it's not blatant cheating, it's not good to be too partial to me."
"I'm glad you think so."
Zhao Zhen smiled and turned his head to see that the room had been cleaned up.
In fact, there wasn't much stuff, just a big suitcase and a backpack. In addition to taking away clothes and a laptop, Zhao Jun would leave his books behind.
At that time, Zhao Zhen will find some people to specialize in studying those primary school textbooks. Although the content only covers junior high school, as long as they can be well organized and printed into books, there will be no problem in providing basic primary education for the Song Dynasty in the future.
"It's not a good idea to stay in the palace all the time. Since you want to change the Song Dynasty, you should go out and walk around. But the palace will always be your home. You live outside Xihua Gate anyway, so you can come back whenever you want."
Zhao Zhen patted Zhao Jun on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Zhao Jun nodded.
He could feel the sincerity of his ancestor.
Compared with the scholar-official class, Zhao Zhen was actually more willing to change the Song Dynasty and preserve his own Zhao family's kingdom.
"Okay, go to bed early."
Zhao Zhen said.
Seeing him about to leave, Zhao Jun smiled and replied, "Brother, remember to abstain from sex and take more Liuwei Dihuang Pills! Give me more little ancestors as soon as possible."
Zhao Zhen stumbled as he turned his head and nearly fell. Before leaving, he only said, "Mind your own business."
Looking at Zhao Zhen's departing back, Zhao Jun smiled and went back to the house to rest.
Zhao Zhen had bought him a house on Qingtai Street in Changqingfang some time ago, just outside Xihuamen.
It was definitely not possible to stay in the palace all the time. Firstly, the imperial garden had been sealed off for a long time, and the concubines in the harem would surely be resentful. Secondly, he had to go out and take a look at the situation in the Song Dynasty before he could formulate an opportunity for reform. It was not appropriate to stay in the palace all the time.
So it's time to go out for a walk.
The mood was stable this night.
Although I am full of expectations for the world outside the palace, this expectation is at most curiosity about ancient society, architecture, and humanities.
As for yearning, that’s not the case.
There is the prosperity of the modern motherland and the convenient environment of the new era.
No one would yearn for a backward and feudal country, even if it was the country where our ancestors lived thousands of years ago.
The next day, early morning.
Zhao Zhen and his men got up early to attend the court meeting.
Renzong was very diligent in his work in the early days of his reign. Recently, Zhao Jun had been meeting with them for seven or eight days. It had been too long and could not be delayed any further.
He got up in the morning and glanced at Zhao Jun. The two talked for a while. He asked Wang Shouzhong to settle everything and then left.
After washing up, Zhao Jun had a breakfast sent by the imperial chamber, which was still ordinary porridge and steamed buns. Then he pulled his suitcase, carried his schoolbag, and followed Wang Shouzhong to Xihuamen like a college student.
Xihua Gate is located to the left of Chuigong Hall in Yeonbok Palace, separating Jiying Hall and Huangyi Hall. It is not far from where Zhao Zhen held court. However, he took the double-story corridor on the west side of Yeonbok Palace, passing Longtu Pavilion, and could not see Chuigong Hall.
Led by Wang Shouzhong, the eunuchs and palace maids passing by the corridor were surprised to see a young man in strange clothes swaggering along the corridor of Yanfu Palace.
In a moment, he arrived at the entrance of Xihuamen.
There were a large number of guards standing guard at the gate, and several young men were standing at the foot of the city gate, looking at him expectantly.
One of them was about thirty years old, with a burly build and a strong face.
Three words were tattooed on his face - Gong Sheng Jun!
(End of this chapter)
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