Chapter 152 Talent and Fame
Chapter 152 Talent and Fame
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Gu Changqing looked up tremblingly and watched his son being dragged away by the Yulin Army.
The young man's face was pale, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. He struggled desperately, but he was already exhausted from fear. From the perspective of others, he only struggled twice and was unable to move anymore.
Gu Changqing subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but as soon as he raised his legs, his knees went weak and he fell to the ground.
He looked up in panic, wanting to beg the emperor for mercy, but unexpectedly, the emperor was also looking at him.
Zhao Jingcheng's face was not looking good. He stared at Gu Changqing and said coldly, "I will give you a bath. When you have dealt with the affairs of the harem, come back."
W-What?!
Gu Changqing's breathing stopped.
Xiu, Xiu Mu?
It sounds nice to say it's a day off, but what's the difference between this and suspension?
If he can't handle the affairs of the rear house well, then he will never be able to be an official in his life?
Gu Changqing's heart skipped a beat. He really wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but things had come to this point, with all three legitimate sons coming out to testify, and the eldest princess's son Yin Zhengnan also speaking out. Was there still room for maneuver in this matter?
No, it's gone, everything is gone.
From the moment Gu Zilu told him that Gu Ziyun had plagiarized and he chose to cover up for Gu Ziyun, the current outcome was doomed!
Gu Changqing hugged his head in despair.
In fact, he was careless. How could Gu Zilu's manuscript not be seen by others? Even if he himself didn't know about it, it didn't mean that others didn't know about it. Aren't Luan Wu and the other two people here now?
Everything was due to his greed and arrogance. He was so arrogant that he thought no one knew the truth. Now, this is all retribution. He asked for it!
Gu Changqing was devastated.
All he could do now was to kowtow, express his gratitude, and then roll back to his seat, waiting to go home and rest.
"emperor!"
General Liu Congliu continued to speak.
"I still think that there must be something fishy going on for the young master of Yong'an Marquis's Mansion to be able to advance to the first place..."
After all, Liu Chong still didn't think that some people could make it into the top class. Now, it has been verified that Gu Ziyun is a plagiarist, so what about Gu Zixuan?
This person has always been a playboy, how could it be possible that his academic performance suddenly improved by leaps and bounds and he even won the third place in the imperial examination?
In short, Liu Cong didn't believe it. Since Gu Ziyun could plagiarize, did Gu Zixuan use some other unsightly means?
So, check!
But before Liu Cong finished speaking, Prince Rui Zhao Jingyu said in a deep voice: "General Liu's doubts must be shared by many people. It just so happens that I met Mr. Zhuzhi on the way to the palace, so I invited him here. If you have any questions, you may ask Mr. Zhuzhi."
Liu Cong was stunned.
Mr. Bamboo Branch?
How come Prince Rui happened to meet Mr. Zhuzhi on the road?
Although Mr. Zhuzhi is in the capital, I heard that he has been staying in the Yong'an Marquis Mansion and didn't even attend the banquet.
Even Liu Chong, who was born a military general, couldn't help but feel suspicious, suspecting that this was all a huge conspiracy.
But before he could react, Mr. Zhuzhi had already walked over slowly, knelt down and saluted: "I pay my respects to the emperor. Long live the emperor. Long live the emperor."
At this moment, Mr. Zhuzhi was dressed in green, tall, thin and slender, very dignified. He was really like his name, tall and straight like a bamboo.
Zhao Jingcheng naturally knew Mr. Zhuzhi, who almost became his teacher, so he smiled and said, "Come here, please give me a seat, sir, sit down and talk."
Zhou Ruihai personally brought a seat over. Mr. Zhuzhi sat down and said, "People's evaluation of me is because of the late emperor's appreciation. In fact, I am just a country boy and I don't have any ability. As for these two children, I'm sure the emperor has other questions before verifying their abilities."
In just a few words, the ball was kicked back, but Mr. Zhuzhi was good at speaking. He belittled himself and elevated the royal family, which made what Zhao Jingcheng was going to say next a natural outcome.
Everyone looked at the emperor, and Zhao Jingcheng did have something to ask.
He had personally read the three papers of the top three candidates in the palace examination and was very satisfied with them at that time. As for Gu Ziyun's paper that ranked second instead of first, it was because Zhao Jingcheng felt that the paper was not complete and the second half should have been left.
Zhao Jingcheng had originally planned for today's Banquet of Honor and Respect. He was determined to ask Gu Ziyun about the second half of the paper at the banquet. But who would have thought that a banquet of honor and respect would lead to such a thing. Gu Ziyun's paper was copied, which means that he didn't know the second half at all. If Zhao Jingcheng wanted to know the content of the latter part, he had to ask the hermit, oh, he had to ask Gu Zilu.
So Zhao Jingcheng looked at the boy kneeling below again.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as gold inlaid with jade. Apart from its young age, it is satisfactory in every way.
"Gu Zilu."
The emperor spoke majestically.
The young man responded in a clear and steady voice: "The students are here."
"On the question of working hard and loving the people, only the three of you discussed sending troops to the northwest. But you mentioned that in addition to pacifying internal and external troubles, there are other solutions to working hard and loving the people. You didn't elaborate on this in the paper. Now, I want to hear about it."
The emperor wanted to listen, so Gu Zilu talked eloquently.
He directly mentioned what he saw and heard when he went to Zhuangzi.
"A family of four, with half of the harvest left, still can't fill their stomachs. In my opinion, the biggest problem in the world is actually the problem of food. Why do the barbarians in the northwest invade so frequently? Isn't it just for a bite of food?"
The young man's few words aroused everyone's interest. Everyone had been discussing this in the court for so many years, and various views and opinions had been expressed, but no one had ever mentioned this aspect.
Because everyone thinks that this is the most basic and most unsolvable problem.
What does Gu Zilu have to say?
"The agricultural book says that if fruit trees are managed, their fruits will grow bigger, sweeter, and their yields will increase. What about crops? If the yield of one mu of land increases from 200 to 300 kilograms to 500 or 1,000 kilograms, let alone 50% of the harvest, even if only 20% is left, it will still allow the people to have enough food and clothing. Wouldn't that mean the world will be at peace?"
The young man's voice was clear and resounding, but his words were enough to shock everyone. Even the calm Emperor Zhao Jingcheng couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster.
The people around were frequently shocked.
"One thousand kilograms per mu?"
"He really dares to think so!"
"I thought it was a good idea, to produce 1,000 kilograms per mu? What kind of dream is that? I'm really too young!"
Amid the discussion, Prime Minister Dou Qin, who had never spoken before, suddenly pinched his beard and frowned, saying, "A thousand catties per mu? Do you have an effective method?"
Gu Zilu said, "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, this is something that you cannot do, students cannot do, and millions of scholars cannot do. This should be done by the people, studied by scholars, guided by officials, and taken seriously by the emperor, with all their energy devoted. If farming can be done as meticulously as making porcelain, embroidery, and carving, and research can be done as deeply as crazy, then there will be no starving people in the world, and this may be possible."