124? Grand Finale

124 Finale

◎Huo Qubing: After today, everyone in the world will recognize you! ◎

Autumn has deepened in Chang'an. The willow branches along Baqiao have lost their verdant green, appearing somewhat desolate. The leaves of the locust trees lining Zhuque Avenue have turned from green to yellow, then to a deep brown-red. The breeze blows, and they rustle and fall, a single leaf signaling the arrival of autumn.

The Imperial Academy, established by Emperor Wu of Han to demonstrate his admiration for Confucianism and his commitment to nurturing talent, is located in the southeast corner of Chang'an City. Its red walls and black tiles, interconnected palaces, and the densely populated courtyards of ancient cypresses with twisted branches create a solemn atmosphere.

However, since Gongsun Hong, there has been little supervision inside, and the situation has always been loose.

The position of doctoral student often became a place of retirement and a stepping stone to nobility. Some of these doctors devoted their lives to studying the classics, poring over the minutiae of texts, hoping one day to enter the imperial court, lecture before the emperor, and earn his attention. Others had long lost their passion and simply considered the Imperial Academy a place of leisure, where they could enjoy the imperial salary.

As for the students? Imperial College was just an insignificant embellishment on their resumes, a place for the children of the powerful to gild their credentials.

Therefore, when Huo Yan came to take charge of the Imperial College affairs on the first day, those Imperial College doctors who were either relying on their seniority or thinking highly of themselves did not even bother to raise their eyelids.

Huo Yan was transferred from the Ministry of Agriculture to the Imperial Academy. Although this was a high rank, he was ultimately transferred from the heart of the empire to this marginal place. Everyone would have thought that this young man from the Huo family, who had been awarded a title of nobility for his river management, financial management, and military merits, came to the Imperial Academy as a temporary refuge from the court struggles, or that the emperor had given him a noble title to recuperate.

Some even thought that although Huo Yan enjoyed His Majesty's trust, he was ultimately, like his uncle, a lowly-born individual, a "lucky climber" driven by practical pursuits. How could he possibly understand the true meaning of the sutras? In their hearts, they looked down on him, and their expressions showed a touch of perfunctory indifference.

During this time, the discussion continued even when Huo Yan was not there.

"You little brat, are you qualified to be in charge of Biyong? I'm afraid you're here to avoid idleness."

Humph, a mere minister of fortune, what does he know about the great principles of saints? Let's see how long he can last! "

They were talking excitedly, unaware that Zhu Maichen, Huo Yan's eyes, were watching them.

Although he had long known about the morality of the Imperial Academy and the noble aloofness of its scholars, the scene on Huo Yan's first day there was still something truly extraordinary.

It was already past the hour of Chen, and the doctors should have been teaching and the students were listening in the middle of their lectures.

However, the huge main hall of the Imperial College, "Minglun Hall", was sparsely populated with people.

The doctoral seats were mostly empty, save for a few white-haired old men, clutching bamboo slips, shaking their heads and swaying their bodies, their voices so low they resembled whispers. The student seats, which should have been packed, were even more empty, some yawning, some whispering, and some simply sleeping soundly at their desks.

Outside the hall, the autumn wind swirled with fallen leaves, blowing in through the open door, adding a touch of desolation and loneliness.

Huo Yan found it ridiculous for the first time. The key point was that he thought that since they were meeting for the first time today, he was still dressed quite formally, with a crimson purple robe over a moon-white brocade-edged straight-hem robe, and a green jade belt hook tied around his waist.

Now, no one takes him seriously.

Although he is not a very respectful person, he still has a certain status, so these people don't give him face.

The last person who didn't give him face has grass three feet high on his grave.

He stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, a calm expression on his handsome face as he slowly scanned the desolate scene.

The small red mole at the corner of his lip stood out in the dim autumn light. Zhu Maichen, who stood by his side, frowned, watching the scene with worry, and stole a glance at Huo Yan's face, fearing that this young and energetic prince would lose face.

[Tsk tsk, that's quite a show of force. Was this a planned snub by the doctors, or are the students really that lazy?]

[The first fire of a new official's appointment has not yet started, but he has been met with a downpour of cold water?]

[Avoid his edge?]

…

Huo Yan tilted his head slightly, his profile appearing unusually smooth in the light and shadow. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present, "Mai Chen."

"I am here."

Zhu Maichen bowed quickly.

"Bring me the list of the doctors and students of the Imperial College."

Huo Yan's gaze still fell calmly on the empty seats, and his tone was calm.

"Except for those who have been summoned to the palace to lecture Your Majesty, all others, whether doctors or students, who are absent without reason today will be removed from the list—" He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, "all will be removed."

When did Huo Yan avoid the sharp edge of others?

Get the knife!

boom--!

These words were like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake!

The few remaining old doctors suddenly raised their heads, their cloudy eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. The drowsy students in the hall were instantly awakened, their sleepiness completely gone, the blood draining from their faces, leaving only fear.

Zhu Maichen was also startled, thinking he had misheard. "Your Majesty...this...expulsion? Isn't that too..."

Before he could finish his words, Huo Yan stopped him with a look.

Huo Yan raised his hand, signaling Zhu Maichen to stop talking. He turned and walked slowly toward the main seat in the center of the main hall, his steps steady and composed. He didn't sit down immediately, but instead stood before the main seat, scanning the room once more, his voice clear and distinct.

"Who is the most honorable among the Imperial College?"

No one dared to answer. One could hear a pin drop in the hall, and only the whimpering of the autumn wind blew through the courtyard.

Huo Yan asked and answered himself. His voice was low, but every word carried weight: "Your Majesty has designated me as the most honorable. I have no respect for myself or Your Majesty. This is my first sin."

"Secondly, teachers are there to impart knowledge and resolve doubts. Respecting teachers is the foundation of learning. Today's students treat their teachers as if they were nothing, and their studies as if they were child's play, with no respect for teachers or a desire to learn. Doctors are merely sitting in empty positions, neglecting their duties and disregarding the court's mission of cultivating talent! Such behavior will not be tolerated in the Imperial Academy!"

He did not give a long lecture or utter harsh curses, but these few words were more intimidating than any thunderous wrath.

It was a verdict on the accumulated malpractices of the entire Imperial College and also a re-establishment of rules and order.

From today on, recognize the sky above your heads.

I am the most honorable among the Imperial College!

"register."

He looked at Zhu Maichen again, his tone unquestionable.

Zhu Maichen took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and quickly picked up the list and pen and ink.

Huo Yan took the roster, his slender fingers flipping through the pages, skimming over each name. Then he picked up his red brush, dipped it in thick ink, and without hesitation, slashed glaring red lines across the names of the absentees.

The rustling sound of the pen scratching across the paper was clearly audible in the silent lobby, like a sharp knife scraping across everyone's heart.

In the corner, an old doctor's bamboo slips fell to the ground with a "clack", his face pale. He didn't dare to speak, fearing that he would also be crossed out.

This...this Huo Taian, how overbearing! How ruthless!

The students were trembling with fear. Although there was not much age difference between them, they felt their calves tremble just by a glance from Marquis Tai'an.

After the list was crossed out, Huo Yan didn't say much.

He handed the list back to Zhu Maichen and calmly ordered, "Post it immediately for public notice. From now on, only the doctors and students will remain in the Imperial College."

He glanced around at the few remaining people, his gaze lingering briefly on several young doctors Zhu Maichen had recommended earlier who were indeed talented but marginalized due to their backgrounds or personalities. His tone softened slightly, "Since there are so few of us, we need even more dedication. Maichen, I will follow your recommendations and promote capable individuals to fill vacancies and manage general affairs."

Most of the people recommended by Zhu Maichen were people who were well versed in practical matters and not fond of empty talk. Huo Yan's words were a sign of his satisfaction with Zhu Maichen and a gesture of delegation of power to him.

But saying this in public also tells everyone where Zhu Maichen belongs.

"promise!"

Zhu Maichen was overjoyed and bowed to accept the order.

Huo Yan then sat down in the main seat, his posture calm, as if the thundering action just now was just a brushing off of the dust on his clothes.

He briefly explained several personnel appointments and recent academic arrangements in a clear and to-the-point manner, without any of the procrastination and hesitation that is typical of a new official.

The whole process was fast, accurate and ruthless, just like Huo Qubing completing the cleanup and takeover of a city.

The Imperial College mainly studies Confucianism. Although most of the doctors are gone now, those who remain, plus those promoted by Zhu Maichen, are all capable of doing practical work, which is more than enough to support the current teaching.

The bell of the Imperial College rang, and the people below began to sing out the names of the people who had been crossed out.

In the distance, several late sons of marquises were dragged in by their servants. As soon as they arrived at the door, they heard the announcement of their expulsion. They immediately collapsed to the ground, their faces pale.

Establish authority, that’s it.

Huo Yan originally thought that the scholars from the Imperial Academy would make things difficult for him, but he didn't expect that the scholars were so aloof, which made it convenient for him to make a one-size-fits-all decision.

What he needed was not a Taixue that was decadent and in name only.

What he wanted was a cradle that could truly produce talents for the empire. And now was the time to introduce his true power.

The next day, the atmosphere in the Imperial Academy was still tense, but without the empty seats, it seemed a bit quieter.

Huo Yan didn't stay in Minglun Hall for long. After finishing the necessary paperwork, he and Zhu Maichen slowly strolled out of the Imperial College. The autumn sun was shining brightly, shining on the streets of Chang'an City, where carriages and horses shimmered and people bustled.

Huo Yan didn't take a carriage, but walked casually. The rings on his waist made a clear and rhythmic sound with his steps. Zhu Maichen followed closely behind him. Although he was still shaken by the shock of yesterday, he also felt a subtle excitement of participating in the reform.

They crisscrossed the streets, their destinations not being the residences of prominent nobles, but rather the government offices, workshops, and even the homes scattered throughout Chang'an. Huo Yan had already prepared a stack of invitations. He personally visited each of these individuals, or sent trusted aides to deliver them. The individuals he invited were diverse, but by no means ordinary.

A doctor of agriculture, a subordinate of the Grand Minister of Agriculture, well-versed in farming and adept at promoting new agricultural tools and methods, was tending to fruit seedlings when he received a personal invitation from the Marquis of Tai'an. His hand trembled, and he nearly dropped his pruning shears. He muttered, "The Imperial College... actually needs someone like me?"

At the Water Conservancy Commandery, the ones who received the notice were experienced hydraulic engineers and river engineering officials who had participated in the management of the Yellow and Wei rivers. They exchanged a glance and said, "Marquis Huo still remembers us. We followed him when he was managing the river. But he's giving lectures at the Imperial Academy. What are we going to do there?"

In the Chang'an County government office, senior clerks who were familiar with the laws and regulations of Chang'an and even the three prefectures, proficient in grassroots governance, and well aware of the suffering of the people, and even some folk craftsmen who were not well-known but had unique skills, all received the invitation.

Inside the Ministry of Agriculture, the mathematician who was skilled in counting rods, coordinating supplies, and calculating accounts laughed when he saw Huo Yan coming. "Tsk tsk, my lord, the Imperial Academy is using an abacus? That's new!"

Before Huo Yan could say anything more, several people responded, "How dare we disobey the summons from the Lord?"

Huo Yan had been managing the business for years, building a deep network of contacts and a solid foundation. With a single move, leveraging his prestige, he quickly recruited these "experts" and "capable officials" scattered throughout the vast bureaucracy of the empire. From these scattered individuals, within just a few days, he had gathered no fewer than two hundred! These individuals might not have understood the subtleties of the Book of Songs and the Book of Documents, but they knew how to be officials.

If you just read, you will only read.

With such a large and diverse group of people arriving, the challenges of placement, division of labor, and clear responsibilities were numerous and complex. Zhu Maichen took on all of this tedious yet crucial integration work. Known for his pragmatism, he now displayed remarkable organizational and coordination skills.

According to their strengths, they were either assigned to the Geyuan Academy, a new institute established by Huo Yan to specialize in practical subjects such as agriculture, engineering, and mathematics, or assigned to the library to organize classics, especially those related to geography, products, and laws, or to assist in the management of the newly added school fields and workshops of the Imperial College.

Suddenly, everyone was doing their job in an orderly manner. The previously empty and desolate side halls and corridors of the Imperial Academy were suddenly filled with the sound of discussions in various accents and with different professional flavors.

An unprecedented vitality, mixed with soil and sweat, began to spread in this ancient institution.

Naturally, this movement cannot be hidden from some people with a keen sense of smell.

A letter was also sent to Dongfang Shuo, who was known for his humor and wisdom but was gradually losing the emperor's favor.

Dongfang Shuo had been obsessed with physics for many years. He was squatting in his yard, facing a copper basin filled with water with a small hole at the bottom, observing the trajectory of the water and muttering to himself.

After receiving Huo Yan's post, he unfolded it and took a look. His trademark, playful frown raised up, and he let out a long, meaningful sound: "Tsk—"

How clever was he? He saw through Huo Yan's intention in sending him the invitation at a glance.

Those old doctors at the Imperial College, all of them masters of quoting classics and showing off their knowledge, talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but they know nothing about the national economy and people's livelihood. And now they are still making trouble.

Huo Yan wanted to study practical skills, but he thought the pond was too muddy and was too lazy to touch it.

They had to drag in Dongfang Shuo, the "big fish" who loved to stir up trouble and disturb the water in the pond, so as to completely break up the rotten water that had been deposited in the pond for many years and allow fresh water to flow in directly!

"You are such a good fellow, Huo Chunhe! You are using me as a stick to beat up those old bastards!"

Dongfang Shuo cursed and laughed at the stream of water still flowing from the copper basin. But there was no anger in his eyes, instead, a hint of excitement at finally being alive flashed.

He thought of the countless fine wines Huo Yan had treated him to over the years, and of Huo Yan's seemingly elegant and easy-going appearance, but in fact a sharp and petty character.

"Forget it, forget it. Spring has come, and I have to be grateful. If I don't go, I'm afraid this brat will really beat me to death!"

He brushed the dust off his robe, casually put the golden seal of "Waiting for Appointment at the Golden Horse Gate" into his pocket, and strolled towards the Imperial College.

Hey kid, get some wine ready.

As soon as Dongfang Shuo, this "big Buddha", entered the game, the Imperial College became dark.

This big fish, with its unique ability to laugh, scold, and indirectly criticize others, helped Huo Yan "fight one faction with another", and in the process made those doctors who were expelled and held grudges but dared not confront them openly furious, but helpless.

Huo Yan's resistance to implementing the new policy was immediately alleviated. He sat firmly on the throne, needing only to control the direction, allowing Dongfang Shuo to stir up trouble in the foreground while Zhu Maichen quietly sorted things out in the background. He himself, like a sage, ruled with ease and composure.

It was the first time that the commentators saw him so leisurely, and they also realized that compared with the Ministry of Agriculture, the Imperial Academy might really be a place for Huo Yan to rest.

However, Huo Yan was not in a hurry, but some people could not sit still.

It's not just PhDs who are expelled, but students as well.

Those students who were absent without reason were mostly the sons of wealthy families from the noble families of Chang'an. They had always been there just to show up, to get by, and never imagined they would actually be kicked out. When the news reached the various residences, there was an uproar.

Marquises with real means and connections had already placed their outstanding sons in the ranks of the Imperial Court, which was closer to the core of power. Being expelled from the Imperial College was a loss of face for these top nobles, but it was not a serious blow.

But for some of the increasingly declining noble families, or those with weak foundations to begin with, this was a significant blow. Even if the Imperial Academy was not very good, it was still a crucial avenue for selecting officials for the imperial court. Especially for those who were not the eldest sons, it was a crucial place for them to network and gain fame. Expulsion from the Imperial Academy was equivalent to cutting off a child's crucial path to advancement.

Their own child is not doing well, but in their opinion, he was expelled for no reason and there is no room for maneuver. How can they be willing to accept this?

Complain to the Emperor Liu Che? They didn't have the guts. Not to mention Huo Yan's own popularity with the Emperor, complaining would only bring humiliation upon themselves. Just take his brother Huo Qubing for example. Who in Chang'an would dare to offend him?

In desperation, he could only bite the bullet, suppress his own rebellious son who had a sad face and was extremely reluctant, prepare generous gifts, and go to the Huo Mansion to surrender, hoping to save some things.

On this day, the Huo Mansion was filled with the sounds of music. Huo Yan simply gathered a table to entertain the marquises and their children who had come to apologize.

The banquet was held in the open pavilion in the back garden overlooking the water. Outside the pavilion, autumn chrysanthemums were in full bloom and the fragrance of golden osmanthus wafted in the air.

The pavilion was richly decorated, and a gilded Boshan incense burner emitted curling green smoke, a refreshing fragrance. There was even a stage set up by the waterside pavilion, creating a lively scene.

Huo Yan even personally greeted them outside the pavilion with a warm smile and humble words. He exchanged greetings with every marquis who arrived. His attitude was so cordial, as if it was not him who was expelled from the Imperial College yesterday.

During the banquet, delicious delicacies were served in an endless stream, and there was plenty of fine wine and liquor.

Huo Yan was in high spirits, chatting and laughing, discussing with the marquises some interesting stories, customs and people of Chang'an. The atmosphere was as harmonious as a gathering of old friends, without any trace of the toughness and solemnity of yesterday.

During the banquet, the dukes exchanged glances and were secretly delighted.

Marquis Huo is so amiable, could there be a turning point?"

A few playboys had long forgotten their purpose of coming and were only concerned with appreciating the beauties and fine wines.

Tsk, Marquis Huo’s wine is better than ours.

Only Li Shu, who was standing in the corner, felt that those dukes were becoming more and more foolish the more he looked at them.

When will his master take back his order?

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the atmosphere was in high spirits. Several anxious dukes exchanged glances, finally unable to contain themselves. Taking the opportunity of toasting, they carefully mentioned the matter of their children being expelled from the school. Their words were sincere and humble. On the one hand, they said, "My son is naughty and has offended you. It is really because of poor parenting. I hope you will forgive me." On the other hand, they begged you to show some favor and consider his young age and ignorance. I beg you to show some leniency and discipline him strictly.

Huo Yan held the jade cup and listened to everyone's apologies. He still had a smile on his face, but just shook his head without saying a word. His almond-shaped eyes looked particularly clear in the mist of alcohol, as if they could see through people's hearts.

Seeing his reaction, the other dukes became even more uneasy. They were unsure of the young prince's character, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet, lower their stance, and say all the nice things they could.

Huo Yan finally put down his wine glass and smiled gently, like the ripples on the surface of an autumn lake, clear and chilling.

He glanced at the dandies who had come with his father, most of whom were now evasive and fidgeting. Many of them were around his age or even older. He sat up straight, his wide robe sleeves falling, revealing a piece of white, strong wrist.

He seemed to be suddenly interested and spoke in a clear voice.

"I empathize with the deep love my brothers feel for their sons. You all have your reasons for coming to see me." He paused. "However, since I have been entrusted by Your Majesty to act as the Imperial College Director, I must select talents for the sake of the country and Your Majesty. I cannot do anything to you without your permission!" He raised his hand and softly pressed, stopping the marquises who were about to speak again. "However, I will give you brothers a favor and give these nephews a chance."

He stared at the group of dandies with a burning gaze. "I'll ask you a question. If you can answer it to my satisfaction in public, you can return to the Imperial College tomorrow! How do you do it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the table fell silent, and even the people on the stage tactfully stopped their movements. All eyes were focused on Huo Yan.

Huo Yan picked up the teacup, took a sip, moistened his throat, and then recited word for word with incredible clarity, "The Book of Rites: Royal Regulations" once said: "If anyone makes obscene noises, wears unusual clothes, uses unusual skills, or uses unusual instruments to confuse the crowd, he shall be killed!"

He put down his teacup, glanced at the dandies whose faces were beginning to turn pale, and his voice suddenly rose, with a hint of questioning.

"Then agriculture and engineering count as three subjects. Do they count as this art of doubting the masses?"

"Your fathers and brothers have come to me, so I believe you all possess real talent and knowledge, not some ignorant bunch! If you have real talent and knowledge, how could my Imperial Academy not accept you?"

Huo Yan leaned forward slightly, and the feeling of oppression suddenly increased. The small red mole at the corner of his lip looked like a dancing flame under the light.

"Come! Talk to me! What are your thoughts and opinions on this matter? Feel free to speak freely!"

Dead silence!

Dead silence!

In the open pavilion, where only moments before there had been a flurry of drinking and chatting, one could now hear a pin drop. The only sounds were the subtle rustle of the autumn wind through the chrysanthemums and the occasional crackle of the charcoal fire in the Boshan stove.

Those sons of noble families, usually skilled at cockfighting, dog racing, falconry, and horse racing, had ever seriously studied for a few days? Let alone such profound propositions concerning the principles of statecraft and Confucian classics. Their faces were ashen, sweat dripping, and their eyes darted around in fear, wanting to bury their heads in the food trays before them, not daring to look Huo Yan in the eye. Some, their lips trembling, tried to speak, but they couldn't even recite the entire "Book of Rites," let alone interpret and analyze it.

Kill? What kind of killing? What is the Book of Rites? What is the monarchy? It’s over, it’s over…

A playboy's face turned pale as he looked towards his father for help, his lips moving silently, "Father, what is he saying? Save me..."

His father, a nobleman with a wisp of frost on his temples, blushed and reddened with shame and indignation. He glared at his son fiercely, cursing inwardly: "You useless thing! I always tell you to read more books! Ask him, but he doesn't know the answer!"

Time slipped away in a suffocating silence. The smile on Huo Yan's face gradually faded, leaving only a coldness that bordered on pity. He slowly sat up straight, but his silence now, even more than the previous questioning, mortified the dukes, like a slap in the face. Their faces paled, then blue, filled with shame and indignation, yet speechless.

Huo Yan didn't speak harshly or rebuke them harshly. Instead, he used the gentlest tone and the most reasonable approach to nail their useless son to the pillar of shame, labeling him as talentless, immoral, and unteachable. To try to plead for mercy would be to bring humiliation upon oneself.

At this extremely embarrassing moment, footsteps were heard outside the pavilion.

An old man with a thin figure, a strange face, even a bit ugly, and sharp eyes, rushed in without notifying, with a golden seal and a purple ribbon on his waist, and a majestic aura. He was none other than Lord Father Yan, who used the "Enfeoffment Order" to disintegrate the princes, was powerful for a time, but also made countless enemies!

The arrival of Lord Father Yan was like throwing another piece of ice into the air that was about to solidify.

He glanced at the embarrassed faces of the people at the table and Huo Yan's calm expression, and he understood. He had thought Huo Yan was treating him to a private banquet, but he hadn't expected to stumble into such a farce. He snorted coldly, ignored Huo Yan, and found an empty seat. The menacing aura of keeping strangers away made the already embarrassed dukes even more uneasy, as if they were sitting on pins and needles, fearing that Lord Father Yan would displease him and cause trouble.

With a fierce god like Lord Father Yan by his side, who would dare to stay any longer?

The marquises no longer cared about their face. They stood up one after another, bowed randomly to Huo Yan and Zhufu Yan, and could not even say a polite word. Then they hurried away in a mess, pulling their good-for-nothing sons.

In a blink of an eye, only Huo Yan, Zhufu Yan and a few servants were left in the bustling pavilion.

Zhufu Yan then raised his eyes and glanced at Huo Yan coldly, his eyes seemed to say: "What are you looking at? Is there something wrong with my face?"

Huo Yan, who was using him to scare people, didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled brightly. That smile was like ice and snow melting, instantly dispelling the coldness.

He stood up and walked briskly to Zhufu Yan's side. Like a child, he naturally took Zhufu Yan's right hand and pressed it against his heart, his tone filled with a rare, almost coquettish intimacy.

"Uncle..." He dragged out his tone, his eyes moving around, and he actually looked a little aggrieved, "Why do you only watch the show and not Chunhe?"

Zhufu Yan was taken aback by his sudden intimacy, and then tried to pull his hand away in disgust, but Huo Yan held it tightly. Huo Yan leaned closer, his voice lowered, with a clear understanding of the world, as if stating an irrefutable fact.

"Father, the Enfeoffment Order has already dismantled all the princes. Your Majesty has achieved his goal. He doesn't need a ruthless strategist who has offended almost all the royal family and nobles to remind him of his cruelty day and night." He looked directly into Lord Father Yan's suddenly shrinking pupils, and spoke every word clearly, "Father, it's time for you to withdraw."

Beyond the words, the drama begins.

The sorrows and joys of all beings.

Inside my house.

"Don't say any more!"

Zhufu Yan abruptly pulled his hand back. On his ugly face, which had become even more rugged due to years of exhaustion, only his eyes shone with a terrifying light, like a wounded lone wolf. "My one strategy is better than ten thousand, and I claim to be the greatest conspiracy of all time! I will help Your Majesty seize power in the world! Why retreat? I can still offer Your Majesty another good strategy!"

"Because it's useless, Father." Huo Yan leaned close to him, his voice calm and almost cruel. "You have no new ideas that can impress His Majesty. This era requires new things, new faces, new... ways of playing." He shook his head gently. "You should make room for someone who is more pleasing to His Majesty and can better adapt to the new situation."

You know our Majesty better than I do.

These words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing into Lord Father Yan's deepest fear.

During the incident with the Prince of Qi, His Majesty had already hinted at abandoning him. It was Huo Yan who persuaded him at the crucial moment. But this stark revelation of his futility and obsolescence still tore at his heart, filled with anger, resentment, and a deep-seated fear. The fear of losing power, falling into obscurity, returning to the days of humbleness, despised by his father and mother, and subjected to the world's scorn and ridicule!

He worked his way up the ladder, using every possible means, and finally reached the highest position in the government. Could it be that the thread that kept him at the top was really about to break?

His Lord Father Yan was a wise man, couldn't he see it clearly? It was just that he was in the know and was confused.

Zhufu Yan stared at Huo Yan intently, his chest heaving violently. Deep within those gleaming eyes, a turbulent sea of emotion surged. After a long moment, as if drained of all his strength, his throat rolled as he uttered a whisper, almost a sob, a whisper of desperate trust and despair.

"If I die, I'll entrust my life to you, okay?"

Ah Yan, can you collect my body for me?

He will not retreat! Even if he dies, he will stain Liu Che's blood! He will also make those who hate him and laugh at him pay the price! His Lordship Yan wanted a life full of vigor and fame! He did not want to be like Zheng Dangshi and Ji An, who left the stage in disgrace and were left unattended!

Huo Yan didn't respond to his request for death. He picked up the wine jug, filled a glass for Master Yan, and offered it to his lips, his movements gentle yet forceful, undeniable.

"Father, drink to victory."

One cup after another.

The spicy liquid slid down his throat, burning his internal organs.

Lord Father Yan didn't know whether he was drunk or sober.

He did not call Liu Che ruthless, because he had already seen through it. He was just afraid of the abyss.

Huo Yan looked at the old man in front of him who was both his teacher and friend, and saw the complex light in his eyes that was a mixture of strength and fragility. He finally softened his tone, speaking with unprecedented seriousness and pleading.

"Because I don't want you to die." His eyes were bright. "So, father, please come to the Imperial Academy for me."

He tilted his head slightly and showed an almost innocent smile. This was the first time he clearly expressed what he wanted to Lord Father Yan.

In fact, with his ability, there is no need to add another Zhufu Yan.

He just kept him safe like he had done all those years ago.

Live! Father! I will help you!

"Those Imperial College doctors always talk like pedants, full of nonsense and utterances, always using sages to pressure others. I can't control them, and I'm too lazy to waste time arguing with them." He reached out and gently embraced Zhufu Yan's slightly stiff body. His voice was low and firm, "Father, I have thousands of grand plans that I want to realize at the Imperial College and cultivate true talents for the Han Dynasty! You must protect me! You said you would protect me, and you will protect me."

He raised his head, his eyes showing undisguised determination.

"I'm only trying to persuade you once. You know my methods. If you don't back down, I have plenty of other options."

Half threat, half coquettishness.

Zhufu Yan's body went from stiff to slightly trembling in Huo Yan's embrace.

For the first time, he felt so clearly that Huo Yan really wanted to protect him.

He recalled how he had met and protected this intelligent and precocious youngest son of the Huo family.

He really likes Huo Yan, and it turns out he is not the only one who remembers him!

He sighed long and silently, a sigh filled with so many complex emotions. Finally, he raised his hands and awkwardly but powerfully hugged Huo Yan back.

But he was merciless in his words.

"snort!"

He pushed Huo Yan away, trying to keep a straight face to hide the emotion in his eyes. His voice was still as sharp as usual, "You can't even handle those old idiots who only know how to show off their knowledge, and you still need me to take action? It seems that my Lord Father Yan is destined to worry about you, a stinky boy, for the rest of his life!"

Huo Yan smiled even brighter upon hearing this. The small red mole at the corner of his lips sparkled brightly under the light. He was full of energy and said, "Then, Yafu, please worry about me for the rest of your life!"

In Huo Yan's heart, Lord Father Yan is the person he trusts the most and is closest to him, except for Wei Qing and Huo Qubing.

Even though everyone says that Lord Father Yan is notorious, mean and ungrateful, a cruel official and a lackey, in Huo Yan's heart, in a real crisis, he would not hesitate to entrust his most cherished youngest son Huo Shan to Lord Father Yan.

Because he knew that others would give up because of interests and pressure, but Zhufu Yan would definitely protect him.

Huo Yan thought that if there really came a day when Liu Che wanted to kill Zhufu Yan, he would definitely disregard propriety and his future, and would argue for him, plead for him, and collect his body in the Golden Palace.

The call of "father" is not in vain.

Lord Father Yan protected him, and Huo Yan tried his best to help Lord Father Yan get out of the vortex of power, so that he could live a good, glorious and decent life.

Because Lord Father Yan was really very good to him.

Lord Father Yan retreated.

This legendary figure, who had navigated the pinnacle of power with wisdom throughout his life, was well versed in the art of retreating while at the peak of his powers, but always couldn't help but give it another try at critical moments, finally submitted his resignation to Emperor Liu Che in a not-too-drastic manner under the encouragement or coercion of Huo Yan.

Liu Che's reaction was so indifferent that it was almost cold. There was no warm words to retain him, no trace of commemoration of his merits, only a formulaic approval and a generous reward.

The emperor's mind is so cold and indifferent.

As the news spread, the once bustling residence of Lord Father Yan, once awash with visitors and filled with carriages and horses, suddenly became deserted. The patrons and retainers who fawned over the powerful, like birds and beasts smelling danger, scattered overnight.

The vast mansion, its carved beams and painted buildings still intact, only left empty corridors and a courtyard filled with desolate fallen leaves. The autumn wind whirled the withered yellow leaves, which swirled and piled up on the steps and porch, adding to the infinite desolation.

Zhufu Yan stood alone under the tall sycamore tree in the courtyard, looking at the yellow leaves flying in the sky, feeling lonely.

The glory, power, calculations and glory of the past were all swept into the corner mercilessly like fallen leaves.

A huge sense of loss and abandonment overwhelmed him like a cold tide.

He suddenly covered his mouth and began to cough violently, so heart-wrenchingly that it seemed as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.

I was so angry that I shouldn't have listened to Huo Yan. I should have killed all those damn guys and then resigned.

Damn it, how dare you betray me!

"Anyone who betrays me... can be killed!"

He stared at the fallen leaves on the ground, a cruel and cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against the ground.

At this moment, a clear and laughing voice broke the silence of the courtyard.

"Father!"

Zhufu Yan turned around suddenly and saw Huo Yan, dressed in plain clothes and a dark-colored cloak, leaning against a red-lacquered column in the corridor connecting to the front hall, looking at him with a smile.

The sunlight filtered through the eaves, casting mottled shadows on his body. His smile was warm and bright, completely out of tune with the bleakness of the courtyard.

"No need to squeeze when I come to your house, it's so quiet!" Huo Yan smiled as he walked over and brushed a fallen leaf off Zhufu Yan's shoulder with a natural and intimate gesture. "Why are you looking at these fallen leaves? They won't make things worse! Come on, I've brewed some freshly brewed rambutan wine, it's excellent. Little Sister Li is rehearsing a dance today, so I'll treat you. Don't leave until you're drunk!"

"I'll go talk to Zhang Tang. Just take it easy."

Looking at Huo Yan's flawless smile, the resentment and sadness boiling in Zhufu Yan's chest were strangely diluted. He looked into the young man's bright eyes, then at the fallen leaves on the ground. He could no longer maintain the forced coldness on his face. Suddenly, he pulled the corners of his mouth apart and laughed softly, then burst into laughter.

“Hahaha…Okay!”

An old man and a young man looked at each other and laughed in this empty and lonely courtyard.

For this moment, it’s time to make it clear!

Lord Father Yan was still Lord Father Yan after all. The cruelty and vengeance etched in his bones remained unchanged.

After he recovered, he immediately went to file a complaint with Zhang Tang, the court judge who was famous for his harsh law enforcement. He accused his former retainer of relying on his power to commit crimes and oppress the people in the local area!

Huo Yan had informed Zhang Tang in advance, and Zhang Tang understood his intention and went along with it, handing the matter over to his subordinate Du Zhou, who was also known for his brutality and was eager to make a name for himself.

Du Zhou acted with swift resolution and brutality. Those retainers who had previously abused their power were quickly investigated. They had abused their power to bully others, seized land, monopolized lawsuits, and even taken lives.

The evidence is conclusive in every case.

Du Zhou showed no mercy and punished severely according to the law, killing those who deserved to be killed, exiling those who deserved to be exiled, and tattooing those who deserved to be tattooed. For a time, Chang'an was shocked, and Du Zhou gained a reputation among the people as "upright and incorruptible" and "a man who eliminated harm for the people."

Huo Yan used the opponent's force to his advantage, killing several birds with one stone.

Lord Father Yan heard the news in his palace and laughed heartily, "You bastards who betrayed me, go to hell!"

When the dust settled, Huo Yan immediately submitted a memorial to the emperor requesting that Zhufu Yan be appointed as the Imperial Academy's Doctor and Pushe, on the grounds that "the Imperial Academy urgently needs great scholars to take charge, sort out the classics, and teach the younger generation", and that he be rehired to serve the country after retirement.

Huo Yan's tactics, the atmosphere of the Imperial Academy after its overhaul, the lingering influence of Zhufu Yan despite his retirement, and especially his own efforts to clean up his own clique, meant that no one in the court dared to openly oppose him. While those expelled doctors might be unwilling to accept this and secretly conspire to cause trouble, Huo Yan didn't need to personally intervene.

Zhufu Yan, who had also studied hard in his early years, arrived at the Imperial College. With his profound knowledge, sharp eloquence, and the political tactics and mentality he had acquired after years of immersion in the court, he was able to deal with those old doctors who could only quote their knowledge. It was a dimensionality reduction attack.

He didn't need to make jokes like Dongfang Shuo. He just needed to sit upright in the hall, quote from classics with every word as sharp as a knife, and analyze the pros and cons with every sentence as sharp as a knife. He could refute his opponents completely and make them sweat profusely while chatting and laughing.

If he met someone who was stubborn and trying to trip him up, he only needed to say lightly, "I heard that they are investigating the occupation of school land in a certain place..." and that would be enough to scare the other person out of his wits and make him speechless.

In addition, there is Dongfang Shuo, who is eager to create chaos in the world and is specifically responsible for "muddying the waters" and creating chaos so that Zhufu Yan can strike accurately.

These two great men, one righteous and one strange, under the leadership of Huo Yan, although they looked down on each other, cooperated well and turned the Imperial College upside down. Those old doctors were punished to the point of being in tears and unable to stop.

Lord Father Yan even issued a small Imperial College version of the Enfeoffment Order: allowing those disciples of the expelled doctors who had real talent and were willing to stay to replace their masters!

As soon as this order was issued, the Imperial Academy was instantly filled with spectacular backstabbings and job-hopping under the pretext of respecting teachers. Masters and apprentices turned against each other, and fellow students fought against each other. It was extremely lively and completely destroyed the possibility of the old group of doctors banding together to resist.

Zhu Maichen followed Lord Father Yan to learn how to handle these interpersonal relationships, but was often disdained by Lord Father Yan and rolled his eyes because his methods were not vicious enough or thick-skinned enough.

Huo Yanze was content with his leisure time, and spent his days doing nothing but organizing classics in the library, or discussing practical matters with doctors of agronomy and mathematics.

Even when disputes occasionally came to his attention, he would simply smile and say, "Give each of them thirty lashes of the cane." Of course, in the end, it was usually the old doctors who wanted to stir up trouble, because Lord Father Yan simply didn't bother to get involved in a fight with them himself.

Seeing the new atmosphere of the Imperial College, all the students were disciplined and began to behave themselves and focus on their studies.

Huo Yan was finally satisfied. It was time to inject new blood into the Imperial College and show the world his teaching philosophy!

In late autumn, the frost becomes heavier.

The two tall ancient locust trees in front of the Imperial Academy have lost most of their leaves, and their strong branches point straight to the sky.

Huo Yan made a big fuss and personally posted a notice written on plain silk on the most conspicuous notice wall of the Imperial Academy.

Huo Yan, a doctor of the Imperial College, issued an edict to the scholars of the world.

I have heard that in ancient times, teachers had private schools at home, schools in their communities, and schools for the arts and learning in the country. The bells and drums of the Biyong were used to cultivate talented people and to promote education. Now, Yan Cheng lacks a university, and observing the teachings in the schools, I find them perhaps lacking. Even when it comes to cultivating talented people, I worry that the path to success is blocked. How can we allow the culture and education of our holy dynasty to remain hidden within our homes, and the world's talented people trapped in weeds?

Although I am not very intelligent, I dare to emulate the tradition of the ancient sages who sat and discussed the Dao. I have carefully selected an auspicious day and set up a banquet for five days on the Biyong Terrace in the East Garden of the Imperial College. From the Yimao day of the tenth month to the Jiwei day, the gates of the Imperial College will be open every day from the Chen hour to the Shen hour.

All the people of our great Han Dynasty, regardless of their status, whether they are scholars or commoners, as long as they have doubts about the meaning of the classics, have thoughts about the rise and fall of the past and present, and have plans to govern the country and ensure its security, can go to the Biyong Jade Terrace in person and ask questions in person!

I will wait for you at this vacant seat, and use all my talent to discuss and exchange ideas with you, to explore the subtle intentions of the sages, and to seek good solutions for governing the world.

The doors of the Imperial College are now wide open. Anyone with a skill or insight is welcome to ask. We seek not fame, but true talent; we do not value empty talk, but practical application. May this encourage all scholars worldwide!

Huo Yan's literary talent is rare. This notice was like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves!

"The Marquis of Tai'an is going to give public lectures at the Imperial College? Discuss philosophy? Everyone can go and ask? Regardless of their background?!" The news spread like wildfire, and within a day it spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an, teahouses, taverns, government offices and private residences.

Who was Huo Yan? He was the young Huo Yan who quelled floods and saved countless lives, the little god of wealth who filled the treasury, and the emperor's favor. Now, he was about to open his doors on the Jade Terrace of Biyong, the symbol of Confucianism's highest institution, and discuss the Dao with the world. If he could gain his favor, wouldn't he be a farmer in the morning and ascend to the throne in the evening?

The entire city of Chang'an was in an uproar! Countless scholars rushed to share the news, their hearts aglow with excitement. Not to mention Jiang Gong's disciples, but also those from humbler backgrounds who already admired Huo Yan and had aspirations of attending the Imperial College. Regardless of their background, they saw this notice as an opportunity to change their fate. They packed their bags and rushed from inns across Chang'an, even from more distant counties. The notice was copied by those who cared, and quickly sent to the thirty-six counties of the Han Dynasty via express couriers and the "Han Youth" magazine. Countless impoverished scholars, harboring dreams and yearning for opportunity, sold their belongings, bid farewell to their parents, and embarked on the long journey to Chang'an.

Suddenly, the official road leading to Chang'an was filled with many young figures who looked dusty but had bright eyes.

The city of Chang'an became more crowded than ever before.

The inns were packed, the taverns were bustling, and even the Lieutenant's Office, which was responsible for Chang'an's public security, was under increased pressure.

Wei Qing looked at the reports on "refugee gatherings" and "security risks" piled on his desk with a mixture of laughter and tears. He thought of his nephew Huo Yan, the instigator of the incident, and his other nephew Huo Qubing, who was asked by Huo Yan to help select military talents. He could only shake his head and smile bitterly, and assigned more people to maintain order.

Three days before the opening ceremony, Huo Yan ordered the gates of the Imperial Academy to be opened.

The doctors and clerks who had been arranged in advance, dressed in neat attire, politely guided the scholars who came from all directions to enter the Imperial College in an orderly manner to visit and familiarize themselves with the environment, especially the magnificent Biyong complex - in the center is a circular jade platform surrounded by water, surrounded by corridors and waterside pavilions, which can accommodate thousands of people to watch the ceremony.

Even Emperor Liu Che was alarmed.

The day before the forum began, he brought Wei Qing and Huo Qubing to the Imperial College in disguise to "join in the fun." Liu Che was used to seeing beautiful scenery and had little interest in the scenery of the Imperial College, thinking it was far inferior to the magnificent Shanglin Garden.

But when he was passing by the library, he heard a few young men in simple clothes, some with patched clothes, expressing their sincere admiration for the classics in the Imperial Academy.

"If I could read books here every day, even if I had simple meals, I would have no regrets in my life!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Qing paused, a touch of emotion crossing his resolute face. Huo Qubing's sharp gaze swept over the young men's upright figures and bright eyes, secretly noting down a few promising candidates. He whispered to his uncle beside him, "Ah Yan asked my uncle and me to carefully select them. Once the Imperial College is in order, he will find another place to establish a dedicated military academy to avoid the difficulty of finding talented generals in the future."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qing smiled, a rare moment on his face. "Most military strategies these days are passed down through family traditions. It's unusual for a military commander to teach military strategies. Ah Yan even complained to me last time, saying that when you taught Shan'er military strategies, your explanations were so confusing that he couldn't understand."

Huo Qubing's handsome face fell and he snorted, "That's because he's stupid! I explained it clearly!"

Liu Che, who was standing by, snorted softly after hearing this, with a hint of sourness in his voice: "You have a post asking you to teach me, but why don't I have one? Does Ah Yan still have me in his eyes?"

Huo Qubing retorted bluntly, "My uncle has one too! Ah Yan has sent invitations to all the important people in the court! You don't have one, so you should look for the problem in yourself! Isn't it because you are too mean and offended him?"

Wei Qing tried to hold back his laughter.

"You!" Liu Che was so angry that his teeth itched. "Rebellious son! Are you trying to piss me off?"

Huo Qubing made a face at him, revealing a playful little fang. "No wonder Ah Yan doesn't like you. Look, in this place of saints and sages, you open your mouth and call someone a 'rebellious son'. It's really unbearable and a disgrace to the civilized world!"

"You...!" Liu Che was about to lose his temper, but was stopped at the door of the library by the ticket inspector, Crown Prince Liu Ju.

Liu Ju was followed by a large group of friends: Huo Guang on the left, Wei Kang and Zhang He on the right, and behind them were a dozen or so sons of noble families of similar age.

The young prince had a stern face and said seriously, "The library is a quiet and important place. This is the VIP passage. No one without a pass is allowed to enter!"

The young men behind him stood in a row, looking quite imposing.

Seeing this, Wei Qing stopped immediately. Huo Qubing smiled and waved the two cards in his hand: "Uncle, we have cards, come this way!"

He pulled Wei Qing inside, not forgetting to turn around and give Liu Che a mischievous smile: "Uncle, hurry up, don't block the people behind you!"

Liu Che's face turned green as he was stopped outside the door by his own son and a group of little kids!

A nameless anger rushed to my head!

This life is unbearable!

Fortunately, Wei Kang was a sincere child. Seeing his uncle the emperor being humiliated, he could not bear it and secretly slipped another note to Liu Che, whispering: "Your Majesty, please use my..."

Only then did Liu Che go in with a dark face and a huff.

Liu Ju looked at his father's back, pinched Wei Kang's chubby face, and scolded him with a smile: "You are such a jerk! That old man will have to suffer a little, do you understand?"

Wei Kang held his head and squatted on the ground like an emo.

Three days later, on a chilly late autumn morning, when the first rays of morning light pierced through the clouds and shone onto the Biyong in the East Garden of the Imperial College, the sight before them was enough to shock anyone! The high white jade platform in the center of the Biyong was already surrounded by a sea of people!

The corridors and pavilions surrounding the Jade Platform were packed with people.

The stone steps and grass on the shore were crowded with people sitting on the ground.

The locust trees and willow trees farther away were also covered with bold young men.

Not only were there students from the Imperial College, but also students who had heard the news and flocked from the residences of various prefectures and states in Chang'an, dusty scholars who had traveled from afar, young officials in low-ranking official uniforms, and even many ordinary Chang'an citizens in their plain clothes! Crowns were like clouds, green robes were like a sea, and colorful robes dotted the scene. The crowds were bustling and noisy!

Looking out, the crowds of distinguished officials and nobles gathered at the Circular Bridge Gate to watch and listen were numbered in the hundreds of millions! This scene somewhat reminiscent of the grand atmosphere of the early days of the Imperial College and Dong Zhongshu's policy proposals, when "virtuous and virtuous scholars flocked to the capital"!

Tens of thousands of gazes, some blazing, some probing, some filled with awe, some curious, converged, as if on a physical object, on the white jade platform towering in the center of the clear water. The air was filled with the fresh scent of pine and cypress, and the warm, moist breath of the crowd, tinged with anticipation.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The deep and distant bronze bell of the Imperial Academy pierced through the mist and echoed over the huge Biyong, shaking people's hearts and suppressing all noise.

The lingering sound of the bell had not yet completely dissipated when a figure, following the solemn echo, calmly ascended the Jade Platform from the east steps.

The autumn morning light filtered through the sparse leaves of the tall locust trees, casting a few specks of light that fell precisely on the man. Huo Yan wasn't wearing the official robes that denoted his rank today. He wore a plain, moon-white robe, overlaid with a loose, dark-colored, wide-sleeved robe. His hair was neatly tied up with a jade crown. He wielded a white jade-handled, yak-tail whisk, and walked with a steady gait.

In the dim morning light, light and shadow flowed on his handsome face. His snow-white clothes and black robe, with the small cinnabar mole on the edge of his lips, gave him a breathtaking and stunning charm, as if he were a god.

The young man calmly walked to the center of the jade stage, where a simple rush mat and a low table sat. A single pot of tea and a shimmering jade cup sat on the table, nothing else. He gathered his robes and sat upright on the rush mat, his posture elegant, his whisk resting across his knees. His gentle yet profound eyes calmly scanned the endless, dark mass of people below. Wherever his gaze took him, all sound fell silent.

The attendant stepped forward silently, presenting a scroll carefully wrapped in brocade. Huo Yan stretched out his bony hands, slowly untied the ties, and took out the Book of Shangshu. His fingertips lightly brushed the pages. He raised his head, and his clear voice was like the clashing of broken jade, not loud, but every word distinct.

“The Great Yu Mo states: ‘The human heart is precarious, the heart of Tao is subtle; only by being precise and focused can one truly hold to the middle ground.’”①

His voice was deep and profound, filled with wisdom that penetrated the world: "The great truth is subtle and profound, like treading on thin ice or facing the abyss. The way of learning is to study and research in order to seek true knowledge, to integrate knowledge and action, and to practice the Middle Way."

His eyes were sharp as torches as he scanned the entire room again, a smile forming on his lips.

"Gentlemen! Today, at this sacred site of Biyong, we are tracing the path of Yao, Shun, Yu, Tang, Wen, Wu, and Zhou Gong. We are not here to tirelessly study the classics, picking out verses and sentences! Rather, we wish to use the sages' bright light to illuminate our lost path; to uphold the ancient compass and set the course for the present! The Book of Documents, a compilation of the edicts, oaths, and instructions of ancient emperors, is more than just a historical record; it is the guiding principle for governing a nation and maintaining its security, and the foundation for self-cultivation and establishing one's destiny! Its words are concise, its meaning comprehensive, its principles profound, like the North Star in its place, surrounded by all the stars!"

He paused for a moment, his voice clear.

"Five days, gentlemen! If you have any questions about the meaning of the classics, any thoughts on the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, any doubts about governing a country and maintaining its security, any questions about agricultural and industrial arithmetic—"

"Everyone can come on stage! Ask questions in person! Yan, although I am not very smart, I will answer with all my heart and teach you everything I know!"

Come, let me meet the world's talented people!

As soon as the words fell, everything was silent.

The only sound left was the rustling of wind through the treetops and the curl of green smoke rising from the bronze incense burner on the edge of the jade platform, floating straight into the clear blue autumn sky.

The lecture officially begins!

Huo Yan sat upright on a rush mat, his mind calm and composed. He unfolded the Book of Documents, his fingertips lingering over the opening chapter, The Canon of Yao.

"If we look back to the past, Emperor Yao was called Fangxun. He was respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and he was humble and courteous. His light spread far and wide, and he was respected by everyone." He then explained, "This describes the great virtues of Emperor Yao. 'Respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and he was calm and peaceful' means that he was respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and had a peaceful temperament. 'He was honest, respectful, and courteous.' 'He was humble and courteous.' 'He was respected far and wide, and he was respected by everyone.' 'He was respectful, wise, and courteous, and he was humble and courteous.' 'He was respected far and wide, and he was respected by everyone.' 'He was respectful, wise, and thoughtful ... respected by everyone.' 'He was respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and he was respected by everyone.' 'He was respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and he was respected by everyone.' 'He was respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and he was respected by everyone.' 'He was respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and he was respected by everyone.' 'He was respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and he was respected by everyone.' 'He was respectful, wise, and thoughtful, and he was respected by everyone.'

The audience, especially the disciples sent by the veteran doctors who had heard Huo Yan focused solely on "miscellaneous studies," had initially harbored doubts. But as Huo Yan's opening remarks delved directly into the core of the Book of Documents, his explanations precise, his quotations from classics effortlessly woven into the text, his profound insights delivered in a simple and penetrating manner, rivaling any Confucian scholar, they were instantly filled with awe. Their slight disdain vanished, and they gradually immersed themselves in the aura of the Sage King he portrayed.

Huo Yanguang lifted his sleeves slightly, the tail of his whisk wafting lightly. "Emperor Yao's saintliness lies first in his ability to cultivate brilliant virtue. What does brilliant virtue mean? It's not just about self-improvement, but also about knowing people and appointing them to the right positions, and making way for the more capable!" He swept his eyes across the stage, with some expectation: "It also says to be close to the nine clans. When the nine clans are harmonious, the people will be governed fairly. When the people are enlightened, there will be harmony among all nations. This is starting from the near and going to the far, from the close to the distant, educating with virtue, and ultimately achieving harmony among all nations! It is also a warning to future officials to be impartial, appoint the virtuous and capable, and benevolent to the people!"

At this moment, a young scholar in a green robe sitting in the front row stood up, bowed respectfully toward the Jade Platform, and asked in a clear voice, "May I ask, Your Excellency? The Classic of Yao states that one should be close to all nine clans, which is a fundamental human principle. However, there's also an old saying that righteousness can destroy kinship. If among the nine clans there are corrupt officials who are corrupt and pervert the law, endangering the foundation of the state, how should one balance the selfishness of kinship with the public good? Please enlighten me, Your Excellency."

This question directly points to the core contradiction between ethics and law, and is quite profound. The audience suddenly fell silent, and countless eyes focused on Huo Yan.

Huo Yangang had just solved this difficult problem. When he heard this, his expression did not change, but a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

"Excellent question! The Classic of Yao states that the nine clans should be treated with respect, and the goal is harmony and peace! However, this harmony and peace is by no means unprincipled compromise or appeasement!"

He quoted from classics and made a powerful statement, "When Emperor Shun succeeded to the throne, he exiled Gonggong to Youzhou, banished Huandou to Chongshan, exiled the Sanmiao to Sanwei, and executed Gun at Yushan! These four evildoers were either important ministers of the previous dynasty or relatives of the emperor! How could Emperor Shun show any leniency to them because of their kinship and old friendship?"

He surveyed the entire audience and spoke gently, "The Holy King's love for one another is a greater virtue! Cleaning up the family, eliminating the scoundrels, preserving the family's reputation, and protecting the peace of the nation—this is a deeper bond and a greater virtue! How can those who are complacent and selfish, who sacrifice public service for personal gain, talk nonsense like this!"

He had wanted to give this answer for a long time.

In this speech, he cited the irrefutable evidence of the Holy King's execution of the four evildoers, placing justice above family ties, with rigorous logic and each sentence was linked together.

The student who asked the question was sincerely convinced and bowed deeply again: "I appreciate your guidance! Thank you, Your Excellency, for clearing up my doubts!"

The audience immediately erupted in uncontrollable praise and admiration. After this question and answer session, the atmosphere in the hall became even more heated.

These five days of lectures were extremely exciting and full of climaxes.

Huo Yan is quick-witted and knowledgeable, and is far from being confined to one classic.

He discussed the geography of mountains and rivers in Yu Gong (Tribute of Yu) and the nine categories of state governance in Hong Fan (Hong Fan), and drew on the legal spirit of Lv Xing (Lv Xing) to discuss the economic policy of the current dynasty's equal distribution of salt and iron. His words were sharp and concise, his talent was novel but not flashy, and his choice of words was sophisticated and precise.

He argued for "virtue as the primary principle, punishment as the auxiliary," emphasizing the fundamental importance of education. He analyzed "appointing the virtuous and employing the capable," denouncing the abuses of aristocratic families. He advocated for "promoting the well-being of the people," advocating for a focus on agriculture and industry. His views, like dropping a stone into water, stirred up a thousand waves of thought.

The audience gathered more and more, and the mood was high. Often, one person would come up to the stage and ask a question, which would immediately resonate with several other students, who would stand up to ask questions or add to the discussion, thus forming a large-scale debate.

Huo Yan sat upright on the jade platform, facing these young students who came from all over the country with different backgrounds, but most of them were ambitious and had something to say. It was like drinking an ice spring in the hot summer. There was always a happy smile on his face, and he responded with ease and witty remarks.

Love love.

On the last day, at the hour of noon, Huo Yan simply abandoned his books and ordered a massive "Yu Gong Jiuzhou Shanchuan Yudi Jingtu" (Exquisite Map of the Nine Provinces) to be hung high before the Jade Platform. He stood before the painting, a jade-handled whisk in hand, a gentle smile on his face, his demeanor even more elegant than before.

"The article "Tribute of Yu" not only describes the achievements of Dayu in controlling floods, but is also a collection of ancient geography, economics, and politics! Yu spread the soil, carved wood along the mountains, and laid the foundation for the mountains and rivers." He lightly touched the rolling mountains and the main rivers in the picture with the tail of his whisk, and the tail of the whisk moved slowly along the course of the Yellow River. His voice was steady and powerful, as if he was leading everyone to see the thousand-mile Yellow River.

"The river was diverted to Ji Shi, reaching Longmen. It reached Huayin in the south and Dizhu in the east... This is no empty talk! It is a true record of Dayu leading his people to survey the land, dredge the river, and divert floodwaters into the sea!"

His gentle eyes swept across the young faces in the audience who were eager to learn.

"When ordinary people talk about Confucianism, they often get bogged down in the meaning of the texts and spend their whole lives studying the classics. However, I personally believe that the true meaning of Confucianism lies in its practical application to society! A thorough study of the 'Tribute of Yu' is like understanding the beauty of mountains and rivers, and knowing the strategic passes and dangers of the world." He pointed to important military towns like Yanmen and Xiaoguan on the map, "only then will you know where to cultivate land on the border, and where to build fortifications to defend against the invaders!"

The whisk moved, pointing to transport hubs like Xingyang and Aocang, as well as prosperous areas like Jiaodong. "Understanding the key points of transport and the abundance and scarcity of products is the only way to adapt to local conditions, improve people's livelihoods, and strengthen national strength through taxation! This is the true essence of 'The Tribute of Yu'! Confucianism is not just empty talk; it is the guiding principle for effective officialdom and the foundation for self-cultivation! When you read the books of the sages, you should integrate them with the myriad forms of life to truly appreciate their essence!"

When have we ever heard such an explanation that closely combines classics with real-life geography, economics, and military affairs?

Suddenly, my vision opened up, as if a whole new door had been opened. My understanding of Confucian classics was completely overturned and elevated! It turns out the teachings of the sages can be so useful!

Huo Yan chuckled softly. He was just discussing Yanzhou's fertile soil and its tribute of lacquer, silk, and fine textiles when a young man suddenly stood up from the crowd. His face was swarthy, his knuckles thick, the result of years of hard work, wind and sun. His coarse cotton jacket was even speckled with wet mud, evidently a long and dusty journey. His face was weathered, yet his eyes burned with a fiery gleam. He spoke loudly in Mandarin, thick with a Yanzhou accent, towards the Jade Platform, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Sir! The traces of the sage King Yu are long gone! The mountains and rivers may be beautiful on paper, but the people of Yanzhou have suffered from river disasters for generations! In the past, the Yellow River roared year after year! The muddy waves burst the dikes, destroying houses and turning fertile fields into a swamp! The people were displaced, and countless drowned! The cries shook the fields, and the streets were filled with starving people! Such a tragic situation, how can a single sentence from "The Tribute of Yu" cover it up!"

In just a few words, the tragic scene unfolded before everyone's eyes like a scroll of blood and tears!

A suppressed exclamation and sighs echoed from the audience. The young man's chest rose and fell violently, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with immense reverence.

"But I saw it with my own eyes! During the Yuanguang era, when you were still young, you personally traveled to the flood-stricken areas of Yanzhou and Yuzhou! For three whole months! Braving wind and rain, you walked the length of both banks! Knee-deep in mud, flies swarming! You ate and slept with the river workers, supervising them day and night! Only then did you devise a strategy to contain the water and attack the sand, and tame the Yellow Dragon! Although Yanzhou's waters rise year after year, they're nothing like they used to be, and the people have finally had a break! Hearing that you were giving a lecture, I came from Gunzhou, a thousand-mile journey, to thank you on behalf of the people of Yanzhou for sparing my life!"

After saying this, he bowed three times solemnly to Huo Yan on the jade platform!

Huo Yanjing stood before the statue, slightly sideways, and received his three bows. When the young man stood up, Huo Yanjing smiled gently, his voice calm, "You are a young man from Gunzhou. Your innocent heart is commendable! You are adorable! What questions do you have for me on stage today?"

The young man raised his head, his eyes burning.

"Sir! 'The Tribute of Yu' describes Yanzhou as prosperous. However, while the floods have been temporarily resolved, the region's vitality has yet to recover, and its prosperity is gone. Sir, you have personally experienced our Gunzhou and are well aware of its shortcomings. I dare to ask you, Sir, besides controlling the floods, are there any good strategies to benefit the region and help the people recover? Can Yanzhou regain the prosperity described in 'The Tribute of Yu'? I sincerely ask for your guidance!"

After saying that, he bowed deeply again.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Huo Yan's eyes showed even more approval, and he said "good" three times.

He pointed his whisk precisely at the Yanzhou region in the map: "What a pragmatic question! Rooted in the local area, concerned with the people's livelihood. Very good, very good! This is true knowledge and true responsibility! Great kindness!"

"Yanzhou's soil is fertile, but it is afraid of flooding. This is the root of it."

He carefully outlined the Yanzhou region on the map with his whisk. "After controlling the floods, the foundation is solid. We should also build ditches to drain water and plant more flood-resistant mulberry and hemp. This is the foundation for recovery." His tone was gentle, revealing his familiarity with policy. "I imagine your prefecture's government has already appointed agricultural promotion envoys to teach villagers new methods and skills and to provide them with loans of high-quality seeds. This is a directive from the imperial court."

He paused briefly, then used his whisk to draw a line between the Yellow River and the Ji River on the map. "Lacquer trees prefer sunny, high ground. They must be planted on hills with stable soil and water. This is the source of lacquer silk." He then pointed to the inland areas of Yanzhou: "The benefits of sericulture lie in promoting new silkworm breeding methods, selecting and breeding finer varieties, and improving the quality of silk. Only then can we weave exquisite silk patterns for widespread sale."

Huo Yan's gaze seemed to penetrate the map, seeing the future of Yanzhou: "I have another idea. I want to connect the Ji and Si rivers, open a waterway, connect the Honggou, and open up a trade route for your province's products to Heluo and Guanzhong."

He traced a longer arc across the map with his whisk, ultimately pointing in the direction of Guanzhong. "There's another canal," he carefully sketched a hypothetical route. "From Longmen down, it would divert water from the Fen and Huang rivers, irrigating Hedong, Henei, and even the western border of Yanzhou. This is a grand plan for the ages! When the nation has spare capacity and the treasury is full, I will personally survey it. I intend to use this canal to transform thousands of miles of barren land into fertile fields, and to provide food and shelter for millions of people!"

After he finished speaking, his gaze drifted into the distance, as if he had already seen the magnificent scene of canals crisscrossing and mulberry and hemp fields everywhere. In a trance, the morning light fell on his calm and compassionate profile, making him look as solemn as a statue of a god.

"Are you willing?" Huo Yan said, looking at the young man in the audience, who was trembling with excitement, "when we survey this canal, you can come with me and rebuild your hometown!"

The young man's eyes lit up and his blood boiled, as if he saw the hope of revival of his hometown.

He could no longer restrain himself and bowed deeply in Huo Yan's direction, his voice choked but resonant: "Your Excellency's heart is with Yanzhou, and I am willing to do so!"

Below the stage, students from Yanzhou or those who had suffered from the flood all had tears in their eyes and cheers surged like a tide!

Huo Yan smiled and continued lecturing.

The thick, lead-gray clouds suddenly split apart at this moment! A ray of golden light shone on his face, like a saint transforming into feathers.

"The core of the Dao in the Book of Shang is 'virtue', 'the middle', and 'the people'!"

"Virtue is not just the virtue of the king; it also lies in the heart of the scholar! The virtue of the scholar lies in knowing right from wrong, shouldering the responsibility of justice, and doing what the people desire, and Heaven will surely follow! Only when you care about the people can you be truly virtuous!"

"Moderation is not simply about balancing power and tactics, but about following the principles of Heaven and the will of the people! In governing and studying, we should know that 'Heaven sees as the people see, Heaven hears as the people hear, and the will of the people is Heaven's will!'"

"The people are the foundation of the state! The Classic of Yao speaks of 'governing the common people', and the Hongfan establishes the 'Eight Agricultural Principles' as the most important. King Yu traveled throughout the nine provinces to control floods and bring peace to the people! This, I personally believe, is the essence of the Book of Documents!"

All living beings have gained enlightenment.

Huo Yan's eyes swept across the thousands of young faces in the audience and he said softly, "May I ask you all! What do you learn from reading the books of sages?!"

There was dead silence in the audience at first, and then a thunderous response broke out, with waves of sound rising and falling.

"To bring honor to our family!"

"To seek a title of nobility!"

"To seek fame and fortune!"

Huo Yan shook his head slightly, his loud voice drowning out all other sounds.

"It's not for the sake of seeking a title! It's not for the sake of boasting about my erudition!"

"We should establish the heart of heaven and earth, carry forward the aspirations of the saints and sages, and work to save the lives of millions."

He stood up, his black robe's wide sleeves spreading in the morning breeze, like clouds hanging from the sky. "May the Han Dynasty enjoy eternal peace."

"I hope that all my students, the conduct of a gentleman, will begin with a firm resolve."

"For my people! For the Han people!"

After he finished speaking, he bowed lightly. Thousands of students in the audience, regardless of their status or school of thought, all had their blood boiling, tears streaming down their faces, and followed his lead in shouting at the top of their lungs!

"For my people! For the Han people!"

The sound waves converged into a spiritual torrent that could change the world and soar into the sky!

Huo Yan's fatigue from days of lecturing seemed to have been swept away, leaving only a bit of high spirits.

Dong Zhongshu, who had finished the course outside the Imperial College, suddenly felt relieved.

Mr. Jiang was also listening. This student of his did not look like his student, but also looked like his student.

"I cannot defeat you, but can my followers defeat you?"

He asked Dong Zhongshu, "The debate in front of the emperor still bothered me."

Dong Zhongshu laughed out loud and said, "You old man are just lucky. I have a friendship with this boy, so he can't be considered your disciple!"

Jiang Gong laughed at him for his illogicality, but Huo Yan refused to follow his lead. Dong Zhongshu was choked by Jiang Gong for the first time, which made Jiang Gong laugh heartily, "You've got this day!"

There were many arguments outside the Imperial Academy, but Huo Yan inside the Imperial Academy stopped talking. He gently waved his sleeves and bowed again to the sea of people below who were boiling like the sea and full of faith, and to the attention of the whole world gathered here.

Immediately, he calmly turned and stepped down from the jade platform. The jade pendant made a clear and cold knocking sound as he walked away calmly.

He struck the first blow for the new Imperial College!

After today, when we talk about Shangshu, we must mention Huo Yan!

Behind him was the echo of thousands of students’ enthusiastic shouts.

The climate of Taixue is very good!

Huo Qubing's carriage was parked outside the most secluded back gate of the Imperial Academy. This champion marquis, who had swept across the Xiongnu and was renowned throughout the land, was so patient that he listened to his brother's lectures for five full days in the carriage.

Parents like him who "accompany their children to study" were not uncommon in Chang'an. The entire imperial capital was completely shocked by Huo Yan's five-day lecture. However, Huo Qubing was the only one who could drive directly into the forbidden area of the Imperial College to pick someone up.

The back door creaked open softly.

Huo Yan walked out with obvious fatigue on his face, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, and his brows were filled with the high spirits of having fulfilled his long-cherished wish and realized his grand ambitions.

Uncle Li, who had been waiting for a long time, came forward quickly and carefully put the thick black mink cloak in his hand on Huo Yan, tied the belt, and whispered, "The Lord is waiting in the carriage. He has been waiting for a long time."

Huo Yan stepped onto the carriage on a delicate little stool, opened the thick brocade curtain, and stepped inside, feeling the cold outside. The carriage was warm and cozy, and the charcoal basin was burning brightly. He looked up and saw that not only Huo Qubing was there, but also Huo Guang and Huo Xian.

"Brother." He called out, then looked at Huo Guang, "Xiao Guang."

Huo Qubing said nothing. He poured a full cup of dark brown soup from a warm small handle pot and stuffed it into Huo Yan's cold hand. He said in a tone that did not allow for refusal: "Drink it quickly to drive away the cold."

The cup contains strong ginger and jujube tea, which is spicy yet sweet.

Huo Yan held the ceramic cup like a hand warmer and took a big sip as he was told. The scalding hot liquid slid down his throat, and a warm current quickly spread to his limbs, and his frozen hands and feet suddenly became lively again.

"We're both studying, but how come you're so much better than me?"

Huo Qubing watched him drink, asked a question, and rubbed Huo Yan's hair which was a little messy due to the wind.

"My Chunhe is extremely intelligent."

The expression "my family's Anshi" appears many times in "A New Account of Tales of the World". Huo Qubing's "My Family's Chunhe" is really similar to the "my family's Anshi" in this book.

Huo Yan swallowed the ginger tea, and the warmth made him close his eyes comfortably. He smiled when he heard it, "The horse archery charge is also a master. Brother, you pin me to the ground and beat me ten times without taking a breath. Who can I complain to?"

He pretended to be worried, "My Suizhi is just like this, a god descended from heaven."

Huo Qubing was amused by him and laughed out loud.

After Huo Yan finished his ginger tea, Huo Qubing placed a warm gilded copper hand warmer in his arms. Huo Yan then leaned back on the comfortable brocade cushions, holding the hand warmer, and spoke softly to Huo Guang and Huo Xian beside him.

Huo Guang's eyes were bright and his little face was flushed with excitement.

He eagerly opened the book bag he had brought with him and pulled out several bamboo scrolls, which were obviously the content mentioned by Huo Yan during his lecture. He asked questions one after another, ranging from the connection between the nine categories in "Hong Fan" to the comparison between the present and the past of a certain geographical location in "Yu Gong", and asked them quickly and urgently.

Huo Yan, though exhausted, was pleased to see him so eager to learn. He steeled himself and patiently answered each question, citing classics and explaining it in simple terms. Huo Guang listened intently, flipping through the book. He was about to ask another question about the correspondence between the "Five Elements" and the "Five Things" when Huo Qubing raised his hand to stop him.

Huo Guang looked at his brother in confusion. Huo Qubing said nothing, but just gestured in Huo Yan's direction with his eyes.

Huo Guang followed his gaze and saw Huo Yan holding a warm hand warmer, wrapped in a thick cloak, with his head tilted on the soft cushion on the wall of the carriage, breathing evenly and long. He didn't know when he had fallen into a deep sleep.

After days of lecturing and responding, he finally relaxed and was completely overwhelmed by the immense fatigue.

Huo Qubing looked at his brother, whose face was still tired even as he slept, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes. He gently took a soft wool blanket and carefully covered Huo Yan with it, tucking the corners in. Then he whispered to the driver, "Go slowly and steadily."

The carriage slowly started, pulling away from the Imperial Academy. The wheels rustled through the leaf-strewn streets of Chang'an. The cool, late autumn wind whirled the fallen leaves, sending them fluttering outside the carriage window.

In the carriage, which was as warm as spring, the charcoal basin emitted an orange-red light, and the hand warmer was warm. Huo Yan was sleeping soundly, not knowing where he was. The ambition between his brows turned into tranquility in his sleep.

Huo Qubing leaned against his brother, his eyes fixed on his sleeping face, and whispered something crazy.

"Everyone says that I, Wei Huo, only know how to bend the bow and whip. My younger brother, from a young age, studied literature and worked hard for several years. Today, the world knows that no matter how talented other students are, they are no match for me, Ah Yan."

This is said in a willful and arrogant manner.

After he said that, he wiped his lips with his hand and chuckled softly, his voice low but extremely happy.

There are three thousand guests staying in Chang'an, who in the world doesn't know you and me?

【Author’s words】

Quotations from the Book of Documents and their translations

1. "Yao Dian"

Original text: It is said that if we look back to ancient times, Emperor Yao was named Fangxun. He was respectful and wise, and was courteous and modest. His fame spread far and wide, and he was respected by both the upper and lower classes.

Translation: According to ancient legends, Emperor Yao's name was Fangxun. He was respectful and cautious, insightful, far-sighted, and had a peaceful temperament. He was honest and respectful, and was humble and courteous. His virtue was like the light of the sun and the moon, shining in all directions and reaching the heavens and the earth.

Original text: "Be virtuous and outstanding. Be close to the nine clans. When the nine clans are harmonious, the people will be governed fairly. When the people are enlightened, all nations will be in harmony."

Translation: (Emperor Yao) was able to promote great virtues. He first brought harmony to his family; after the family was harmonious, he distinguished the good and evil among the officials; after the good and evil among the officials were clearly distinguished, he brought harmony and peace among the princes of various countries.

Original text: Gonggong was exiled to Youzhou, Huandou was banished to Chongshan, the Sanmiao were banished to Sanwei, and Gun was killed at Yushan.

Translation: (After Emperor Shun ascended the throne) he exiled Gonggong to Youzhou, exiled Huandou to Chongshan, expelled the Sanmiao to Sanwei, and killed Gun at Yushan.

2. Tribute to Yu

Original text: Yu spread the earth, carved wood according to the mountains, and laid the foundations for the high mountains and great rivers.

Translation: Dayu divided the territory into nine states, cut down trees along the mountain ranges as markers, and determined the positions of high mountains and large rivers.

Original text: The river is guided and the stones are piled up, reaching Longmen. It reaches Huayin in the south and Dizhu in the east...

Translation: (Dayu) dredged the Yellow River, starting from Jishishan Mountain and reaching Longmen; southward to the north of Huashan Mountain, and eastward to Dizhu Mountain...

Original text: The soil of the tomb is black, and the grass and trees are gradually covering it.

Translation: The soil of (Yanzhou) is black and fertile, and vegetation gradually grows luxuriantly.

Original text: When silkworms are raised in mulberry fields, their tribute is lacquered silk, and their baskets are woven with patterns.

Translation: (Yanzhou) The land suitable for growing mulberry trees has been used to raise silkworms, and the tribute items include lacquer and silk, as well as fine silk packed in bamboo baskets.

4. Other classic quotations (implying the ideas of the Book of Documents)

Original text: What the people desire, Heaven will surely grant.

Translation: What the people desire, Heaven will surely grant. (From "The Book of Documents: Tai Shi")

Original text: Heaven sees through the eyes of the people, and Heaven hears through the ears of the people.

Translation: Heaven's view comes from the people's view; Heaven's hearing comes from the people's hearing. (From "The Book of Documents: Tai Shi")

Yanzhou was one of the Nine Provinces in ancient China and an important administrative region in the Han Dynasty. Its geographical scope and administrative history changed slightly in different periods. Its core area roughly corresponds to the southwestern Shandong and northeastern Henan areas today.

The specific scope of Yanzhou in the Han Dynasty:

Geographical core: With Jining City, Shandong Province as the center, it covers southern Tai'an, eastern Heze, northern Zaozhuang, eastern Puyang City, Henan Province, and northeastern Shangqiu City.

Mountains and rivers in the territory: It is close to the Yellow River (the ancient Yellow River course was different from today, flowing eastward through the northern part of Yanzhou), and rivers such as Jishui and Sishui flow through it. The soil is mainly fertile black soil (the "black tomb of the soil" mentioned in "Yu Gong"), and the agricultural conditions are excellent.

The administrative status of Yanzhou in the Han Dynasty:

During the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, thirteen provincial governorates were established, and Yanzhou was one of them. As a supervisory area (which later gradually evolved into an administrative area), it administered Chenliu, Dongjun, Dongping, Taishan, Jibei, Shanyang, Jiyin and other counties and kingdoms. It was an important economic and cultural center in the Central Plains. Because it was located in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, agriculture was developed, but it was also often affected by river disasters (the "Yanzhou river disaster" mentioned in the article is related to this geographical feature).

Yanzhou is listed as one of the Nine Provinces in "Yu Gong" and has been regarded as the "important place in the Central Plains" since ancient times. Although its name and geographical scope have undergone changes, its core area has always been an important agricultural area and transportation hub in the lower reaches of the Yellow River.

Don't say it, Huo Ayan is a cultured person who asked me to use AI to search ancient books. Baidu is afraid of you, I use Quark.

I hate~

I won’t write anything clever next time.

I was cursing, and then A Yan scolded me.

A Yan (holding his hand and covering my chest): Why are you so heartless? You love me very much.

Me: You look like the queen, my dear brother, look at me, I don’t believe your eyes are empty.

Ah Yan: ..., do you want me to do it again?

Me: You could dress better. You're wearing something plain today. I like bright colors.

Ah Yan: You're going too far. To attend this kind of conversation, one must possess the air of an immortal, the beauty of white snow and red plum blossoms, and be a truly stunning sight.

Me: I know, you love beautiful clothes and accessories, and you love the beauty of life.

Ah Yan: Yes, I love the world with all my heart, and I love those who love me with all my heart. Yesterday's events cannot be recalled, but the momentum of yesterday is bright and clear.

A Yan: I heard that you cried for your teacher. Did you cry for me?

Me: Yes, I love you too. I want you to wear the most beautiful clothes, ride the fastest horse, and be the most beautiful Chunhe.

Ah Yan: Then you don't have to cry, because I already am. No need to cry for long, there are so many fame-seekers in Chang'an, their schemes are not as good as mine. I am the best!

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