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- The moon has set in the west, and Zhao Hao has finished this long lesson.
"Ah, Master, is it over?" The two of them were in high spirits, pulling the tired Zhao Hao to not let him end.
¡°We still don¡¯t understand many issues. For example, if the earth is round and we and the Thais are on opposite sides, either we will fall or they will fall.¡±
"Yes, Master, why didn't you fall?"
"Because of the existence of gravity." Zhao Hao smiled and threw the ball in his hand into the air. "That's why the ball falls to the ground instead of flying directly into the sky."
The two apprentices watched the ball fall to the ground, and then asked in unison: "Master, what is gravity?"
"This is the content of the next class. Do you want to learn it? Let's wait until you get the first prize."
Zhao Hao laughed and walked downstairs with his hands behind his back.
Hua Shuyang and Wang Wuyang looked at each other, but fell into a long state of sluggishness.
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The candles on the menorah were extinguished at some point, and it was pitch black on the observatory
Amid the chirping of autumn insects, Wang Wuyang could only be heard trembling: "If it is true as Master said, the round place is wrong. Then aren't the words of the sages fundamentally untenable?"
"Yes, the sky is round and the earth is round, the universe is isomorphic, and the universe is one. If the foundations are all wrong, then the Han Confucianism that comes from it will of course be untenable." Hua Shuyang nodded in horror. .
The two of them did not dare to think about it at all, otherwise the world in front of them and the order of the world would fall apart
After a long time, Wang Wuyangfang let out a long sigh and said: "No wonder Master, he never taught us these before the provincial examination. It really makes us doubt all the principles in the world. How can we believe in the words of the saint now?"
Hua Shuyang shook his head hurriedly and said: "That's not possible, we have to go to the next lesson!"
"What I'm saying is that even if we have to throw away the book of sages, it's not now." Wang Wuyang regained his energy after hearing this and said: "Then let's work hard for the last section and win the top prize!"
"Okay, let me be the top pick this time!" Hua Shuyang stood up with a smile.
"That's not possible. I am a senior brother. How can we be behind you?" Wang Wuyang also stood up, and the two of them went downstairs fighting for me.
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The three masters and apprentices rested for a day after returning from Yuhuatai.
On the 19th, Zhao Hao, his son, and his apprentice returned to Caijia Lane and attended a grand banquet held by the neighbors for the four of them, wishing them immediate success.
The next day, it was time to head north.
Everyone gathered the Jiangdongmen official boat terminal and reluctantly sent the four to the passenger boat full of yellow flags.
This day is an auspicious day. It is not only the day when Zhao Shouzheng and other candidates for the new imperial examination go north, but also the day when more and more candidates from the previous examinations go to Beijing to take the examination.
The pier was crowded with people, and the carriages and horses coming to see him off were lined up from Jiangdong Gate to Bailuzhou.
On the passenger ships with yellow flags hoisted one after another, the high-spirited people smiled and waved goodbye to the teachers, relatives and friends who were seeing them off. This scene of seeing off thousands of people was really beautiful.
But the more glorious thing is yet to come. The people standing on the boat suddenly noticed a group of colorful oil-walled incense cars, struggling to pass through the farewell cars and horses, approaching the dock.
Before those carriages arrived at the dock, all kinds of fragrances, such as orchid and musk deer, elegant or rich, had already been delivered to the disciples by Jiang Feng.
"It smells so good" The candidates couldn't help but cheer up. They patted each other's shoulders vigorously and said with great surprise: "It's the female history of Qinhuai who came to see us off!"
"Whose old friend is this?" The candidates were so excited. How could they call themselves talents without a beautiful woman to show them off?
Today will definitely become a good story!
"There must be thirty or forty people here. Oh my God, I saw Zheng Yanru and Qi Jingyun's car"
There is a flower tasting competition held every year in the Qinhuai River. The prize for the oiran winner is a pure gold flower. She rides on a carriage and swaggers through the city, making everyone jealous.
Zheng Yanru was the oiran last year, and the carriage was decorated with golden peonies. Qi Jingyun was the oiran the year before last, and a golden begonia was planted on the carriage.
As soon as the carriages of these two people arrived, no one dared to say whose old lover it was.
But the candidates soon thought of another possibility and suddenly became excited collectively.
"How much Qinhuai female historians love talents and value them, they are here to give us exams!"
"How can you be worthy of them if you don't bring back the number one scholar?"
So the princes shouted together, ordering the family members who were seeing them off to get out of the way quickly, so as not to cause trouble for the female historians
 "On this day, the words of the disciples are particularly useful."
Under their shouts, the team of oil-filled incense carts quickly arrived in front of the pier.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?? out£®?£©In addition to the carriage of the Qinhuai female historian in the convoy, there are also some cars and sedans of wealthy scribes.
What makes them even more incredible is that the person who got off the first carriage was actually a bald man
I saw the picturesque Master Xuelang, wearing a snow-white monk's robe and a cassock embroidered with gold, slowly stepping out of the car, and immediately outdid all the men in the field
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Young people from Wuling and disciples in black clothes also got off their respective cars. Then Qi Jingyun, Zheng Yanru and a group of Qinhuai female historians who looked like fairies appeared on the pier.
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Seeing the Qinhuai female Shi looking towards him, the princes on the boat were extremely excited. Many of them saw the oiran for the first time, and some wanted to get off the boat on the spot
Who knows that these people's eyes are looking beyond them, as if they are looking for someone.
"Where are the donor Zhao and his son?" Xue Lang, still sharp-eyed, pointed at the Wu Kee Passenger Ship, the largest and most luxurious ship with the most flags, and loudly reminded his companions.
On the passenger ship, Zhao Hao, who was watching the excitement, knew that things were going to change as soon as he saw the bald head. He turned around and wanted to hide in the cabin, but was stopped by his father and Wu Kangyuan.
¡°Father, let me go quickly.¡± Zhao Hao struggled hard.
"Silly boy, how many times can life be so beautiful? Others can't ask for it, so what are you hiding from?" Zhao Shouzheng smiled and refused to let go.
"Yes, dear brother, if you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, don't let the beauty face the river empty." Wu Kangyuan also said with a smile.
Zhao Hao looked at the two disciples for help.
Er Yang, however, shook his head helplessly, and Hua Shuyang whispered: "How dare you use violence against your master?"
"Master, you have to get used to this kind of scene. My uncle's fans were even crazier than this back then" Wang Wuyang also comforted him.
While he was talking, the men and women had already rushed to his boat and shouted in unison: "Mr. Zhao, the Red Mansion Poetry Society is here to see you off"
"What's the Red Mansion Poetry Society?" Everyone on the boat couldn't help but be stunned.
"After the publication of "The Collection of Chujian", all the literati and ladies in Jinling had a copy. Because they fell in love with Mr. Zhao so much, they spontaneously organized the Chujian Society and elected Xiao Monk as the first leader. Now it has nearly a hundred members. Already." Then Xuelang smiled and said:
"As for the name of this poetry club, it naturally comes from the young master's sentence, 'I just realized that I was in the dream of Red Mansions last night, among thousands of peach blossom trees.'"
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes after hearing this, thinking that it would be more appropriate to call it the 'Brothet Poetry Club'.
"Of course, if Donor Zhao doesn't like it, he can change it to another name, such as 'Bamboo and Stone Poetry Society', but it seems too lonely and does not fit the temperament of us Jinling people"
Xuelang ignored Zhao Hao's depression and chatted there for a while, then introduced him to the two courtesans who respected their identities and did not come forward to join in the fun and said:
"In order to better support Donor Zhao. This Miss Qi has been elected as Zuo Lantai of our society, and Miss Zheng has been elected as Right Nayan of this society. Today I came here to meet Mr. Zhao."
Qi Jingyun and Zheng Yanru then bent their knees slightly, nodded, lowered their eyebrows, bowed slightly, and wished Zhao Hao a blessing.
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