Chapter 290
Tang Bohu went back to change the article, and the talented scholars in the Hanlin Academy also disappeared. Without a bunch of young people talking about “beauties” and “beauties” in the courtyard, the Hanlin Academy returned to its elegant and clear atmosphere.
The bachelor’s degree in charge of the school, the bachelor’s degree, and the bachelor’s degree were also relieved, and sighed: “Young people are really impetuous. Hearing the word “beauty”, the voice is louder and the anger is thicker, and the articles written are all upside-down. Still Harmony can be suppressed.”
“Tang Bohu’s article was still about the painting method. After listening to them, they were all beautiful people, and someone should take care of them.”
“I don’t think it’s a matter of age. When Cui Hezhong and Fei Zichong entered the Imperial Academy, weren’t they all young people in the dozens or 20s? Back then, all of them were serious and upright characters. The jinshi in the list gradually became impetuous.”
The world is getting worse.
Last year, Zhang Yuanzhen, who just mentioned the bachelor of the academy, said sternly: “We have to pay close attention to the culture of the Hanlin Academy, especially those who read comics and write comics in the daytime! What a good idea of ”Nongjing”, writing books Those beautiful men and women in Jin Yiwei were broken, and they wrote about Yang Guifei, daughter country, what kind of style! There are too many talented talents who have passed the examination of Shujishi in these two subjects, and this romantic spirit will be excelling. !”
When he talked about “writing comics,” Chu Liang and Wang Hua both asked for a needle stick. When it comes to the beauty of men and beauty, the two bachelors even **** under their buttocks, fidgeting, and wishing to leave quickly.
When they wrote “Wang Yao Niang”, everyone in Mingming Hanlin Academy knew that they didn’t say anything even if they didn’t write it. How come there is something to throw up the table now?
By the way, at that time, Xueshi Zhang had long since returned home to teach because of Xiuyingzong’s record and Shangguan’s rebellion…
Wang Huan who didn’t write “Jin Yiwei” couldn’t stand the tragedy of colleague’s killing. He persuaded Zhang Xueshi a few words on the spot and told Wang and Liang to go back with dignity. The two of them were hit by the bachelor of the school, and refused to hold them back. They gathered the old cabinet and Donggong officials who had written the original Jin Yiwei and were also within the scope of the attack to talk about it.
I have to personally persuade Zhang Yuanzhen to change this point of view, so that he will not attack him!
However, the two of them wrote about beautiful women’s plans and the other wrote about beautiful men’s plans. They were exactly the target of Zhang Xueshi’s heavy hitting, and they were embarrassed to persuade him with confidence.
The two of them covered their shame and said to Li Dongyang: “It is clear that your family and heart first wrote the script. We just followed the writing, and now we are ashamed of seeing people.”
Li Dongyang had to comfort them: “Xueshi Zhang won’t take this matter seriously, at most, it’s just about Tang Bohu and the others who waited for the day to make trouble with the beauties. I will take care of this, and He Zhong will be close to Fei Zichong. Ask him to tip, and tell his uncle to persuade Xueshi Zhang to relax. If it still doesn’t work, I will ask him to speak.”
Cui, who had ruined the atmosphere of the entire imperial Academy, had no excuse, and went to find his old classmate Fei Hong.
The happy and capable classmate Fei couldn’t get up this time either, he hesitated and said: “My uncle has a strict family style and is not allowed to read books like Jin Yiwei at home. I read it secretly at home and haven’t told him…”
The predecessor authors were caught in embarrassment. Readers and the new generation of authors were also caught by Zhang Xueshi to death. Even with Liang Xueshi watching over, life is not as comfortable as before.
It’s just a few comments about Cui Meiren’s paintings. How come the seniors can’t stand it? Cui Xueshi finished managing Zhang Xueshi, and now people talk about Jin Yiwei in the Hanlin Academy. Are they still the first Hanlin? Is it still a custard?
Lunwen, the twelve-year champion of Hongzhi, commented: “This is because he is afraid of Cui scholar. His surname is Cui. You call Cui beautiful, don’t you pierce his ears?”
Tang Bohu was wronged: “Who would have thought of this? He is a man, handsome and dignified, where is he like a beauty? When I wrote about Concubine Yang, I never saw Yang Ting and the scholar come out to scold me!”
Chen Ji, his hometown, casually guessed: “It’s not that Xueshi Cui was born beautiful when he was a teenager. He was called by such a nickname, or why would he care so much.”
Zhu Zhishan wanted to say something, and went silent again strangely.
It seems that he was not only a handsome boy in his youth, but he is also a beautiful man in the court.
Although they all pretend to have good looks, there is really no one like Cui Xie. The senior officials and the elders of the Ministry had originally intended to pull back to become son-in-law. Not to mention himself, even the younger brothers and sisters from his family, is it not thanks to the eldest brother who took this facade out to show his in-laws so that they can be so smooth?
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This group of young editors, editors, and concubines fell into a mysterious silence like Zhu Zhishan.
Fortunately, among these people is Sun Xu, a editor from Beizhili, who stepped forward and saved Cui Xie’s reputation and the dreams of the Hanlins: “Everyone, have we never heard that Cui Xueshi can paint? Even the Ju’an Zhai is not owned by his own family, but by his relatives!”
No, has anyone said that Cui Hanlin is Cui Meiren?
Tang Bohu looked at Sun Xu in horror, but Sun Bianxiu didn’t realize what he had said, so he just tried to vindicate Cui Xie: “I have read the collections of Qian’an Qi Daling, and it only contains the bookstore once rented by his wife’s wife. It was run by someone. After the house left, he donated the bookstore to the Qian’an County Library, so all the rumors of Cui Meiren are all falsehoods!”
What Cui Hanlin and Cui Meiren are relatives, and who Cui Meiren is Cui Hanlin’s outer room are all arranged by ignorant laymen, absolutely untrustworthy!
There is strict control at the top and rumor at the bottom. The Hanlins and the generals dare not mention the word “Cui Meiren” again.
Tang Bohu left the Hanlin Academy in sweat, Zhu Zhishan held the horse rein and followed him, hesitantly asked: “Have you changed that article?”
Changed, he changed it after being told by Cui Xueshi.
However, the name Photographic School was too perfunctory, and the word “image” was not suitable for strangers, so he combined the names of himself and Cui Xie and changed it to the Portrayal School. Now he is still writing manuscripts to the Cui family, even if he doesn’t listen to his seniors, he still has to listen to Dong Weng!
He wanted to make a joke with Zhu Zhishan, but suddenly another big event in his mind, hurriedly urged the horse to go home——
His letter to Shen Zhou and Wen Zhengming has not been changed yet! Now that the letter has been sent out, I can’t chase it back, so I have to send a new one quickly, telling them to erase the three words “Cui Meiren”, and only the portrayal school will be mentioned in the future!
Tang Bohu’s article attracted months of tossing in the Hanlin Academy. He didn’t care about anything else. He just waited for Shen, Wen and others to send letters to Beijing to confirm that the “Cui Meiren” in his previous letter had been changed to “Portrait”.
Wen Zhengming’s letter was delivered at the end of September, saying that the portrayal school’s name had been passed on. Although Tang Bohu himself is not a painter of this school, his painting technique is fascinating, and he is also a talented artist in Wuzhong’s calligraphy and painting. He must learn from a painter who is mostly just a painter and write for writing. There is no famous painting school named. Convincing.
Wen Zhengming’s letter also mentioned a new piece of news-there were Western Italian missionaries to China to pay tribute, and Guangdong Chengxuan’s political envoy Lu Heng sent a councilor to accompany them to Beijing. When those people stayed in Hangzhou, they bought comic strips at the Ju’anzhai branch and commented on the painting methods of his “Photography School”, saying that they resembled their Taixi oil paintings.
The missionaries also took out a few oil paintings for others to see. The paints and canvases used were different, but when it came to the way of depicting the real form, it was not inferior to the shadow school.
Tang Bohu was interested in painting, so he took this letter to Cui Xie and asked him about Tessie.
Cui Xie didn’t know much about the messenger before he entered Beijing. He only heard about it from the memorials submitted by the prefect of Guangdong.
These missionaries heard from the Arabs about Da Mingzi’s recruitment of foreign sages, and took the initiative to transfer from India to Guangdong by boat. Not only did they come, they also brought the national classics that the emperor wanted. There are beautiful flowers from the new world farther away.
Cui Xie hoped that they could bring tomatoes, peppers, corn, potatoes, as for oil painting…Although he started to learn painting in kindergarten, but in front of food, art can be put later.
Science can also be put away!
As long as these people bring American crops, whether they are Italians or Franji, he is willing to learn foreign languages from small movies!
Under the anxious expectation of Cui Xie and the curious expectation of Tang, Zhu and others, the councilor Huang Cedao, Chief Secretary of Guangdong, entered the capital with five Italian missionaries and accompanying Arabic and Chinese translators.
Before the missionaries entered the palace, the emperor sent Cui Xie to inspect them.
Cui Xie prepared for this meeting very well. He stayed up late to watch several small movies in several countries, copied several foreign languages on the bilingual subtitles, and distinguished the letters and words of each country. Although I don’t know how to speak and listen, I should be able to recognize who I am from by reading the articles they wrote.
In fact, people from different countries are similar. Anyway, he even returned English to the teacher.
He was a little nervous, and he had the ease of entering the examination room without reviewing anything before the big exam. Following Liu Gang, the chief of the Liberty Admiral Hall, stepped into the Beihui Hall on Chengqingfang Street.
The Tessie missionaries had been waiting in the banqueting room, and took out many glassware, astrolabes, world maps and other things in order to bribe him. Among the many things that showcase Taixi’s advanced technology, there is also a pot of ornamental plants with small bright red fruits standing upright and placed on the table.
He glanced at Little Chili, his eyes were red, but he didn’t dare to show it–
Europeans still dare not eat chili. If he opens his mouth, he will make a spicy hot pot. Without others, the next chief Liu can impeach him as a court official for disrespectfulness. He just wants to eat any fresh flower potted plants, which is not court decent.
Cui Xie closed his eyes and resisted not looking at Chili.
But except for Pepper, everything else is almost five hundred years behind him, and he doesn’t even bother to take a look. Those missionaries saw that he was not as easily moved by the exquisite glassware, advanced charts, and astrolabes like others, and their expressions were quite lost. The self-arrogance mentality of thinking that their country’s science was more advanced was also suppressed a bit.
Cui Xie was here to investigate their talents, but regardless of their psychological feelings, he only asked the translator, where did these missionaries come from, what talents did they have, and did they bring the science books that the emperor wanted.
Brought it.
Several translators worked hard to translate his words into Italian, and some places that were hard to speak were mixed with Arabic, and the missionaries could understand a little bit.
They took out a book with a cowhide cover and thick yellow paper on the inside from the small box. The leading missionary with a small white round hat and a weak temple, Zhengrong looked at Cui Xie and Master Liu, and asked the translator to tell them that this is a classic that explains all the truths in the world, and it is exactly what the Son of Heaven asked for. Treasure book.
Choi Xie took the book and turned two pages.
Familiar, looks like English, but doesn’t understand a word. You can only look at the picture in it-the picture is quite familiar, there are two men and women without clothes, a tree with apples and a snake.
Isn’t this the bible? I can’t even find the words I know in a book as familiar as the Bible. After all, so many days of small movies are for nothing!
Master Liu shook his head when he saw him, thinking that there was something wrong in the book that made him unhappy. When I looked in the past, I saw an unacceptable glamorous picture of this serious scholar-official, and my face suddenly collapsed. He sternly asked the translator, what kind of book is this, how dare missionaries openly dedicate such a gorgeous book to the emperor?
The Chinese translator had a lot of exchanges with the missionaries along the way. He recognized the book and quickly explained to Master Liu that it was not a pornographic book, but a holy book of a Christian church in their foreign country. These missionaries were foreign monks and were coming to Daming. Missionary.
Master Liu snorted coldly.
Cui Xie also put down the Bible and asked the translator to ask the missionaries: “Are there any other books? What I want is a person who is intensive in physics. What I want is not this kind of sacred book, but about… …A book of learning.”
There were Mr. Liu and the officials of the Huitong Pavilion by his side. He could not say too much in detail, but after so vaguely translated to the Italians, several missionaries showed a relaxed air, nodded vigorously, and said something. String words he didn’t understand.
Although they didn’t understand what they said, they took out a few poor quality manuscripts and handed them to Cui Xie while talking. This action was well understood. Before the translators had time to translate what they were saying, Cui Xie didn’t ask, and went forward to take the book with his own hands. He turned a few pages and saw what he was looking for in the book——
Common triangle diagrams in junior high school geometry problems.
Things that he didn’t want to see at all, changed time and space, but made him feel so kind and like it so much. He stopped turning the pages of the book, and only looked at the picture carefully, at the line segments dividing the triangle and the letters at the vertices of the corners, his nose was slightly blocked, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but make a very faint smile.
With pepper and this book, this group of people will not come in vain!
Chinese mathematics and geometry can be developed from now on, and modern science books such as physics, astronomy, chemistry, etc. have to be asked to get them in, and they have to learn Western shipbuilding and gun technology…
The group of translators then translated the words of the missionaries, saying that this set of books is called “Euclidean Original”, which is the basis of Europa’s mathematics. They are willing to translate this book into Ming texts and dedicated it to the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. They only hope that the emperor can allow them to stay in the country of Daming, translate more articles and writings of their country, and allow them to build a small church to worship the gods of their country.
Cui Xie touched the future of “Geometric Elements”, nodded gently at them, and said to Master Liu: “These monks are still some real talents. Let’s go to the table separately for this matter. Please refer to it.”