A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 154: Encounter at the Temple

Chapter 154: Encounter at the Temple (Part )
"Hahaha."

Everyone was amused by Fan Xiang's words.

His grades were at the bottom of the entire Yingtian Academy.

He actually came over and asked the top students in the academy if he could become the number one scholar in the Song Dynasty?
Doesn't this mean that Chunchun doesn't recognize his true strength?
Or do you think Song Xuan and others will encourage him?

Life is like e-sports, being bad is the original sin!

What's more, the path to imperial examination is too competitive.

There are so many scholars in the world, and everyone wants to be the top scholar.

The problem is that it's impossible for 99.9 percent of people on this road.

Even more than half of the people were unable to pass this three-level examination completely and successfully become a Jinshi official.

Not to mention that the imperial examination developed into four levels in the Ming Dynasty, making it even more difficult.

Seeing Fan Xiang's eager eyes, Song Xuan nodded first.

"Of course it's possible!"

"Hahaha."

Fan Xiang was quite surprised.

He thought Song Twelve would also laugh at him.

Although Han Qi was not clear about Fan Xiang's ability, he knew that he was admitted because he had ranked last in the entire academy.

That only shows that his ability is really not strong, and it is a great luck for him to pass the imperial examination.

So Han Qi couldn't understand why Song Xuan was so "comforting" him!
"really?"

Song Xuan continued to affirm:

"Once the top candidates Wang Yaochen and others mentioned by Master Wang are accepted, Brother Fan's chances of becoming the top scholar of the Song Dynasty will increase."

"Hahaha."

Wang Tai couldn't help laughing out loud. Shi Erlang was quite good at being sarcastic.

Upon hearing this, Fan Xiang laughed at himself:
"What Shi Erlang said is indeed true."

Song Xuan interrupted and then laughed:
"But Brother Fan, there's no need to worry so much. I don't really care about the title of number one scholar."

"Ok?"

The people who followed Song Xuan all knew that he must be a strong contender for the top spot in a certain palace examination.

Besides, Song Twelve is obviously very talented, so how could he not care about the title of top scholar?

Becoming the top scholar is the dream of every scholar who wants to prove himself through the imperial examination!
Who would voluntarily give up such a glory that can be passed down from generation to generation?

Now even Han Qi, who was usually taciturn, couldn't help but ask Song Xuan why.

Zhang Fangping was also looking forward to what twisted ideas his twelfth brother would come up with.

After all, being the top scholar is really attractive.

Song Xuan waved his folding fan and said seriously:
"I heard people in the countryside say that the top three are the top scholar, second scholar, and third scholar respectively. Although the third scholar is ranked third, he is the most handsome among all the Jinshi scholars and also the one who writes the best essays among all the Jinshi scholars."

"You are both talented and beautiful. When I take the imperial examination in the future, I will do my best to get the third place."

"Ah, there is such a saying. I have never heard of it before."

Of course, Fan Xiang had never heard of such a statement.

At this time, the title of top three had not yet been replaced by the three mentioned by Song Xuan.

Han Qi knew about the Tanhualang title, as it was a tradition passed down from the Tang Dynasty.

After the imperial examination, there were many banquets, including one for the third place winner.

They would select one or two people from among the new scholars and go to the famous gardens and flower gardens in Chang'an to pick the freshest and most beautiful flowers and show them to everyone.

Since he goes to pick flowers and explore the conditions of the flowers, he is called Tanhuashi or Tanhualang.

These two people cannot be chosen casually. Even if they are the top scorer, they may not be selected.

Because appearance is important, only young and handsome men can become "Tanhualang".

In the Tang Dynasty, the "Tanhualang" was the most handsome and youngest person among the newly-appointed Jinshi.

For example, Meng Jiao wrote after passing the imperial examination: The spring breeze is blowing, the horse's hooves are galloping, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

Those were all brought back by the third place winner!

Han Qi didn't know why the story had spread like this, but when he thought about it, he felt that what Song Xuan said made some sense.

The third place winner has both the talent and elegance to win the first prize in the imperial examination, and can be said to be a man of both talent and beauty.

No wonder the ancients often talked about talented men and beautiful women.

The Tanhualang is the best among these talented men!

Han Qi had already found an excuse for Song Xuan in his mind.

Because he wants to be the top scorer!

Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Song Xuan snorted and laughed:
"There are so many number one scholars in the Tang Dynasty. How many of them can you name?"

"But how many people from ancient times to the present have been known as handsome?"

"That will surely be sung by people all over the world!"

"Hahaha, what Twelve Lang said is really interesting."

Wang Tai couldn't help laughing.

He had a further understanding of Song Xuan's ability to talk nonsense.

It would be fine if it was just nonsense, but it also makes some sense.

Straight bitch!
Song Twelve is truly a talented player in the officialdom.

As the son of the prime minister, Wang Tai had some understanding of these things.

Han Qi couldn't think of the name of the top scholar in the Tang Dynasty for a moment, but he thought of Song Yu, Wei Jie and the like.

The people rushed to watch and see Wei Jie being killed!

Everyone was chatting and laughing as they entered Lingtai Temple and continued to eat in the dining hall.

This time, the disciples of the welcoming monk gave them a bucket.

There were more people and one table was not enough to seat them all.

Normally, there are very few students coming to the temple. Even if they want to worship gods, they go to worship Confucius in the Confucian Temple.

This is the god who is in charge of their imperial examinations.

How can it be possible that we don’t even worship Confucius, but instead worship other gods?
Besides, with the instructions from the welcoming monk, the monks in the temple would not be mean to them.

After all, how much can steamed rice and pickled radish cost?
These things are related to the incense offered by pilgrims.

It's just a drop in the ocean.

Moreover, in order to maintain their own image, temples will also provide porridge to the public from time to time.

Let the pilgrims see the money they donated. The temple has indeed done good things and did not put the money into their own pockets.

At least in terms of marketing and after-sales, the monks have already played it very clearly.

Song Xuan was just putting down his bowl and chopsticks after finishing his meal when everyone made an appointment to go to the temple for a walk and then go to the main hall for some night reading.

Song Xuan saw Mrs. Gu walking in slowly.

She looked pale and sick, with a maid supporting her.

A group of students walked out leisurely.

"Sister-in-law, are you sick?"

"Let me see it."

Song Xuan signaled his companions to go ahead while he treated a few patients.

Wang Tai and others have also witnessed Song Xuan's methods.

I've seen it that day, so there's no need to look at it again.

Especially since there was a sick young lady around, how would it look like if this got out?

They came here to study at night, not to meet a young lady by chance.

Especially since the exam is just around the corner, everyone has to concentrate.

Just now they were clamoring to visit the temple and did not stop in the dining hall. They just told Song Xuan to take good care of the young lady.

After all, in their eyes, this woman was already married and had large breasts, so she would definitely not be liked by Shi Er Lang. Especially since these students, influenced by their predecessors, all preferred Xiao Lei and were indifferent to Da Lei.

If women were thinner, it would be easier to hold them in my arms.

As for the plump and beautiful women of the Tang Dynasty, they were not very popular in the aesthetic taste of the Song Dynasty.

Han Qi was very surprised. Could Song Xuan also treat illnesses?
But he was a quiet person, so he followed them, wanting to observe the quality of this small group.

When Mrs. Gu saw Song Xuan asking, she just nodded.

Then Mrs. Gu was very surprised because Song Xuan helped her to sit down.

My heart couldn't help but beat faster!
Mrs. Gu felt Song Xuan's strong arms again, and her heart trembled for a moment. She leaned towards Song Xuan and wanted to lean on him.

The little maid also felt a lot more relaxed.

After sitting down, Song Xuan continued to take Mrs. Gu's pulse.

Mrs. Gu unconsciously became nervous until Song Xuan pressed her arm with his other hand:

"Sister-in-law, don't be too nervous. It shouldn't be a serious illness."

Mrs. Gu suddenly felt that Song Xuan's palm was a little hot.

The heat gave me goose bumps on my arms.

She felt a little confused, but also felt a little refreshed as her head was pounding.

This is a feeling I have never had before.

She didn't know how to describe it, nor did she dare to ask.

Song Xuan noticed that she was a little short of energy and blood, and then asked in a low voice:
"Is sister-in-law having her period?"

Mrs. Gu nodded silently, with a hint of self-blame on her face.

In Song Dynasty society, menstruation was still widely considered unclean.

Women who are menstruating should avoid participating in important religious activities such as sacrifices, weddings, etc.

They may even be asked to be temporarily isolated to avoid "contaminating" others or the environment.

"Can I use the menstrual period note?"

When asked this question by Song Xuan, even Mrs. Gu, who had experienced a lot, blushed.

This was probably because menstruation was considered a private matter at that time.

The woman will handle the related items carefully to avoid being known by others.

The maid beside her also blushed:
"How can you ask such a private question, young master?"

"Oh, please pay attention, I am a doctor now!"

Song Xuan did not let go of Madam Gu's hand:
"Besides, a doctor is like a parent. I need to thoroughly check the condition of one or two patients. How can you be so feudal, young lady?"

"Just because a woman is seriously ill, should I just ignore her because of the gender difference?"

"This is something that goes against morality!"

"Even when a woman is giving birth, there will be a midwife present, but if something goes wrong, a doctor will still be needed to treat it. Human life is more important than any etiquette."

Song Xuan's words made the master and servant a little at a loss.

Because etiquette is meant to restrict them.

Even though women today have not yet suffered from the Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism of the Southern Song Dynasty, there are some signs of this.

The little maid Nono didn't dare to speak.

"I am both a doctor and a younger brother. I hope my sister-in-law won't blame me."

Song Xuan reached out and touched Madam Gu's belly:

"But it hurts here?"

Mrs. Gu felt Song Xuan's hot palm against her and surprisingly felt some relief.

"This is it. Did the young master heal me?"

Mrs. Gu leaned on the table, feeling overwhelmed.

"It feels a little better."

The big thunder was squeezed and deformed, but it also revealed a few grooves, which seemed to be about to burst out.

"Well, it's a technique I learned from my master. It only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

Song Xuan's hand did not leave, and he looked at the maid beside him:

"Please ask the temple master for a bowl of hot brown sugar water. It's only a temporary solution, but it can at least ease your sister-in-law's pain."

"it is good."

The maid saw that her lady was in such distress, and that the young master was offering her medical help, and she hurried over to ask for it.

Mrs. Gu felt Song Xuan's hot palm rubbing up and down her lower abdomen, and her ears suddenly turned red.

She bit her lips slightly, and her breathing suddenly became much heavier, even blowing on Song Xuan's cheek.

Song Xuan has been practicing archery since he was a child, and his hearing and eyesight are excellent.

He naturally felt the change in Mrs. Gu's expression.

"Sister-in-law, are you feeling better now?"

When asked this question, Mrs. Gu bit her lips and snorted slightly.

She was trembling all over and was afraid of being seen by others.

For a short period of time, complex emotions in her brain kept impacting her.

What's more, she hasn't had sex for a long time.

The young man rubs his belly with his hot palms
The fingers could stroke the side of her giggling body upwards, and rub downwards, making her feel a little shy despite the pain.

Therefore, Mrs. Gu was also nervous.

For an instant.

If she hadn't experienced it, she wouldn't want it.

But once you have experienced it, you will get used to it.

Even though Song Xuan thought he had great concentration, he still found it a bit difficult to bear. He couldn't help but close his eyes and press the wooden table with one hand.

I wanted to give her two slaps on the spot.

Mrs. Gu moaned, but when she found that Song Xuan was so shy, her courage doubled.

It turns out he is still a chick!

"Shi Er Lang, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xuan never thought that Mrs. Gu was so bold as to ask proactively.

Could Gu Zimo be so willing to go out and seduce a pervert with his wife?
However, Song Xuan held Madam Gu's hand: "Sister-in-law."

The little maid brought over a bowl of brown sugar water, placed it on the table and blew on it.

Song Xuan held his breath and tried to smile:
"I've already treated my sister-in-law with some manipulations. If she drinks this bowl of brown sugar water, maybe it will help her feel less pain on the way home."

Mrs. Gu also glanced at Song Xuan secretly, tried to stand up, and signaled the maid to feed her brown sugar water.

After a while, Song Xuan calmed down and spoke:

"Sister-in-law, have you been suffering from this problem for a long time?
"Ah."

Song Xuan supported himself with both hands and carefully reminded him, "You should exercise more in the future. A healthy body can reduce the pain."

"Is there no cure?"

At this time, even the little maid looked at Song Xuan, waiting for an answer with anticipation.

"Yes, there are, but it's only a temporary solution and won't cure the problem for about a year."

"That's excellent too."

Madam Gu's face gradually returned to its pale color:

"I hope you can tell me so."

"Pregnant."

When Song Xuan uttered these two words, Mrs. Gu was stunned for a moment.