Scholars in this era will be told from the first lesson in life: studying is for serving as an official!

Therefore, becoming an official is their lifelong pursuit.

This is the case with Lan Jing.

At that time, he was teaching in Taixue, and among his students were many people with distinguished backgrounds.

But people look down on him!

He also wanted to run a business, but starting from studying, the persona he ran was that of a gentleman.

Clivia!

Naturally, a gentleman cannot engage in such activities, at least not openly.

But if he doesn't work in the camp, he has no backing, and no connections, how can he escape from the Taixue basket and enter the officialdom?

After more than ten years of wasted time, an illness nearly forced him to return to the West. Worried that he would die in Chang'an and his soul would not be able to return home, Lan Jing resigned from his position as a professor at Taixue and returned to his hometown to recuperate.

Perhaps it was the climate and food in his hometown that nourished him, and his illness gradually recovered, but he lost interest in the errands of Taixue.

He simply opened a private school at home and taught some powerful local students.

Over the past few years, he has achieved remarkable results... His connections in Northern Xinjiang have become wider and wider.

But it is still difficult to get a job.

Just when he was desperate, Wang Zun's people found him and threw two ingots of gold at him. This was a symbol of status and strength. It was crude but extremely useful.

Isn't it just to add trouble to Yang Gou?

Lan Jing is willing to do this and is not afraid.

He is a gentleman from Northern Xinjiang, how can Yang Gou be punished for his words?

Not even the emperor can, he is nothing!

The matter was done, and the official position was vacant in Chang'an.

He was overjoyed.

But once you stand on the front line, good things will come one after another.

No, someone is coming over there again, saying that if he can ruin today's events, he will be promoted to another level.

Isn’t this a free benefit?

Lan Jing wished she could meet the man behind her and thank him.

Then, he saw the woman.

The woman was still as usual, yelling angrily: "Damn ghost!"

Lan Jing's right hand subconsciously touched it, and then suddenly pulled it back as if it had been touched by a soldering iron.

He looked at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's eyes were calm, as if he were looking at a clown, with a coldness in his ridicule.

Lan Jing slowly knelt down.

"ah!"

The dozens of literati were astonished.

Why did Clivia kneel to Deputy Ambassador Yang?

A scholar finally couldn't help it anymore, "Isn't that the Madam Sun Erniang from Deyuelou?"

The old bustard of Deyuelou said to the gentleman from Northern Xinjiang, "You damn ghost!"

The key is that Lan Jing's touch was absolutely instinctive.

In other words, the relationship between these two people did not happen in one day or two.

This gentleman from Northern Xinjiang, a well-known noble man, used to always scold people with a straight face when talking about brothels, but when he saw female prostitutes or madams, he had a look of disgust on his face.

He...he actually had a close relationship with an old bustard.

No.

They are a couple of dogs!

Yang Xuan held the water cup, took a sip of tea, slurped his tongue, and squinted his eyes in contentment.

"I often say that there are no saints in this world. If there is one, he must be a puppet.

In this world, the white lotus looks beautiful, but the invisible place underneath is full of mud.

Gentleman, whatever a man lacks, he will make up for it.

His moral character is not good, so he calls himself a gentleman."

"What is a gentleman? I think he is a gentleman if he has no major faults but many minor faults and can not correct his faults."

Yang Xuan took a sip of tea and clicked his tongue, "Using your character as a gentleman to occupy the moral high ground and guide the country, doesn't it feel good? It feels good!"

But what I like most is the character of a gentleman like being slapped in the face."

Plop!

Lan Jing knelt down and said, "I was wrong. I am willing to serve the deputy envoy, no, my life!"

The shame of the literati... Dozens of literati shook their heads.

"You scolded me, the Lord of Northern Territory, with righteousness and righteousness before. I am very generous, so I don't care about that. If you don't have it, encourage me, and if you have it, change it!"

"The deputy envoy is upright and upright!"

Literati praised the future boss's integrity.

Yang Xuan pressed his hand gently, and the voice disappeared.

It's like someone is commanding them to speak.

Yang Xuan felt like an old fisherman, holding the bait of power in his hand and throwing it out casually. Dozens of fish would rush up to him and worship him.

He didn't like this feeling.

Yang Xuan pointed at Lan Jing, "You have been spreading rumors about me these days, I don't care..."

"The deputy envoy is broad-minded." Someone praised the boss.

"No, I'm open-minded, but I'm not to the point of letting someone slap me in the face without fighting back. I'm wondering why this man bites me like a mad dog and won't let go. I have no enmity with him!"

Yang Xuan tapped his fingers and asked, "Who is driving you to do this behind the scenes?"

"I just can't stand it..."

hehe!

Yang Xuan sneered, "Here comes someone!"

Uda came in, "Master!"

Yang Xuan pointed at Lan Jing, "Torture!"

Lan Jing raised his head, "I am a former professor of Imperial College, you can't..."

Wu Da came over, slapped Lan Jing's face until it became swollen, and cursed: "The master is the lord of Northern Xinjiang. If the master wants you to live or die, I will not be able to save you even if the King of Heaven comes!"

Wang Laoer outside said dissatisfiedly: "Wuda robbed me of my words."

Among the dozens of literati, someone muttered: "It's too overbearing!"

"Even Chang'an was slapped by him. Do you think Lan Jing, a hypocrite, can compare with Chang'an?"

Dozens of literati resigned one after another, all agreeing to come back to the Jiedushi Mansion tomorrow and someone would come to verify their talents.

"Most of them can pass."

Song Zhen came forward, the old man smiled, and everyone couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

"I've met Mr. Song."

"Have a good time doing things."

Song Zhen nodded and entered the lobby.

"I think you don't like these literati."

"I don't like it. But I have to use it."

"What happens next?"

"Students from Chenzhou will be given priority to fill in the officialdom of Northern Xinjiang. However, things will get better in a few years. The extra manpower will be arranged to teach in various places."

"Then these literati..."

"Those who are interested and work seriously will stay. Others, those who fail the assessment, will come and go!"

"You are really...mature." Song Zhen didn't think there was anything wrong with this method.

"There is nothing I can do about this situation in Northern Xinjiang. If I am indecisive and soft-hearted, I will harm others and myself."
To be continued...