Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 199: Wang Gong Temple writes words, shocking Wang Shouren

At the end of September in autumn, the weather was slightly cold. A carriage came to the capital and stayed in a mansion on Chengqingfang Street.

Chen Boxin did not immediately look for the owner of Shuntian Express, but instead sent someone to inquire about Ning Cheng, and also settled down in Shuntian Prefecture.

After settling down, he took his eldest son Chen Zhengye to visit the headquarters of Shuntian Express.

This afternoon, Wang Shouren came to find Chen Ce wrapped in a thin cotton jacket.

The Wang Gong Temple was built today on Chengqingfang Street. It was a temple built spontaneously on Chengqingfang Street by folk scholars in order to commemorate Wang Yue.

Wang Shouren admired Wang Yue very much. He knew that Chen Ce and Wang Yue had a special relationship, so he came to find Chen Ce to add some incense to the Wang Gong Temple.

Chen Ce did not refuse. After Wang Yue's death, Chen Ce had always planned to pay homage to Wang Yue, but he never went until the Northwest issue was completely resolved. However, he was delayed by other trivial matters.

Today I happened to follow Wang Shouren to pay homage to Wang Yue’s ancestral temple.

The front of Wang Gong Temple was crowded with people, most of whom were scholars. However, it was precisely because of the word-of-mouth of these scholars that Wang Yue became even more famous after his death.

No matter how history books write about Wang Yue, at least at present, people highly respect Wang Yue.

The ancestral hall is very popular. It is divided into two courtyards, front and back, each with three floors, which are filled with Wang Yue’s life achievements.

There were especially many scholars in front of the main entrance of the ancestral hall in the backyard. The two sides of the huge gate were empty, waiting for a truly talented person to write an inscription on the door to evaluate Wang Yue's life.

But it's hard.

The talented scholars in the court would not write poems for Wang Yue, and the scholars among the people did not have the ability to write poems. If they wrote poorly, they would be laughed at in the end.

Since the ancestral hall in the backyard was built, the doorposts on both sides of the gate have been empty.

Wang Shouren glanced at Chen Ce. He knew Chen Ce's talent. Chen Ce also stared at Wang Shouren, as if he understood the purpose of his calling him here.

“Can you write?”

Wang Shouren looked at Chen Ce expectantly, but Chen Ce shook his head: "No, I don't have the ability."

Actually, I don't want to write it. Chen Ce is still brooding over Wang Yue's death. He didn't have to die. I made so many efforts, but he committed suicide.

This is also the reason why Chen Ce has always been reluctant to pay tribute to Wang Yue.

I always feel like I've been cheated and treated like a fool.

Chen Ce knew that he was petty, but he always felt aggrieved in his heart. However, when he actually entered the ancestral hall and saw the lifelike bronze statue of Wang Yue, Chen Ce was confused again.

He seemed to see Wang Yue appear in front of him, staring at him, and saying, "Chun Jian, you are finally willing to come to see me?"

Chen Ce's eyes were a little red. After traveling to this world, there were not many people he admired.

Chen Ce has always had a high opinion of himself, and Wang Yue is one of the few heroes he admires.

He could calculate the whole world and the whole court, but he could not calculate Wang Yue's death.

"Chun Jian, teach the prince well."

"Chun Jian, you must think that I am a coward, right?"

"Chun Jian, are you okay?"

It was as if countless voices were talking to each other in front of Chen Ce. Chen Ce finally said with difficulty: "Not good."

"I can't teach you for much longer."

Wang Shouren looked at Chen Ce with some surprise. He saw Chen Ce mumbling to himself, but he didn't know what he was saying. He just stood there silently for a long, long time.

Chen Ce just kept muttering to himself, and most of the time Wang Shouren had no idea what Chen Ce was saying.

Of course he didn't know what Chen Ce was doing.

Chen Ce has a lot of great things to do. Some of them have already been done, and some are still being carried out in an orderly manner.

"Once you enter the arena, it's like entering a deep sea. There are more and more troubles and more and more trivial matters."

Chen Ce murmured in a low voice.

The bronze statue seemed to be smiling and comforting Chen Ce: "You can do it, only you can do it." "But I don't have much time left, and I will get tired too."

"I know, I know everything. I know that you have too much on your shoulders and you have endured too much, but didn't you choose this path yourself?"

"You are a real husband, unlike me who is a coward."

"You're not! I seem to understand you a little bit." Chen Ce whispered.

Time flies, the lights outside have been turned on, and the cold wind is blowing, making people shiver.

The scholars gathered outside had already dispersed, and by dinner time, there were not many people here.

Wang Shouren finally couldn't help but ask, "Chen Ce?"

Chen Ce finally reacted, looked at Wang Shouren in confusion, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Shouren shook his head and said, "I thought you were crazy."

Ok?
Wang Shouren smiled bitterly and said, "You have been talking to yourself since noon."

Chen Ce then looked up outside and was shocked to find that it was already dark outside. He didn't realize that he had been here for so long.

It turned out that I had so many things in my heart that I wanted to tell Wang Yue.

Chen Ce took a deep breath, wiped his red and tearful eyes, and said to Wang Shouren: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Wang Shouren asked, "Are you studying things?"

Fuck you, I'm fucking someone else!
Chen Ce walked out of the ancestral hall and found that there were not many people outside. There was a table next to the hall with writing brushes and ink on it.

Chen Ce picked up the pen and ink. Wang Shouren was stunned for a moment. Was he still going to take action?

Wang Shouren knew that Chen Ce was talented, but for some reason he was unwilling to write poetry before. Now that he was finally going to do it, Wang Shouren was so looking forward to it.

Chen Ce stood on the stool, and Wang Shouren was quick to grind it for Chen Ce immediately!
Chen Ce picked up his brush and started writing.

On the right is written "If it is beneficial to the country, I will not hesitate whether to live or die."

The left side of the book says 'Why should we avoid it or pursue it because of misfortune or fortune'.

Completed in one go, the calligraphy is beautiful and elegant, as if it is as detached from the world as others.

After finishing inscriptions on a pair of door pillars, Chen Ce put down his brush, put his hands behind his back and left the place in disappointment.

Wang Shouren stared at the couplet in shock, and for a moment he even forgot to chase Chen Ce. He looked at it stupidly, savoring it carefully, with a strange look on his face, and then there was a deep sense of loss after being hit!
What a good person who is willing to sacrifice his life for the country!

What a good idea! Why should we avoid it because of misfortune or seek it because of fortune?

Isn’t this the life of a prince?

Wang Shouren clenched his hands tightly, then finally reacted and quickly lifted his robe to chase after Chen Ce.

He knew that the only person who could write a poem on it was Chen Ce, and only Chen Ce had such ability.

It comes to him with ease, and every time he does it, it’s a masterpiece!
If the successful candidates in the imperial examinations of the Ming Dynasty saw this couplet, they would probably be in awe!

Wang Shouren had been staring at Chen Ce, and suddenly said, "I want to crack your head open and see."

Chen Ce: “…”

……

Chen Zhengye boasted that he was also a scholar. He passed three small tests at once and became this year's scholar. Hearing that the backyard of Wanggong Temple needed door pillars, he was eager to try and followed his father to the backyard.

Chen Boxin was a little stunned, and Chen Zhengye asked, "Father, what's wrong?"

They had just returned from an inspection at Shuntian Express headquarters. With nothing to do, they decided to take a look at the customs and people of the capital, and unknowingly came to Wanggong Temple.

Chen Boqin shook his head and said, "Nothing, I seemed to have seen him... It's unlikely, he should be dead."

(End of this chapter)