Chapter 471 Nine Deaths Without Regrets
Early in the morning, Yan Shifan hurried from home to Zhilu.
He got drunk with others in the restaurant last night and went straight home to rest.
After entering Zhilu, Yan Shifan was surprised to find that Xu Jie had arrived so early.
In the past, Xu Jie would first go to the Ministry of Rites to handle the affairs of his department, and the length of time would vary, and then he would come to Zhilu.
"Lord Xu is so rare!" Yan Shifan wanted to ridicule Xu Jie, but seeing Yan Song's serious expression, he asked, "But what happened?"
He sat down carelessly.
"Chang Wei Bo is seriously ill." Yan Song said.
Yan Shifan had just sat down when he suddenly stood up again as if there was something on fire under his buttocks. "Is he seriously ill?"
"Unconscious." Cui Yuan said, "Xia Yan asked to see His Majesty in the middle of the night, and His Majesty ordered the imperial doctors to treat him. Just before that, most of the imperial doctors in the palace went to Xin'an Lane."
"Even Huang Jin has gone." Lu Bing came in, looking a little tired.
Yan Shifan sat down, his expression calmed down, and he glanced at Xu Jie. "Is there nothing wrong with Lord Xu's Ministry of Rites?"
Xu Jie knew that this was a secret meeting among the top leaders of the Yan Party and he felt embarrassed to be present, so he stood up and left.
Walking out of Zhilu, the sunlight shone on his body, and Xu Jie actually felt a little relaxed.
He thought of Zhou Xia, a stubborn but intelligent student who did not learn by rote but rather sought to get to the bottom of things.
Such students will either be troubled throughout their lives because they cannot find their own path, or once they find it, they will shine.
He originally wanted to watch from the sidelines, wait for Zhou Xia to hone his skills, and then accept him as a disciple and teach him carefully. But he did not expect Zhou Xia to turn to Jiang Qingzhi's school.
He seemed to be blessing with a smile, but when no one was around, he vented all his suppressed anger into his pen. He wrote one poem after another and then burned them.
It is because of this kind of forbearance that he has been able to get to where he is today.
Today, forbearance has brought about a major change in the situation.
Jiang Qingzhi looked like he was going to fail. If he died, the Mohist School would fall apart in an instant. Zhou Xia would become a lonely ghost, without anyone to rely on. Having lost a great enemy, the literati would turn their swords to Yan Song's party.
This was his chance.
"Lord Xu." An official saluted.
Xu Jie nodded and smiled, as gentle as jade. He walked slowly and said softly, "Let's see who God spares."
In the duty room, Yan Song's face was solemn. "Xia Yan looked as if his own child was seriously ill last night. The imperial physician reported back later that Jiang Qingzhi's condition was serious and there was no guarantee of his safety."
Cui Yuan rarely gloated over the misfortune, "Your Majesty was supposed to preside over the religious ceremony today, but he changed it to praying for blessings."
He looked at everyone and whispered, "Do you know who His Majesty is praying for?"
Cui Yuan showed a strange smile, "Jiang Qingzhi!"
For whom did the Taoist pray?
Empress Dowager Jiang!
The former prince!
No one else!
Jiang Qingzhi is the third one!
Yan Shifan slowly opened his eyes, and all the sleepiness in his mind disappeared. "If Jiang Qingzhi goes, it will be a blow to His Majesty. It will not be a good thing for us either."
"With him standing in front, my life has been much easier in the past two years." Cui Yuan was deeply moved by this.
"There is a doctor in the imperial prison, and his medical skills are said to be excellent." Lu Bing glanced at Yan Shifan.
Yan Shifan shook his head. "If we help now and cure Jiang Qingzhi, we will incur the wrath of the scholars. If we fail to cure him, or even make him worse... Under the wrath of His Majesty, we will not be able to escape punishment."
Lu Bing was just testing the waters and expressing his opinion. He fell silent again after hearing this.
"Prime Minister!" Zhao Wenhua came in, his eyes filled with joy. "The news that Jiang Qingzhi is seriously ill and difficult to treat has spread. Many places in the capital are holding poetry gatherings today, and there is an endless stream of people passing on invitations!"
Yan Song sighed, "Those people! Aren't they worried that if something happens to Jiang Qingzhi, His Majesty will vent his anger on them?"
Yan Shifan said: "If it were us, we would also celebrate with great fanfare."
Cui Yuan nodded, "At first, I wanted to kill Jiang Qingzhi, but until today... I won't hide it from you, I secretly prayed to God to bless Jiang Qingzhi and let him recover..."
Yan Song said, "They came to me a while ago and said we should both take a step back. I knew they were going to do everything they could to deal with Jiang Qingzhi, so I thought it was a good idea and agreed."
Cui Yuan smiled bitterly, "Now that Jiang Qingzhi is ill, those people might regret it."
……
Unlike the solemn atmosphere in Zhilu, the scholars in the capital are having a party at this moment.
"Young people are really full of energy!" Yang Qing and Han Yu were invited to the restaurant to drink. Looking at those young people discussing Jiang Qingzhi's condition in high spirits, they couldn't help but sigh.
"My Confucianism has been blessed by the Central Plains and has been strong and prosperous for thousands of years. Even powerful nations like the Mongols and Yuan Dynasty have to respect us.
It would have been fine if Jiang Qingzhi had survived as a remnant of the Mohist school, but he actually dared to come out into the world. It would have been fine if he had come out into the world, but he was so domineering and arrogant that he could not stand up to the world.
Now, without our help, he has fallen ill and cannot get up. This is obviously God's will!"
A scholar stood in the middle, looking disdainful, "I dare to assert that Jiang Qingzhi is being punished by God!"
"Yes, this must be a punishment from heaven." Someone said, "The Mo family should not have been born. By being born, they have angered heaven. Heaven is the kindest and has been tolerant, but the thief Jiang did not know how to restrain himself, which led to the backlash."
Yang Qing whispered: "This is a very good statement. We can spread it later to dampen the morale of the Mohist School."
"Don't worry. Jiang Qingzhi is the backbone of the Mohist School. If he leaves, Xia Yan will be too old to support the situation. Hu Zongxian lacks prestige and is a criminal. Xu Wei is smart, but he is extreme and difficult to tolerate. The rest are nothing to be afraid of. The Mohist School... can only let the flowers fall helplessly."
Han Yu sighed, "Who would have thought that the opponent we tried our best to get rid of would just... make me start to believe in the gods!"
knock knock!
Someone knocked on the door and a servant went to open it.
The door opened and a man in washed-out white cloth came in and said, "Talking about others behind their backs, or even cursing them, is this what a gentleman does?" "Who are you? You are actually speaking for that thief Jiang." The scholar sneered.
Someone stood up suddenly and said, "You are..."
The man said: "I am Tang Shunzhi!"
call!
The room seemed to be filled with a hurricane, and everyone stood up involuntarily.
Tang Shunzhi used to be active in the south, and only stayed in the capital for the past six months, but not many people have seen him.
The appearance of this psychology giant brought the festive atmosphere to an abrupt end.
"Hello, Mr. Jingchuan." Yang Qing stood up and bowed.
Tang Shunzhi nodded, but the scholar said, "That thief Jiang is the public enemy of our Confucianism. Although the School of Mind is a different school, it is also included in our Confucianism. Why, Mr. Jingchuan, are you going to speak for that thief Jiang?"
It is said that Tang Shunzhi and Jiang Qingzhi were good friends, but not many people knew to what extent.
"Let's hear what he says." Han Yu whispered. He also wanted to know what Tang Shunzhi and the School of Mind thought about Mohism and Jiang Qingzhi, so as to prepare for subsequent responses.
Tang Shunzhi looked at the scholar and said, "Chang Wei Bo Yunnan's deeds have made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty, and he has become ill from overwork. You don't sigh or lament, but celebrate without restraint. Is this what you call Confucianism?"
His eyes were gleaming. "If this is the attitude of Confucianism, then I, Tang, will say one thing today... Confucianism like this is better off gone! I will establish my own school of thought!"
With a bang, someone lost his composure and knocked over a chair.
The scholar was stunned. He could not bear the charge of opposing the School of Mind, so he said, "I just drank too much. Besides, my Confucianism and Jiang Qingzhi are mortal enemies. What's wrong with me cursing him? Mr. Jingchuan is not his relative. Do you think I should defend him?"
Everyone thought that was not the case.
Tang Shunzhi nodded seriously, "Tang and Chang Wei Bo are not relatives."
The scholar smiled, feeling that he had won a great victory.
"But they are better than family members!" After Tang Shunzhi finished speaking, he glanced at everyone and felt the depression in his chest getting stronger. He said sternly, "In the past, I felt that although Confucianism had many faults, it still had the spirit of a gentleman in its bones. But today, it seems that there is not a single bit of the so-called gentleman spirit, but the spirit of a villain is everywhere."
"Mr. Jingchuan!" Han Yu was angry. Tang Shunzhi looked at him coldly, "Goodbye!"
As soon as he walked out, the scholar laughed and said, "This man is incomprehensible, hahahaha!"
A man came in from outside the door, picked up a chair and walked over.
The scholar was looking around proudly when someone shouted, "Watch out!"
A chair came flying through the air with a whistling sound. The scholar just turned around and was hit in the face by the chair. He burped and fell to the ground with a loud bang.
The man clapped his hands and turned his eyes. "I was the one who killed him. You can go and sue the authorities."
Everyone saluted, "Greetings, Your Highness!"
The person who came turned out to be King Jing.
Someone outside said, "Old Four, the doctor has been found, hurry up and leave."
"coming."
King Jing glanced at the people present, as if he wanted to remember them, and then turned and left.
The room was a mess.
Everyone was stunned.
Someone said: "Prince Jing is smart and has a favored mother. If he wants to take revenge..."
"That's... His Royal Highness Prince Yu outside!"
"I have offended two princes at once... I have something else to do at home, so I will leave first!"
Prince Yu and Prince Jing came out of the restaurant, and Tang Shunzhi was waiting for them.
Tang Shunzhi knew a doctor who was good at treating patients who had been ill due to overwork, but he couldn't find one for a while, so he told Prince Yu. The two princes happened to be looking for a doctor and medicine, so they came together to look for the doctor.
At this moment, Jiang Qingzhi was still in a coma.
In the void, the images kept changing.
He saw the strong ships and powerful artillery blasting open the country's gates, and saw the volleys of muskets and the roar of cannons, which was like a dimensionality-reduction attack, beating this old empire to a pulp.
"This is fate!" said the voice in the void, "Follow fate, this is the way."
"Why?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
“This is the way of heaven.”
"If the way of heaven is unfair, why should we obey it?"
"The disrespect in your eyes is because you are standing on the perspective of the Chinese. From another perspective, what would happen if you were a foreigner?" The voice was mocking.
"This world is a jungle. As a Chinese, I should naturally stand on the Chinese side."
"You are surrounded by enemies, aren't you afraid of dying?" the voice asked seriously.
Jiang Qingzhi remained silent, and the voice suddenly laughed, "As expected, this person lives just for himself, doesn't he? Hahahaha!"
Jiang Qingzhi looked into the void and said, "I will fight for the revival of the Ming Dynasty in my lifetime!"
"Even if you turn to ashes, you will have no regrets?" The voice was a little surprised.
Jiang Qingzhi said seriously: "Even if I die nine times... I have no regrets!"
(End of this chapter)
