Chapter 499 Welcome Ceremony
The prouder a person is, the more he values his own face.
The Taoist is a proud person, and even those close to him dare not touch his dragon scales.
Jiang Qingzhi had made all preparations to face the Taoist's anger towards Zhang Juzheng.
He prepared several methods, but just as he was about to start, he found that things had changed.
The instigator was Fan Zhongda. Jiang Qingzhi had already asked people to find evidence against Fan Zhongda, but Xia Yan told him that a spokesperson like Fan Zhongda would have a very clean background.
Jiang Qingzhi also prepared two methods, but before they could be used, Fan Zhongda was impeached.
"...Zhang Juzheng is a lucky guy. Qingzhi, I, your brother, have begun to believe in the fortune of the Mohist school." Zhu Xizhong has always felt that his younger brother is a lucky man. He has been encountering troubles since he was in his mother's womb, but he was able to overcome them one by one. Not everyone can do this.
“It’s not luck.”
"what is that?"
"Loyalty."
Jiang Qingzhi hooked his arm around Zhu Xizhong's shoulder and asked, "Let's go have a drink?"
"It's rare that you take the initiative to invite me, Baiyunlou!"
"But let's go to the Hanlin Academy first."
"Why go to the Hanlin Academy?"
"Zhang Juzheng was about to pack up and leave. He didn't know what to do after hearing this news. Go! I'm unwilling to leave! I've already handed in my leave letter..."
"Proud people are trouble."
"No."
……
Hanlin Academy.
In today's group lecture, the president will explain to everyone how the government works.
Zhang Juzheng sat in a corner, seemingly listening to the lecture, but in fact he was already daydreaming.
What can he do when he returns home? For a man of his age, being idle is a kind of torture.
read?
He asked himself if he could calm down.
Then you can just travel around.
It's also nice to express your feelings in mountains and rivers.
Zhang Juzheng smiled, but deep in his heart, a feeling of unwillingness was slowly rising.
"Uncle Zhang!"
"Uncle Zhang!"
"What's the matter?" Zhang Juzheng came to his senses, looked up, and saw everyone was looking at him.
A scholar was speaking, and seeing that he was awake, he continued, "Zhang Juzheng once said that the bad government was caused by the separation between the upper and lower classes. If my generation could enter the court, I think we should use drastic measures to smooth the relationship between the upper and lower classes..."
Zhang Juzheng said this when he was in high spirits and felt very comfortable pointing out the situation.
But at the moment he was down and out and helpless, and this person's words to pull him out were nothing more than an attempt to whip his corpse and humiliate him in public.
After saying this, the scholar looked at Zhang Juzheng and asked, "What do you think, uncle?"
Not only did they whip the corpse, but they also asked Zhang Juzheng about his feelings.
This is really too much... Gao Gong frowned slightly, worried that Zhang Juzheng would get angry.
Everyone was looking at Zhang Juzheng.
Just before, a piece of news spread in the Hanlin Academy.
——Zhang Juzheng is the chicken, the chicken that the Confucians killed in front of the Mohists.
For anyone who dares to get close to Mohism and Jiang Qingzhi, Zhang Juzheng is the role model.
Schadenfreude, complacency, regret, pity...all kinds of eyes were focused on Zhang Juzheng.
He took a deep breath, "I...have a clear conscience!"
The Shujishi smiled and said, "Justice is in the hearts of the people."
Look, who speaks for you?
"Dismiss." said the dean. He glanced at Zhang Juzheng and felt it was a pity for this young man.
Three or five years later, things and people have changed. This young man returns to the court again, and he is afraid that he will have to start all over again.
"I heard that Uncle Da has taken leave?" The scholar came over.
"Yes." Zhang Juzheng nodded.
"It's said to be three to five years." The scholar was called Zhang Qin. He smiled and said, "After leaving the Imperial Academy, we will go to various departments for rotation, either as tutors or staying in the Imperial College... After three to five years, we will probably have gone our separate ways. When Uncle comes back, remember to contact me... If there's anything, talk to me!"
Three to five years later, we have already ascended to heaven, but you, Uncle Zhang, have returned to Beijing in disgrace and have to start from scratch...
One step behind, every step behind.
This is officialdom.
Zhang Qin's voice was quite loud, and Zhang Juzheng suddenly lost his patience and said, "You are shouting like this, just to tell those people that you have done a good deed by targeting me today. You did the right thing, but it makes me feel like a dog bragging to his master..."
"Zhang Juzheng!" Zhang Qin's face was slightly cold. "You hang out with Jiang Qingzhi and the Mohist school. Do you really think that everyone doesn't know? You deserve what you have today. Now you don't repent and are still arrogant and rude. I want to see how you can make a comeback in three to five years!"
"Don't worry about it." Zhang Juzheng stood up and walked out slowly.
The scholars looked at him in silence.
I feel a bit tragic.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!" Zhang Qin said sarcastically.
Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, and finally whipping the corpse, this move was perfect.
Zhang Qin was the one who finished it.
Zhang Juzheng walked towards the gate calmly under everyone's gaze. His eyes were calm, but a hint of dead silence could be seen.
Having offended Confucianism, that is, the scholar-official group, his official career can be said to be completely over.
When he returns three to five years later, those people may have already dug a big trap for him.
All great ambitions...are in vain!
Zhang Juzheng seemed to hear countless people laughing at him, as if he saw those people who failed on the imperial examination road and whom he had once despised laughing at him.
Zhang Juzheng, have you come to this day?
He took a deep breath and was about to step out when he saw someone standing outside the door.
"Long Wilbur!"
Jiang Qingzhi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the scholars in the hall, frowning slightly, "The Hanlin Academy is the place where important officials are cultivated in the court, and the scholars are the pillars of the future country, but what I saw today was infighting and partisanship. How can such scholars take on important responsibilities?"
These words were like a slap in the face to these scholars.
Infighting, ganging up on dissidents... these two words were thrown out by Jiang Qingzhi, which was to tell the court that he, Jiang Qingzhi, felt that this group of scholars were unusable!
If Jiang Qingzhi loses power, then everything will be over and these words will become a joke.
But if Jiang Qingzhi rises rapidly to a high position and has great power in the future, then this group of Shujishi will have no chance of being reused before he dies or before his influence disappears.
Gao Gong's eyes narrowed, "What Chief Wilbur said..."
Are you declaring war?
Jiang Qingzhi ignored him and asked Zhang Juzheng, "I heard that Uncle Da took a leave of absence?"
"Yes." Zhang Juzheng was very grateful to Jiang Qingzhi for coming to support him, but at this moment he felt desperate and looked at him with a dull expression.
"You're taking leave just because you're not feeling well. What do you think of the court?" Jiang Qingzhi said coldly, "I led the army in many battles. The soldiers under my command fought even when they were slightly injured, and fought even when they were seriously injured. Could your illness be fatal?"
Zhang Juzheng shook his head.
"Then stay!" Jiang Qingzhi said firmly: "If you are the one who earns your salary, you should share your worries. It's not right to give up easily!"
Zhang Juzheng was stunned. Zhang Qin sneered, "Good Priest Wilbur learned that Uncle Zhang was going to Shaanxi to be an official..."
"Who said he was going to Shaanxi?" Jiang Qingzhi looked at Zhang Qin. "You?"
Zhang Qin said: "The court will make the decision."
"You are just a scholar, who gave you the courage to spread rumors and cause trouble?" Jiang Qingzhi said coldly.
"Isn't it? I heard it with my own ears." Zhang Qin said with a smile.
At this time, a minor official came in, glanced at Jiang Qingzhi, then glanced at Zhang Juzheng, and said, "Fan Zhongda has been impeached."
Boom!
The proud Zhang Qin was stunned for a moment.
Zhu Xizhong was at the gate, leaning against the wall and talking to his staff, "In my opinion, a proud young man like Zhang Juzheng should be tempered and allowed to float in the officialdom. If he struggles out, I will use him for my own benefit. If he sinks, that is his fate. But since Qingzhi values him, I will help him and let Qingzhi show his kindness more thoroughly."
Zhu Xizhong had just made a casual promise, but it had made the clerk who delivered the message very excited.
"The person that the Second Master values is no simple person." The aide said with a smile.
Inside, the clerk's voice was like a heavy hammer, still hitting everyone in the Hanlin Academy.
"...Fan Zhongda was bribed by someone, and his impeachment of the ministers was not out of public interest, but for profit..."
Well, it’s time for those who were impeached by Fan Zhong in the past to turn things around!
Zhang Juzheng slowly looked at Jiang Qingzhi.
Jiang Qingzhi took out the medicinal cigarette.
Smiling, he asked, "Do you regret it?"
Zhang Juzheng shook his head.
"...In addition, I just learned that." The clerk worked very hard. Zhu Xizhong promised that he would transfer him from the Hanlin Academy to the six ministries. This was a leap in the life of the clerk, so he was not afraid of offending these scholars at all.
"Someone else went to Shaanxi. Zhang Shujishi...still remains in the Imperial Academy!"
Zhang Qin slowly looked towards Jiang Qingzhi.
"Thief Jiang!"
"Grandson, who are you calling?" Sun Chonglou had been watching the fun, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but go up and pointed at Zhang Qin and scolded, "Apologize!"
The finishing task was messed up, and the benefits promised by those people were naturally gone. Zhang Qin felt extremely disappointed and uncomfortable at the moment, and couldn't help but said angrily: "Jiang Qingzhi, you..."
Bah!
With just one punch, Zhang Qin fell down as if he had been hit by a hammer.
"Brother Zhang!"
Several friends rushed over, some pointed at Sun Chonglou and cursed him, while others tried to help him up, and were shocked to see his face swollen in an instant.
"Don't do it!" someone shouted, "That's Sun Chonglou! The Asura who kills without blinking an eye!"
The two Shujishi who rushed over stopped at the sound, but one of them rushed too fast and was about to rush in front of Sun Chonglou. He screamed and tried hard to control his body, but he didn't expect to step on the blood spurted out by Zhang Qin, and he slipped and fell in front of Sun Chonglou, looking like he was kneeling...
Sun Chonglou looked down at him, frowned, and said, "No need to be so polite." Then the guy burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
Amidst loud laughter, Sun Chonglou walked over, took out the fire starter and handed it to Zhang Juzheng.
Zhang Juzheng was puzzled, "This is..."
Sun Chonglou said, "Light a cigarette for the young master." Seeing that Zhang Juzheng was still confused, Sun Chonglou said, "Old Xu and Old Hu both lit it at the beginning."
Zhang Juzheng now became the chicken in the eyes of the Confucians. Although he was not killed this time, he became the enemy of the literati from then on. In other words, the Mohist School was the only place that could protect him.
Zhang Juzheng took the tinder, blew on it a few times and passed it over.
Jiang Qingzhi lit up the medicine cigarette and said softly, "Uncle, welcome!"
(End of this chapter)
