Chapter 578 I will help him get back his face
The biggest problem for Confucianism today is the lack of a leading figure with high prestige.
Yang Qing and Han Yu are nothing more than a shield put forward by certain forces, a target or a target for the outside world to focus on.
It is normal for there to be parties within the party, and Confucianism is no exception.
The Zhejiang Party, the Chu Party, etc. were just beginning to take shape, but because of Jiang Qingzhi, they began to take shape earlier.
When Jiang Qingzhi and the Mohist school were growing stronger, these forces within Confucianism were still fighting among themselves.
What Mohist school, a clown!
What Jiang Qingzhi, just slap him to death...
But we have to wait until we finish fighting.
In history, even when the Qing army entered the pass and stationed in the capital, and the entire north fell, they were still busy fighting among themselves, and they were very busy.
Early in the morning, at the martial arts field in Bo's Mansion, Jiang Qingzhi wiped the sweat off his face while taking a walk with Xia Yan.
"…At present, Confucianism lacks a leading figure who can make a call. This person must have prestige and a high position of power. Otherwise, who will obey him?"
Duoduo was looking at his owner from the side. He meowed and Jiang Qingzhi waved, but Duoduo looked to the other side.
There was a female cat there, looking at it lovingly.
Is it love, or the poop scooper...that is the question.
Jiang Qingzhi picked it up roughly. The female cat meowed a few times and Duoduo roared... but to the owner's ears, it sounded like she was just acting coquettishly.
"If you say so, there is only one person who is suitable." Xia Yan waved at the female cat, but the female cat ignored him. He smiled and said, "It is customary for Confucianism to fight among itself. But I did not expect that during the war between Confucianism and Mohism, they would still fight endlessly."
Yesterday, news came that two Confucian forces in the south actually watched Emperor Jiajing send people to interfere. The scholars in the capital were furious, and someone spread the word that the two forces were fighting for the position of Nanjing's Minister of Justice.
"To be honest, the position of the Minister of the Ministry of Justice in Nanjing is not as good as that of a prefect of a superior prefecture." Xia Yan sighed, "Suzhou Prefecture is the essence of Jiangnan, but those people can just sit back and watch. It shows that in their bones... what you said... exquisite..."
"A sophisticated egoist." Jiang Qingzhi stroked the cat, "For his own selfishness, he would even risk the country's ruin."
"Many people in the capital are furious. Yesterday, an old friend came to visit and said that someone suggested looking for a leader."
"Who does Mr. Xia think it will be?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
"Boy, are you trying to test me?" Xia Yan said proudly, "I once ruled the country and made the Confucians bow their heads."
"So, you were the leader back then?" Jiang Qingzhi pretended to be respectful.
"Yeah!" Xia Yan's eyes were filled with memories and melancholy, "Back then! At that time..."
Once the old man started talking, he couldn't stop.
"...Yan Song pretended to be fawning when he saw me, but how could I let him get ahead? Unfortunately, he didn't know that someone was watching him closely and Lu Bing slandered him. Qingzhi! Qingzhi...where is he?"
The old man looked back and found that there was no one in the martial arts arena.
"dinner time!"
Sun Chonglou, who Jiang Qingzhi called the King of Eating, shouted from the front, "We have big meat buns and baked naan! Mr. Xia, we also have your favorite rice wine..."
The Jiang family makes their own rice wine, which is sweet and sour. In the morning, after boiling the sweet rice wine, put two eggs in it. Don't overcook it, or you will get runny eggs.
The sweet and sour flavor of the sweet rice wine wrapped in the egg makes you feel refreshed. Another sip of the sweet rice wine makes you feel refreshed and warm.
The whole person can be energetic all day long.
"I'm coming!"
Xia Yan walked away quickly.
Both he and Jiang Qingzhi knew that the only person who could currently take on the important task of being the leader of Confucianism was Xu Jie.
But Xu Jie is good at forbearance, so whether he will become the leader remains to be seen.
For breakfast, Jiang Qingzhi ate two big meat buns and two eggs with sweet wine.
After having a good meal and a good drink, it’s time to kill the enemy.
Huang Yaner came and said, "My lady is going to the palace today and said that the triumphal banquet is ready and we are just waiting for the report of victory from Lord Bo."
Jiang Qingzhi couldn't help laughing at his wife's words.
Fu Cheng and his servants saw him off respectfully. Jiang Qingzhi said, "It's just a martial arts performance."
Fu Cheng said: "I know that today's martial arts performance is more dangerous than a big battle with Altan. I would like to wish you a victory!"
"We wish you a successful start!"
Jiang Qingzhi nodded and walked out the door.
He walked in front, with Sun Chonglou and Mo Zhan on both sides behind him.
Behind them was the guard Dou Jialan who was lighting a cigarette, and the guard leading the horse.
The neighbors on both sides appeared outside their homes in an unusually neat line today.
"Uncle, have you eaten?"
"Yes."
"If you haven't eaten yet, come to my house and have something to eat."
"Eat it, big meat bun."
"Wow! Eating a big steaming hot meat bun today is a blessing."
"No."
Jiang Qingzhi walked to the middle of the alley, and an old man in the neighborhood in front of him bowed and said, "We don't know what Confucianism and Mohism are, we only know that the uncle has never put on any airs of power in Xin'an Lane. We don't care about morality or not, just one word..."
The old man turned around and said, "Helping relatives instead of helping others!"
"My dear men, is this reasonable?" the old man shouted.
"Yes."
The neighbors shouted in unison.
A child of three or four years old fell behind, and his childish voice echoed in Xin'an Lane, "Yes!"
The old man clasped his hands and said, "We, the neighbors of Xin'an Lane, wish you a successful start. May your horse trample over the Confucianists!"
"The flag is flying high and the horse is trampling over Confucianism!"
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and bowed, "Thank you."
Helping relatives instead of people, these words instantly blocked the cold wind. "Why do I feel warm?" Sun Chonglou opened his clothes, but still felt that the wind was not cold enough.
"Because that's the heart." Dou Jialan said.
Xin'an Lane was warm and cozy, but Fengyuan Building was freezing cold.
Yang Zhiyuan's body was placed in the water pavilion.
The coroner from the Ministry of Justice was brought from home in the early morning, stripped Yang Zhiyuan of his clothes, and examined him carefully.
The cold wind blew, ruffling Yang Qing's long hair. His eyes were calm, and his mind was filled with the instructions in the letter from his brother and sister-in-law.
Now that his nephew's request has been met with failure and he has lost his life, how can he have the face to return home to see his brother and his wife?
The coroner looked up, and Yang Qing's eyes flickered slightly, "But was it murder?"
The coroner shook his head. "I didn't find any signs of homicide. It looks like... a stroke."
"How can a wind on a horse kill someone?"
"You don't know, there are two kinds of strokes. One is that the blood spurts out continuously, and the other is here in the brain... it's just that you are too happy, and the blood in the brain bursts the blood vessels..."
Yang Qing waved his hand and someone sent the coroner out.
Han Yu sighed: "Please accept my condolences!"
"My nephew is still young, how could he have a stroke?" Yang Qing's eyes were full of coldness. "Besides, the prostitute bit herself to death and passed out. Who knocked her out? The only person my nephew offended in the capital was Xu Wei. Jiang Qingzhi..."
The murderous intent in Yang Qing's eyes shocked Han Yu.
"Mr. Yang..." Han Yu didn't know how to persuade him, "The time has come. If you don't go now, you may not be able to join the Tiger Guard Left Guard."
Yang Qing looked at his nephew and stomped his feet for a long time, "Go!"
Han Yu walked at the end. He watched a servant cover Yang Zhiyuan's body with a cloth and finally covered his face.
He caught up with Yang Qing and said, "After today... we need to focus on the overall situation."
"I know." Yang Qing said calmly, "I don't like to beat the downed, but today, I will make an exception."
……
The Taoist priest also set off.
"Dad, I want to go!"
Changle pulled his sleeve and looked up at him eagerly.
"How can a girl go to a place of killing and war?" Emperor Jiajing frowned, thinking that his daughter was grown up and it was inappropriate for her to go to such a place.
Changle was sensible, so she let go of his hand and said, "Then I won't go. I'll prepare some snacks in the palace and wait for Dad to come back."
Zhang Tong praised outside the palace: "The princess is really filial."
The Taoist sighed, "Although it's not easy to go, but... it's okay to follow me."
"Dad!" Changle's eyes widened. Emperor Jiajing looked at her with a little more tenderness in his eyes. "My little lady is growing up. Many people will covet her. Being a father is both joyful and sad. However, I think Changle is a blessed one..."
"I won't marry!"
"Men should marry when they are old enough, and women should marry when they are old enough."
"I will stay in the palace. Dad, my third and fourth brothers said they would support me for the rest of my life."
"I'm not dead yet, it's not their turn."
Emperor Jiajing walked out of the hall and raised his eyes.
The imperial majesty arises spontaneously.
"Your Majesty, please..."
Amid the sound of whips, the morning sun shone into the West Garden.
A brilliant piece.
It's like the smiling face beside the emperor.
……
"Walk."
Yan Song stood up and pounded his lower back with his backhand. Yan Shifan came over to support him. The two of them left the residence. Zhu Xizhong and others were waiting for Emperor Jiajing.
"Motosuke!"
"Yeah!" Yan Song nodded.
Yan Shifan knew the friendship between Zhu Xizhong and Jiang Qingzhi, and seeing that he was calm, he asked, "It seems that Chang Wei Bo has a plan in mind?"
Zhu Xizhong smiled faintly, "Of course."
But he turned around and whispered to his followers, "Go to Xin'an Lane quickly to find the second master and tell him that something is wrong with Yan Song and his son. I'm afraid they will stand idly by today, or even stab us in the back. Tell him to be careful."
Zhu Xizhong cursed: "I watched them all day and they didn't notice anything. This slap in the face is not unjust."
The attendant left, and the staff asked, "Duke, are you saying...there's something wrong with Yan Shifan?"
"According to reason, Yan Song and his son should stand on Qingzhi's side and share the same hatred for the enemy. But Yan Shifan tried to test him in public..." The old playboy sneered, "If they want to get information, should they do it in public or in private?"
The staff slapped his forehead. "He is..."
"It's for show!" Zhu Xizhong looked coldly at Yan Shifan who was chatting with an official, "Yan Song and his son must have reached a tacit understanding with them. Bastard, you really change your mind..."
Jiang Qingzhi had already left Xin'an Lane, and his followers chased him all the way, only catching up with him when he was almost at Huben Zuowei.
"Second Master, the Duke has told me to tell you that something is wrong with Yan Song and his son, and they might stab you in the back. Please be careful, Second Master."
Xu Wei touched the cloth strip on his forehead and said, "This is because he felt that Master Bo would lose today, so he made arrangements in advance, and it would be good to reap some benefits."
Jiang Qingzhi watched as the camp gate in front opened and Yan Xu and others left the camp.
He reined in his horse.
"Tell Lao Zhu that there is no need to be angry."
"The Duke said it felt like he had been slapped in the face."
"Tell Lao Zhu that I will help him get back his face."
(End of this chapter)
