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Chapter 961 Qin Hui and Jin: After all, they are different fates!

"Qin Lang-jun's great opinion really opened our eyes. It's really shameless to turn black and white up to this point! Hmph!!"

"Don't dare! Gentlemen are harmonious but different, each expressing his own opinion!"

Qin Hui raised his sleeves, bowed and saluted, and sat back in his seat calmly meeting the different eyes.

Before he spoke for Gongsun Zhao and refuted Ren Shenxian's actions, he knew that once he did this, his reputation among scholars would definitely be ruined in an instant.

After all, regardless of Ren Shenxian's behavior of cursing the military, let Gongsun Zhao be the minister of the Ministry of punishment, and let him take charge of the Yushitai. Isn't this Yan Ting's disregard for the feelings of the scholar-bureaucrats, and sprinkle salt on the wounds of Ren Boyu's family? what?
Therefore, even though Ren Shenxian's words were shocking, and he heard that the old man of the Chao family fell ill that day, and some of the scholars present fled overnight, left Yanjing, hid for a few years and came back for the imperial examination, but there were still a lot of crowds, especially The scholars who were not present all agreed.

Whether it's filial piety to your father or the pride of a literati, it should be like this!

The backlog of dissatisfaction with Gao Qiu, Ding Run, and Gongsun Zhao, the three important ministers, finally broke out.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with the emperor who has always treated the scholars preferentially, and the fault is all the treacherous people around him, such as Cai Jing.

"'Your Majesty exhausted the blood of the people but did not show mercy, forgot the country's great enmity and did not avenge it, and endured the shame. How can future generations call Your Majesty the Lord?' In the past, Cai Gong's memorabilia, every word weeping blood, the words are still in my ears!"

"Scholarly praises, such painful statements of pros and cons, and deafening words, are just guarding the Daming Mansion, resisting the northern captives, loyal and upright ministers, never thought, never thought, Cai Xiangchang!"

"For the sake of solidarity, he actually selected a small official as the imperial censor, and everyone in the world despises him!"

Listening to the criticism of the current situation in the hall and the excitement of the country, Qin Hui silently sipped tea, his eyes flickered, thinking about his own way out.

It lasted two hours, the literary meeting was finally over, and all the scholars got up and left the hall of Suian Restaurant in twos and threes.

Sure enough, no one was willing to walk with him on the surface, but when they occasionally met, there were no less than ten people, revealing a different meaning.

Qin Hui was certain in his heart, knowing that he was stable.

It is true that scholar-bureaucrats attach great importance to fame and integrity, but they also value official positions.

Nowadays, there are many opponents, and they are going to fight against the prime minister and the court. Under such circumstances, if you agree, the benefits you can reap are imaginable, and you can't help but be tempted.

So Qin Hui is not worried that he has no supporters.

It's too early to make contact now. Walking out of the restaurant where Wenhui is located, there is an old servant in a hat waiting in front of the door, leading a pony.

Qin Hui glanced at the old servant, hatred and jealousy flashed in his eyes, got on his horse, and pointed to the streets of Yanjing.

The old servant seemed to be deaf and dumb, and after making gestures several times, he finally understood, led the horse, and began to stroll around.

Qin Hui's attention began to shift to the surrounding scenery and crowd.

Since the dredging of the canal, more and more goods have been sent to the capital, and the Forbidden City in the north of the city has officially started construction. The streets of Yanjing have become more and more spacious and tidy, and new pavilions can be seen everywhere, which is very prosperous.

At this time, there were also people coming and going, merchants were like a cloud, and the people had smiles on their faces, and there was no panic at all.

This can't help but disappoint Qin Hui: "The status of scholar-bureaucrats is really not as good as before..."

In the past, the scholar-bureaucrats and Zhao Song officials ruled the world together. If there is any disturbance in the scholar-bureaucrat class, all classes in the world will be in turmoil, and if it is not enough in a city, it will soon be filled with a depressive atmosphere.

Now is what everyone should do...

How could this be so?
"Is it because those scholars who criticize current affairs can no longer hold important positions? I'm afraid that's exactly the case..."

"The number of officials in the new dynasty is small, and the authority is heavy. With my talents and learning, if I can become an official, I may not be able to do something!"

"Oh, it's a pity that I'm just a poor boy, and I met those people..."

Thinking that he has not passed the test so far, and that he is just a shabby private school teacher, and even the dowry for his wife Wang was borrowed from relatives and friends, Qin Hui sighed, and forced his eyes to look away from those rich and noble houses and carriages. Taking it back, he took his servants and rode on a pony towards the west of the city.

After going out of the city gate all the way, and driving for a while, he finally came to a temporary house in the western suburbs. The house he rented was here.

The house price in Yanjing was deliberately suppressed by the imperial court. It did not skyrocket like Bianliang, and the rent was not high. It just continued to expand outwards. The original city wall would soon be demolished, and he lived in the western suburbs because of another reason. reason.

At this time, before reaching the door of the house, I saw a woman, accompanied by a maid, doing activities outside the courtyard. Qin Hui was overjoyed when he saw it: "My lady!"

The woman looked over when she heard the words, and greeted her happily: "Husband is back?"

This is Wang, the prime minister's granddaughter, who was still Tong Guan's goddaughter in history. She doesn't have such a high status now, but her family background is still beyond Qin Hui's reach. He just fell in love with him, and there was no such a high-profile marriage.

Of course, at this time, Qin Hui didn't know that this lady was barren and was known as a jealous woman. Later, he was not allowed to take a concubine to carry on the family line, so he changed his elder brother's son to Qin to inherit the position of Duke, while Qin Hui After all, I can only say that it was done beautifully...

At this moment under the sun, looking at Mrs. Wang's plain clothes and thin face, Qin Hui's eyes turned red: "It's hard work, madam!"

Mrs. Wang embraced her, and the couple just heard a strange low voice: "Go in!"

The peculiar thing is that it is not Chinese, but Khitan, and the speaker is an old slave who followed all the way, baring his teeth, showing a ferocious look.

Qin Hui and Wang Shi secretly sighed, separated immediately, and walked quickly towards the yard.

Entering the yard, I saw a few big men squatting in the shadows, with bows and arrows in their hands, and one of the arrows that flowed coldly was aimed straight at Qin Hui's chest.

"Warrior, don't joke..."

Qin Hui gulped down his saliva, and his legs twitched together. Luckily, he was no longer ticking like in the Jinling period, and begged in a low voice: "Outside, you can no longer speak Khitan dialect, it will be exposed... "

The old slave returned to the men, obviously he belonged to the same clan, the leader of the man said coldly: "If we are exposed, you will die first!"

Qin Hui wanted to say something else, but Wang supported him and shook his head slightly.

Qin Hui also understood that he couldn't explain clearly to these barbarians, so he and Wang supported each other, went to the chair and sat down slowly. Learning Khitan, he explained with half-gestures and half-stumbling:

"The Jurchen's hair and braids are the attire of a foreign race... You have to wear a hat to cover it up, otherwise you will be discovered... Even if you wear a hat, it's still dangerous, and you don't behave like a southerner..."

Hearing this, the man immediately said, "We are Jurchen warriors, so we shouldn't be weak southerners!"

The group of big men in front of them are indeed Jurchens.

At the time of Jinling, in order to snatch the last emperor Zhao Ji, there was actually a small-scale conflict between Yan and Jin. At that time, the scene was chaotic. Wanyan Gao took Zhao Huan, Zhao Gou and other royal families on board and left, and there was also a group of Jin people The samurai did not board the ship.

The leader is Wanyan Po Luhuo, who is also a cousin of the Jurchen royal family and has a blood relationship with Wanyan Aguda.

At this time, the Jin people don't talk about those who are noble or not, and they are all fighting. Seeing that the situation is not good, Wanyan Po Luhuo first hid in the city for a few days, and then kidnapped a family of scholars to get out.

That family is Qin Hui and his wife.

Destined to meet each other for thousands of miles, but no chance to meet each other.

But after learning about the identities of Qin Hui and his wife, and seeing their integrity, Wanyan Po Lu Huo came up with a bold idea and coerced her into Beijing all the way, lurking until now.

Qin Hui made great contributions.

The original attire of the Jurchens in the Kingdom of Jin was "the hair hangs behind, the earlobes are gold and silver, the hair is kept behind the head, tied with colored silk, and the rich are decorated with pearls and gold." Now the Jurchens are so poor that they have no gold and silver. Ornamental, but mostly bald braids.

Qin Hui felt that this feature was too eye-catching, and seeing that Yanjing was cold and dry, unlike Bianliang, which was located in the Central Plains, there were fewer people with hairpin flowers on the streets, and more people wearing hats. Only then did he turn himself into a servant by his side, monitoring him to prevent him from escaping.

In fact, Qin Hui didn't dare to run away at all. Firstly, his wife was under the control of the other party, and secondly, he didn't dare to gamble with his own life. People won't turn back for revenge. After thinking about it, it's better to cooperate with each other. The more tacit understanding, now they can take each other to observe in Yanjing City.

At this time, the golden man dressed as an old slave described the prosperity of Yanjing almost dancing.

The more Wanyan Po Luhuo listened, the more greedy she became, and she asked again: "Have you done what I entrusted to you? Let the Yan people mess up, mess up!"

Qin Hui hurriedly said: "The king of Yan wants to appoint someone as a great official, many people are not convinced, internal fighting, chaos will arise!"

Wanyan Polu showed contempt in her eyes: "Yan people and Song people are the same!"

Qin Hui thought that he was originally a citizen of Zhao Song's capital, and he was able to get close to the water first, but now he ended up like this. He shook his head and said, "Yan is different from Song, Yan people are too strong!"

Wanyan Po Luhuo didn't want to admit it, but had to admit it, and suddenly became annoyed: "If the Song people still rule this rich land, it will be the pasture of our Jurchens, damn the Yan people...I want to kill the King of Yan! "

The man spoke so fast, Qin Hui managed to understand the meaning, and was frightened out of his wits. Don't drag these savages to death. His legs got entangled again, and he said anxiously, "Does the Jin people need Zhao Song's officials?"

Wanyan Po Luhuo always remembered the order when she came here, and tried her best to rob Zhao and Song officials and return to the Kingdom of Jin. Now they are going all the way north, and they are not far from Liaodong. OK: "Can you find it?"

Qin Hui breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course, Zhao Song's officials are scholar-bureaucrats. As long as you are willing to trust me, you will return with a full reward!"

Wanyan Po Luhuo looked at him, spat, hit the center of her eyebrows, and laughed loudly: "You are from Song Dynasty! You are from Song Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)