fifth form

Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts are not treasonous.

In this era, there are many people who have the same thoughts as Zhang Xuezhou.

For example, people from hundreds of schools of thought.

In essence, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was one of them, but Zhang Xuezhou kept leaning towards the court.

In the final analysis, there is not much difference between him and Shen Peigong and others. They all just want to use the power of the court to arm themselves more powerfully.

Zhang Xuezhou did not succeed at the moment, but Shen Peigong and others were likely to be defeated.

Thinking of what the young eunuchs whispered when they sent him out of the palace, Zhang Xuezhou thought he could go to Yangling.

The next morning, he took a green rock stick as a walking stick, called Rong Tianding, and ordered a carriage to leave the city.

"This place of office is too far!"

The snow carriage was extremely slow. It was fifty miles from the house to Yangling East Sima Gate, which took nearly two hours.

Even though he got up early and called a carriage, it was already noon when Zhang Xuezhou arrived at Sima Gate in Yangling East.

He called twice, and Song Dongjia, who was on duty, immediately trotted down from the tower.

"Sir, Master Dongfang, I have finally met you!"

Song Dongjia pulled on his close-fitting cloth armor and tightened his belt.

After the accident of Dong Simamen's official car Sima Ling, not many people survived. Song Dongjia did not expect that Zhang Xuezhou could continue to perform his duties.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou again, Song Dongjia felt a little surprised, but he was more jealous.

"Sir, everyone is looking forward to your return," Song Dongjia said flatteringly.

"I don't want to come back anymore," Zhang Xuezhou said with a smile, "What, you guys are going to suffer too?"

"Sorry, we are without you. No one from above cares about us at all. We don't even have any winter clothes." Song Dongjia sniffed and said, "Although we have lost some of it, we still keep this at least." The tower can still do a little bit of work, but you still have to pay what you deserve!"

"Where's Ma Yuan, who's in charge of the paperwork?"

"The people in Jingzhaoyi Mansion said that he was bewitched by gangsters. He didn't survive the interrogation. Now he's over seven years old!"

"Didn't make it through?"

Zhang Xuezhou's eyes were slightly startled.

"Where is the craftsman Zhang Laogao?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I haven't seen Zhang Laogao enter Sima Clan these days. Maybe it's because his work as a craftsman has been completed!"

Zhang Xuezhou's expression darkened.

Craftsmen are public servants. As long as the affairs of Yangling are not over, these craftsmen will have to do a lot of repairs, and they will not be finished at all.

Just as they were taken advantage of by the top officials of the imperial court, Jinchang treated Ma Yuan and others just as casually.

Zhang Xuezhou even thought of Jinchang's head being shot by a sky-shattering arrow when he trespassed into Yangling.

"It seems that Jinchang's luck has been intercepted by me. If he can wait until your Majesty comes forward, maybe he can escape the pursuit of the sky-shaking arrows, but Jinchang encountered your Majesty..."

Zhang Xuezhou ultimately did not delve deeper into this matter.

If you want to think carefully, Ma Yuan's death had most of his own causes, but there were also traces related to him.

Any link, any person does something, may have an impact on other people.

If things happened again, there would be almost no difference in the choice Zhang Xuezhou made.

He kept reviewing himself and realized that many things could never be perfect, and he had already reached his limit when facing the unknown.

Facing the top officials of the imperial court, Jinchang, Zunshang and others, they had no resistance at all. They were no different from weeds. Ma Yun, Zhang Laogao and others were also just weeds, or even weeds inferior to them. Like the sergeants who were responsible for guarding Simamen before, these people had almost no resistance when things happened.

What's more, one of the two people is weak, and the other is old and frightened. It is really not easy to think about this difficulty.

"Have you patrolled there?" Zhang Xuezhou asked, pointing in the direction of the tomb.

"Sir, you are not here. Ma Yuan is dead again. There are only four people left in our Simamen. How can we dare to run around?" Song Dongjia said with a smile: "And we still lack winter clothes. We closed the door and hid in the tower as you ordered. time."

"Good job!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, knowing very well that Song Dongjia didn't know much.

Then he stretched out his hand to greet Song Dongjia, and asked Rong Tianding to support him. The three of them stepped on the deep and shallow snow in Yangling.

The heavy snow in winter wiped out everything that happened in Yangling.

No one cares about the death of Ma Yuan, the clerk, no one cares about the loss of Zhang Laogao among the craftsmen, and no one cares about the official carriage Sima Ling of Simamen in Yangling East.

Everything in Yangling was quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if no one was there, covering up many things that happened more than ten days ago.

Even the footprints of the craftsmen were re-covered by snowflakes. It was not until Zhang Xuezhou and others approached the imperial mausoleum that he heard the sound of cutting stones.

"Sir, there are people grilling over there..."

Song Dongjia, who was in charge of opening the way, trembled and pointed forward. Just as he was about to point out to Zhang Xuezhou that someone was warming up near the tomb, his body tilted and he already collapsed.

"Be careful!"

When Zhang Xuezhou hooked his green rock stick and pulled Song Dongjia back, he saw three bright handleless daggers stuck under the tree branches, hay mixed with snow.

"Kong Zhong, what are you laying in vain? There are swords stuck in this normal walking path, and they almost hit us!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted forward, and as soon as the sound of stone cutting near the imperial mausoleum stopped, someone else looked over.

"Master Dongfang, don't run around. We are here for the horses to walk. People should follow the horses' steps so they don't fall in!"

Just over ten seconds later, Kong Zhong rode over on a bay red horse.

"Look at my horse's hoof prints. You can jump there by following the horse's hoof prints," Kong Zhong demonstrated.

"Is it useful for you to do these things? Have you ever caught anyone?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Although we didn't catch the person who broke into Yangling, this trap is still very useful," Kong Zhong argued.

"It's useless to do all this." Zhang Xuezhou waved his hands and said: "It seems that you haven't received the news yet. Shen Peigong himself probably can't care about you and will let you wait for death here!"

"Why wait to die?" Kong Zhong said blankly.

"Didn't you hear that the imperial court was investigating Zhao Wan, the censor, and Wang Zang, the doctor?" Zhang Xuezhou asked: "Shen Peigong, the two most powerful Confucian scholars of the Lu School, have been investigated. I'm afraid these good days are coming to an end. !”

"We don't know." Kong Zhong took a breath of air and said, "No one came to inform us of these things!"

"I know a little bit about it, but first tell me what happened in Yangling for more than ten days, and then I will explain it to you in detail!"

Song Dongjia couldn't ask anything, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't ask Kong Zhong directly about anything secret, so he took the lead in throwing a bait.

The change of Confucianism in the court was a major event, but Zhang Xuezhou knew what the young eunuchs said at the moment.

This allowed Zhang Xuezhou to immediately use it on Kong Zhong.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the imperial mausoleum. Kong Zhong immediately jumped down from the bay red horse.

"Please come this way!"

Kong Zhong stretched out his hand and pulled it in the snow.

Like dominoes, Kong Zhong pulled up a thread and flipped all the traps on the road, making way for normal traffic.