fifth form

Zhang Xuezhou did have the idea of ​​changing his residence, and he was quicker in doing things.

The laws of the Han Dynasty were different from those in reality, and it was fine if they didn’t cause trouble, but if something happened, it would involve punishment such as implication and implication.

Regardless of whether he was involved in anything or not, and whether he was upright, if he was identified as an accomplice, the investigators would rather kill by mistake than let him go.

Some people are alive and well, but lose their heads inexplicably.

Zhang Xuezhou has healed people these days, and he also listened to the gossip about Chang'an City.

When it comes to Emperor Jing's funeral, the control is extremely strict, which makes many common people discuss a lot of topics is abiding by the law, and many content that sounds threatening is constantly extended, which also makes Zhang Xuezhou extremely cautious.

"The less trouble, the better!"

Having paid ten and a half taels in advance at the hotel, Zhang Xuezhou also led Rong Tianding into the crowd, moving along with the funeral crowd on the street.

Occasionally, he could meet one or two young generals who had been healed. These people touched the bodies of their colleagues to remind them, and they couldn't help but look regretful.

The Northern Army is not a place where everyone can go, and Chang'an City is not a place where the Northern Army soldiers come whenever they want. It is obviously a luxury to spend a small amount of money to hire a military doctor with such a high level of practice.

But the Northern Army's business has indeed been done.

As the mourners in charge of the funeral ceremony continued to move forward, rows of prison cars followed behind, involving thousands of dejected faces, and the extended line dragged extremely far.

These people were fixed on the prison van with torture tools, and their limbs looked limp, obviously having experienced extremely rough beatings.

While parading through the streets, many people threw stones and tiles, and some people were crushed to death on prison cars.

"Our Chang'an City has cleared out another batch of traitors against the imperial court!"

"What do you think these people are thinking?"

"Our soldiers are fighting in the front, and they are disturbing in the rear. Even the funeral of the late emperor will not be spared. Their hearts are to be punished!"

"I know that traitor, he said every day that this country is good and that country is good, but our Han country is not good!"

"That's Lu Ershao from the Lu family. He went to some school to study for a while, but he didn't learn the skills, but his mind has changed!"

"kill him!"

"After the late emperor is buried, he will definitely be able to suppress the dead souls of these lunatics!"

"Funeral..."

……

Among the common people who watched the excitement, there were many people with insight. Zhang Xuezhou heard many things as he walked.

This obviously pulled out a lot of nails.

Regardless of whether the crimes are big or small or even none, or they are just people who talk and talk, these people have been wiped out. After this parade, it is almost impossible to survive, and they will even be buried in Emperor Jing's tomb as sacrifices.

The timing of the imperial court's punishment of this group of people was excellent, and it was difficult for the punishment to arouse any criticism during Emperor Jing's funeral.

This made Zhang Xuezhou take a deep breath, and felt that he and Rong Tianding were lucky that they were not so unlucky as to wade into such muddy water.

"Who is that person?"

Continuously marching along the street, getting closer to the group of high-ranking officials who were buried by the imperial court.

Most officials in the imperial court need to see them off along the street, and only a few have the privilege of carriage and horses.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced over the court officials wearing official hats on the carriage, and he was surprised when he saw an old man with gray linen wrapped around his head.

Whether the rank of the officials of the Han Dynasty was high or not, you only need to look at the hat. The more gorgeous the hat, the higher the corresponding official rank.

Wearing a piece of sackcloth to tie his head obviously does not have any official position, but the old man is sitting in a carriage among the mourners, and the carriage wheels are even wrapped in cattail leaves, which looks unique.

The object of Zhang Xuezhou's questioning was not Rong Tianding, but the well-informed Chang'an people on the street.

But this insight is obviously not possessed by ordinary people. It was not until Zhang Xuezhou asked more than a dozen people that no one made a guess.

"That seems to be Shen Gong, the suzerain of the Confucian school!"

"It's him?"

Zhang Xuezhou had heard the name of Shen Pei, the suzerain of the Confucian school, which originated from Dong Zhongshu's introduction.

This is also the opponent who sang against Dong Zhongshu.

"It seems that Master Dong will have a hard time in the future!"

Zhang Xuezhou's bad luck was swept away, but Dong Zhongshu was obviously not.

Shen Pei's current courtesy is extremely high, which proves that the court is ready to reuse him.

It is impossible to reuse Dong Zhongshu if Shen Pei is reused, and Dong Zhongshu may even be suppressed by Shen Pei.

Searching along the line of funeral officials, Zhang Xuezhou also found Dong Zhongshu with a pale face.

"Why is Dr. Dong looking so bad? Could it be that he cried too much?"

Standing in the crowd, Zhang Xuezhou raised his hand and waved to Dong Zhongshu again and again.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't like to associate with unlucky people, but Dong Zhongshu was obviously an exception, especially since the other party also took the Huangshazong secret volume Huangshashu, Zhang Xuezhou had to learn from Dong Zhongshu.

In addition, he still has the art of transforming the soul into shape to share, and it also involves black and white double horses, silkworm cloth and other things that need to be checked by Dong Zhongshu.

This is the most reassuring and highly cultivated person that Zhang Xuezhou knows at the moment, and Zhang Xuezhou is willing to continue to make friends.

If Dong Zhongshu had a way to contact the Virgin of Wudang, the other party could go to the cauldron to wash away his bad luck.

Zhang Xuezhou's vigorous wave made many officials stare at each other, and Dong Zhongshu was no exception.

He opened his mouth, gestured to Zhang Xuezhou with his finger, and then silently followed the funeral procession.

Zhang Xuezhou was still alive and kicking at this time, but Dong Zhongshu was walking on thin ice in the court.

When Shen Peigong came to visit and discuss fighting skills, he almost suspected that the new emperor wanted to send him to be buried with Emperor Jing.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The uncontrollable cough made Dong Zhongshu's face pale again, he took out a white cloth and wiped it, and the pain in his heart subsided for a few minutes until he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"I have to ask Dongfang Shuo to heal my internal injuries, and then I have to take the initiative to write a letter to the imperial court to recuperate for several years!"

As long as he thought of the piece of spiritual jade held in Shen Peigong's hand, Dong Zhongshu had no thought of fighting again.

In the dispute between Confucianism and sect, he was obviously the loser.

But the new emperor planned to reuse Shen Peigong, and he was completely defeated in court.

Don't look at his three thousand disciples, but as long as Shen Peigong sits in the high hall, those disciples will turn around and join Shen Peigong's command without hesitation.

For many disciples, as long as they belong to the Confucian school, their switching is not a violation of the sectarian ideals, and the concept of Confucian masters as teachers makes great Confucians lack strong restraint and cannot restrain their disciples.

The wounded who were suppressed by Li Guang broke out again because of their fighting skills, and the disciples switched. Dong Zhongshu, who was scattered under the fallen tree and the monkey, almost betrayed his relatives.

Dong Zhongshu took a deep breath, feeling that he had already reached the bottom of his life, and there was no way he could go to the bottom except for things like death.

He is a bad boy.

Dong Zhongshu walked along the long street, his head was in a trance, and for a moment he almost wanted to change his wish on the "Grave Scripture".

He murmured.

While chanting words, Dong Zhongshu felt the ground surge, as if he was stepping on the golden dragon's body.

The shaking feeling of riding a dragon came, Dong Zhongshu only felt that his body was shaking extremely uncomfortably.

With a sweet taste in his mouth, two streams of blood gushed out of his nostrils.

"Dr. Dong fainted from grief!"

When exclamations came from around, Dong Zhongshu was still in a trance, stepping on the golden dragon and running continuously.

He felt something more in his body.

His wish to recite the tomb scriptures seems to have a resonant realization.

But if you want to ask Dong Zhongshu where this sign appears, it is difficult for him to detect it right now.