fifth form

"You have left Chang'an City, will the imperial court retain your position? Shen Pei Guild will not replace you as an official!"

Dong Zhongshu overturned his car once, and then overturned again and again. The situation was so rough that Zhang Xuezhou sighed.

If Dong Zhongshu belonged to a person who would rather bend than bend, he would have died almost a year ago before Shen Peigong fought.

The character of being able to bend and stretch has also allowed Dong Zhongshu to survive until now.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed.

"My doctorate position is empty, and Shen Peigong doesn't like it." Dong Zhongshu said: "He is a person who wants to do things, and he should ask His Majesty for a position of real power."

"Prime Minister?"

"Your Majesty can't give it!"

"Doctor Censor?"

"It's okay to let him take this kind of position. I'm afraid that all the civil and military officials of the court will be replaced by him once!"

"Is it too often?"

"It is possible, he may be granted the title of Jiuqing, but if His Majesty's city is deeper, he may be under Jiuqing!"

"Why is it under Jiuqing?"

"If the official can be crowned to the head at one time, what will Shen Pei be crowned after he has made great achievements?"

Dong Zhongshu shook his head, and when he saw the very upright old man at the gate of the city, he quickly stopped talking, then patted Zhang Xuezhou on the shoulder, and motioned for Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding to carry him over.

"Brother Gongsun!"

There was still more than two meters away, and Dong Zhongshu had already bowed his hands in salute.

"Zhongshu, alas!"

Dong Zhongshu is a very polite person, it is not difficult to imagine Dong Zhongshu sitting on a wicker chair and saluting.

"Shen Pei was too cruel," the old man said.

"No, this is my own problem." Dong Zhongshu shook his head and said.

"You always excuse others like this," the old man sighed.

"Brother Gongsun's words really upset me, this is indeed my own problem!"

Dong Zhongshu explained repeatedly that the old man stopped sighing when he introduced Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding to the old man.

"Gongsun Hong, the elder of our Confucian school, is also an evergreen tree of the imperial court!"

"Dongfang Shuo, the great Confucian of the future!"

"Rong Tianding, your talent can be seen!"

Dong Zhongshu's introduction was extremely brief, but he made everyone clear.

At least Gongsun Hong didn't treat them as servants, but bowed to salute, which also made Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding get off the rattan chair and return the salute together.

"Zhongshu, where are you going after leaving Chang'an City?"

Dong Zhongshu recommended Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding, obviously hoping that Gongsun Hong would take care of them if he had the opportunity.
When Gongsun Hong agreed to go down, he couldn't help being concerned about where Dong Zhongshu was going and when he would be able to return to Chang'an.

"Maybe go back to Guangchuan, maybe go to Huainan, maybe go to Liang for a while!"

Dong Zhongshu’s itinerary is not a secret to Zhang Xuezhou and others. If he wants to find out the books he reads in the secret pavilion, Dong Zhongshu needs to rely on the Wenying Pavilion of the Huainan Palace, and there are many monks who are good at Dharma in Liangyuan, which can also form positive benefits. nature of the discussion, to facilitate mutual exchange.

But if you want to say that Dong Zhongshu's first place to stay after leaving Chang'an City, it is the slum area outside Chang'an City.

One is that Dong Zhongshu needs Zhang Xuezhou to recite the ancient prose he has obtained to transcribe, and the other is that Dong Zhongshu wants to find the place to get rid of bad luck mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou.

It's no different from Zhang Xuezhou's mentality after suffering repeated bad luck. He doesn't want to be lucky, but only wants to be safe and safe, and strive to survive this disaster.

When people are lucky, they believe that everything is the result of their own hard work, but when they are desperate, they will pray for the blessing of fate.

Dong Zhongshu's thinking has changed a lot in the past few years, even better than Zhang Xuezhou.

A group of people chatted at the gate of the city, and Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding carried Dong Zhongshu out of the gate when the guards at the gate politely came to invite them.

Only Gongsun Hong was well-informed and generous to see Dong Zhongshu off. Some Confucian scholars stood in the distance, wanting to see Dong Zhongshu off but afraid of being squeezed out by other Confucian scholars.

Those who came here are very clear that Dong Zhongshu lost in the contest of Confucianism.

Dong Zhongshu, who lost, is still a great Confucian, but many Confucian scholars in Chang'an City are aiming to make progress, so it is not difficult to make a choice accordingly.

That's all for those who have been mixed into an official position in the court. For example, they can only become officials and make profits only after Shen Peigong has gained power and formed layers of recommendations.

If it was mentioned that they still had Dong Zhongshu in their hearts, even if Shen Peigong lacked manpower, he would not use them.

After all, the bustling Dong Mansion in the past has finally declined, and it is undoubtedly revealed that people walk away from tea.

But Dong Zhongshu's mentality is still very good.

"I used to hang a curtain to give lectures, and many people didn't even recognize my face. It's normal that there are not many people when I see you off!"

"That's too little, you have thousands of students and a 60-year-old man!"

"Maybe they don't know?"

"I think Shen Peigong's mouth should be widely publicized in Confucianism. Everyone's news is passed on from person to person, so it's impossible not to know about your situation!"

"It's just a farewell. We are not happy because of foreign things, nor should we be sad because of foreign things!"

Dong Zhongshu shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind this kind of thing.

He won't get more because of these people's farewell, nor will he lose anything because these people didn't come to see him off.

He is only Dong Zhongshu, and he is only himself, and these external emotions cannot affect him.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's small appearance, Dong Zhongshu inevitably taught Zhang Xuezhou a few words, let Zhang Xuezhou live out his own self, and not care about other people's opinions.

"Don't be happy with foreign objects? Then do you still want to look for that foreign object that removes bad luck?"

But Dong Zhongshu's indifferent attitude was soon defeated by Zhang Xuezhou.

"I want it!"

Dong Zhongshu only felt that this guy Zhang Xuezhou was either a bully, or that this guy had ordered him to overwhelm him, so that he had to borrow the opponent's strength every now and then.

"We always have some friends and confidants in our lives, and there are also some heavy objects related to our lives. This kind of joy and sorrow still exists." Dong Zhongshu explained again: "But we don't need to care about the intrusion of those irrelevant people!"

Adding the premise and definition again, Dong Zhongshu felt that the words should be more complete, and it also saves the trouble.

"Master can only be so happy when he is with his cousin, and he is so boring when he is with me, he can't say a word for a long time," Rong Tianding interjected from behind.

"I think you are the irrelevant person that Master said," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"That makes me a little sad!"

"Ugh!"

Those who find fault can find fault no matter what, Dong Zhongshu sighed, and finally gave up reasoning with people like Zhang Xuezhou.

He had no choice but to use "I'm tired, let's lie down first" to escape, lest this guy's topic would get worse.

But when he closed his eyes and rested his mind, Dong Zhongshu did feel a little more energetic, and felt less aggrieved.

"Confucianism Yongchang!"

He whispered in his mouth.

Remembering that he stepped on the golden dragon while reciting the tomb scriptures, Dong Zhongshu wondered whether the tomb scriptures had begun to realize his wish, and whether Shen Peigong could take this opportunity to realize the revitalization of Confucianism in the Han Dynasty.

Obviously, Dong Zhongshu did not add a specific subject when realizing his wish, and what he asked for was too lacking, making it difficult to determine whether the wish could be realized.

And he also has a question in his mind, if he can achieve the glory of Confucianism with the help of the tomb scriptures, why the Huang-Lao School that created the tomb scriptures did not achieve lasting glory.