When Wu Zongrui and Zeng Yongzhong appeared in the new army barracks in Denglai, Nanjing, Lu Faxuan was caught off guard and was shocked with surprise. Jinan Fucheng is nearly 1,400 miles away from Nanjing. The distance is far. A visit is not just a lip service.

It's so simple.

"Master Lu, you have done a good job in Nanjing. I heard that many officials from the Sixth Department of Nanjing are willing to stay and do things. Regardless of whether they are voluntary or not, as long as they are willing to stay, we will see the results..."

Before Wu Zongrui finished speaking, Lu Faxuan's face turned red. He wrote a special letter to Wu Zongrui, informing him of the situation of officials and scholars in Nanjing. Although most of the officials chose to stay, only those who did not want to continue to be officials were

Very few, but there were a lot of discussions in Nanjing. Many people said that Lu Faxuan helped Wu Zongrui rebel, which was treason. Moreover, Nanjing, as the capital of the Ming Dynasty, had many scholars, and their discussions were enough to affect the stability of Nanjing.

What is even more irritating is that the officials who are left behind seem to be inferior to men in words and deeds. They have no confidence, dare not debate with many scholars, and dare not let go and do things. It is impossible for the Jiangwu Hall to train them in a short time.

For all the remaining officials, the government cannot be paralyzed, so these officials who have no confidence still have to grit their teeth and do things.

Lu Faxuan spoke very harshly, but in fact rarely took tough measures. As a scholar, he was worried about the verbal criticism in history books, and he was also worried that his recklessness would bring unforeseen trouble to Wu Zongrui.

Wu Zongrui and Zeng Yongzhong came to Nanjing specifically. In Lu Faxuan's opinion, it must be for this matter.

"Sir, Mr. Zeng, this is all the fault of the lower official. The lower official also thought that the situation in Nanjing City was complicated. In order to stabilize the situation, he did not take many strong measures, which led to too many discussions. Two days ago, Hong Chengchou

The Lord was insulted by Song Xian and lay down in the mansion so angry that he couldn't do anything..."

Wu Zongrui smiled, looked at Lu Faxuan and spoke.

"There is nothing surprising about this. Nanjing was once the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and there were many scholars here, including countless gentry and wealthy households, as well as Fushe and other associations. These people are all vested interests, and of course they have to fight hard.

Supporting the Ming Dynasty, in fact, they may not really support the emperor and the court in their hearts. What they are worried about is that once the dynasty changes, their interests may suffer huge losses. Well, at midnight tomorrow, my husband and I will go to the Nanjing Ministry of War.

Officials of fourth rank and above in the city, as well as the heads of influential gentry and wealthy families in the city, as well as Song Xian and Zhang Guowei, are all invited to the Ministry of War."

Lu Faxuan was a little worried. He looked up and saw Wu Zongrui's determined eyes and nodded involuntarily.

...

Nanjing Military Department, lobby.

More than a hundred people came to the lobby, which made the whole lobby seem a bit crowded. The people who came to the lobby included officials who stayed in the government and continued to work, people who resigned from their official posts and stayed in Nanjing, as well as Zhang Guowei and Song Xian

et al.

Zhang Guowei and Song Xian, because of their special status and their resolute resignation from official positions, were sought after by scholars in Nanjing. A few days passed, and the Qinhuai River was extremely lively. The Fushe held two large-scale events in the Qinhuai River.

It was quite a big gathering, and Zhang Guowei and Song Xian were the most dazzling stars at the party, and were sought after by everyone.

At the invitation of Tianfu Yamen, Zhang Guowei and Song Xian did not plan to come. However, after hearing about the many people going to the Ministry of War, Zhang Guowei and Song Xian changed their minds and decided to go to the lobby of the Ministry of War.

When Zhang Guowei and Song Xian walked into the lobby of the Ministry of War side by side, everyone quickly fell silent.

Zhang Guowei looked at Song Xian, smiled and spoke.

"Brother Song, I haven't been away from here for a long time. When I come here this time, why do I feel that this place is quite dirty..."

Zhang Guowei didn't look at the other officials at all, and just talked to Song Xian, as if the people in the lobby didn't exist.

Song Xian naturally understood the meaning and responded with a smile.

"Brother Zhang, it is precisely because this place is so dirty that you and I chose to leave, leaving those dirty people and dirty things in this lobby. When today is over, you and I will travel together and experience the beauty of the Ming Dynasty.

So majestic..."

It was very quiet in the lobby. No one spoke, or no one dared to speak. Zhang Guowei used to be the Minister of the Ministry of War in Nanjing. Almost all the officials in the lobby were under his jurisdiction. Song Xian was even more prosperous, even though he was only the Minister of War in the capital.

The right minister, however, angrily scolded the governors of seven provinces and made Hong Chengchou, the Minister of War, famous.

I don’t know why, but the convener of this gathering, the Governor of Water Transport, Lu Faxuan, has not yet appeared.

No one spoke or refuted. Zhang Guowei was a little proud. When he was the Minister of the Ministry of War in Nanjing, although he had great power, he did not have such great influence and authority. At least the scholars who traveled in Nanjing did not think so of him.

Too high, but it is different now. Because he was unwilling to work for Wu Zongrui, Zhang Guowei received unanimous praise from many scholars in Nanjing, and his prestige suddenly increased.

"Brother Song, I feel a little out of breath. Why is the air here so dirty..."

Song Xian then spoke.

"Brother Zhang, isn't there a saying in Tao Yuanming's "The Theory of Love for the Lotus" of the Northern Song Dynasty? I love the lotus when it emerges from the mud but is not stained. It washes clear ripples but is not evil. It is straight in the middle and straight to the outside. It does not creep or branch. Its fragrance is clear far away.

, the pavilions and pure plants can be viewed from a distance but not played with. In this hall today, you and I are the lotus flowers, why should we care about other filth."

Zhang Guowei smiled and nodded.

"Brother Song, you're right, you're right, so let's stay here for a while. After the drama is played, you and I can talk about the world's affairs."

Zhang Guowei and Song Xian sang in harmony, while the others were very quiet. No one spoke to refute the two of them, and no one asked for boredom. All the officials in the lobby were second-ranked Jinshi. Some of them had outstanding abilities, but because of luck,

Unfortunately, the six ministries who were assigned to serve as officials in Nanjing were already a little depressed and felt that they could not hold their heads high. This time they encountered repeated ridicules from Zhang Guowei and Song Xian, and their mood became even worse.

Perhaps out of dissatisfaction, Zhang Guowei looked at the people around him and spoke with a look of disdain on his face.

"My lords, you are all officials of the imperial court. I and Brother Song are just idlers with no official or position. You will not wait until today's gathering to forcefully plot against Brother Song and me."

"I remember a certain gentleman said that if anyone dares to talk nonsense or even cause trouble to the place, he will be severely punished. Today, Brother Song and I were in the lobby, talking loudly. Fortunately, they did not discuss government affairs."

"But it doesn't matter to me. I am just a commoner from the countryside. I would like to ask for your understanding if I say a few grumbling words. Sometimes I just can't control my mouth..."

As soon as Zhang Guowei finished speaking, Song Xian waved his hand.

"Brother Zhang, please don't say that. I also share this responsibility. If a certain adult wants to severely punish me, I will definitely be involved. I don't know whether it will be beheading or exile. I am really scared, but

I just thought of Mr. Yu Qian. After the Tumubao Incident, our Ming Dynasty suffered a disaster. At this moment, Mr. Yu Qian stood up, turned the tide and defeated Oala. Later, Mr. Yu Qian encountered the conspiracy of the traitor in the court and died calmly.

, I feel really ashamed when I think of Mr. Yu Qian."

"Sir Yu Qian's "Song of Lime". I appreciate it even more profoundly today."

"Thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains, and the fire has burned them as if it were nothing. I am not afraid of being shattered into pieces. I want to leave my innocence in the world."

Zhang Guowei gave Song Xian a thumbs up.

"Brother Song said it well. I admire you, I admire you."

Having said this, Zhang Guowei looked at the people in the lobby again, and the look of contempt on his face did not disappear.

"My lords, I and you were once colleagues. Many of you have stayed in the government. Don't blame me for talking too much today. Ask yourselves how the emperor and the court treat you. You actually regard thieves as your fathers. I am despised by you. Okay.

Okay, although the opportunity is rare today, I don’t want to talk too much. As the saying goes, we have different paths and don’t work together. If you insist on going your own way, I have nothing to say. This is all I will say.”

After Zhang Guowei finished speaking, Song Xian naturally wanted to speak.

"Brother Zhang said it well. What you just said made me even more ashamed. Before I came here, what I thought of was to keep myself clean. If you live high in the temple, you worry about the people. When you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about the king. Brother Zhang

My realm is very high, I am ashamed of myself. From now on, I will still learn from Brother Zhang and take the world as my responsibility..."

Most of the people in the lobby lowered their heads.

The dignified Governor-General of the Seven Provinces and the Minister of War, Lord Hong Chengchou, were all scolded by Song Xian and lay on the bed. The other officials in the hall could not compare with Hong Chengchou in terms of position or qualifications, so how could they speak.

There were also unconvinced people here, staring at Zhang Guowei and Song Xian, but they were so soft-spoken that they were not qualified to speak. Even if they did speak, they would be humiliating themselves.

The atmosphere in the lobby was even more depressing. Only Zhang Guowei and Song Xian were chatting and laughing as if no one else existed.

In fact, some of these silent officials also attended one or two days of classes in the martial arts hall, and they had some thoughts. However, they attended too few classes and could not debate with Zhang Guowei and others.

Slowly, some officials felt strange. Why did Mr. Lu Faxuan invite Zhang Guowei and Song Xian to the lobby of the Ministry of War today? Could it be that he wanted them to humiliate other people who stayed in the government to do things? You know, everyone is

The two Jinshi scholars are both leaders among scholars. How could they endure such public humiliation?
Chapter completed!