Looking at the officials who were bowing their heads, Li Guopu was still angry.

"Oh, it's embarrassing, it's embarrassing. If Mr. Yang, Mr. Zuo saw that the Donglin Party had become such a virtue a few years later, I'm afraid that the spirits in heaven would not be peaceful."

"Yuan Zhi, don't worry about you and I are not from Donglin. Don't worry about others' internal affairs. Besides, the people who care about them are coming soon. Let's make a good decision to make up the court."

Huang Liji looked worried. Sun Chengzong and Han Yu were both the leaders of the Donglin Party. Han Yu was also the chief minister of the Tianqi Dynasty. He probably had a sad life as the chief minister after him.

"What Yuan Fu said is that two old masters of the Donglin Party have come, and we old people will stand aside."

Shi Feng saw the excitement without much trouble, with a teasing expression on his face.

But Huang Liji was not influenced by him. Zhu Youjian told him before that as long as all the ministers in the cabinet could concentrate on their work and not engage in party disputes in the cabinet, the position of the assistant was always his.

Although the relationship between the two Donglin leaders may be more complicated in the future, if Zhu Youjian kept his word, Huang Liji would naturally remain steadily on Diaoyutai and would naturally not take the ridicule of the other three people to heart.

Huang Liji ignored Shi Fenglai and Zhang Ruitu's expressions of intentional watching the fun, and walked towards Wenyuan Pavilion.

Luo Yangxing, who stood solemnly in front of Huangji Gate, watched a lot of good shows in the morning. When he saw that he had left in front of Huangji Gate, he felt funny.

Waving his hand, he took the Jinyiwei Han back to Qianqing Palace to report his life.

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At the same time, in Gaoyang County, Baoding Prefecture, Northern Zhili, an elderly man in his sixties was talking to several children about the Analects of Confucius.

"It is better to have a king than to perish the Xia Dynasty."

After reading this, the old man smiled and said to the children:

"Do you know what the saints mean?"

At this time, a slightly older child stood up first.

"Weng Weng, I know that the saint's words should be to despise the barbarians, saying that they are not ethical and have a king, but they are not as stable as my country in China."

When the old man heard this, he smiled without commenting, and then asked:

"Do you have any other insights?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a man who looked like a housekeeper ran in.

"Master, an angel came to the door and said it was a will."

This housekeeper has been with the old man for many years and has seen many storms, but he is still a little excited this time.

Since the fifth year of Tianqi, after his master resigned and returned home, although he was highly respected by the late emperor and still received rewards from time to time, his master was still depressed.

The housekeeper knew that his master could not let go of the court or Liaodong.

At this time, the new emperor ascended the throne, Wei Ni had been eliminated, and the housekeeper saw the angel coming to the door again, and the meaning of it was naturally clear.

"Well, I understand. I'll tell you to set up an incense table. You go to entertain the angels and don't neglect it."

The old man was naturally a little excited, and there were a few more tremolos in his words.

"Let my wife find out my new set of official uniforms and then have someone boil water. I want to take a shower and change my clothes to welcome the imperial edict."

After the old man explained this, his hands holding the "Analects of Confucius" began to tremble.

But the old man's official career has been ups and downs and has experienced many years of battle, so he quickly calmed down his mind and turned to face the children, but his face was very solemn.

"It is better to have a king than to lose the Xia Dynasty. The saint's words have three profound meanings. One is what Shi Zhibiao said. The second is to despise the vassal states that are not versed in ethics. China does not understand ethics and is no different from the barbarians. The third is to do this."

Speaking of this, the old man paused and then looked north.

"The third is that the sages believe that if those barbarians know ethics and follow education, and the order of the king and his subjects will naturally become like ours, and even become part of ours."

After saying this, the old man had tears in his eyes, but muttered to himself: I hope the saint's words can be realized in my Ming Dynasty...

After a moment, a sharp voice suddenly sounded in Gaoyang Sun Mansion.

"Sun Chengzong accepted the order!"

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In Puzhou, the governor of Shanxi, an elderly man in his sixties was cleaning the snow in front of his grave.

The old man was dressed in rags and his face was covered with wrinkles, but his two dark eyes were deeper in the bitter cold wind.

A pair of hands covered with frostbite, blood oozing out from time to time because they hold the handle tightly.

"Ada, Ada."

A middle-aged man trotted from the village, shouting and shouting.

The old man was still cleaning the snow carefully as if he didn't know it.

"Ada, Ada, don't sweep, don't sweep."

The man ran to the old man, gasping heavily, and turned into fog in the cold winter.

But the man didn't care, and snatched the sweeper from the old man's hand, and then it was still underground.

"Ada, the angel is here, the angel is here, our family is saved, our family is saved."

The man hugged the old man excitedly and cried with a smile.

When the old man heard this, he stood quietly in place. Although he still couldn't believe it, two lines of hot tears fell from his face covered with gullies on the white snow.

In a moment, in the clan ancestral hall of Lao Hanzhuang, a sharp voice broke through the air, like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the dark clouds shrouded over Hanzhuang.

"Han Gong received the order!"

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Half a month later, a station outside the capital was as cool as water.

Han Yu and Sun Chengzong sat opposite each other. They had not seen each other for many years, so they naturally felt a sigh when they met.

"Brother Yu Chen, I haven't seen you for a few years. Why are you so old?"

Sun Chengzong looked at Han Du's dark old face full of gullies and asked in disbelief.

Han Du, whose courtesy name is Yu Chen, is 61 years old this year, three years younger than Sun Chengzong. He looks like he is in his seventies at this time.

"Hey, the child is not a mother, I have a long story to say. Let me tell you slowly."

Han Du touched his dry bark-like face and said embarrassedly.

In the fourth year of Tianqi, Wei Zhongxian was at its peak in the court.

In July of that year, Wei Zhongxian first drove Ye Xianggao away, and then Zhao Nanxing and Gao Panlong were just another day.

In October of the same year, Sun Chengzong was also snatched away from his hometown by Wei Zhongxian.

A month later, Han Yu resigned because he was unwilling to join the eunuch party and was threatened by Wei Zhongxian.

But unlike Sun Chengzong returning home with the title of imperial teacher, Han Yu's retirement life was much more tortuous.

In the fifth year of Tianqi, Wei Zhongxian instructed members of the eunuch party to impeach Han Du and embezzle him and harbor two thousand taels of silver.

Han Yu naturally refused to recognize him, so he wrote a memorial to identify himself.

Wei Zhongxian then ordered the Dongchang to take Han Zu's servant Han San to Zhao Prison, intending to make Han San frame Han Zhao, but Han Sanzhen was a loyal servant, and he insisted on facing the torture of Dongchang and refused to let him do anything.

But despite this, in order to prevent Wei Zhongxian from persecuting his family, Han Yu had no choice but to sell his land and lend it to his relatives and friends, so he collected enough for the two thousand taels of so-called "dirty silver".

But Han Yu was also deprived of his official status and was removed from his name.

So, the Han family, who had no tiles on it and no half a tael of silver, had to return to their hometown Hanjia Village and live in the clan's family.

Han made a living by cleaning the cemetery for his clan.

More than two years of wind and sun exposure and malnutrition have turned a white-faced scholar into an old man in his seventies.

"Your Majesty is kind, your Majesty is kind."

After talking about his experiences over the past few years, Han Du bowed to the capital city and cried when he looked up again.
Chapter completed!