"oh?"

Wei Guangwei and Song Qingyang were both puzzled.

Eunuch Wei smiled and said, "These people are not going well in the imperial examinations, and young people are not going to be nobles. They are always resentful to the court."

What does this mean?

As a scholar, who doesn’t want a young man to be proud and a beautiful woman hugs?

However, all the main members of the Donglin Party are so-called "latecomer".

Whether it is Gu Xiancheng, Zhao Nanxing's old Donglin, Yang Lian, Zuo Guangdou's young Donglin, they all passed the imperial examination after they were forties and fifties. When they became officials, they were all old men. How many years can they live? How many years can they be free? Can they still hold Yan Ruyu in the book? In this way, can they be good to the court?

I’m afraid that everyone scolded the officials in the court and hated them.

If it weren't for these officials, how could they have wasted their time to this day?

It’s like some candidates in the previous life of Good Ministers, who were obviously not good at taking the exam, but they blamed the fraud in the exam room and had darkness.

When used on these Donglin Party members, they all thought that they were full of knowledge and were easy to take the imperial examination, and it was his family who deserved to be the first to be the first to be a gold medal.

If you fail the exam, or if you take the exam for several years, your resentment to the court will really make you soar.

Song Qingyang didn't think much about this because he didn't know the origin of the Donglin Party.

Wei Guangwei agrees a little.

But there are only some, because some of them do not agree with them.

For example, he is a young man who succeeds.

He passed the imperial examination at the age of 24 and passed the imperial examination at the age of 28.

It's not "late to achieve success".

However, this is exactly what makes me angry.

He was obviously young and promising in the party, and he was destined to be a general and a minister in the future, but he was sent to Nanjing to be a minister who was a high-ranking minister but had no real power. How could he not be depressed in his heart?

"Besides, these people originated in the south of the Yangtze River. Since ancient times, they have been a place where merchants gather wealthy. They say they are teaching, but they have no financial resources. How to teach? Why don't they ask for rewards? In this way, where can the financial resources come from and where can the rewards come from?"

Eunuch Wei cannot just say it alone, but Song and Wei must participate in the interaction, otherwise it would be too boring to say and act on their own.

However, Song and Wei just refused to answer and did not cooperate.

Helpless, I had to give a summary.

"Donglin Party, a puppet." Eunuch Wei was furious, slapped the table, and said with hatred: "These party members are clearly the puppets of the big landlords and big merchants. I know that they are bullying our emperor and being the one who is profitable. I only hate our emperor for being kind. If it were Mr. Hongwu, I don't know how many people have worn out the fur..."

When Song Qingyang heard this, his brow jumped.

Wei Guangwei was also moved, but he was silent for a moment, sighed and whispered: "What my father-in-law said... is really a sharp attack."

"Our family is not chewing maggots. Our ancestors dig food in the fields for 18 generations. If it is said that it is really bitter. But our family does not hate the rich, nor does it hate scholars. If there is no rich in this world, wouldn't everyone be poor? If there is no scholar, who knows the great principles of sages. So, the rich want to get, but the rich and scholars cannot ride on the heads of our poor. The emperor doesn't treat us as poor people, but they treat us as poor people. What's the reason?" Eunuch Wei was thirsty and picked up a teacup and took a mouthful, "Our family does not hate the party. Party members want it, but we need a party of the rich, and we have a party of the poor, and we have a party of the poor, and we have a party of the poor. For the emperor, we must also know which one is true and which one is fake... It's a pity that there is no party of the poor in our Ming Dynasty."

"Why don't your father-in-law form a party by himself?" Song Qingyang grinned, "The eunuch party is also a party."

“…”

Eunuch Wei's bull's eyes glared at him: You MMP, you knew yesterday that our family would not be a big boss of the eunuch party in the future.

Wei Guangwei was very embarrassed and hurriedly turned the conversation away.

He worked in Nandu for more than four years. He was idle and had almost all the mountains and rivers of Jinling, and was very familiar with him. He didn't think that Eunuch Wei was also very familiar with Jinling, so he talked about some good attractions there.

"The land of Zhongshan is the first of all the scenic spots in Jinling. If my father-in-law is free, he will definitely accompany him to climb the mountain to see the scenery..."

"Yes, Zhongshan is a good place," Eunuch Wei couldn't help but feel excited, and he recited casually: "The wind and rain in Zhongshan are yellow and yellow, and millions of heroic troops cross the river."

After reciting it, he woke up. This poem is an emperor's poem, so how could he recite it casually? Isn't this like reciting it in front of the Tartar emperor like a spring?

“Hmm?!”

Song Qingyang had a hundred households in brocade clothes, but he didn't think so much. He suddenly heard the sentence Wei boy chanting, and he immediately looked at him with admiration: What a poem, what a poem!

Wei Guangwei felt a little sad. Eunuch Wei's words were bold, but he was a little taboo. However, Daming did not punish the crime with literature or kill people with words. Especially in the south of the Yangtze River, the atmosphere was particularly open, and it was okay to walk on the street with a yellow robe. What was the verse of some boldness?

Eunuch Wei’s bow is drawn here and there is no turning back. The two sentences in the beginning are published, how can we lose the following?

Seeing that the two of them looked normal, they felt at ease and said again: "The tiger occupies a dragon occupies a lot now, and the sky is overturned and the earth is full of generosity."

"good!"

Wei Guangwei and Song Qingyang applauded at the same time.

Some people applauded that Eunuch Wei was more relaxed. When writing poetry, he had to look like he could sit on a chair and read a manuscript.

So he walked slowly, pretended to think, and finally stood with his hands behind his back, and said excitedly: "It is better to chase the remaining bravery to pursue the enemy, not to seek fame and learn from the overlord." He paused, his tone was lowered again, with a little heavy, "If the heaven has feelings, the heaven will grow old, and the right path on earth is vicissitudes."

"Good poems, good poems, Eunuch Wei wrote a good poem."

My uncle Zheng Guotai happened to listen to the last two sentences when he came in. Thanks to the teachings and pressure of his sister Concubine Zheng, Zheng Guotai still learned some things in poetry and books, so he was very knowledgeable.

The two Wei Dukes and Song Qingyang quickly saluted and called their uncle together.

Zheng Guotai came in alone, but he didn't see his father Zheng Seung-heon.

"A master of the case."

Zheng Guotai came over happily and repeatedly praised Eunuch Wei, using the title of "coffin leader" rather than "father-in-law". I think my uncle wanted to give Eunuch Wei a little comfort through this title.

It doesn’t matter whether you comfort or not.

He was very dissatisfied with Zheng Guotai. He didn't blame the other party for "purifying his body", he asked for it. But after "purifying his body", the boy did not come to see him with a big bag and a small bag. It was still very sad for several months.

My uncle really doesn't know how to be a human being.

If someone who knows how to be a human being would not be so abrupt, then Eunuch Wei would call him to have a drink?

"I heard people say that poetry expresses one's aspirations and writings conveys one's own meaning, but I don't know why the poem was written on the desk?" Zheng Guotai said, while taking the towel handed by his servant to wipe his face.

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Chapter completed!