"Cai Jing is a traitor, a mediocre official of the Ministry of Rites!" Chen Dong cursed angrily. In the past few days, the Neo-Confucian Society has grown a lot, with members rising sharply from more than 800 to more than 2,000. However, participating in the joint letters to the provincial examinations of the current subjects was to be disqualified, which was a great shock to the candidates in Beijing. After all, no one has asked for a long time, and they were looking forward to becoming famous all over the world. During this period, the clerks under the Secretariat, the Ministry of Rites, and the Censorate refused to sign any civilian letters. The people from the Ministry of Rites also persuaded him earnestly. Not only did the official family not see this letter, but they also waited for the future if they personally ruined their future.

"I didn't expect that the traitors were so arrogant that they dared to abandon the family rules of the ancestors who could not help but write to scholars to write to the story." Deng Su sighed.

"The clerks in the Secretariat are even more annoying. Not only do they not accept them, they also speak sarcastic. Even if they want to write a letter, they should be recruited by the Hebei scholars. For no reason, we either seek fame or slander people." Zhang Bing said in a deep voice. In fact, the words of the people in the Secretariat are ten times more unpleasant than this.

"One of the ten scholars who have fallen to the prefectures and counties is not left. Every family is mourning, and everyone is mourning. How could anyone come to the capital to take the exam?" Zhao Xingde's face turned pale. After the war and flood, there were corpses everywhere, people were displaced, beggars were crowded, and children were sold. There were many people who were crazy because their family was destroyed. He slapped the table and said in a deep voice: "You must not let the traitor cover the sky with one hand!"

"This is extremely true!" Cao Liangshi said, "If the fall of Hebei can be settled like this, how can justice exist? Where is the law of heaven?" The dozens of scholars from the Neo-Confucian Society here clamored and scolded, and the crowd was excited. Especially some from other places, if they saw corruption and violence in the prefectures, they could still deceive themselves, thinking that the court officials must not be like this. But when they arrived in the capital, they were like birds of a feather. They only felt that they had read the books of sages that had been in their lives for more than ten years, with the great world, the turbid currents rolling everywhere, and the thick clouds covered the sun, without any hope.

Chen Dong pondered: "This treacherous party is powerful in the court and blinds the holy hearing. How can he blind the ears and ears of the world? I want to expose the whole world to the whole world's chaos, so that those who still have conscience in the world can do their best. Please kill Tong Guan, the Ministry of Rites and other people who blind the holy hearing. Do you agree?"

All the scholars applauded. Many of the people in Beijing had written and revealed their posts, and some of them from other places were not afraid. Because Zhao Xingde was a witness of the Hebei incident, he wrote it. When everyone talked and thought about the words, they would definitely make the scholars and the people feel indignant and shameful. These dozens of people are the leaders of articles from all over the country. The effort of a few pots of wine was to read a thousand-word long article in one stroke.

Zhao Xingde read the official's revelation, and everyone made some modifications. Chen Dong said: "This official's revelation is a result of the sincere concerns among our colleagues. Everyone will copy dozens of copies and post them everywhere in the city to show the illusion of the traitor!"

Cao Liangshi said: "The eunuchs are in the capital, and it is not enough to just post in the capital. I want to pass on this man back to Jinghu Road, widely circulated and spread the traitors to the world! Other scholars from other places also advocated: "We also want to pass on this man back to Jiangnan Road." "The scholars from Liangzhe Road should be the best." "My Jingdong Road is indispensable." "The people on Huainan Road have been suffering from the traitors for a long time. If you reveal one, you will definitely attack them!"

"Wait!" Zhao Xingde said in a deep voice, and picked up the pen and added the following words. "The traitor wants to cover up his evil and abolish the national law. Those who have been taught by sages want to do their best. Seeing this, one should copy it into two, to show its uglyness and eliminate evil with righteousness. Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, and encourage it with the same path as the world."

Chen Dongdao: "Is it too few to copy only two copies?"

Zhao Xingde smiled and said, "No. One and two, two qualities give birth to four symbols, and everything in the world comes from here." All the scholars nodded and said, "It is not difficult to copy and post this public statement that if you only copy it twice and post it, it is not difficult. If you are determined to do your best, you will naturally spread it more.

Just as he was about to copy, Zhao Xingde suddenly remembered something and said, "Let's wait."

Everyone looked up at him and asked, "What else?"

Zhao Xingde sued a crime and said in a deep thought: "This disclosure will surely spread throughout the world. We are all newcomers, and we don't understand the taboos and laws of the court. In my opinion, before copying, we should privately ask some respected senior Qingliu to read this disclosure first and point out the inappropriate points."

Everyone fell silent. More than 2,000 scholars from the Neo-Confucian Society gathered here, all of whom were guilty and timid. But if there were flaws in their articles and were caught by traitors, it would be a big deal of the world. The more profound the articles, the more they knew the power of it, and nodded after hearing this. So after everyone discussed it, it was decided that Deng Su would present it to his master, Qin Hui, the chief censor, to review it, Zhang Bing, and Chen Dong would present it to him.

The chief inspector Shao Wu reviewed the censor, Zhu Sen, He Fang submitted the Gong Jie to Master Yang Shi, the Imperial College Supervisor, and Zhao Xingde presented the article to Chao Buzhi for review. These four people were all masters of literary masters, and were also slimly the leaders of new and old Qingliu officials. Gong Jie was recognized by these four people. On the one hand, he gathered the power of Qingliu in the court and the other hand, and on the other hand, with the skills of these four people, he left no flaws in the post. Even if the treacherous party had to find fault, he would not be able to come up with it.

When Zhao Xingde revealed the Duke to Chao Buzhi, Chao Buzhi looked at him as if he wanted to regain his usual gentle disciple.

"You really want to make this public statement public throughout the world?" He asked without believing it. In the past, the scholars of Bianjing rushed to the doors of the ministers and even did many shameless things, which made Chao Buzhi sigh that the scholars were getting worse. Unexpectedly, these young people who were not as good as Zhang Zifang's blows. In order to seek justice, they did not hesitate to bet on their own future and defeated Tong Guan, one of the most respected officials of the official family, who was far from their status.

Chao Buzhi pondered for a long time, and suddenly said to himself: "I forgot that the Neo-Confucian Society has also grown quite strong, right?"

"I dare not hide it from you, there are more than 2,000 gentlemen in the society."

"Yes." Chao Buzhi nodded slightly and sighed, "Unknown to me, another group of young people have been replaced."

He picked up the public disclosure of the Neo-Confucian Society, looked carefully twice, nodded, shook his head, and called Zhao Xingde to his side, and said softly: "It seems that there is something wrong here, and it is easy to be accompanied by allusions..." "Here, it is easy to be misinterpreted by traitors..." "Here, this writing is always disliked by officials..."

In the house of Master Yang Shi, the Imperial College Priest, He Fang and Zhu Sen stood respectfully, and did not dare to show off. It was a great luck that they could worship under the famous Yang Shi. They were always careful when they came to serve the old man, for fear of saying a wrong word or taking a wrong path. If the scholars of the Neo-Confucian Society thought that Yang Shi was the most famous Confucian master in the world, they would not miss him if they had the opportunity to ask him for review. These two people would never harass the gentleman with such shocking things.

Yang Shi was over 60 years old. He held the male enhancement and his right hand was covered with the old man's unique veins. He pressed his left hand on his knees and beat them one by one. He frowned and looked very slowly, almost word by word. Every time the old man's brow frowned, He Fang and Zhu Sen's heartbeat would be faster.

After a long time, Yang Shi put down his post and looked at the trembling disciple, and said in a deep voice: "This article does not seem to be the mental and artistic style of you, but also seems to be mixed with the guidance of others. Is it?" Although he was old, he has been cultivating his body and character for many years and is full of energy. If he doesn't speak, he will be buzzing. As soon as he speaks, Xiao Ran's temple on all four walls seems to be buzzing.

"What the sir said is. This article was written by my friend Zhao Xingde from the Neo-Confucian Society, and the gentleman in the society gave instructions from the side."

"Well, that's it." Yang Shi nodded slightly, put the post gently on the desk, and waved: "Let's come forward." He pointed to the post and said word by word: "The article was completed in one go, but several of the instructions were not yet transparent..."

He Fang and Zhu Sen came forward, listened to the Master's teachings, and secretly remembered what he said in his heart.

After the guidance was over, Yang Shi asked: "When this article goes out, everyone in the Neo-Confucian Society has become thorns in the eyes of traitors. At this moment, Your Majesty is surrounded by a group of small people, and a gentleman will have a worry for the future. Are you not afraid?"

He Fang and Zhu Sen looked at each other, and He Fang said, "If you have good hearts, you will never regret it even if you die nine times." Zhu Sen said, "It is a blessing for students to sacrifice their own self and be loyal to their great righteousness."

Yang Shi nodded, handed the post back to them, and said slowly: "You two can be called the true teachings of my Chengmen."

Chen Dong and Zhang Bing presented the letter to Shaowu, and Deng Su presented it to Qin Hui. These two are the mainstays of the Qingliu today. They have been in the officialdom for a long time. They have fought many lawsuits with others. They have moved to Tong Guan again to consolidate the major events of the Eastern Palace. They are full of spirits and read the letter to Shaowu several times and then point out and correct them one by one. In addition to the taboos of the court, there are many more party disputes, only targeting Tong Guan, so as not to mistakenly get the deputy. Several disciples recorded next to them have benefited a lot.

This post was also sent to the hands of Mr. Cai by someone who was interested.

Cai Jing finished reading it, put down the copy, and sighed: "A good article, but unfortunately the copywriter's calligraphy is too bad." He looked at the party members in the audience and smiled: "These young boys are getting more and more erratic."

"Master, should you arrest these troublemakers first?"

Cai Jing smiled and said, "The disciples have all their fame and fortune. I don't even say anything about the crime. Besides, they are not even writing books, but just posting articles everywhere to vent their anger. You should pay attention to this thing not to spread to the palace. How big can this small opening of the post be? The autumn examination is approaching, and the smoke will naturally disappear when the time comes." He paused, his eyes turned a little cold, "Record all the posts and posts of the posts, and it is rare to make them jump out by themselves."

Mr. Cai still closed his eyes to calm down. These scholars were completely unaware that the official family was best to be faced. If the letter was written, it would be acceptable. Now, the mischief of such a broken face was just a little bit directed to Prince Zhao Ke. Even if the Eastern Palace can be preserved, the official family lost face and held a grudge, and there would be no room for smooth things to do. Tong Guan's honor and disgrace, life and death, compared with the dispute between the Eastern Palace, was nothing more than a slight dust. The Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty was busy with all kinds of things and had too many worries. Only by relieving the worries of the Eastern Palace could he let go.
Chapter completed!