Zhang Xuezhou does have the idea of changing his place of residence, and he does things relatively quickly.
The laws of the Han Dynasty were different from reality. Normally, it would be fine if you didn't cause trouble. If you really caused trouble, it would involve punishments such as implication and implication.
Regardless of whether he was involved in anything or whether he was an upright person, as long as he was identified as an accomplice, the investigators would rather kill him by mistake than let him go.
Some people are living well, but then lose their heads for no apparent reason.
Zhang Xuezhou heals people's injuries these days, and he often listens to the gossip in Chang'an City.
Controls were extremely strict when it came to the funeral of Emperor Jing. This caused many people to discuss a lot about obeying the law. Many content that sounded threatening was constantly extended, which also made Zhang Xuezhou extremely cautious.
"The less trouble, the better!"
After settling the bill in advance at the guest house at a loss of ten and a half taels, Zhang Xuezhou also took Rong Tianding into the crowd, moving along with the funeral crowd on the street.
Occasionally, he would meet one or two young generals who had been healed. These people would touch the bodies of their colleagues to remind them, and they could not help but look regretful.
The Northern Army is not a place where anyone can go, and Chang'an City is not a place where Northern Army soldiers can come whenever they want. Spending a small amount of money to hire a military doctor with such a profound level of spiritual practice for treatment is obviously a luxury.
But the Northern Army's affairs have indeed been completed.
As the mourners in charge of the funeral ceremony continued to move forward, rows of prison vans followed behind them, involving thousands of dejected faces, and the procession stretched very far.
These people were fixed on the prison cart with torture instruments. Their limbs looked limp, and they had obviously experienced extremely rough beatings.
During the parade, many people threw stones and tiles, and some people were beaten to death on prison cars.
"We in Chang'an City have eliminated another group of rebels who are against the imperial court!"
"What do you think are going on in these people's heads?"
"Our soldiers are fighting in the front, and they are causing trouble in the rear. They don't even spare the late emperor's funeral. Their intentions are to be punished!"
"I know that traitor. He says every day that this country is good and that country is good, but our Han country is not good!"
"That's the Second Young Master of the Lu family. He studied at some school for a while. He didn't master his skills, but his brain has changed!"
"kill him!"
"After the late emperor is buried, he will definitely be able to suppress the dead souls of these madmen!"
"Buried with..."
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There were many discerning people among the people watching the excitement. Zhang Xuezhou heard a lot of things while walking.
This obviously pulled out a lot of nails.
Regardless of whether the charges were big or small or even non-existent, or they were just talking words, these people were caught in one round. It was almost impossible for them to survive after this parade, and they would even be buried as sacrifices in Emperor Jing's tomb.
The imperial court had a very good time to punish this group of people, and it was difficult for the punishment to arouse any criticism during the funeral of Emperor Jing.
This made Zhang Xuezhou take a breath of air-conditioning and felt that he and Rong Tianding were lucky and were not unlucky enough to wade into such muddy water.
"Who is that person?"
As he continued to move along the street, he got closer and closer to the group of high-ranking officials mourning the imperial court.
Most officials in the imperial court had to see them off along the street, and only a few had the privilege of carriages and horses.
Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the court officials wearing official hats on the carriage. When he saw an old man with gray linen wrapped around his head, he couldn't help but be surprised.
The rank of Han Dynasty court officials depends only on their hats. The more gorgeous the hat, the higher the corresponding official rank.
There is obviously no official position in wearing a piece of linen to tie the head, but the old man was riding in a carriage among the funeral crowd, and the carriage wheels were even wrapped with cattail leaves, which made him look unique.
The person Zhang Xuezhou was questioning was not Rong Tianding, but a knowledgeable Changan person on the street.
But this insight is obviously not possessed by ordinary people. It was not until Zhang Xuezhou asked more than ten people that anyone made a guess.
"That one seems to be Duke Shen, the leader of the Confucian school!"
"It's him?"
Zhang Xuezhou had heard of the name of Shen Pei, the leader of the Confucian school, due to Dong Zhongshu's introduction.
This is also the opponent who plays opposite Dong Zhongshu.
"It seems that Master Dong will have a difficult time in the future!"
Zhang Xuezhou's bad luck was eliminated, but Dong Zhongshu obviously was not.
Shen Pei's current courtesy was extremely high, which proved that the court was prepared to reuse him.
It is impossible to reuse Dong Zhongshu if Shen Pei is reused, and Dong Zhongshu may even encounter suppression from Shen Pei.
Continuously searching along the line of funeral officials, Zhang Xuezhou also found Dong Zhongshu, who looked pale.
"Why does Dr. Dong look so bad? Is he crying too much?"
Standing in the crowd, Zhang Xuezhou raised his hand and waved to Dong Zhongshu.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't like to associate with unlucky people, but Dong Zhongshu was obviously an exception, especially since the other party had obtained the Huangsha Sect's secret scroll Huangsha Technique, so Zhang Xuezhou had to learn from Dong Zhongshu.
In addition, he also has Yang Soul Transformation Technique to share, and also involves black and white horses, silkworm cloth and other objects that need Dong Zhongshu to inspect.
This is the person with the most trustworthy character and high cultivation level that Zhang Xuezhou knows at the moment, and Zhang Xuezhou is willing to keep making friends with him.
If Dong Zhongshu has a way to contact the Holy Mother of Wudang, the other party can also go to the big cauldron to wash away his bad luck.
Zhang Xuezhou's vigorous wave made many officials look at each other, and Dong Zhongshu was no exception.
He opened his mouth, made a gesture to Zhang Xuezhou with his finger, and then silently followed the funeral group.
Zhang Xuezhou was still alive and kicking at this time, but Dong Zhongshu was walking on thin ice in the court.
When Shen Peigong came to visit him for a fight, he almost suspected that the new emperor wanted to send him to be buried with Emperor Jing.
"Cough cough cough!"
The uncontrollable cough made Dong Zhongshu look pale again. He took out a piece of white cloth and wiped it. When he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, the discomfort in his heart subsided.
"I have to let Dongfang Shuo treat my internal injuries, and then I have to take the initiative to recognize the color and submit a letter to the court to recuperate for a few years!"
As long as he thought of the piece of spiritual jade held in Shen Peigong's hand, Dong Zhongshu had no idea of fighting again.
In the Confucian dispute, he was obviously the loser.
The new emperor planned to re-appoint Shen Peigong, but he was also completely defeated in the court.
Although he has three thousand disciples, as long as Shen Peigong is sitting in the high hall, his disciples will turn around and join Shen Peigong's command without hesitation.
For many disciples, as long as they belong to the Confucian sect, their conversion does not violate the sect's philosophy, and the Confucian concept of a master as a teacher makes the great Confucians lack strong restraint and cannot restrict their own disciples.
The injuries suppressed by Li Guang recurred due to fighting skills, and his disciples switched sides. Dong Zhongshu, who was scattered after the tree fell and the hozen was scattered, was almost considered a traitor.
Dong Zhongshu took a deep breath and felt that he had reached the lowest point in his life. Except for death, he could not reach the lowest point.
He is a loser.
Dong Zhongshu walked along the long street, his mind was in a trance, and he almost wanted to change his wish in the "Grave Sutra".
He whispered.
While reciting the words, Dong Zhongshu felt the earth surge, and he seemed to be stepping on the golden dragon's body.
The shaking sensation of riding a dragon came, and Dong Zhongshu felt his body shaking extremely uncomfortably.
There was a sweet taste in his mouth, and two streams of blood spurted out from his nostrils.
"Dr. Dong fainted with grief!"
When exclamations came from around him, Dong Zhongshu was still in a trance, stepping on the golden dragon and running continuously.
He felt like there was something extra in his body.
His wish to recite the tomb sutra seems to be coming true.
But if you ask Dong Zhongshu where this sign appears, it is difficult for him to detect it at the moment.
