The battle with Shen Peigong has been going on for more than half a month.
Dong Zhongshu was still lying on the wicker chair panting, while Shen Peigong, already strong, came to the door again.
Listening to the loud and angry voice outside the mansion, Dong Zhongshu knew very well that the other party's body had recovered.
"Shen Peigong, you are going too far!"
Dong Zhongshu propped up his body and replied with a solemn expression.
"Chang'an City only needs one Confucian leader!"
But an angry voice came from outside the mansion, which made Dong Zhongshu take a deep breath.
Obviously, Shen Peigong was quickly sorting out the contradictions within the Confucian school.
The Confucian school in Chang'an City only needs one voice, even if Dong Zhongshu has failed in the battle, or Dong Zhongshu has stayed behind closed doors.
The simplest way to solve the problem is to fight. The loser dies or withdraws from Chang'an City, but there is no such continuous connection.
"I can leave Chang'an City, and I will stay away while you are in Chang'an City, but..."
"I don't want to hear the word but!"
There was a needle hidden in Dong Zhongshu's words, but before he could put the needle in, Shen Peigong, who was shouting outside the mansion, had directly rejected what Dong Zhongshu wanted to say.
Either fight or leave.
Either lie down and leave Chang'an City, or leave Chang'an City on foot. Shen Peigong will only give these two options.
Confucianism entered the Han Dynasty court. This was the top opportunity for Confucianism to become the first among hundreds of schools of thought. Shen Peigong would never allow any surprises.
Great opportunities correspond to great risks. At this time, Confucianism only needs one voice.
He needs to stabilize the internal affairs first, rather than leading one side and having others join Dong Zhongshu's side.
Even if the number of people on Dong Zhongshu's side is small, it can't compare with how outsiders view it, and even encourages people from different factions to split the Confucian school.
"You should be grateful for the status given by the court!"
A few seconds later, Shen Peigong outside the mansion had given an ultimatum.
If it were not for the protection of the imperial doctor, Shen Peigong would not be the one who came to visit, and someone would be cruel to Dong Zhongshu while he was being nursed back to health.
But the matter had to be resolved, and the imperial court could not intervene in this formal leadership dispute within Confucianism.
As long as Dong Zhongshu continues to persevere, Dong Zhongshu will be seriously injured and unable to recover from these battles.
"I'm going to say goodbye to His Majesty today!"
"Now!"
Dong Zhongshu sighed and agreed, but Shen Peigong outside the mansion did not give Dong Zhongshu any buffer time.
This made Dong Zhongshu look around the newly renovated mansion, and then slowly closed his eyes.
"I am weak now, you carry me to the palace," Dong Zhongshu whispered.
As if he knew Zhang Xuezhou's temperament, Dong Zhongshu added in a low voice.
"It's good!"
Dong Zhongshu's end was simply terrible. Zhang Xuezhou originally thought that the internal fighting within the Yin Yang family was very strange, but the fight between the masters in the Yiji River Holy Land was even more ruthless, and there were also things going wrong with the Shi Jiao School. He didn't expect that the same was true within the Confucian school. .
This made Zhang Xuezhou feel very balanced.
Obviously, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and no matter which school you belong to, there will be more or less contradictions.
He felt sad and could not help but feel the same as Dong Zhongshu.
If Dong Zhongshu needs him to send him out of Chang'an, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can send him away.
But Dong Zhongshu asked Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding to be sent to the palace, which made him hesitate a little.
It was obvious that Zhang Xuezhou was still a little wary of the imperial palace after just talking about Emperor Jing's affairs.
When Dong Zhongshu's words "It's good" popped out of his mouth, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Dong Zhongshu is not a big shot who likes to paint cakes. If Dong Zhongshu is to say there are benefits, then there will indeed be benefits, even rare benefits, and they will be suitable for Zhang Xuezhou.
Zhang Xuezhou thought about his stable luck, made some calculations in his mind, and finally bit the bullet and agreed.
Without the support of noble people, his trip to the palace would not have many benefits.
But the most noble people in the palace were the nobles. Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could try his luck. If any of the nobles went blind, he would still have a chance to exist.
He called to Rong Tianding, and the two cousins worked together to lift up the wicker chair where Dong Zhongshu was lying.
"Why, I can't even sit in the carriage!"
Outside Dong's Mansion, Shen Peigong was sitting on the carriage, and a curtain blocked his face.
But looking through the light-transmitting curtains, one can still see the figure of an old man in Confucian robes playing with a spiritual jade in his hand.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the other party's carriage whose wheels were wrapped with cattail leaves, and then at Wei Qing who was helping to drive the carriage. He glanced at it and quickly looked away.
Comparing people to each other is obviously infuriating. They are now a comparison between the poor people in the countryside and the rich people in the city. The key is that Dong Zhongshu is ridiculed by the other party. He seems to live in a big house. Dong Zhongshu's pocket is cleaner than his face, so he can only use them. This manpower helped carry them to the palace.
"It's your reward!"
A gold ingot was thrown out of the carriage and dropped on Dong Zhongshu's wicker chair.
Dong Zhongshu looked at the gold ingot for a few seconds, and then took it with a calm expression.
"This mansion belongs to you. You can return it to me whenever you leave Chang'an City. Consider this ingot of gold as reward," Dong Zhongshu said.
"I thought you were going to give me this mansion," Shen Peigong sneered.
"I am willing to give it away, but you must also have the ability to be accepted by others." Dong Zhongshu said: "The new person who lives next to my mansion is Guan Fu. It is said that he will also be reused by the court. What bothers him the most is people like you. He will definitely not The Neighborhood Negotiation is approved in the Internal Affairs Bureau!"
"That reckless man isn't..."
"Who are you calling a reckless person? You Confucian people just like to talk nonsense. Shen Peigong, don't look at your age. If you offend me, I will slap you twice!"
Before Shen Peigong finished complaining about Guan Fu, a rough voice came from the mansion next to Dong Zhongshu.
"Be more honest when you live next to me from now on. Don't force me to climb over the wall in the middle of the night and stab you!"
"I don't live here!"
Shen Peigong replied with a livid face.
Dong Zhongshu's counterattacks were often subtle. He humiliated Dong Zhongshu with a piece of gold, but Shen Peigong did not have the guts to accept the right to live in a mansion offered by Dong Zhongshu.
The one who is horizontal is afraid of being stunned, and the one who is stunned is afraid of losing his life.
Shen Peigong was in a bad mood, while Guan Fu was stunned and desperate.
The beating Guan Fu mentioned was a real beating, and he was definitely capable of the stabbing. Such a vicious person has no taboo in his mind about the consequences.
Moreover, the opponent is very powerful and belongs to the magical power realm warrior. It is normal for him to be beaten half to death if he challenges him up close and crosses levels.
How could Shen Peigong know when Guan Fu was in a bad mood or when he was offended? Even when he was in a bad mood and wanted to vent his anger, he might find someone to vent his anger on.
Such people often end badly when they lose power, but they crush everything when they gain power.
If he wanted to live next to Guan Fu's mansion, Shen Peigong felt that he was the longevity star and hanged himself because he thought his life was too long.
He snorted coldly, and when more than ten people in Guanfu's residence heard the cold snorts in unison, Shen Peigong quickly waved his hand forward, signaling Wei Qing to drive away from this unlucky place.
