Keep walking along Guan Street, and you only need to walk five or six miles to see the imperial palace in Chang'an City.
Nearly half an hour later, Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding had already carried Dong Zhongshu to the entrance of the imperial city.
Zhang Qian used to wait for the prince here.
The two put down Dong Zhongshu's rattan chair, sent the greeting note written by Dong Zhongshu to the guard on duty in front, and then accompanied Dong Zhongshu outside to bask in the sun.
"Master, you seem to be homeless," Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice, "Did you really leave Chang'an City?"
"right!"
Dong Zhongshu nodded briefly in response.
"I always feel that this is not like your style of doing things," Zhang Xuezhou complained.
"Then what can I do?" Dong Zhongshu said with a bitter smile: "You can't let Shen Pei use the internal disputes within the sect to legally beat me to death!"
The state has national laws, families have family rules, and sects also have internal disputes within the sect.
The imperial court did not have sufficient binding force on many schools of thought, let alone use the imperial court system to govern sects.
Even if Dong Zhongshu is a court official, if the dispute within the clan leads to his death, it will eventually become a back-and-forth affair.
Dong Zhongshu was fortunate that the Confucian dispute was not as intense as other sects, and Shen Pei's status in the court was unstable at this time, so he did not appear ruthless when targeting him.
Although some ridicule is inevitable, it is good that he can leave Chang'an City safely.
Dong Zhongshu also waited for Confucianism to bloom.
He and Shen Pei had ideological disputes, but Dong Zhongshu hoped that the school to which he belonged would continue to grow stronger.
"Everyone will think that they are right and firmly believe in their own path..."
Dong Zhongshu murmured in his mouth, and it was not until the imperial guard who accepted the invitation hurried back that Dong Zhongshu raised his head.
"Your Majesty would like to see you, Dr. Dong please!"
The imperial guard looked at Dong Zhongshu, and then at the wicker chair where Dong Zhongshu was lying.
This made Dong Zhongshu finally get up with difficulty, pointed at Zhang Xuezhou, and then lay on Zhang Xuezhou's back.
"I'm sorry, I'm ill, so I have to be carried to the palace by my servants," Dong Zhongshu said: "If His Majesty has any blame, Zhongshu is willing to bear it and will never embarrass Chief Luo Weichang!"
"well!"
The guard sighed.
"Then Shen Peigong's attack is too harsh. Dr. Dong is easy to go!"
After nearly half a month, the palace guards apparently heard the news and learned that Dong Zhongshu and Shen Peigong had been severely damaged in their duel.
Dong Zhongshu was usually kind and polite, and there was a kind of partisanship within Confucianism, but if people outside of Confucianism were asked to make a choice, obviously few would choose Shen Peigong.
The imperial guard sighed, and then let Dong Zhongshu go.
It was not etiquette to carry Dong Zhongshu into the palace, but he could not let Dong Zhongshu crawl in.
Accordingly, it is inevitable to move forward behind Dong Zhongshu's back. Let the other party do this thing or do it yourself. This kind of thing that may involve violations is a good choice.
Keep walking along Guan Street, and after a few hundred meters you will see the tower at the entrance to the Royal Palace.
The city tower is more than 20 meters high, which is shorter than the outer wall of Chang'an City. However, the city gate is equipped with crossbows, and there are red-armored guards with bows and swords patrolling at all times. The guards are more than one level stricter than the outer city. .
"Don't look around, keep walking forward!"
Zhang Xuezhou felt several sharp rays of light shooting at him, and this aggressive gaze even made his skin crawl very quickly.
As if he noticed something, Dong Zhongshu warned him.
This made Zhang Xuezhou no longer dare to turn around and look around, but strode forward.
After passing through the Zhangcheng Gate, a eunuch came to guide the way, and Zhang Xuezhou only had to trot along with the eunuch.
"Your Majesty is at the East Palace!"
The eunuch mentioned in a low voice the area where the new emperor was, and quickly walked through the square inside the high crimson wall.
He did not lead the way to the huge building with double eaves and nine ridges that he saw, but turned a corner and entered a Langfang area.
By the time they passed several Langfangs with sword-wielding guards, the new emperor's voice could already be heard reciting.
Emperor Jing's funeral had not been long, and the new emperor was reciting a sad poem. Two more imperial guards were fighting swords more than 20 meters away from the new emperor, one attacking and one defending killing each other in a lively manner.
When Dong Zhongshu came, the new emperor raised his hand and asked the two guards to go down and rest.
"Dong Aiqing, are you here to complain to me?"
Looking at Dong Zhongshu being carried by Zhang Xuezhou, the new emperor's face was a little embarrassed, but also a little helpless.
When he welcomed Confucianists to the imperial court to seek leverage, Dong Zhongshu was the first to be unlucky.
This was a little different from what he imagined, but the new emperor had to bear it.
He could only comfort Dong Zhongshu with a few words.
If we use the power of Confucianism, some people's interests will inevitably be harmed.
"I have read your evaluation of the Shu County Academy. I think it is very good. I am thinking of setting up a Taixue as an academy in Chang'an City." The new emperor thought and compensated: "I hope Dr. Dong can make full use of his talents and establish a university in Taixue." The school teaches students from all over the country who come to study!”
"Your Majesty, I..." Dong Zhongshu coughed a few times, then leaned down from Zhang Xuezhou, covered his face and thanked him: "I am willing to serve the imperial court till my death!"
"Please get up quickly!"
Dong Zhongshu was quick to thank him, and the new emperor was also quick to lift Dong Zhongshu up.
As soon as the two hands touched, the new emperor felt Dong Zhongshu's poor body.
This made him frown slightly.
He couldn't care about the internal disputes within Confucianism, but Shen Peigong's actions were obviously a bit careless, which almost made Dong Zhongshu unable to take care of himself, and also caused major hidden dangers to Dong Zhongshu's health.
Feeling the broken body of Dong Zhongshu, the new emperor felt that Dong Zhongshu's strength was not enough.
Under such trauma, Dong Zhongshu was almost equal to a useless person.
He had no reason to feel more disgust towards Shen Peigong.
Dong Zhongshu was a person named by Emperor Jing, and the new emperor would obviously reuse him, but Shen Peigong had put Dong Zhongshu in this situation and asked him how to use him.
"Your Majesty, my body needs to be recuperated for a period of time. I came here to ask for leave from Your Majesty. I only hope to resume serving Your Majesty as soon as possible in the future," Dong Zhongshu said.
"Shen Pei wants to drive you out of Chang'an City?"
Dong Zhongshu did not complain, and the new emperor did not want to hear Dong Zhongshu's complaint, but both parties made the matter clear.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that Shen Peigong was unlucky.
No matter how polite and disciplined Shen Peigong was in his work, to bump into Dong Zhongshu, who was seriously ill, was almost like bumping into someone.
As long as Dong Zhongshu is forced to fight, the big problem with Dong Zhongshu will be revealed.
Shen Peigong may think that Dong Zhongshu's reputation is too great, and his strength and fame do not match up, while the new emperor may think that Shen Peigong is too ruthless, and his attack is so severe that Dong Zhongshu's body is almost scrapped.
This was a minister named by Emperor Jing, and even his uncle had speculated that it might be involved in a big way, and it also involved possible opportunities.
Correspondingly, the new emperor was indeed unhappy with Shen Peigong's behavior.
"I am seriously ill and want to go out to cultivate for a few years. I will read a book every day and clarify some cultivation techniques. Then I can return to Chang'an City to serve His Majesty," Dong Zhongshu said sincerely.
"Reading? What books are you reading?" the new emperor asked, frowning after thinking.
"With your majesty's permission, I would like to trade these years of work for an opportunity to enter the Secret Pavilion to read, and choose some of Huang Lao's health-preserving techniques and Legalist techniques to take a look," Dong Zhongshu implored.
"Why are you looking at Huang Lao's health-preserving techniques and Legalist techniques?" the new emperor asked casually.
"I am suffering from a difficult-to-treat physical illness, and I hope that Huang Lao's health-preserving techniques will heal my body. However, I am a little dissatisfied. I always think that I will defeat Shen Pei one day after my body recovers, so I want to study the legal laws. "Skills" Dong Zhongshu said.
"Your thoughts are quite direct!"
Dong Zhongshu just didn't have the words "I want revenge" written on his face.
The new emperor did not stop Dong Zhongshu.
He used Confucianism to contain many people in the court, but if he wanted Confucianism to become powerful, he really needed someone to control the Confucian school.
Dong Zhongshu is undoubtedly a person who is more suitable to disrupt the Confucian school, and he is also a more assured person.
This made him nod, and then agreed to Dong Zhongshu's request.
