"You have left Chang'an City. Will the imperial court still retain your position? Guild Shenpei will not replace you as an official!"
Dong Zhongshu overturned once, and then overturned again and again, and his situation was so rough that Zhang Xuezhou even sighed.
If Dong Zhongshu was one of those who would rather break than bend, he would have died a year ago before Shen Peigong fought.
The character of being able to bend and stretch has also allowed Dong Zhongshu to survive until now.
Seeing that the other party was about to leave Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but sigh a little.
"My doctorate position is a false one, and Shen Peigong doesn't like it." Dong Zhongshu said: "He is a person who wants to do things, and he should ask for a position of real power from His Majesty."
"Prime Minister?"
"Your Majesty can't give it!"
"Doctor Yushi?"
"It's okay to let him take this kind of position. I'm afraid all the civil and military officials in the imperial court will be replaced by him after being interviewed!"
"Too often?"
"It is possible that he may be granted the title of Jiuqing, but if His Majesty's palace is deeper, he may be under the title of Jiuqing!"
"Why under Jiuqing?"
"If you can get all the official titles in one go, what will Shen Pei Gong be granted after his great achievements?"
Dong Zhongshu shook his head, and when he saw the extremely upright old man at the city gate, he quickly stopped talking, then patted Zhang Xuezhou on the shoulder and motioned for Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding to carry him over.
"Brother Gongsun!"
There were still more than two meters apart, and Dong Zhongshu had already raised his hands in salute.
"Zhongshu, alas!"
Dong Zhongshu is a very observant person. It is not difficult to imagine that Dong Zhongshu can sit on a wicker chair and salute.
"Shen Pei was too cruel," the old man said.
"No, this is my own problem," Dong Zhongshu shook his head.
"You always excuse others like this," the old man sighed.
"Brother Gongsun's words really upset me. This is indeed my own problem!"
Dong Zhongshu explained again and again, and when he introduced Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding to the old man, the old man stopped sighing.
"Gongsun Hong, the elder of our Confucian school is also an evergreen tree in the imperial court!"
"Dongfang Shuo, the future great scholar!"
“Rong Tianding’s talent is evident!”
Dong Zhongshu introduced it very briefly, but explained it clearly to everyone.
At least Gongsun Hong did not treat them as servants, but bowed and saluted. This also made Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding get off their wicker chairs and return the salute.
"Zhongshu, where are you going after leaving Chang'an City?"
Dong Zhongshu recommended Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding, obviously hoping that Gongsun Hong would take care of them when he had the opportunity.
When Gongsun Hong responded, he couldn't help but be concerned about where Dong Zhongshu was going and when he would be able to return to Chang'an.
"Maybe go back to Guangchuan, maybe go to Huainan, or maybe go to Liang for a walk!"
Dong Zhongshu's itinerary was not a secret to Zhang Xuezhou and others. If he wanted to find out the books he read in the Secret Pavilion, Dong Zhongshu needed to use the Wenying Pavilion of the Huainan Palace, and there were many monks who were good at Dharma gathered in Liang Garden, which could also have positive benefits. Discussion of nature to facilitate mutual communication.
But if we were to say that Dong Zhongshu's first place to stay after leaving Chang'an City was the slums outside Chang'an City.
Firstly, Dong Zhongshu needed Zhang Xuezhou to recite the ancient texts he had obtained for transcribing them, and secondly, Dong Zhongshu wanted to find the place Zhang Xuezhou mentioned to remove bad luck.
It is no different from Zhang Xuezhou's mentality after enduring bad luck one after another. He does not seek great luck, but only seeks safety and strives to survive this disaster.
When people are lucky, they believe that everything is the result of their own efforts, but when they are desperate, they will pray for the blessing of fate.
Dong Zhongshu's ideological changes have been very significant in recent years, even better than Zhang Xuezhou's.
The group of people chatted quietly at the city gate. After the gate guards came to invite people politely, Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding carried Dong Zhongshu out of the city gate.
Only Gongsun Hong was well-informed and generous enough to see Dong Zhongshu off. Some Confucian scholars stood in the distance, wanting to say goodbye to Dong Zhongshu but fearing being squeezed out by other Confucian scholars.
Those who came here knew very well that Dong Zhongshu lost the battle for the Confucian school.
Dong Zhongshu, who lost, was still a great Confucian scholar, but many Confucian scholars were in Chang'an City just to rise to prominence, so it was not difficult to make a choice accordingly.
Those who have already obtained an official position in the imperial court are fine. For example, they can only benefit from being an official after Shen Peigong becomes powerful and recommends them to each other.
If someone mentions that they still have Dong Zhongshu in their hearts, I am afraid that Shen Peigong will not use them because of lack of manpower.
The bustling Dong Mansion in the past has finally declined, and it is obvious that the tea is cold when people leave.
But Dong Zhongshu's mentality is still very good.
"I used to give lectures while hanging a curtain, and many people didn't even recognize my face. It's normal that there weren't many people when I said goodbye!"
"This is too little. You have thousands of students but only one sixty-year-old man!"
"Maybe they don't know?"
"I think Shen Peigong's words should be widely publicized in Confucianism. Everyone's news is passed from person to person, so there is no way they don't know about your situation!"
"It's just a farewell. We don't feel happy because of external things, nor should we feel sad because of external things!"
Dong Zhongshu shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind such a thing.
He won't have any more farewells because of these people, nor will he have any less because these people didn't come to see them off.
He is just Dong Zhongshu, and he is only himself. These external emotions cannot affect him.
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's small appearance, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help but teach Zhang Xuezhou a few words, asking Zhang Xuezhou to live his life and not care about other people's opinions.
"You don't feel happy because of foreign objects? Then do you still want to find that foreign object that can remove bad luck?"
But Dong Zhongshu's indifferent attitude was quickly overturned by Zhang Xuezhou.
"I want it!"
Dong Zhongshu felt that Zhang Xuezhou was either a bully, or that this guy's life was too weak for him, causing him to repeatedly borrow the opponent's strength.
"We always have some good friends and intimates in our lives, and there are also some important things related to our lives. This kind of joy and sorrow still exists," Dong Zhongshu explained again: "But we don't need to care about the intrusion of those irrelevant people!"
After adding the premise and definition again, Dong Zhongshu felt that the statement should be more complete, and it would save this guy from looking for trouble.
"My master is only so happy when he is with his cousin. He is so boring when he is with me. He can't say a word for a long time," Rong Tianding interrupted from behind.
"I think you are the kind of irrelevant person that Master said," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"It makes me a little sad to say that!"
"well!"
Those who were looking for trouble could find it no matter what. Dong Zhongshu sighed and finally gave up trying to reason with people like Zhang Xuezhou.
He had no choice but to use "I'm tired, let's lie down for a while" as an escape to prevent this guy from getting too distracted by the topic.
But when he closed his eyes and rested his mind, Dong Zhongshu did feel a little more energetic and felt less aggrieved.
"Confucianism Yongchang!"
He whispered.
Remembering that he stepped on the golden dragon when reciting the tomb sutra, Dong Zhongshu did not know whether the tomb sutra had begun to realize his wish, and whether Shen Peigong could take this opportunity to revitalize Confucianism in the Han Dynasty.
Obviously, Dong Zhongshu did not add a specific subject when realizing his wish, and what he asked for was too meager, making it difficult to determine whether the wish can be realized.
And he also had a question in his mind. If he could achieve the glory of Confucianism with the help of the Tomb Sutra, why did the Huang-Lao School, which founded the Tomb Sutra, fail to achieve lasting glory.
