Rules are never written on paper, but are spread by word of mouth between people and the subconscious rules of society.
If it is written on paper, it is etiquette and must be followed.
And the rules can often be ignored.
It’s just whether the price required is acceptable.
Shui Sannian felt that he could accept the price of breaking the rules.
After all, he is the most trusted disciple of Shan Yongnian, the envoy of Taiyuan Hospital, and he is now the deputy envoy of Taiyuan Hospital.
Shan Yongnian, the envoy in the hospital, is now focusing on the subsequent medical effects of allicin and the penicillin that was able to wake up the prince. He has completely given up other work in the hospital.
As a result, Shui Sannian became the nominal talker of Taiyuan Hospital.
Doctor.
At any time, it is a class with special meaning and status.
Blessed by the continuous production of allicin from the Royal Manufacturing Factory.
Today, the status of doctors in Taiyuan Hospital has risen to a higher level.
Therefore, the current Shui Sanyan was very rude and refused to treat the injured Neo-Confucian disciples on the grounds that he could only treat the wounded in the Book and Newspaper Bureau due to lack of manpower.
The so-called benevolence of doctors actually does not exist in Tai Hospital in many cases.
Official doctors also need to pay attention to some rules.
Therefore, Shui Sanian has now broken the rules of doctors' benevolence and chosen to abide by political rules.
"I've given you allicin. Don't move this arm in the near future, otherwise the sutures will split."
Shui Sannian was wearing a white robe, and told Tang Keke, who was lying in the front yard of the newspaper office, that this dress was a change made by his grandson after discussing it in the hospital.
Tang Keke, who looks tall and thick, is very proud today.
The wound on his entire left arm was covered in blood, which made him feel that he was enough to look down upon the scholars in Yingtian City.
After looking at the water for three years and nodding to show that he understood the doctor's instructions, Tang Keke looked down at the dense stitches on his left arm.
The blood at the wound had been cleaned up by some Laoshizi antiseptic water that always wanted to be poured into his stomach, with the smell of burning alcohol, and then applied with allicin, which made his left arm faint all day long. Somewhat hot feeling.
A low-level apprentice from the Taiyuan Hospital took out a strip of cloth that was almost torn from new cloth and began to wrap it around his arm.
Tang Keke raised his head and looked at Shui Sanyan, who was frowning and staring outside the newspaper office.
"This suturing technique was also passed down to the Taiyuan Hospital by my grandson?"
After asking, Tang Keke wanted to reach out and move the sutures, but was slapped away by the apprentice who was bandaging him.
Shui Sanyoun smiled and said: "This technique was developed by the grandson and the envoy of the hospital together. You should be careful. The threads used today are not very good. If it falls apart, you will have to be sutured again."
Tang Keke became honest.
However, Xie Jin came from the side, leaning on his waist and hunched over, grinning in pain: "Jie Jin would like to thank the envoy from the Shuiyuan for the rescue. I wonder if the envoy from the Shuiyuan can heal the students outside."
Shui Sannian frowned and looked at Jie Jin, wanting to say something, but in the end he shook his head silently and waved his hand to the outside: "The Jin Yiwei has arrived, and things outside have become a mess. I am too hospital to interfere."
As soon as Shui Sanannian finished speaking, Xie Jin saw a group of Tiqi from the Imperial Guard appearing outside the newspaper office.
A small flag officer of the Imperial Guard walked to the door of the Books and Newspapers Bureau, stretched his head and took a look inside, and then bowed his hands towards the inside.
Xie Jin knew that the person was not paying tribute to him.
A man who walks in the Wenhua Palace and is a bachelor of the Imperial Academy will not be looked down upon by the Jin Yiwei.
Shui Sannian nodded and shouted to the flag officer of Jinyiwei: "I have seen it at the Imperial Hospital. They are all fractures of hands and feet, or injuries on the surface of the body, and there are few internal injuries. Jinyiwei should be able to cure these injuries." of."
The little flag officer hummed, turned around and frowned at the Neo-Confucian students everywhere, as well as the nearly a thousand students who had been surrounded and detained by the army guards.
The flag official said: "I, Jin Yi Wei Zhao Prison, am used to treating people."
After finishing speaking, the man turned around and shouted to the surrounding Jin Yiwei: "The governor has ordered that students here who fight in private and have a bad influence will be sent to Zhao Prison."
Outside the book and newspaper office, there was a sound of promises.
Afterwards, those Jin Yiwei Tiqi didn't care whether the injuries on the students on the ground were serious or not. Those who could walk walked by themselves, and those who couldn't walked dragged them to the Jin Yiwei Yamen on the other side of Baihu Street.
The root of the east city wall is not far from Baihu Street, so no one can die.
However, the little flag never left.
Instead, he took a step forward and stood in front of the threshold stone of the Books and Newspapers Bureau.
So, Shui Sannian turned to look at Jie Jin, whose waist was twisted: "The rest is up to Bachelor Jie to deal with."
Jie Jin nodded, held his waist and walked forward with a grin and bared teeth.
When he arrived in front of the little flag officer of Jinyiwei, Xie Jin wanted to salute, but the other party stepped forward and waved his hand: "Scholar Xie has worked hard today, I'll just talk about it later."
Jie Jin opened his mouth, looked at the other party's obsessed face, and nodded: "Okay."
The flag official said: "Today is a private fight between students in Yingtian City. I wonder what Bachelor Xie thinks about this?"
Jie Jin silently looked back at the person lying in the front yard and nodded: "That's it."
The flag officer continued: "Since it is a private fight, it means you will be fined or whipped. I wonder what Bachelor Xie thinks?"
Jie Jin's eyes widened, but he quickly lost his temper and continued to nod: "This is the law of the Ming Dynasty."
The flag officer continued: "Even if it is a fight, both sides must win. We also asked Bachelor Jie to assist the Jin Yiwei, which completed the Jin Yiwei's rules."
When did Jin Yiwei have any rules?
Jie Jin glanced at the flag officer of Jinyiwei hesitantly. Jinyiwei has never been a place where rules were followed, but today he had to take the people who were fighting back to Jinyiwei.
This made him somewhat reluctant.
"The Book and Newspaper Bureau is the one that suffered today..."
As soon as Xie Jin opened his mouth, Jinyiwei Xiaoqiuan waved his hand to interrupt him.
The flag official looked at Xie Jin calmly and said in a cold voice: "Jinyiwei is here to fetch someone today. I also ask Bachelor Jie not to obstruct him. I also don't want to refuse, which would be a loss of favor for everyone."
This is to explain Jin's intention to hand over people.
Both sides must give enough love.
Xie Jin clenched his fists and glared angrily at the little flag officer of the Jinyiwei outside the threshold of the book and newspaper office.
The other party was calm and calm, staring at him.
"I!"
A shout rang out, and Xie Jin turned around and saw Tang Keke lying on the stretcher, raising his newly bandaged left arm as if he was dazed.
A trace of blood seeped out from under the cloth strips.
Tang Keke crossed Xie Jin and said in a deep voice to the flag officer of Jinyiwei: "I'm going to Jinyiwei."
The little flag officer of the Jinyiwei also gave Tang Keke a deep look: "Okay."
Immediately, two uniformed guards walked in from outside the newspaper office and lifted the stretcher under Tang Keke one after another.
Jie Jin hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and turned back to glare at the flag officer: "Today is a matter for the Book and Newspaper Bureau. If you want to go to Jin Yiwei, you have to be my own officer!"
As he spoke, Jie Jin pulled away and blocked the stretcher behind him, blocking it with his hands and facing the flag officer.
The little flag official's eyes darkened and he whispered: "Xie Xie, you are a member of the Wenhua Palace and you are involved in political affairs. My grandson needs you."
Tang Keke also held Jie Jin's sleeve on the stretcher: "Sir, the student is going to Jinyiwei. I want to go to Jinyiwei Zhao Prison. The student has just experienced this in vain."
Even Shui Sansan, who was lagging behind, couldn't help but step forward and whispered: "Let him go, he will be fine."
Is it really going to be okay?
Jie Jin stared at the little flag officer of the Jin Yiwei who was looking at him coldly in front of him.
Finally, he let out a long sigh, then turned to look at Tang Keke: "Go ahead. If something happens in Jinyiweizhao Prison, I will seek justice for you!"
At this moment, Xie Jin no longer cared about the strictness and status of the Jin Yiwei, and directly hinted at the Jin Yiwei Tiqi and the small flag officer present.
The flag officer hummed twice and waved his hand: "Go back to the Yamen!"
After a while, in front of the newspaper office, there was no one else except the Yingtianfu police officer and the Shangyuan County police officer who had arrived late and were guarding the door.
Jie Jin groaned in pain from his waist.
Shui Sannian took out a small jar from his arms and stuffed it into Xie Jin's hand: "When I came here, I thought there would be bruises and sprains. This is a prescription passed down from my family. I apply it on it every day before going to bed. Just a few moments of gentle rubbing will do the trick.”
Jie Jin stuffed the small jar into his arms and held it in front of the water for three years.
Seeing that the medical officers of the Imperial Hospital in front of the newspaper office had almost finished treating the injured, he said, "We have envoys from the Labor and Water Hospital today."
"It's just a little effort."
Xie Jin said: "It's just..."
Shui Sannian narrowed his eyes and looked at Jie Jin: "Those people in Zhao Prison will be fine. Jin Yiwei also has doctors. Although their skills are not as good as those of our hospital, they are still sufficient."
After finishing speaking, Shui Sannian shook his head at Jie Jin, said no more, and led the people from Taiyuan Hospital out of the newspaper office.
Even Jin Yiwei defined this conflict as a private fight today, so there was no need for him to come here to treat the injured since he was in a hospital.
However, this scholar is still a good person after all, with a kind heart.
But can such a person really become a saint of the mind?
Shui Sannian felt that he needed to go to the laboratory at the pharmaceutical factory and find his master Shan Yongnian to have a good discussion about this orthodoxy dispute that affected the entire Ming Dynasty and how their doctors should deal with it.
Not to mention the conflict between Confucianism and orthodoxy in the third year of Shui Dynasty, which triggered thinking about the position of doctors.
In the bookstore, Xie Jin looked worriedly at the injured in the hospital, as well as the uninjured people who were inclined towards spiritual learning brought by Sun Qingshu and Hu Wenhai.
He snorted coldly and called Sun Qingshu and Hu Wenhai, who also worked in the book and newspaper bureau.
Sun Qingshu was older. He was not a student of the Imperial College, but he had studied for many years. However, he failed the entrance examination many times, so he stayed in Yingtian and never returned home.
Hu Wenhai was younger and was a supervisor of the Imperial College like Tang Keke and others.
Jie Jin looked at the two of them and snorted again: "Who told you to call people over! Originally, those people were the ones who made a move, and it was only us who were beaten, but morally we have the upper hand. One issue of the newspaper can splash a lot of ink here!”
Hu Wenhai was a young man after all, and he was a little timid at Xie Jin's anger. He lowered his head and tugged on Sun Qingshu's sleeve.
Sun Qingshu rolled his eyes and whispered: "It's Tang Keke."
"Tang..." Jie Jin suddenly became speechless. He was about to turn around, but because of the sprain in his waist, he lost his voice in pain. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and looked at the door of the newspaper office: "Shuzi! Shuzi!"
Bachelor Xie's roar rang out in the newspaper office.
Everyone fled after hearing the news.
"Sir, maybe today is an opportunity for us, I don't know."
Suddenly, a slightly gloomy voice came from behind Xie Jin.
This time Jie Jin followed suit and turned around slowly, only to see Gao Yangzhi standing behind him with his head bowed and his hands clasped together.
Jie Jin frowned: "Why do you say this?"
Gao Yangzhi raised his head to look at Xie Jin and said softly: "The people from Jinyiwei said that today's chaos in the Book and News Bureau was just a private fight. They were sure of it without any hesitation."
Jie Jin's brows furrowed more and more, his brows narrowed, and after a moment he said, "Your Majesty... or even your Majesty... know what happened in the city today?"
Gao Yangzhi nodded: "Without the approval of the great grandson or His Majesty, Jin Yiwei would not have determined what happened today so seemingly arbitrarily."
Jie Jin nodded, put his hand on Gao Yangzhi's shoulder, and motioned for him to help him sit down.
After sitting down, Xie Jin said: "The matter will not rise above the court."
Gao Yangzhi was still standing and whispered: "Sir, look, is anyone dead today?"
Xie Jin shook his head.
Gao Yangzhi continued: "No one died. Yingtian Mansion and Shangyuan County could not interfere in this matter. The Procuratorate, the Ministry of Punishment, and Dali Temple had no excuse to interfere. The Jin Yiwei took action at this time. This matter was a private fight between students. .”
Jie Jin gradually fell silent.
Then he slowly turned his head and looked at the tall imperial city wall not far away.
With a long sigh, Xie Jin looked a little exhausted and whispered: "Previously, the grandson told me that matters of inner learning should not be left in the court. Now it seems that I should give up the reliance I originally thought of."
Gao Yangzhi nodded: "Actually, the fact that your majesty and grandson are no longer in the city today is already the greatest affirmation for you. However, the dispute over orthodoxy is inherently dangerous, and it is the best choice for the royal family and the court not to participate. "
Xie Jin sighed: "This road is long, when will it stop?"
Gao Yangzhi responded: "Although this road is long, I have many close friends."
Later, Gao Yangzhi explained: "At present, with the publication of the first issue of the newspaper and newspaper bureau, although the angry situation we imagined has appeared among the scholars, many people have begun to awaken and begin to Thinking about what is Confucianism, what is a scholar, what is the study of mind, what is Neo-Confucianism. Some people even began to cry out, how should the world be governed."
"Students believe that as long as we master the words of heart study, the day that the teacher is looking forward to will finally be seen."
Jie Jin unexpectedly raised his head and looked at Gao Yangzhi, his eyes deep and calm: "What do you want?"
Gao Yangzhi smiled slightly and met Xie Jin's gaze: "Students only hope to learn from the master."
After several inspections.
Jie Jin laughed slowly.
"You, Tang Keke and others are my students."
Then, Gao Yangzhi also laughed out loud.
…
"Did anyone die today?"
In the dark house, a figure like Mo Hu sat on a chair, staring at Liu Jingxing, a student from Huguang who appeared in front of the book and newspaper office today.
Liu Jingxing swallowed the spit, bowed and said in a low voice: "No one was killed. We, the Neo-Confucian disciples, injured hundreds of people, and many people were injured on the opposite side. Now, the Neo-Confucian disciples are all imprisoned in Jinyiweizhao Prison, and there are only a few people in the Book and Newspaper Bureau. An Imperial College student named Tang Keke was imprisoned."
"Zhao Prison..." A voice came from the darkness: "Since it is a private fight, then you should go to Yingtian Mansion and surrender."
Liu Jingxing suddenly raised his head and looked into the darkness.
Then he nodded slowly.
"Students are advised to be taught."
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"What to teach? Teach the damn thing! After two years of farming, you will know everything!"
In Laoshan Huangzhuang, the old village chief scolded Yuan Sutai, the right eunuch of Shanglinyuan who wanted to ask for advice on agriculture.
Yuan Sutai, who had just been promoted to a third-rank official, could only clasp his hands and bow, leading a group of officials from Shanglinyuan Prison, bowing his head and enduring the contempt of the old village chief.
After having lunch and resting at Huangzhuang, Zhu Yuanzhang was already strolling towards the carriage next to the official road.
After glancing at Yuan Sutai, who was being scolded and scorned on the field ridge, the emperor nodded with satisfaction.
"Originally, we thought the price given from the third grade was too high, but now it seems that it is just right."
Zhu Yunxi supported his father and whispered: "Supervisor Yuan is a diligent person and a good official who can do practical things."
Zhu Biao reached out and patted his son on the head: "No matter how much you praise me, I won't be promoted."
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang asked: "Has anyone died in the city today?"
Zhu Yunxi's face immediately became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "The previous news showed that there were no dead people. Now they are all imprisoned in Jinyiwei on charges of private fighting."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and looked at the empty rice fields around him that had been harvested. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhu Biao glanced at the old man and said in a low voice: "There will be an early morning court tomorrow, will my father..."
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and waved his hand: "There is a class in the main hall tomorrow, and we are going to teach the emperor's grandson in person."
Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment and shook his head helplessly.
However, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Tomorrow, the prince will accompany me to the main hall."
Seeing that something was not going well, Zhu Yunxi immediately said: "Grandpa, what about tomorrow's morning meeting?"
Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and glared: "Aren't you the grandson of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? You go and preside over tomorrow's morning court."
Zhu Yunxi was a little flustered and whispered: "But a few days ago, there was my father..."
But Zhu Biao immediately spoke: "I was appointed as the prince by your grandfather back then, overseeing the country's affairs, but I also faced the courtiers alone."
This is no longer interesting.
Both of them gave up their choices.
Zhu Yunxi rolled his eyes, wondering if he was also the one taking the blame.
This feeling was very bad, and he couldn't help but sympathize with his second uncle who was still far away in Zhejiang Road to take the blame for him.
Zhu Yunxi was ready to have a serious discussion with the old man, but when he raised his head, he saw that the old man had already boarded the carriage.
Turned.
Zhu Biao had already summoned his personal servant and pushed away his son's hands.
"You handle the things you do yourself."
This means there is no room for negotiation.
Zhu Yunxi could only nodded blankly.
However, he understood what the old man and his father meant.
The orthodox dispute between Xinxue and Neo-Confucianism cannot rise above the court.
There was a large-scale fight today, and there will definitely be someone forcing Lai Lai in the court room tomorrow.
Then, coming forward yourself is the best option.
No matter how it is handled, Lao Zhu's family has enough leeway.
Immediately, Zhu Yunxi looked faintly at Yingtian City, where the setting sun was already hanging.
Tomorrow, another wonderful show of life will be staged in this city.
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