blue shirt oath

Chapter 291: Wang Zeng Painfully Admonishes

The person blocking the way was over forty years old, dressed in Taoist robes and full of beards.

Seeing Kou Zhun, he threw himself on his knees and said, "Teacher!"

"You, who are you?"

"Teacher, the student is Wang Zeng."

"Xiaoxian? Didn't you go out of Zhiying Tianfu? Why are you here?"

"Students came from Yingtian Mansion to pay a visit to their mentor, and they dressed up as Taoist priests in order to deceive others."

"Oh, get up, get up."

Kou Zhun hurriedly got out of the sedan chair, helped Wang Zeng on the ground, and ordered the motorcade to wait in place, while he and Wang Zeng came to the long pavilion by the road and sat down opposite each other.

Wang Zengdao: "Teacher, forgive me for asking, is the Congratulatory Form of the Heavenly Book of Qianyou Mountain really written by the teacher?"

Kou Zhun looked unhappy.

He was only questioned by his favorite student Du Qingshan yesterday, and today he was stopped by Wang Zeng to question him. He didn't want to talk about this matter with others, but when everyone saw him, the first thing they asked was this matter .

Wang Zeng looked at Kou Zhun expectantly.

"Teacher, you have never believed in the heavenly scriptures, and the students don't believe them no matter what. You will play the congratulatory letter that the heavenly scriptures of Qianyou Mountain are true. Therefore, you came all the way from Yingtian Mansion just to hear what your mentor said personally."

Kou Zhun said: "Xiaoxian, the congratulatory form was indeed written by the old man."

"Ah?" Wang Zeng turned pale, "Men, you, you, you, why are you?"

"The old man has been demoted for many years, and he knows the truth that he has no power and can't move an inch. Now he is back from this, with great power in his hands—"

"Men, you!" Wang Zeng flicked the sleeves of his Taoist robe angrily, "I didn't expect you to value power so much! You should know that you are famous in the world for your uprightness, and the gentlemen are proud of you. The most important thing in the world is you." Character is not your position. Therefore, the more you are degraded, the more you are respected."

He looked at Kou Zhun heartbroken, "Now I suddenly hear that even you have consecrated the heavenly scriptures by deceit, the whole country is shocked, the villain celebrates with each other, and the gentleman is like a mourner!"

"This"

"Teacher!" Wang Zeng knelt down and said, "The sky can collapse, but your integrity cannot be damaged! You really can't enter Beijing today, and you can't be rehabilitated!"

"This?" Kou Zhun said hesitantly, "Now that the imperial decree has been issued, how can a teacher resist the decree?"

Wang Zeng suggested: "Teacher, now there are three roads in front of us, which way to go, the teacher should consider it!"

"Which three roads?"

"The best policy is to say that the illness will not enter the capital, and make a statement, begging to be released. The Holy One takes pity on the teacher's hard work for many years, and will expose this matter, and will not embarrass the teacher again."

Kou Zhun shook his head again and again: "Impossible! The old man is nearly [-] years old, why should he let him out again?"

Wang Zeng sighed: "Zhong Ce, my mentor came to Beijing this time, met with the emperor, told the truth, and told Qianyou Mountain that the heavenly scriptures are false, so reining in the precipice, and correcting the mistakes, there is nothing good about it."

"Impossible! The old man has already entered the congratulatory form, how can he go back on his word?"

"Ah, benefactor!" Wang Zeng begged, "If benefactor can turn back from the wrong way, the people of the world will be happy, and benefactor's reputation can be restored. I hope benefactor think twice!"

"With such a false name, how can the country benefit?" Kou Zhun turned his head and said, "Xiaoxian, let's talk about the third strategy!"

Seeing that the mentor did not adopt the first two strategies, Wang Zeng was disheartened, and sadly said: "The third strategy is the next strategy. The mentor re-enters the center to take charge of the phase. It is just a self-destruction, a pity for the ages!"

"Hahahaha, if I can pay homage to the Prime Minister three times, why would I regret it?"

"Master, you!"

"Xiao Xian, the painstaking efforts of being a teacher can only be shown by heaven. This time, I have entered the center, and the old man will definitely go to the traitor. Ren Xianliang, Xiao Xian, you can wait in Yingtian Mansion with peace of mind. Within three months, the old man will transfer you Center."

"Oh my teacher! You are confused! You are confused!" Wang Zeng bowed his head and said sadly, "Men, you are so utilitarian and despised morality. Reaping a short-term success, but leaving endless disasters!"

"You! Xiaoxian, what you said today is full of sour theories!"

Kou Zhun shook his sleeves angrily and turned his head, looking towards the distant mountains.

Wang Zeng looked at the back of his obsessed mentor with grief, and knelt deeply to pay respects: "Teacher, if you don't listen to the students today, I'm afraid it will be too late to regret it in the future."

"The old man will never regret it!"

"Teacher, students pray again, you have to think twice, think twice!"

"The old man has made up his mind, so stop talking!"

Kou Zhun didn't even look at Wang Zeng, and walked out of the pavilion in a huff. Qian Tao, who was hiding and eavesdropping, hurriedly followed, and the two got into the sedan chair and set off for Beijing.

The mournful Wang Zeng was left kneeling on the spot, and said in pain, "Men, why are you so smart all your life, but so confused for a moment! Is a generation of famous ministers going astray today?"

He bowed heavily and solemnly in the direction Kou Zhun left.

"That being the case, teacher, the student bids farewell—"

"Lord Wang?" The sound of horse hooves came from far and near, and a young man in Tsing Yi got off his horse and came to Wang Zeng, "My lord Wang, why are you here?"

Wang Zeng raised his tearful eyes, looked at the young man in front of him for a while, then suddenly came back to his senses, wiped away his tears and said, "Ayan, why are you here?"

"Hey, this junior just arrived in Chang'an yesterday. He tried to persuade his mentor not to acknowledge the heavenly scriptures. He never wanted to anger his mentor. When he woke up early this morning, his mentor had already received the imperial decree and returned to Beijing. This junior is preparing to chase after him with his horse."

Wang Zeng waved his hand and said, "Hey! It's useless, it's useless."

"Master Wang, have you met your mentor, his old man?"

Wang Zeng told Du Qingshan about the capital, and also explained the purpose of his visit this time and the matter of blocking the way and Kou Zhun just now, and sighed regretfully:
"I came here overnight from Yingtian Mansion just to stop my mentor. Now, even though he has finished talking, he still can't listen to a word."

"Hey! Thinking back to how high-spirited and upright my teacher was back then, now that he is approaching his sixtieth birthday, why did he go against the norm just for the sake of his appearance, and leave others behind!"

Du Qingshan heard this, and said: "This matter is no small matter. This reunion of my teacher, the name is wrong, the words are not right, and the words are not right, and the anger is not strong. I don't know how many people in the court are waiting for the teacher to make a fool of himself. No, I We must hurry to Beijing!"

"Ayan!" Wang Zeng called to stop Du Qingshan, "Master, he doesn't even listen to my words now, I'm afraid your trip will be useless in the end."

"But how can I just watch my mentor fall into the quagmire step by step?" Du Qingshan said, "Now that my lord is out of Zhiying Tianfu, and my mentor enters the court again, there must be someone available around me."

Wang Zeng solemnly looked at the tall and straight young man in front of him: "Okay! Ayan said well! My teacher is an old man, I will leave it to you, Ayan. Remember, don't let your teacher make mistakes again and again. wrong!"

"The younger generation will keep it in mind." Du Qingshan bowed his hands.

Suddenly thought of something: "By the way, Mr. Wang, you should respond to Tianfu, why don't we go together?"

At this time, Yingtianfu is Shangqiu, Henan, three hundred miles southeast of Kaifeng.

It's not close, it's not far.

It happened that Du Qingshan was also going back to Kaifeng, and the direction was the same, so the two went together.

Unable to prevent his mentor from entering the capital to reunite, Wang Zeng felt sad and angry, and seeing the young junior beside him was dignified and dignified, with picturesque features, he thought that in the days when he was not in the capital, the responsibility of persuading his mentor would probably fall on him up.

Therefore, Wang Zeng taught Du Qingshan all the way, wishing he could teach Du Qingshan all the ways of being an official.

Du Qingshan also admired this senior who was as upright as his teacher, so he listened carefully to his words: "Don't worry, my lord, this junior will definitely do his best to help his teacher."

Wang Zengdao: "Ding said that Wang Qinruo and his ilk are staring at them. It's too difficult for my mentor to come to Beijing this time, so I can't make a mistake! Ayan, you must always be careful and pay attention everywhere. If your mentor is in a dilemma, you must remind him, old man, not to go astray. , Get out in time."

"Don't get lost, get out in time?" Du Qingshan was puzzled, "What does your lord mean by that?"

Wang Zengyu said earnestly to Du Qingshan: "You are also from an official family. You should know that it is not easy to be an official, and it is even more difficult to be a good official. Even if my teacher has Ling Yunzhi on the side of the Qing emperor, but he is rampant in the middle of the night, I am afraid that the teacher will return to you." If you have time to make a move in the future, you will be hijacked by villains."

Du Qingshan is a smart person, after Wang Zeng explained it for a while, he figured out the reason.

It's just that even if you understand it, you are still helpless.

Can't help sighing: "According to the humble opinion of the younger generation, this time, my mentor, it is better to resign from office and go back to hiding, but I can still keep my reputation for the rest of my life. Now that I have gone to Beijing, I have sent the handle to Ding Wei's desk, which made the scholars all over the world heartbroken. .”

"That's exactly the reason."

An old man and a young man, the two of them wandered towards Kaifeng on a horse. Because of the delay, it got dark before they entered the city.

Fortunately, the weather is getting warmer now, and Du Qingshan has enough food, the two of them are not hungry or cold.

Sitting on the paved straw mat, eating delicious meatloaf by the burning torch, Wang Zeng said with a wry smile: "I never imagined that such delicious meat can be eaten in this wilderness."

Du Qingshan's pretty eyes brought a slight smile: "This is Xiaochen's special Song's Meatloaf. It is not only delicious to satisfy your hunger, but also easy to carry. It can be called a good friend when traveling."

Wang Zeng looked at the well-prepared meat pie in his hand with interest. There was nothing special about it, but it was very delicious.

"This Xiaochen girl must be your confidante?"

Du Qingshan couldn't help laughing: "It's not just a confidante."

Wang Zeng had a clear expression: "It's a pity, I'm going to Yingtian Mansion, otherwise I can still eat with shame."

"My lord will definitely return to Kaifeng one day."

"Hahaha, borrow Ayan's auspicious words."

Wang Zeng showed the only smile in the past few days. Ever since he heard that his master had played the heavenly scriptures to be true, he has been refusing to eat or drink.

Today's question was clear, but the completely different attitude of his mentor made him feel terrified and overwhelmed with grief.

At this moment, his stomach was empty, and the meat pies were delicious, so he ate five meat pies in one go, and said to Du Qingshan embarrassedly: "If Miss Xiaochen finds out, I'll eat all the dry food she thoughtfully prepared for you , will definitely hold grudges against me."

Du Qingshan laughed and said: "Xiaochen has often mentioned you, my lord. If she knew that you liked her meatloaf so much, it would be too late."

"Oh? Miss Xiaochen often mentions me?"

"My lord, you don't know that Xiaochen is a complete nerd, and she respects people who read a lot, especially your lord, you are the only one who won three yuan in a row. Recently, she often mentions it in my ears."

Lianzhong Sanyuan, the protagonist of the story in the storybook is often such an outstanding young man.

But in fact, there are very few people in history who have really won three yuan in a row.

Since ancient times, there is a saying: "Writing is not called the first, and martial arts is not called the second." Objectively speaking, it is indeed quite difficult to be No. 1 in the provincial examination, general examination, and imperial examination.

In Du Qingshan's memory, so far, only Zhang Youxin, Wu Yihuang, Cui Yuanhan from the Tang Dynasty, Sun He from the reign of Emperor Taizong at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, and Mr.

From the Tang Dynasty to the present, there are only five people who have won the three yuan.

Therefore, Du Qingshan respected Wang Zeng no less than he respected his teacher Kou Zhun.

Although Wang Zeng was also called Mr. Kou Zhun, Du Qingshan still respectfully called himself a junior in front of Wang Zeng.

After listening to Du Qingshan's words, Wang Zeng laughed again: "It's just the virtues of our ancestors, it's nothing to worry about—"

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something, and asked: "By the way, the third day of March is a big event in the Spring Festival. You are young and talented, have you ever participated in this Spring Festival?"

Du Qingshan couldn't hide it, so he nodded and said, "I have participated."

Wang Zeng patted his thigh anxiously: "Oh no, today is the first day of March, if you don't leave, your exam will be delayed! Hurry up, let's hurry up and get into the city before dawn—"

"Your Excellency, there is no hurry." Du Qingshan comforted, "It is not too late to leave tomorrow morning."

If Du Qingshan was alone, it would not take time to hurry up.

It's just that Mr. Wang is a scholar, and the running around these days has already exhausted his physical strength. If he doesn't rest, he may fall ill before he reaches Shangqiu.

Knowing what Du Qingshan meant, Wang Zeng let out a laugh, and stopped insisting: "Well, let's recharge our batteries for now, and start tomorrow."

Knowing that Du Qingshan was going to participate in the Spring Festival this time, Wang Zengcong endlessly told Du Qingshan to turn officialdom principles into lectures and poems, and from time to time he had to test Du Qingshan.

Fortunately, after running around for many days, he was indeed tired, and finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.

Du Qingshan couldn't sleep.

Although the late night in spring is not as cold as in winter, it is still somewhat chilly.

He took off his long gown and covered it carefully for Wang Zeng.

Looking up is the night sky dotted with stars, surrounded by the sound of frogs one after another, Du Qingshan suddenly felt like never before, as if he was going home as soon as possible.

Yes, go home.

When he was young, he traveled around with Uncle Wu, and Uncle Wu asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up.

Du Qingshan replied: "It's better to be a hero who comes and goes without a trace, wields a sword to the end of the world, and can go wherever he wants."

"Where do you want to go, kid?"

"There are so many places I want to go, Xixia, Khitan, overseas"

Uncle Wu shook his head and laughed loudly: "Boy, when you grow up, maybe you won't have so many places to go."

Tonight, Du Qingshan deeply understood the meaning of Uncle Wu's words back then.

The sky and night are as cool as water.

Xu Shi's surroundings were too quiet, and he, who had never been sentimental, suddenly felt a sense of parting.

(End of this chapter)