Daming heir

Chapter 244 Is someone dead?

Rules are never presented on paper, but are passed down orally from person to person and the subconscious rules of society.

If it is written on paper, it is a ritual and must be followed.

And the rules, many times can not be followed.

It's just whether the required price is acceptable.

For three years, Shui felt that he could accept the price of breaking the rules.

After all, he is the most trusted personal disciple of Shan Yongnian, the envoy of the Taiyuan Hospital, and he is also the current deputy envoy of the Taiyuan Hospital.

Shan Yongnian, the envoy in the hospital, is now focusing on the follow-up medical effects of allicin and the penicillin that could wake up the prince. He has completely given up other things in the hospital.

As a result, Shui San became the nominal spokesperson of the current Tai Hospital in three years.

healer.

At any time, it is a class with special meaning and status.

It is supported by the continuous output of allicin from the Royal Manufactory.

The status of the physicians in the Imperial Hospital today has risen to a higher level.

Therefore, the current Shui Sanian is very rude, refusing the treatment of those injured Neo Confucianism students on the grounds that they are short of manpower and can only treat the wounded on the side of the Book and Newspaper Bureau.

The so-called benevolence of doctors actually does not exist in Taiyuan Hospital many times.

Official doctors also need to pay attention to some rules.

Therefore, Shui Sannian now broke the rules of benevolence of doctors and chose to abide by political rules.

"Allicin has been given to you, don't move this arm in the near future, or the suture will split."

Shui Sannian wore a white and clean robe, and told Tang Keke, who was lying in the front yard of the Book and Newspaper Bureau, that the clothes were changed by the grandson after discussing with the Imperial Hospital.

Tang Keke, who looks big and thick, is very proud today.

The wound on the entire left arm was covered with blood, which made him feel that he could look down on 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 on the wound has been cleaned up by the kind of Lao Shizi anti-virus water that he wants to pour into his stomach all the time, and has the smell of hot wine, and then he is smeared with allicin, which makes his left arm faint all day long. Some hot feeling.

A low-level Taiyuan apprentice 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 Sanan who was frowning and staring outside the Book and Newspaper Bureau.

"This suturing technique was also passed down to the Tai Hospital by the grandson?"

After asking, Tang Keke wanted to reach out and move the stitches, but was slapped away by the apprentice who was bandaging him.

Shui Sannian smiled and said: "This technique was discussed by the Taisun and the court envoy. Be careful, the thread used today is not good. If it breaks apart, it will have to be stitched up again for you."

Tang Keke became more honest.

Xie Jin, however, walked over from the side, leaning on his waist and bowing his body, grinning in pain: "Thank you Xie Jin for the envoy of the Water Academy for his rescue. I wonder if the envoy of the Water Academy can heal the students outside."

Shui Sannian frowned and looked at Xie Jin, wanting to say something, but finally shook his head silently, and waved his finger to the outside: "Jin Yiwei has come, and the outside affairs have become a case, and my hospital has nothing to do with it."

As soon as Shui Sannian finished speaking, Xie Jin saw outside the Book and Newspaper Bureau, a team of Jinyiwei's Tiqi had already appeared in front of him.

A small flag official from Jinyiwei walked to the door of the Book and Newspaper Bureau, stretched his head to look inside, and then cupped his hands inside.

Xie Jin knew that people were not saluting him.

A person walking in the Wenhua Palace and a scholar of the Hanlin Academy would not be seen by Jin Yiwei.

Shui Nian nodded, and shouted to the officer of Jinyiwei Xiaoqi: "I have seen it at the Taiyuan Hospital, all of them have broken hands and feet, or have healing wounds on the body surface, and rarely have internal injuries. Jinyiwei should be able to treat these injuries." healing."

Officer Xiaoqi hummed, turned his head and frowned, and glanced at the Neo Confucianism students everywhere, as well as the nearly thousand students who had been surrounded and detained by the army guards.

Officer Xiaoqi said: "I, Jinyi Weizhao Prison, is used to governing people."

After finishing speaking, this person turned around and shouted to the Jin Yiwei around him: "The town governor has an order. The students here fight in private, and the influence is bad. All of them will be imprisoned."

Outside the Book and Newspaper Bureau, there was a sound of promises.

Afterwards, those Jinyiwei 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 were dragged to the Jinyiwei Yamen on the other side of Baihu Street.

The root of the east wall is not far from Baihu Street, so no one can die.

However, that little flag never left.

Instead, he took a step forward and stood in front of the threshold stone of the Book and Newspaper Bureau.

So, in the third year of the water, he turned his head to look at Xie Jin, who had a twisted waist: "The rest, I still have to deal with the rest."

Xie Jin nodded, leaning on his waist, grinning and baring his teeth, he walked forward.

When he arrived in front of the little banner officer of Jinyiwei, Xie Jin wanted to pay respects, but the other party waved his hand quickly and said: "Bachelor Xie has worked hard today, let me wait and talk."

Xie Jin opened his mouth, looked at the obsessed face of the other party, and nodded: "Okay."

Xiaoqi officer said: "Today is a private fight among students in Yingtian City. I don't know what the bachelor thinks about this?"

Xie Jin silently looked back at the person lying in the front yard, nodded: "That's true."

The officer Xiaoqi said again: "Since it is a private fight, it will be fined or whipped. I don't know what the scholar thinks?"

Xie Jin widened his eyes, but soon lost his temper, and continued to nod and said, "This is the law of the Ming Dynasty."

The officer Xiaoqi said again: "It's a fight, both parties must be won. I also ask Bachelor Xie to assist the Jinyiwei to complete the rules of the Jinyiwei."

Since when did Jin Yiwei have rules?
Xie Jin looked hesitantly at the little flag official of Jinyiwei. Jinyiwei had never been a place where rules were respected, but today he wanted to take the people who had fought on both sides back to Jinyiwei.

This made him a little reluctant.

"The Book and Newspaper Bureau is the one that suffers today..."

As soon as Xie Jin spoke, the little banner officer of Jinyiwei interrupted him with a wave.

The little flag officer looked at Xie Jin calmly, and said coldly: "Jin Yiwei is here to arrest someone today, please don't obstruct Xie Shi, and don't refuse to decline everyone's favor."

This meant that Xie Jin would hand over his people.

Love, both sides have to give enough.

Xie Jin clenched his fists and glared angrily at the little banner officer of Jinyiwei outside the threshold of the Book and Newspaper Bureau.

The other party was calm and calm, staring at him calmly.

"I!"

A cry sounded, Xie Jin turned his head, and saw Tang Keke lying on the stretcher bed, raising his left arm that had just been bandaged, as if in a daze.

A trace of blood seeped out with the naked eye from under the cloth strip.

Tang Keke passed Xie Jin, and said in a deep voice to the small banner officer of Jinyiwei, "I'm going to Jinyiwei."

The little banner officer of Jinyiwei also took a deep look at Tang Keke: "Okay."

Immediately, there were two Jinyi Wei Tiqi who came in from outside the Book and Newspaper Office, and lifted the stretcher under Tang Keke one after the other.

Xie Jin hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, then turned his head and glared at the Xiaoqi officer: "Today is the business of the Book and Newspaper Bureau, and if you want to go to Jinyiwei, you have to be the official!"

As he spoke, Xie Jin withdrew and blocked the stretcher behind him, blocked it with his hands, and faced the little flag officer.

The Xiaoqi officer's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Bachelor Xie, you are walking in the Wenhua Palace and attending political affairs. Your grandson needs you."

Tang Keke also grabbed Xie Jin's sleeves on the stretcher: "Sir, the student went to the Jinyiwei. If you want to come and go to the Jinyiwei prison, the student has just lived through it in vain."

Even Shui Sannian, who was left behind, couldn't help stepping forward, and whispered: "Let him go, nothing will happen."

Is it really going to be okay?
Xie Jin stared at the little banner officer of Jinyiwei who was staring at him coldly.

In the end, he finally let out a long sigh, and then turned to look at Tang Keke: "You go ahead, if something happens in Jinyiwei Prison, I will seek justice for you!"

At this moment, Xie Jin no longer cared about the austerity and status of Jinyiwei, and directly hinted at Jinyiwei Tiqi and the little flag officer present.

The little flag officer hummed twice and waved his hand: "Go back to the Yamen!"

In a few moments, in front of the Book and Newspaper Bureau, except for the belated officers from Yingtian Mansion and Shangyuan County who were guarding the door, there was no one else here.

Xie Jin groaned with pain in his waist.

Shui Sannian took out a small jar from his arms and stuffed it into Xie Jin's hands: "When I came here, I thought I would have bruises and sprains. This is my family's ancestral prescription. I apply it every day before going to bed. Just rub it lightly for a while, and it only takes a few days."

Xie Jin stuffed the small pot into his arms, and arched his hands against the water for three years.

Seeing that the medical officers of the Imperial Hospital in front of the Book and Newspaper Bureau had almost treated the wounded and injured, he said, "Today we have the labor hospital."

"It's just a hands-on effort."

Xie Jin said, "It's just..."

Shui Nian squinted at Xie Jin: "Those people in the imperial prison will be fine. Jin Yiwei also has doctors. Although their skills are not as good as my Tai Hospital, they are still sufficient."

After finishing speaking, Shui Nian shook his head at Xie Jin, and without further words, he led the people from the Tai Hospital out of the book and newspaper office.

Today, even Jin Yiwei defined this conflict as a private fight, so there is no need for him to come here to treat the wounded.

On the contrary, this Bachelor Jie is still a good person after all, with kindness in his heart.

It's just that such a person can really become a sage of the mind?
Shui Niannian felt that it was necessary for him to go to the laboratory of the pharmaceutical factory and find his master, Shan Yongnian, to have a good discussion about the moral dispute concerning the entire Ming Dynasty, and how their doctors should deal with themselves.

Not to mention Shui Sannian's thinking about the position of doctors because of the Confucian orthodoxy dispute.

In the Book and Newspaper Bureau, Xie Jin looked worriedly at the wounded people in the hospital, as well as the uninjured people who were inclined to learn from the heart 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 is older, he is not a supervisor of Guozijian, but he has also studied for many years, but he failed the Enke examination many times, so he stayed in Yingtian and never returned home.

Hu Wenhai was younger, and like Tang Keke and others, he was a supervisor of the Imperial College.

Xie Jin looked at the two of them, and snorted again: "Who told you to call someone over! It was originally those people who made a move, and it was just us being beaten, but morally, we were the ones who had the upper hand and the next one One issue of the newspaper can splash ink here!"

Hu Wenhai was a young man after all, a little timid at Xie Jin's anger, he lowered his head and tugged at Sun Qingshu's sleeve.

Sun Qingshu rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's Tang Keke."

"Tang..." Xie Jin was dumb for a moment. He was about to turn around, but because of the sprain on his waist, he lost his voice in pain. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and looked outside the door of the Book and Newspaper Bureau: "Zhu Zi! Shu Zi!"

The roar of Bachelor Xie resounded in the book office.

Everyone fled after hearing the news.

"Sir, perhaps today is an opportunity for us, and we may not be sure."

Suddenly, a slightly gloomy voice came from behind Xie Jin.

This time Xie Jin behaved well, and turned around slowly, only to see Gao Yangzhi standing behind him with his head bowed and his hands clasped.

Xie Jin frowned: "Why do you say that?"

Gao Yangzhi looked up at Xie Jin, and said softly: "The Jinyiwei people said that today's book and newspaper bureau chaos was nothing more than a private fight. They were sure of it without any hesitation."

Xie Jin's brows became more and more frowned, and his brows formed into a river. After a while, he said, "Grandson...or even Your Majesty...know what happened in the city today?"

Gao Yangzhi nodded: "Without the approval of the grandson or His Majesty, Jin Yiwei would not be so arbitrarily certain of what happened today."

Xie 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: "Things will not rise above the court."

Gao Yangzhi was still standing, and said in a low voice: "Look, sir, is anyone dead today?"

Xie Jin shook his head.

Gao Yangzhi continued: "No one is dead. Yingtian Mansion and Shangyuan County are not allowed to interfere in this matter. The Metropolitan Procuratorate, Ministry of Punishment, and Dali Temple have no excuse to intervene. Jin Yiwei made a move at this time, and this matter is a private brawl between the students .”

Xie Jin gradually fell silent.

Then he slowly turned his head to look at the high imperial city wall not far away.

With a long sigh, Xie Jin looked a little exhausted and said in a low voice: "Before, the grandson told me that the things of heart and learning should not be left in the court. Now it seems that I should give up what I originally thought of relying on."

Gao Yangzhi nodded: "Actually, the fact that His Majesty and Grandson are not in the city today is already the greatest affirmation to Mr. But the battle of orthodoxy is inherently dangerous, and the best choice is for the royal family and the court not to participate. "

Xie Jin sighed: "This road is long, when will it subside?"

Gao Yangzhi responded: "Although this road is long, there are many confidants."

Afterwards, Gao Yangzhi explained: "At present, with the publication of the first issue of the Bureau of Books and Newspapers, although the anger situation we imagined appeared among the scholars. However, many people have begun to wake up and start Think about what is Confucianism, what is a scholar, what is the study of the mind, and what is the study of Neo-Confucianism. Some people even began to shout out how to govern the world."

"Students think that as long as I master the words of mind learning, the day that my husband is looking forward to will finally be seen."

Xie Jin looked up at Gao Yangzhi unexpectedly, his eyes were deep and calm: "What do you want?"

Gao Yangzhi smiled slightly, and met Xie Jin's gaze: "Students only hope to learn from their master."

After several inspections.

Xie Jin laughed slowly.

"You, Tang Keke and others are naturally my students."

So Gao Yangzhi also laughed out loud.

……

"Is anyone dead today?"

In the dark house, a vague figure sat on a chair, staring at Liu Jingxing, a student from Huguang who appeared in front of the Book and Newspaper Bureau today.

Liu Jingxing swallowed his saliva, bowed and said in a low voice: "No one has died. We have injured hundreds of people from the disciples of Neo Confucianism, and the other side has also injured quite a few. Now the disciples of Neo Confucianism are being imprisoned in Jinyiwei Imperial Prison. A Guozijian student named Tang Keke was imprisoned."

"Zhao Prison..." A voice came from the darkness: "Since it's 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 taught."

……

"Teach what? Teach his mother! After two years of planting, you will be able to do everything!"

In Laoshan Huangzhuang, the old village chief scolded Yuan Sutai, the right supervisor of Shanglinyuan, who wanted to ask for agronomy.

Yuan Sutai, who had just been promoted from a third-rank official, could only bow with his hands together, leading a group of Shanglin Yuanjian officials, bowing his head and enduring the contempt of the old village chief.

After having lunch in Huangzhuang and having a rest, Zhu Yuanzhang is already strolling towards the official road.

Glancing at Yuan Sutai who was scolded and despised on the ridge, the emperor nodded in satisfaction.

"Originally we thought it was high from the third grade, but now it seems that it is just right."

Zhu Yunxi supported his father, and said in a low voice: "Jian Yuan is just a hardworking person, and also a good official who can do practical things."

Zhu Biao reached out and patted his son's head: "I won't give you a promotion if you praise me any more."

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang asked: "Has anyone died in the city today?"

Zhu Yunxie's face immediately became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "It was reported earlier that there were no dead people, but now they are all locked up in Jinyiwei on the charge of private fighting."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and looked around at the empty rice fields that had been harvested, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhu Biao glanced at the old man, and said in a low voice: "There will be an early court tomorrow, will my father..."

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and waved his hands: "Tomorrow there will be a class in the main hall, and we are going to teach the emperor and grandson in person."

Zhu Biao froze for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang said again: "Tomorrow, the prince will accompany me to Dabentang."

Zhu Yunxi saw that something was wrong, so he immediately said, "Grandpa, what about the morning court tomorrow?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced back and said, "Aren't you the grandson of the Emperor Jian Guo of our Ming Dynasty? You go to preside over tomorrow's morning court."

Zhu Yunxi was a little flustered, and said in a low voice: "But a few days ago, there was my father..."

But Zhu Biao immediately said: "Gu was registered as the prince by your grandfather in the past, and supervised the government of the country, but he also faced the courtiers alone."

This is boring.

Both of them gave up their picks.

Zhu Yunxi rolled his eyes, wondering whether he was also the one to blame.

This feeling was very bad, and he couldn't help but sympathize with the old second uncle who was still far away in Zhejiang Road for taking the blame for him.

Zhu Yunxi was about to discuss with the old man again, but when he raised his head, he saw that the old man was already in the carriage.

Turned.

Zhu Biao had already summoned his personal servant, and pushed away his son's hands.

"Whatever you do, you do it yourself."

This means that there is no room for negotiation.

Zhu Yunxi could only nod blankly.

However, he understood what the old man and the old man meant.

The orthodox dispute between psychology and Neo-Confucianism cannot rise above the imperial court.

There was a large-scale brawl today, and tomorrow there will be people in the court to force Lai Lai.

So, doing it yourself is the best option.

No matter how it is handled, Lao Zhu's family has enough leeway.

Immediately, Zhu Yunxi looked quietly at Yingtian City, where a round of sunset was already hanging.

Tomorrow, in this city, another wonderful life will be staged.

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Ask for a monthly ticket, the more monthly tickets you have, the harder the slap will be tomorrow~ The name of the character who urgently needs to be slapped in the face will be used tomorrow.

　happy Birthday to me!
　　
　
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