General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 189 Cuihetang

Jubao door.

Ning Jue panted heavily, and sat on the bench.

Xu Pengju greeted the sergeant behind him casually.

"It's almost time, quickly close the city gate, Ke Zhong, where did you provoke these two people?"

Ning Jue also gasped and said, "How would I know!"

"As soon as I came out of the palace, this guy has been following me, almost to the General Mountain!"

Xu Pengju asked suspiciously, "What are you doing at Jiangjun Mountain?"

Ning Jue opened his mouth.

"I have long legs, I want to go wherever I want!"

"He followed me and scolded all the way back to the city. Who knows where such two lunatics appeared!"

Ning Jue spat out two mouthfuls of thick phlegm.

"Pengju, thanks to you this time, I will treat you to a drink another day."

"What did Ke Zhong say? You are brother Zhenqing, and that is our brother too!"

After the two exchanged some polite words, Ning Juexuan walked towards the city.

Just walking along the way, Ning Jue was still thinking about where these two mental illnesses came from today.

After much deliberation, Ning Jue finally came to the post house of the Ministry of Rites.

Zhang Juzheng was still helping Zhu Zaixun to process the official documents of these days.

When seeing Ning Jue, Zhang Juzheng couldn't help being startled.

"Brother Ning? Where did you go to observe the people's sentiments?"

"Don't mention it, I ran into two mental patients right after leaving the palace. I came here just to ask you if you know the details of these two people."

Then Ning Jue described the physical characteristics and specific deeds of those two people.

"Is there such a thing in the world?"

Zhang Juzheng's first reaction was still disbelief.

But Ning Jue smiled wryly from the side: "You recognize the principles of heaven everywhere, and your heart is the principles of heaven. Is it strange that such a thing happens?"

Jing Ningjue said so.

Only then did Zhang Juzheng come back to his senses.

"There is such a branch in Xinxue."

"Which one?"

Zhang Juzheng frowned gradually, and then said in a low voice: "Theoretically, it should be ours."

Ning Jue was completely dumbfounded.

"How can there be fellow disciples here?!"

Only then did Zhang Juzheng explain: "Brother Ning, you and I are disciples of Xu Jie, and Xu Jie is a disciple of Nie Bao, and Nie Bao is a disciple of Wang Gen, who is Mr. Yangming's first disciple."

"That is to say, we are the third disciples of Wang Gen's branch."

"And Wang Gen also has a reincarnated disciple named Xu Yue, and Xu Yue has a disciple named Yan Jun, who is what the Wang family calls Mr. Shannong."

"His lineage is very similar to Brother Ning's temper."

Ning Jue frowned suspiciously and asked, "How do you look like it?"

Zhang Juzheng pondered for a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "Ke finally knows, Yan Shannong blackmailed Zhao Dazhou's daughter, and raped a good housewife?"

Ning Jue was completely dumbfounded.

"Zhao Zhenji?!"

"There is such a thing?!"

Zhang Juzheng nodded, and then said: "Brother Ning, do you know how this incident became known to everyone?"

"I didn't even know there was such a thing!"

"Because anyone who enters Yan Shannong's school must first receive Yan Shannong's three punches before he can take lessons."

"Yan Shannong had an apprentice named Liang Ruyuan. He heard about this matter after he graduated, and he threatened him with this matter. He fell down and hit him, strangled his neck, and punched him three times. After that, he still performed the teacher's ceremony."

Ning Jue was stunned and said, "Then how did everyone know about this incident?"

"Liang Ruyuan performed the etiquette to Yan Shannong, but Yan Shannong didn't accept it, so he was expelled from the school, and then everyone knew about it. It's just that Liang Ruyuan has been performing the ceremony to Yan Shannong, and Yan Shannong didn't accept it. I don’t know what to think.”

After listening to Yan Shannong's story, Ning Jue sat on the round stool and remained silent for a long time.

After some time, Ning Jue said, "Uncle, is the teacher-student relationship in our school so harmonious?"

Hearing this, Zhang Juzheng also fell silent.

"Probably not."

"I didn't understand it, but I was blown away."

"Brother Ning didn't suffer, did he? Zhang also has a few friends in Jinling."

Ning Jue waved his hand and said, "It's nothing serious, I happened to meet Wei Gong beside me at that time, so I reported my revenge on the spot."

"That's good. Brother Ning should avoid provoking such people in the future."

Ning Jue said he knew it, but he had already made a decision in his heart.

Why don't you let me meet He Daxia earlier! ——
It was night, and Xu Pengju, who was slightly drunk on a cruise ship on the Qinhuai River, sat on his horse and wobbled towards Duke Wei's mansion.

Followed by two followers.

Just walking like this, Xu Pengju suddenly saw a figure in the distance that seemed familiar.

Before Xu Pengju squinted his eyes to take a closer look.

The sound of someone falling from the horse came from behind.

Then, Xu Pengju rolled down the horse together.

In the end, Xu Pengju only felt that a black sack was put on his head.

"Bold! I am the empress of King Wuning of Zhongshan in the Ming Dynasty, and the founding of the Ming Dynasty promoted the sincerity and power of Wei Guogong..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Pengju felt that he had been slapped.

A voice whispering like a demon counted not far away.

"This person has 11 kicks, six slaps, and nineteen punches."

In the end, Xu Pengju only heard the man say one thing.

"Masked slaps don't hurt that much, just add another slap."

"Here."

After listening to the sound of horseshoes in the distance, Xu Pengju, who was tightly bound with hemp rope, sat on the street and roared hoarsely.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Who the hell is this?! You have the guts to let me see what you look like!"

Then Xu Pengju heard footsteps.

"I don't want to watch it, everyone, go slowly."

The visitor let out an exclamation.

"It's really a grandfather!"

Xu Pengju, who was released from the sack by his servant, breathed in the fresh air with big gulps, tears streaming down his face with bruised nose and swollen face, and said, "Why did you come here?"

At the end, Xu Pengju roared hoarsely: "Go home and tell the brothers! Bring a good guy!"

"My lord, where are we going?"

"go……"

Xu Peng wilted, thinking carefully who he had offended recently.

After a while, I suddenly remembered what I did at Jubaomen today.

"Go to Duke Cheng's Mansion!"

It was already midnight when Xu Pengju summoned his staff.

More than 200 servants surrounded Cheng Guogong's mansion by themselves.

Xu Pengju even wore a soft armor and straddled a Yanling sword and broke into Cheng Guogong's mansion.

Zhu Xizhong came out of the backyard with bare feet and a knife in his hands, cursing.

"It's his grandma, I have to see who's fucking tired of working today, and I don't feel comfortable coming to my house!"

"Who the hell are you?! Which battalion is in Nanjing? Liu Xian of the Zhenwu Camp has paid homage to me, and Master Zhou of Datong also knows to ask the concierge to report!"

"Zhenqing! I am Pengju!"

Zhu Xizhong's hand holding the knife immediately froze in place.

"Peng... Pengju?"

"Ah! Brother, I have been greatly wronged tonight! Your brother and I have never been so wronged in my life, my Xu family has never been so wronged in 150 years!"

"What about Kezhong? What is the origin of the master and servant who fought with him today? Even if I dig three feet in Jinling, I still have to find them!"

Xu Pengju was spitting and yelling and cursing in Duke Cheng's mansion.

And at this time, Ning Jue had just returned from Zhang Juzheng's side.

"Why is this so lively?"

Seeing Xu Pengju who was surrounded by everyone, Ning Jue stepped aside tactfully: "There are visitors from Cheng Gong's mansion, you chat, I'm leaving."

"My dear brother, this is... Duke Wei."

Ning Jue finally told Xu Pengju the story of Yan Shannong that he knew.

"Then where is this person surnamed Yan?!"

"Mr. Dazhou, I should be more concerned than you. It is estimated that Yan Shannong is about to hide in Myanmar."

"Then what about his apprentice? Which one is surnamed Liang?"

Ning Jue hesitated to speak looking at Xu Pengju's appearance.

"Wei Gong, we are not sure that the person today is Liang Ruyuan, but in my opinion, this person should not have left Jinling, or will leave in a while, we can look for it slowly."

"But I'm hurt."

"Wei Gong, Jinling is so big, you won't be able to avenge your revenge for a while."

Just relying on Xu Pengju's hundreds of people, even if they search for next year's Chinese New Year, they will not be able to finish Jinling.

Hearing what Ning Jue said, Xu Pengju suppressed the aggrieved heart.

But Ning Jue didn't expect it either.

This Liang Ruyuan is so fierce, does he have any intention of staying overnight? !
There was even a little longing in my heart.
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On the site of Xinquan Academy, a brand new plaque of Fushan Academy has been hung up.

The words "Cuihetang" were written on it.

Many students in coarse linen clothes carried wood back and forth in the academy.

In the academy, everyone in the academy called He Xinyin also changed.

"Leader, isn't the name of our academy called Fushan Academy?"

He Xinyin looked at the three-character plaque hanging high at the gate of the academy and said with emotion: "Many years ago, my teacher gave lectures in his hometown Jiancuihe, and was banned by the old thief Yan Song. Now I erect this plaque, which can be regarded as inheriting the teacher's wish. gone."

Most of the people in the academy are from the Liang family, but most of the Liang people are studying in the shade, and most of the workers who are working are craftsmen who have just been recruited in Nanjing.

Fortunately, being disturbed by the imperial court's whipping method, there are many tenants in Nanjing. They heard that many people came here because they heard that they were in charge of food and housing, and they could still study.

The entire academy is responsible for He Xinyin's "lead education" and Xiang Yuanbian's "lead education".

As the name suggests, He Xinyin is in charge of teaching, and Xiang Yuanbian is in charge of logistics.

In addition there are 12 gentlemen.

It seems that this academy is an academy, but its internal order is well-organized and the division of labor is clear. In fact, it is already a small society.

Because this academy is not only teaching and educating people, but also has many functions such as caring for the elderly and supporting the young.

The power of adjudication and punishment belongs to the "lead education" and "lead support".

Although the students in the academy learned the ways of Confucius and Mencius, they did not become officials. Instead, they served different divisions of labor in the academy based on their knowledge and virtue.

At this point, the other man, wearing a Confucian crown, turned his head towards He Xinyin.

Although the Confucian scholar was wearing a Confucian crown, his attire was a little weird. Instead of a jade pendant, he wore a palm-sized thin crystal around his waist, and he had a purple clay teapot in his hand.

"Didn't Fushan say that he was going to have a final discussion with Ning Ke, why did he finally fight with Ning Ke?"

He Xinyin didn't care.

"This Jiangnan new law, when will he have to Ningke to end it? This son is by no means simple."

As he said this, He Xinyin looked at the Jinling laborers not far away.

Among the tenant workers from Jinling.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was walking towards the ruins ahead with three people carrying a wooden door.

As the boy walked, he couldn't stop murmuring.

"Why do you move logs to fight the Tartars, or move logs when you come to the academy to attend lectures? Why did the Ming Dynasty have so much logs to move?"

The Confucian scholar who was full of money all over his body followed He Xinyin's gaze.

“How come you see?”

"Four people lifted a door, and all the fish came to Cuihetang. Can they be ordinary people? With such courage at such a young age, I will definitely help you and me in the future!"

The Confucian scholar looked helpless.

"Fushan, I think you won't dare to show your face in Jinling for a while, right?"

He Xinyin didn't answer, but stood aside and carefully looked at Zhu Zaixun who was among the laborers.

(End of this chapter)