The courtyard used by the Beijing University of Technology to accommodate study tours and celebrities to stay in the accommodation of the hotel was dark and there was no sound. At the gate, the candles in the two "angry wind" lamps were jumping, and the words "silent" on the lamp wall reflected on the screen wall, reminding people that this is a kind of gentle place, so that no disturbances should be disturbed by idle people. The pine and cypress planted around the courtyard wall were covered with snow. The breeze passed by, and the broken ice mixed with snow was blowing, and the light was shining like a rainbow after the rain.

Zhu Er, Gusu, jumped out of the carriage, staggered for a moment, got up and ran a few steps towards Bo Wenyuan's residence, pondered for a moment, then turned around and turned back. Regardless of the cold weather, he pulled down the official uniform and black shiny to throw it back into the carriage, took out two fire stalks from the carriage, and used the light at the door to load bullets and cannons, held one of them in his hand, and inserted the other into the official boots.

Seeing that the customs chief was so nervous, the two personal guards took out the guy as if they were facing a great enemy, and sandwiched Zhu Jiangyan from the left and right. The group hurriedly rushed to Bo Wenyuan's residence. A carriage had already stopped directly under the window of Bo Chen's apartment. The bright lights reflected several figures in the room through the glass window on the snow outside the window. Through the shadows, the tense atmosphere in the house could be seen.

"Take a guy, follow me and prepare to grab people." Gusu Zhu Er lowered his voice and ordered his subordinates to show off his strength. He was too vigorous just now, and his voice brought heavy breathing.

"Brother Wenyuan, it's better to take a step back first. There is no need to lose your life here innocently. If you teach, there will be many academies under the rule of King Yan. Why fight with them in the capital?" Zhou Wuyou's voice came from the room into Zhu Jiangyan's ears, causing his throat to fall back into his stomach.

"Wuyou, do you still remember the words of the Asahisaint?" Even though there are thousands of people, I have gone." Besides, Bo is in good faith, and he is not guilty, so he avoids them."

Thank God, this Bo Shudai is still alive. Zhu Er wiped the cold sweat from his head due to tension and gently pulled the door knocker. The person who opened the door was Zhou Wuyou, the Minister of Works. He met Zhu Jiangyan, and let the three of them into the outside room and hurried in to report.

Seeing the arrival of Zhu Er of Su, Zhou Wuyou looked happy and said hello and shouted anxiously: "Brother Zhu, you are here just right. I advised Brother Lao to rush back to Peking as soon as possible. But he insisted on waiting for the end of this course the day after tomorrow. Come and help me persuade him. It's almost the Chinese New Year and I don't know how to go home."

Zhu Er, Gusu nodded, turned the guy in his hand back to his waist, and whispered to Bo Wenyuan: "Brother, the capital has been in a storm recently, and there is no good weather. You, the professor who asked them to teach the original meaning of "Mencius", why care about the course arrangements in the school? Listen to worry-free, just go back as long as you should."

When Bo Wenyuan saw Zhu Jiangyan's outfit when he got started, he knew that he must have heard some news, otherwise he would not be so nervous. He thanked Zhou and Zhu for their enthusiasm and persistence in his beliefs, but he could not accept their advice. In Bo Wenyuan's creed, living is important, but if he loses the dignity of being a human being, he would rather choose death. The sages said it well, that I would be born and what I want, and that both cannot be combined, and that is, those who have been born and righteous.

Zhan Yan smiled, and Bo Wenyuan bowed to the two kind-hearted people: "Two Gaoyi. Bo understands it. However, before the semester is over, Bo dares not abandon the students and leaves first. Besides, the teacher is a role model. Bo has just taught the students what courage is, but he retreats in the face of difficulty. How can he deserve the name of the teacher they call me?"

How to explain it to you clearly? Zhou Wuyou was so angry that he stomped his feet. He came an hour earlier than Zhu Jiangyan. His mouth was almost worn out, and he almost let his subordinates tie Bo Chen and send him to the ferry. But Bo Chen tossed and turned around for a few words, and refused to listen to advice.

Zhu Jiangyan's style of fighting against heroes came back in an instant, from the current situation to the serious gains and losses, from the abandonment of his father from Emperor Gaozu of Han to the power to the King of Chu Wujiang who committed suicide. After an hour of persuasion, Bo Wenyuan still had a calm face, as if he didn't believe that Zhu Jiangyan and Zhou Wuyou were fighting for the warning that he would not send for the future.

Zhou Wuyou became more and more anxious, and time delayed for a moment and a moment less. Who knew when his opponent chose to attack. He took a step forward and grabbed Bochen's hand and persuaded, "Brother Wenyuan, those who have done great things in ancient times have not been limited to minor matters, and those who have made big statements are not limited to small concessions. Some people in the court have always been ruthless in their actions, so it is better to trust this matter than to trust it without them. We are in a hurry to follow the power, so it is not difficult to retreat."

Bo Chen shook his head. He also knew that the wind and snow were coming. But he left like this. How did he explain to the teachers and students in the school? Besides, there is a meeting to debate the authenticity of Confucianism with several Ming Confucians in Jiangnan tomorrow. I left tonight and could he escape in the last battle? In this way, how can Confucianism in Peking in the future gain a foothold in Jiangnan? Thinking of this, his answer to his two friends became more and more firm. "Wuyou, do you know why Confucianism was distorted and trampled to this point? It is because too many people choose to follow power in an urgent manner. Too many people gradually retreat to the pressure of the world under the pretext of achieving great things. Bo looked at the Western philosophers, but his disciples may not be stronger than the two saints, but his disciples' adherence to and promotion of the truth are far stronger than those of us saints and unfilial disciples."

Zhu Jiangyan was not a sage corporal, and could not stand Bo Chen's schoolbag at this time, and his mouth was irritable. He shouted at Bo Wenyuan with anger: "Forget it, Brother Wenyuan, who are you a sage corporal? Your "Equality Theory", "Original Lord", "Original Government", any article is not a crime of beheading, "Equality All beings are equal", "The world is for public purposes but not for private purposes", "The king is responsible for the country rather than holding the country," and "Nothing is not a ruthless statement, if I am a Master, I will first kill you, a madman who distorts Confucianism according to the example of "Shao Zhengmao". It is better to listen to Wuyou. Let's go quickly, you should not stay here for a long time."

"Brother Zhu's words are wrong," Bo Wenyuan retorted seriously, "Confucianism was originally an inclusive study. Confucius said: Three people must have a teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and choose the bad ones and change them. Bo wrote these books, and the original intention was to remove the Han Confucian Confucians from their eyes and ears, embrace the bad habits of keeping intact, and to wash away the Song Confucians' self-confidence, search for the ugly behavior of chapters and sentences, explain the meaning of Confucians' classics, and return to the original face of ancient Confucians. What crimes are there? The Master killed Shao Zhengmao, and the practice was originally a punishment outside the law. If the teacher did not do it properly, we should know and correct it, rather than sticking to the etiquette of the master and disciple. We should cover up our leisure time and make good use of the mistakes."

This Bo Wenyuan is usually a very easy-going person. How could he become stubborn at the critical moment? He is simply a donkey-tempered temper. Zhu Jiangyan was so angry that his chest was almost blown up. He took out a musket and pushed it onto Bo Wenyuan's forehead. "You nerd, do you need to discuss whether the charge is correct? This is someone's territory. What if I want to kill you for these remarks? I am an official, you are a civilian. Who can do what I can do if you kill you?"

Bo Wenyuan smiled at Zhu Er and gently pushed away the fire gun on his forehead with his hand: "If you kill Bo for the sake of remarks, you will bring shame upon yourself. Bo Chen is willing to commit martyrdom to let future generations remember what the true Spring and Autumn righteousness is."

"Then I will kill you and burn your book. Tell the world that you say is all nonsense. Anyway, you are dead, so you cannot argue for yourself. Brother Bo. The words are spoken from the mouth of a living person." Suzhou Zhu Er pushed Huo Rui back, and his fingers gradually turned white due to nervousness.

"I have never said that what I wrote must be right. I just feel that I would rather give up my life than give up the power of speaking at this moment. In fact, I forgot a very important sentence in "The Analects of Confucius". Because all the scholars and schools of thought in that era were followed, there was no clear record. Later generations should always remember this principle, otherwise it would never be possible to understand the original meaning of Confucianism. If people speak, the power of speaking has nothing to do with the truth." Bo Chen smiled and told Zhu Jiangyan and Zhou Wuyou clearly that he did not believe that there were people in this era that could not block the world's long mouths. Even if someone did, he made all preparations for this.

Defend the power of speaking with life, and the power of speaking has nothing to do with the truth. A few words are as strong as the big pavilion in Zhou Wuyou's ears. At this moment, he had to admit that his understanding of the words and deeds of the saints was too different from Bo Wenyuan. Many famous scholars in Jiangnan attacked Bo Chen, believing that he was the culprit for misinterpreting the words of the saints, but Zhou Wuyou knew that the retro Confucianism that Bo Chen and the scholars in Peking before him were restored to the life of the saints' theory.

"Be careful to receive the teachings", Zhou Wuyou bowed to Bo Chen to the ground. "What will happen in the future.

Wuyou, the virtue of Xie Bo’s teachings in front of each other’s face”.

"Two fools, I think none of your fellow disciples is normal." Zhu Jiangyan was so angry that he trembled all over. He was no longer Zhu Biao's confidant. If Emperor Antai wanted to deal with Bo Wenyuan to kill this retro Confucian atmosphere, he would naturally not discuss it with him.

Just from Qi Tai's expression of wanting to speak but stopping, it can be inferred that this matter is extraordinary.

But Zhou Wuyou, who is now trying to leave, is being persuaded by others. Why bother to come this trip tonight!

"Brother Zhu, let's go, it's useless to persuade him." Zhou Wuyou pulled Zhu Jiangyan's sleeve and signaled him to leave with him. Bo Chen was ready to commit martyrdom. He asked himself, he didn't have the courage to remember what happened tonight and prevent him from burying him with time.

Zhu Jiangyan sighed, put away the firearm, stood up and said goodbye. Now he had to pray that God would bless Bochen to spend these three days safely and send him back to Peking. Maybe I was worried too much. Thinking about what Bochen said, Zhu Jiangyan kept comforting himself in his heart. In the name of the benevolence and righteousness of Emperor Antai, according to the principle, he would not punish Bochen for his words, otherwise it would be equivalent to destroying his image. Huang Zicheng was Bochen's nephew, and would not risk the world to kill his master. As usual, Bochen should not have a bloody disaster. If Qi Tai's warning only means that there were a group of rogue literati ready to collude to criticize Bochen, and with Bochen's mind, he might not care about this matter.

"This is a big deal for Zhu Er. It will not delay Mr. Bo's study of the classics. Please ask Brother Wenyuan to help me. At the critical moment, I may be useful." Before leaving, Zhu Jiangyan gritted his teeth and took out a piece of gold with body temperature from his arms, pressed it into Bo Wenyuan's hand.

What treasure? Bochen used the light to look through it. There are a few lines of fly-headed characters on the gilded bronze medal. It is too small and he can't see clearly for a while.

"This is the imperial gold medal for avoiding death. Those who hold this card can be exempted from death without treason. Some officials recognize the card but not the person," Zhu Jiangyan said with a wry smile, "This is the first time His Majesty ascended the great treasure and rewarded Zhu for his many years of hard work. First, borrow Brother Yu to respond to the emergency. After Brother Yu returned north, Zhu sent someone to ask for it."

Bo Chen felt warm in his heart, and it was difficult to reject Zhu Ermei's intentions, so he solemnly hid it in his arms with the gold medal. Zhu Biao was not the founding king, and there were not many people who had made great achievements. Therefore, there were no more than seven people in the world who held the gold medal for the exemption from death given by Emperor Antai. Zhu Jiangyan followed him for many years and had the virtue of following the dragon, so he owned one of them.

"Those who hold this card will not die." After seeing off the guest, Bo Chen repeatedly looked through the gold medal in the room, "I only avoided death penalty once, I always thought I could use it repeatedly." He smiled and wrapped the gold medal and hid it in his close-fitting pocket.

Not far from the school, the big bell on the tower of the Temple of God was ringing, telling people the arrival of midnight. The legendary figure who carries the sins of the world was nailed to a cross, and he looked at the sentient beings with compassion at the top of the tower.

The Temple of God was a doctor of the Academy of Sciences. The Western monk Marco Cavani donated a lot of savings to build. The grass in front of the temple covers several acres and is a brick and stone structure, which is very expensive. Fortunately, Cavani and Lingkun pirated Western agricultural tools over the years and have a lot of income. Many families in the Central Plains are very popular with these farm tools, especially the Mara Plough invented during the Hongwu period that benefited a lot of dry fields on both sides of the Yellow River. A large area of ​​abandoned farming land during the reign of the Mongols was redeveloped. After Emperor Antai succeeded to the throne, he attached importance to farming and sericulture for a period of time. Marco Cavani "improved" the harvester and the ancient harvester, which originated in ancient Rome. The iron guy dragged behind the carriage was amazingly efficient to put away the wheat. It turned out that seven or eight strong laborers were required to do it.

Four or five days of harvester can be completed overnight, and workers do not need to bend over in the fields. This invention brought more dividends to Marconi, and the imperial court rewards alone included 2,000 gold coins. With the private rewards of the emperors of the two dynasties and the dividends distributed by merchants, Marconi finally saved enough money to build a church for more than ten years. After the church was built, the people called the Temple of God. Because its doctrine was similar to the Nestorians from the Song Dynasty, literati generally called it Jing Temple. Bowenyuan and Marconi, who became a "monk" after retirement, had some friendship. The two agreed with the concept of equality. The difference was that Marconi recognized the equality of souls before God, while Bowenyuan believed that under the same blue sky, all people were born equal.
Chapter completed!