Chapter 942: Vast China, illustrious civilization, benevolence spread far and wide, great enlightenment
"Mr. Qin's insight is really eye-opening for us. It's really shameless to confuse right and wrong so much! Hmph!
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"Don't dare! Gentlemen are harmonious but different. They just express their opinions!"
Qin Hui raised his sleeves, bowed in salute, and sat back calmly in response to the strange look in his eyes.
Before he spoke for Gongsun Zhao and refuted what Ren Shenxian had done, he knew that once he did this, his reputation among the scholars would be ruined.
After all, leaving aside Ren Shenxian's behavior of cursing the military, just let Gongsun Zhao be appointed as the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and let him be in charge of Yushitai. Isn't this Yan Ting's disregard for the feelings of the scholar-bureaucrats and adding salt to the wounds of Ren Boyu's family?
What?
Therefore, although Ren Shenxian's ground-breaking words were heard, and the old man of the Chao family fell ill that day, and some of the scholars present fled overnight, left Yanjing, hid for a few years, changed their appearance, and came back for the imperial examination, there were still a large number of people, especially those who
The scholars who were not present expressed their agreement one after another.
Whether it is the filial piety to the father or the pride of a scholar, this should be the case!
The pent-up dissatisfaction with the three important ministers, Gao Qiu, Ding Run, and Gongsun Zhao, finally broke out.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with the emperor who always treats scholars favorably, but the fault lies with the traitors around him, such as Cai Jing.
"'Your Majesty has devoted the blood of his people without mercy, has forgotten his country's great vengeance without avenging it, and has endured shame. How can future generations of the world say that Your Majesty is like a master?' In the past, Cai Gong's memorials were filled with tears of blood, and the words are still in my ears!"
"The scholars greatly praised him for his eloquent explanation of the advantages and disadvantages and his inspiring words. He was the loyal minister who guarded the Daming Mansion and resisted the Northern invaders. I never thought that Cai Xiang would change!"
"In order to maintain his position, he actually promoted a small official to be a censor, which is despised by everyone in the world!"
Listening to the people in the hall criticizing the ills of the times and motivating the country, Qin Hui silently sipped tea, his eyes twinkling, thinking about his own way out.
After two hours, the literary meeting finally ended. All the scholars stood up and left the hall of Sui'an Restaurant in twos and threes.
Sure enough, no one seemed willing to go with him, but when their eyes met by chance, there were no less than ten people, which revealed a different meaning.
Qin Hui felt sure that he was safe.
It is true that scholar-bureaucrats attach great importance to reputation and integrity, but they also attach great importance to official status.
Nowadays, there are many opponents, who want to go against the prime minister and the court. Under such circumstances, if you agree, you can imagine the huge benefits to be gained, and you can't help but be tempted.
Therefore, Qin Hui is not worried that he has no supporters.
It was too early to make contact now. When I walked out of the restaurant where the literary club was located, there was an old servant wearing a hat waiting in front of the door, holding a pony.
Qin Hui glanced at the old servant, hatred and fear flashed in his eyes, got on his horse, and pointed to the streets of Yanjing.
The old servant seemed to be deaf and mute. After making several gestures, he finally understood, took the horse, and began to wander.
Qin Hui's attention began to shift to the surrounding scenery and people.
Since the canal was dredged, more and more goods were sent to the capital, and the Forbidden City in the north of the city began to be officially built. The streets of Yanjing have become more spacious and tidy, and new pavilions can be seen everywhere, creating a prosperous atmosphere.
At this time, there were also people coming and going, merchants were like clouds, people had smiles on their faces, and there was no commotion at all.
This made Qin Hui feel disappointed: "The status of scholar-bureaucrats is really not what it used to be..."
In the past, the scholar-bureaucrats and the official families of Zhao and Song Dynasties jointly ruled the world. If there was any disturbance among the scholar-bureaucrats, all strata in the world would be turbulent. Even in a city, a depressive atmosphere would soon pervade.
Now it’s up to everyone to do what they should do...
How could this be?
"Is it because those scholars who criticize current affairs can no longer hold important positions? I'm afraid that's the case..."
"The number of officials in the new dynasty is small and they have a lot of power. With my talent and learning, if I can become an official, I may not be able to accomplish something!"
"Oh, it's a pity that I'm just a poor and jealous person, and I met that group of people..."
Thinking that he had not passed the exam so far and was just a shabby private school teacher. Even the betrothal gift for his wife Wang was borrowed from relatives and friends. Qin Hui sighed and forced his eyes to look away from the rich and luxurious carriages.
He took it back, took his servants, and rode toward the west of the city on a pony.
After walking all the way out of the city gate, he drove for a while and finally arrived at a temporary house in the western suburbs. The house he rented was here.
The housing prices in Yanjing were deliberately suppressed by the imperial court. They did not skyrocket like those in Bianliang, and the rents were not high. They just continued to expand. The original city walls would soon be demolished, and he lived in the western suburbs, which was completely different.
reason.
Before arriving at the door of the house, he saw a woman, accompanied by a maid, doing activities outside the hospital. Qin Hui was overjoyed when he saw her: "My lady!"
When the woman heard this, she looked over and greeted her with joy: "My husband is back?"
This is Wang, the granddaughter of the prime minister. Historically, she was Tong Guan’s goddaughter. She does not have such a high status now, but her family background is still beyond the reach of Qin Hui. If the Wang family had not fled south when the Liao invaded, his father would have
I happened to fall in love with him, but I didn’t have this high-profile marriage.
Of course, Qin Hui at this time did not know that this lady was infertile and was known to be a jealous woman. Later, he was not allowed to take concubines to carry on the family line, so he changed his surname to Qin with his brother's son and succeeded him as Duke, while Qin Hui
After all, I can only say that you did a great job...
At this moment, in the sunshine, seeing Wang's plain clothes and thin face, Qin Hui's eyes turned red: "Sorry, madam!"
Mrs. Wang hugged her, and just as the couple warmed up, they heard a strange low voice: "Go in!"
The strange thing is that it is not Chinese, but Khitan, and the speaker is an old slave who has been following him all the way, baring his teeth and showing a ferocious look.
Qin Hui and Wang sighed secretly, separated immediately, and walked quickly towards the yard.
Entering the courtyard, he saw several big men squatting in the shadows, with bows and arrows in their hands. One of the arrows with a cold light was missing and was aimed directly at Qin Hui's chest.
"Warrior, don't joke..."
Qin Huigu swallowed his saliva and tangled his legs together. Fortunately, unlike the Jinling period, he no longer ticked. He begged in a low voice: "Outside, you can't speak Khitan anymore, you will be exposed...
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old slave returned to the men. He is obviously a member of the same clan. The leader of the men said coldly: "If we are exposed, you will definitely die first!"
Qin Hui wanted to say something else, but Wang supported him and shook his head gently.
Qin Hui also understood that he couldn't explain it to these barbarians, so he and Wang supported each other, walked to the chair and slowly sat down, relaxing their trembling calves. When he saw the old slave pulling off his hat, cursing and looking fiercely, he hurriedly used the new one.
He learned Khitan and explained with half gestures and half stumbles:
"Your Jurchen's hair and braids are the attire of foreigners... You must wear a hat to hide it, otherwise you will be discovered... Even if you wear a hat, you are still dangerous and your behavior is unscrupulous..."
After hearing this, the man immediately said: "We are Jurchen warriors, we should not be weak southerners!"
The group of big men in front of me are indeed Jurchens.
During the time of Jinling, there was actually a small-scale conflict between Yan and Jin in order to snatch the last emperor Zhao Ji. The situation was chaotic at that time. Wanyan Gao took Zhao Huan, Zhao Gou and other royal family members on the boat and left, along with a group of Jin people.
The samurai did not board the ship.
The leader was named Wanyan Po Lu Huo, who was a cousin of the Jurchen royal family and was related by blood to Wanyan Aguda.
At this time, the Jin people were all fighting, regardless of whether they were noble or not. Seeing that the situation was not going well, Wanyan Polu Huo hid in the city for a few days, then kidnapped a family of scholars and escaped.
That family is Qin Hui and his wife.
We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet each other, we will not meet each other.
After understanding the identity of Qin Hui and his wife, and seeing their integrity, Wanyan Po Lu Huo came up with a bold idea, coerced them into entering Beijing, and has been lurking until now.
Qin Hui made great achievements.
The original attire of the Jurchens of the Jin Kingdom was to "have their hair hanging back, earlobes of gold and silver, leave their hair at the back, tie it with colored silk, and the rich would wear pearls and gold as decorations." Nowadays, the Jurchens are so poor that they have no gold and silver.
Decoration, but basically still bald and braided.
Qin Hui felt that this feature was too eye-catching. He also saw that Yanjing was cold and dry, and was not as cold and dry as Bianliang in the Central Plains. There were fewer hairpins and more hats on the streets, so he took the initiative to help the gold medalist wear hats and let him pretend to be a deaf-mute.
Only then did he become a servant by his side, keeping an eye on him and preventing him from escaping.
In fact, Qin Hui didn't dare to run away at all. Firstly, his wife was in the hands of the other party, and secondly, he didn't dare to gamble with his own life that the rich man would not turn back for revenge. After thinking about it, it was better to cooperate with each other. As expected, the two sides became more and more inseparable.
The better the tacit understanding, the more they can now take each other to observe in Yanjing City.
At this time, the golden man dressed as an old slave almost danced and described the prosperity of Yanjing.
The more Wanyan Po Lu Huo listened, the more greedy she became, and asked again: "Have you accomplished the task I entrusted to you? Let the Yan people stir up chaos, stir up chaos!"
Qin Hui hurriedly said: "The King of Yan wants to appoint someone as a great official. If many people are not convinced, there will be internal fighting, which will lead to chaos!"
Wanyanpo Lu Huo's eyes showed contempt: "Yan people and Song people are all the same!"
Qin Hui thought that he was originally a subject of the capital of Zhao and Song Dynasties, and he could get close to the water and the towers first, but now he ended up like this. He shook his head and said: "Yan and Song are different, the people of Yan are much stronger!"
Wanyanpo Lu Huo didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit it, and she suddenly became angry: "If the Song people still control this rich place, it will be the pasture of our Jurchens, damn the Yan people... I will kill the King of Yan!
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This man spoke very fast, and Qin Hui finally understood what he meant. He was immediately frightened out of his wits. These barbarians were desperate to die. Don't drag them with them. His legs were tangled together again, and he asked wisely in his haste: "Do the Jin people need officials from Zhao and Song?"
Wanyanpo Lu Huo always remembered the order when he came, and tried to capture as many Zhao and Song officials as possible to return to the Jin Kingdom. Now they were heading north all the way, and they were not far from Liaodong. It would be great if they could bring back a group of officials that Dubo Jilie liked.
OK: "Can you find it?"
Qin Hui breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course, the officials of Zhao Song are scholar-bureaucrats. As long as you are willing to believe me, you will return home with a full load!"
Wanyanpo Lu Huo looked at him, spat in the middle of her eyebrows, and laughed loudly: "You are from the Song Dynasty! You are from the Song Dynasty!"