Lu Youlong's nose was almost crooked with anger. The ceremony he had carefully arranged to receive the wind was actually disrupted by someone wearing mourning clothes.
"Here comes..." Lu Youlong was about to order the arrest, but suddenly he heard someone crying loudly, "Jie Qing, Jie Qing, my father, my father... his old man... is dead..."
There was a lot of crying and crying at the scene, which completely shattered the entire welcoming ceremony.
Jingqing is the cousin of Yuzhu, and only a very few people are qualified to call Yuzhu this way.
Yuzhu looked over attentively, and then he suddenly discovered that the leader of the man wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety was none other than Li Guangdi's eldest son Li Zhonglun.
Li Guangdi's identity is very unusual. He is not only the former bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion, but also the tutor of Yuzhu's provincial examination.
According to today's etiquette and ethics, once you are a teacher, you will always be a father.
He was a teacher who had passed the provincial examination. No matter what, Yuzhu would not dare to neglect him.
Yuzhu quickly took big steps and ran towards Li Zhonglun.
As he ran, he ran, and Yuzhu's eyes became moist.
As Yuzhu ran, he cried and shouted: "It's sad to lose my master..."
Seeing Yuzhu running up to him, Li Zhonglun suppressed his grief, bowed to the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiankao passed away unfortunately, and the student came here to report it in the middle hall."
Li Guangdi had four sons. According to the inherent Confucian logic, one of his sons must work at home, study, and take care of the ancestral property.
After picking and choosing, Li Guangdi chose his eldest son Li Zhonglun, who was least good at imperial examinations.
Yuzhu knew the situation in Li Guangdi's family very well.
Even Li Zhonglun, who was not good at reading, passed the Fujian Provincial Examination and became a veritable scholar.
In the era when Yuzhu came, the college entrance examinations in Henan and Hebei were ridiculed as: the hell mode of the college entrance examination because of the extremely low admission rate.
In today's Qing Dynasty, the provincial examinations in Jiangsu and Fujian are also called the hell model.
Yuzhu and Li Zhonglun hugged each other and cried for a while. When they stopped crying, Yuzhu asked Li Zhonglun in a trembling voice with tears in his eyes: "Brother Shide, my mentor, is there any legacy?"
When Li Zhonglun heard the word Yi Zhe, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that the Yi Zhe had been secretly taken away, so he had no choice but to come to dissuade Yu Zhu.
As usual, after a former academician becomes an official, he loses the right to record memorials exclusively. All his memorials must be translated by the governor of the province.
In other words, Li Guangdi's legacy must pass through the hands of Fujian Governor Lu Youlong before it can be handed over to the old emperor.
However, since Lu Youlong took office, he has been suppressing Li Guangdi openly and secretly.
Since Yuzhu took the initiative to ask, Li Zhonglun took out the sealed box of the memorial without hesitation, and solemnly held it in Yuzhu's hands.
"Qing Qing, I am forced to have no choice but to do it out of necessity. After everything is settled, Brother Yu will give you a satisfactory explanation." Li Zhonglun looked at Yuzhu expectantly.
Yuzhu knew well that Li Guangdi's legacy would be a hot potato.
However, who made Li Guangdi Yuzhu’s provincial examination tutor?
No matter how difficult it is, how can Yuzhu be allowed to shrink back in full view of the public?
"Come here, rush the military report eight hundred miles away and deliver it to Changchun Garden!" Yuzhu took Li Guangdi's legacy with both hands and gave the order without hesitation.
"Hey." After Niu Tai took the folding box from Yuzhu's hand, he immediately led his subordinate officials to put a seal on the folding box and stamped it with the bright red governor's seal.
"Drive...drive..." I saw a seventh-grade military attache carrying a yellow baggage on his shoulders and galloping away like lightning.
As usual, the governor's special hurried foot for delivering troops to report official duties must be worn with a seventh-grade top.
The eight-hundred-mile expedited military report was already the fastest way to transmit information in the Qing Dynasty.
In the Qing Dynasty, the national postal system consisted of nearly 2,000 post stations, more than 70,000 postmen and multiple delivery shops, and more than 40,000 post soldiers.
The depth exceeds any previous dynasty.
According to the regulations of the Ministry of War, every place in the Qing Dynasty had a post station or delivery shop every 20 miles.
In other words, an official who is in a hurry can change his horse every 20 miles, but he cannot change his horse and gallop towards the capital.
After eight hundred miles of hurry, it was obviously impossible to be recovered. Li Zhonglun took a long breath and turned his head to glare at Lu Youlong.
It's just a matter of raising people. If he dares to insult the feudal officials in public, even if Li Zhonglun is reasonable, it will become unreasonable.
Yuzhu saw that the situation was not going well, so he quickly grabbed Li Zhonglun, and with a smile on his face, he softened his posture and tried to persuade him with kind words.
"Brother Shidao, my mentor's funeral is very important. There are some things that can only be done in the future."
Yuzhu's words were soft yet hard, soft yet firm, forcing Li Zhonglun to pay attention to his attitude and stance.
Helping Li Guangdi successfully issue his will and helping Li Zhonglun deal with Lu Youlong are obviously two different things!
Lu Youlong was so angry that he had a good opportunity to impress, but was messed up by the damn Li Zhonglun.
Li Anxi's family is so hateful, there is no good person at all!
Having said that, Lu Youlong and Li Guangdi have no enmity far or close to each other, so they have nothing to do with each other.
But who said that Lu Youlong was the disciple of Song Zhu, the chief scholar in Manchuria?
Before Li Guangdi became an official, there was considerable discord with Song Zhu due to different political opinions.
It is no exaggeration to say that there were more than dozens of scenes where Li Guangdi and Song Zhu openly fell out in front of the old emperor?
When Li Guangdi was in power, Song Zhu could do nothing but help him.
After Li Guangdi begged for his body and returned to his hometown to retire, it was Song Zhu's turn to find ways to deal with him.
With Yuzhu's political wisdom, even if he thought with his feet, he would have guessed that Lu Youlong's coming to Fujian to be the governor was not Song Zhu's deliberate arrangement.
As long as the old emperor has not died yet, Yuzhu's greatest interest at the moment is to come to Fujian to suppress the bandits.
Successfully annihilating the bandits and further defrauding the old emperor's trust is the right way!
Trying to seize power through other means is a dead end.
The old emperor didn't even trust his own son, so how could he completely trust an outsider like Yuzhu?
Seeing Li Zhonglun looking at him eagerly, Yuzhu sighed and said warmly: "Brother Shidao, after the legacy of my mentor is handed over, the court will definitely have special favors. At that time, I will go to Anxi again with the favor.
The government is so proud."
To be honest, Yuzhu was the newly appointed governor. He didn't even enter the gate of the governor's office, and went to Anxi to pay homage to Li Guangdi.
Will definitely eat bullets!
No matter how stupid Li Zhonglun was, he knew that he could not force others to do anything, so he had no choice but to say goodbye to Yuzhu with tears.
After sending Li Zhonglun away, Yuzhu seemed to be fine, pulling Lu Youlong and Huang Bingyue to chat about the affairs of the capital.
As long as Yuzhu himself doesn't feel embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
Lu Youlong looked at Yuzhu who was chatting and laughing, and secretly admired him. The number one favorite in front of him today is indeed extraordinary!