During the Longchang period, he was known as Mr. Wu Ling in the world. He was a scholar of heaven and man, and wrote numerous works. He devoted himself to teaching for a period of time, and his students were all over the world. He taught people like Wen Yanbo. Moreover, he was indifferent to fame and fortune. Over the decades, many
Several prime ministers recommended him to the court, but Mr. Wu Ling failed to respond repeatedly. This brought his reputation to the pinnacle of his time.
His disciples and those who admired him even hailed him as a living saint.
Now, after Zhao Zongshi's repeated invitations, he finally entered Beijing at the age of ninety. The old gentleman was riding in a simple carriage, accompanied by three hundred close disciples, and behind him were more than a thousand believers following along the way. But in front of him,
It was the Prince of Bianjing who came to greet him. There were nearly a thousand officials and scholars who came to greet him.
Compared with the grand scene of Long Changqi's arrival in Beijing, Wang Anshi, who entered Beijing from the same direction, seemed silent. He and his wife Wu, along with their children and two younger brothers, took two inconspicuous stagecoaches.
Coming slowly from the official path. Wang Anshi had seven brothers, and three of them died, so he became the eldest. He also took care of the widows and children of the deceased brothers.
Prices in the capital were soaring. Although the salary of the third division judge was considerable, Wang Anshi was still unable to support the large family. He had to leave his sick old mother and her relatives in Jiangning, under the care of his fourth brother An Guo and fifth brother An Shi.
The sixth brother Wang Anli and the younger brother Wang Anshang went to Bianjing to study, and their two sons Wang Yu and Wang Pang, as well as the younger brother Wang Yu, took them with them.
At this moment, he is sitting in the car concentrating on reading, while his wife Wu is looking out the window boredly at the scenery, or breathing the fresh air. She comes from a scholarly family. Although she is almost 40 years old, she still has a beautiful face and a plump figure.
...Sex likes to be clean. Without this last point, Wang Anshi would definitely be a model husband in her eyes.
In this era, marriage is all about being well-matched. A world-famous talent, a handsome guy, and a successful young man like Wang Anshi is not at all lewd, and he never goes to prostitutes. He also doesn’t keep concubines at home. Such a husband is definitely trying to get married.
The lantern is nowhere to be found.
However, on the wedding night, Ms. Wu discovered that her husband had a bad smell. At first, she didn't pay much attention to it. She thought it was because her husband worked too hard at the wedding and his body's secretion system was developed. But after a while, she had a bad smell.
Then I realized that this handsome guy is really sloppy. If you don't force him, he will never wash his face, let alone take a shower.
Wang Anshi's temper is not very good. If you push him into a hurry, he will sleep in the study with his bedding for a month or two. Especially after having a son, he becomes more unscrupulous and wants to sleep in the study for the rest of his life. Don't disturb him.
It’s better to read the book yourself.
Wu finally couldn't bear it anymore and complained to Wang Anshi's mother: "Your precious son doesn't wash his face or brush his teeth all day long. He looks slovenly like a beggar. How did you teach me, mother-in-law?"
Unexpectedly, Wang Anshi's mother smiled and retorted: "I can't teach my precious son well. How could he be so successful? Now that he is your husband, it's your business. If you have the ability, teach him well yourself!"
If you are not convinced, you can ask my grandson to take the Dingjia test, then you will be considered capable."
Wu was at a loss for words and had to hide in the house and cry loudly. She hated that her parents only valued Wang Anshi's character and did not care about his habits. The thought of living with such a sloppy person for the rest of her life made her feel like she was falling into a pit of fire.
She worries about Wang Anshi's personal hygiene and other trivial matters all day long. Now she has become neurotic. She has to wash and reuse the bedding that Wang Anshi sleeps on. They can live as little as possible as a couple, but they have many children.
They had been married for nearly twenty years and had two sons and three daughters. The eldest daughter married into her uncle's family, and the second daughter died young. Only the young Queen Yao, who was just a year old and had a sweet smile, was in front of her to celebrate. This little lady was lively by nature.
, clever, cunning, and unparalleled in beauty, and won the favor of the couple.
"Mom, look, it's so lively outside." Wang Xun was only fourteen years old, when she was the most lively. This was the first time she went to Beijing with her parents, and she was curious about everything she saw.
Mrs. Wu thought the children were making a fuss, but when she took a closer look, she found that it was an unprecedented event.
"What's the big event today?"
"No," her eldest son, Wang Yu, who was only sixteen years old, rode over. This young man looked exactly like her father, except that his lips were thinner and his eyebrows were thinner. He looked more youthful than blue. Especially he was dressed in white.
, he was spotless, and he looked like a handsome and elegant young man, not as slovenly as his father. He was seen staring at the crowd in the distance and said in a cold voice: "It's just a farce."
"How can you say that?" In the next carriage, 25-year-old Wang Anli also opened the curtain, looked into the distance, and said after hearing this: "Mr. Wu Ling is a scholar of heaven and man, and is respected by everyone. Be careful of offending the public.
"
Wang Fang did not respect Uncle Six, who was nine years older than him. He thought he was too pedantic: "Uncle Six, this person from the Longchang period is not good. I heard that he carried a hundred volumes of his life's writings.
It must be dedicated to the imperial court. Once it is published all over the world, how can I survive as a newly learned person?"
"Let a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend..." Wang Anli thought about it and said, "There's nothing wrong with that, right?"
Just as Wang Yu was about to retort, he saw a horse galloping in the distance, so he closed his mouth and sneered silently.
"May I ask if this is the chariot of Mr. Wang, the judge of Sansi Duzhi?" The knight dressed in smart clothes and with a shaved head galloped forward and reined in his horse and asked.
"That's right, my father." Wang Yu nodded.
"That's great, my master and Master Sima are here to greet you!"
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Hearing that Chen Ke and Sima Guang were coming, Wang Anshi, who had been oblivious to what was happening outside the window, finally put down his book, straightened his clothes, and got out of the car to meet the two men.
"Jiefu, you're all right." Sima Guang was two years older than Wang Anshi and one class earlier. The two had been friends for many years.
"Late students meet the prince." Although the Song Dynasty prohibited worshiping the leader, Wang Anshi was his examiner, so Chen Ke met him as a disciple.
Wang Anshi had no one to spare, but he admired the two people in front of him very much. The former had profound knowledge and upright character, while the latter was talented and capable. They were both people he respected. Therefore, a rare smile appeared on his face, and he cupped his hands and said: "
How can I be so virtuous as to make peace with the stone? How dare I help you two to meet me from afar?"
"Jiefu is too modest." Sima Guang said with a rare smile on his old-fashioned face: "This means you are deliberately keeping a low profile. If you were to make a big show of it like Mr. Wu Ling, you would definitely be welcomed by thousands of people."
"Haha..." Wang Anshi smiled and introduced Sima Guang and Chen Ke to his disciples. After they were greeted, he introduced his disciples to them, Wang Anli, Wang Anshang, Wang Yu and Wang Pang.
When he was introduced to Wang Yu, Sima Guang had known for a long time that Wang Anshi was a son who had been very smart since he was a child. When he was thirteen years old, he heard soldiers from Shaanxi talk about the situation in the Tao River area and said: "The Song Dynasty here did not care about it. If it falls into the hands of the enemy,
Then the enemy is too strong and cannot be controlled.' Before he had the adult ceremony, he wrote tens of thousands of words of policy and theory. Together with Chen Ke, who wrote the "Dictionary" at the age of fourteen, he was called the two prodigies of the Song Dynasty.
Now seeing that this boy's handsome features were indeed the best among men, he couldn't help but be very fond of it and said: "This must be your Qilin'er!"
"Being bold and arrogant will result in failure." Even though Wang Anshi was very proud, he still had to pretend to be disdainful.
"Haha." Sima Guang laughed and said, "Stop pretending, you still don't know how beautiful you are."
"Haha..." Wang Anshi smiled awkwardly and said, "Let's go into the city."
So Wang Anshi stopped riding in a car and rode a horse instead. He and Sima Guang rode in front of him. The two looked at each other and looked back to see that they had distanced themselves.
"To be honest." Sima Guang said softly, "I didn't expect you to come."
"If possible, I really don't want to go to Beijing at this time." Wang Anshi sighed in a low voice.
"Yes, troubled times are full of right and wrong." Sima Guang nodded and said, "If possible, I would like to stay away from him."
"Tell me," Wang Anshi's voice became even lower. He looked back at Chen Ke, who was talking to Wang Yu, and lowered his voice: "Why do all the civil and military officials of the dynasty rely on us?"
"You look down on us." Sima Guang smiled bitterly and said: "It's okay for you to say that after twenty years of cultivation, innovative learning, and tens of thousands of books, you are already famous in the world and highly respected by the public. It is normal for people to keep an eye on you. I am an idle person.
It’s really hard to understand that a small criminal could be favored by them.”
"That's because they have vision, or they have guidance from experts." Others didn't know Sima Guang's ability, but Wang Anshi knew very well that his best friend was a sword hidden in a box, a sword buried in the sand.
Pearls, after all, have to stand out and shine brightly. Therefore, he couldn't help but admire Zhao Zongji's ability to hold Sima Guang back: "From this point of view, that person is not as simple as imagined."
"You haven't answered me yet, why did you accept the appointment?" Sima Guang asked, "I thought you would still stick to your words."
"Alas..." Wang Anshi sighed softly, touching his flabby thighs and said: "In a blink of an eye, I am 40 years old. If I don't leave the mountain, all my life-long ambitions will be in vain."
"Did you know that if you are summoned this time, you will be regarded as siding with that person?" Sima Guang sighed faintly: "I can't help it. A dead horse is a living horse doctor, but you can wait until it becomes clearer.
Besides, no matter who comes up and wants to spread a great cause, they have to use you."
Wang Anshi was silent,
He had indeed struggled for a long time before going to Beijing this time. Zhang Dun and Wang Yu repeatedly tried to persuade him, and they both agreed that if Zhao Zongshi ascended to the throne, all his ambitions would come to naught. Because Zhao Zongshi was not an enterprising person.
Lord, secondly, he must rely on those heroes who helped him rise to power, such as Han Qi, Wang Gongchen, Liu Chang and others. No matter how high his reputation is, Wang Anshi cannot enter Zhao Zongshi's inner circle, let alone delegate power to him.
In the end, it was the news of Long Changqi's visit to Beijing that made him determined not to sit still and wait for death - even if Long Changqi was officially recognized and became the academic orthodoxy of the Song Dynasty, how could he still have a foothold?
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Sorry, sorry, I didn't have enough rest today and I was very sleepy. Fortunately, I took a rest. I will try to finish another chapter at 12 o'clock.
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