Jiao Fang stroked her beard and smiled, looked at Bi Heng and said, "What do you think, Master Bi!"
Bi Heng said slowly: "Bi thought it was wise for the General Manager not to take the opportunity to cause any implication. If not, I am afraid that General Manager Chu would have become the target of public criticism by now!"
A bright light flashed in his eyes, Jiao Fang nodded and said: "What Mr. Bi said is true. As soon as the case of Huang Huai and others' conspiracy came out, it can be said that all the civil and military officials and even the powerful in the capital were uneasy, especially His Majesty General
This case has been handed over to the Governor. I don’t know how many people are afraid that the Governor will get involved and take the opportunity to eradicate dissidents. I have no doubt that if the Governor really dares to do this, the civil and military officials will definitely unite to fight back!"
Bi Heng put down the wine glass and said: "Yes, I was really worried about the governor at that time. Fortunately, the governor was not eager for quick success."
Jiao Fang smiled and said: "The governor sees more clearly than we do, and his foresight is not comparable to that of us. Otherwise, why did the governor fight all the way back to the capital from the south of the Yangtze River, and why the civil and military officials in the court hated him to death, but...
There is nothing the Lord Datuk can do.”
Jiao Fang couldn't recommend Chu Yi more highly for his grasp of the general trend and his style of conduct.
After all, he has been working for Chu Yi for several years, and few people know better than him how clever Chu Yi's methods are.
One of the few literati who were talking loudly on the side said under the influence of wine: "The eunuchs have seized power, the first assistant has left the capital, and the loyal and good people of the court have been slandered as complicit in rebellion. We, the scholars, are for the livelihood of the common people and the plan of all the people. For the sake of the Ming Dynasty.
, you should stand up and write a joint letter to the Emperor, imploring the Emperor to stay away from eunuchs and stay close to virtuous ministers!"
Several other literati mostly clapped their hands excitedly and praised: "Wonderful, wonderful, what Brother Jing'an said makes sense!"
Seeing several literati leaving together drunkenly, discussing how to unite many literati in Beijing to jointly submit a letter to the emperor, Jiao Fang and Bi Heng looked a little solemn.
With a sigh, Bi Heng said slowly: "As the saying goes, the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. It seems that some people think that this capital is not lively enough!"
Jiao Fang sneered and said with a bit of disdain: "They are just a group of arrogant people who don't realize they are being used as pawns. They don't even think about it, as long as justice is in hand, the governor would never hesitate to kill someone!"
In Jiao Fang's opinion, these scholars are simply idiots who are complacent about being used by others. They just don't know if these people still have the inexplicable sense of honor that they had before when the butcher's knife is applied to their necks.
Bi Heng drank the wine in one gulp and said, "But we still need to give the Governor a reminder about this kind of thing. Otherwise, if these people really cause trouble, it will not be a good thing for the Governor after all!"
Jiao Fang nodded and said: "What Mr. Bi said is true. After we return, you and I will jointly send a handwritten letter to the governor explaining this matter."
There is the Yuanshan Poetry Society in the capital city. Although the literary style in the northern capital city is as prosperous as that in the south of the Yangtze River, as the imperial capital of a country, it naturally gathers many literati.
Yuanshan Poetry Club is a large and small book club in Beijing. It is also quite famous among poetry clubs. Such a poetry club is located in an elegant mansion in the west of the city.
It is said that this mansion was a villa owned by Li Shi, the cabinet minister of the current dynasty. Mr. Li was particularly fond of poetry, so he specially provided this villa free of charge as the venue for the activities of Yuanshan Poetry Club.
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Even Ge Lao will come to participate in poetry meetings of the Poetry Society when he has free time. With a Ge Lao supporting Yuanshan Poetry Society like this, it is conceivable that Yuanshan Poetry Society is naturally well-known in the capital.
This day is the day of the Poetry Society's semi-monthly gathering. All members of the Poetry Society in the capital will come to attend the Poetry Society gathering if they have nothing to delay.
There are more than a hundred people in the entire poetry club on weekdays, but there are probably dozens of people who can come to the gathering every time. Even though there are only dozens of people, this number is actually quite a lot.
Several literati who smelled of alcohol entered the house. Many people had already arrived in the yard early. At this time, everyone was gathering in groups.
Of course, what everyone is discussing right now is not about poetry or gossip about an official, but the hottest topic in the capital.
Three days later, outside the Noon Gate, thousands of people went to the execution ground to be executed. This was definitely the first time this happened in the capital in decades. Even ordinary people in the capital were talking about it, not to mention these scholars.
Already.
When scholars gather together, they naturally talk loudly. It seems that there is nothing in the world that they cannot discuss.
A young man with a jade-like face was sitting there, playing with an exquisite jade pendant in one hand. He looked like a good gentleman as gentle as jade.
Song Yu
It is true that this young man with a jade-like face is named Song Yu, but his appearance really does not tarnish such a name.
While sipping tea and playing with the jade pendant, Song Yu had a faint smile on her lips and glanced at the scholars present.
Beside him, the scholar Wei Ming said to Song Yu with a bit of pride: "How is Brother Song? This Yuanshan Poetry Society is not bad, right? Although Brother Song is a direct disciple of the saint, his status in this capital city is not good.
But there are not a few who are not bad at Brother Song."
As he spoke, Wei Ming pointed to a scholar in green shirt who was vaguely surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers under a big tree not far away and whispered: "Brother Song, have you seen that person? That person is
Li Yi, the young master from Dang Chaoge's hometown, once worshiped Li Dongyang, the former chief minister of the cabinet, so he is no worse than Brother Song in terms of his status and his apprenticeship."
Song Yu smiled slightly and said: "How can Song be comparable to Mr. Li? Brother Wei, please stop making fun of Song!"
Wei Ming shook his head and said: "Brother Song is too self-effacing. You are a descendant of Qufu Confucianism, and your status is no worse than any of the powerful children here."
Wei Ming said curiously: "By the way, Brother Song, why are you coming to the capital this time? Wei Mou wrote in handwriting to Brother Song more than once to invite Brother Song to come, but he was rejected by Brother Song. Now...
yes……"
Hearing this, Song Yu smiled slightly and said, "The reason why I declined Brother Wei's invitation before was because I was already a scholar and my mentor didn't allow it. Now that Song has accomplished his studies, he naturally has to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. He is the best in the capital."
But the earth has to come!”
Wei Ming said with a look of surprise on his face: "It turns out that Brother Song is on a study tour!"
Just as Wei Ming and Song Yu were talking in a low voice, a smell of alcohol hit his face, and he saw several scholars sitting down. One of them glanced at Song Yu and couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he said to Wei Ming: "
Wei Ming, how do you call this brother, why don't you introduce it to us?"
Wei Ming coughed lightly and said, "This is Song Yu, a friend of Wei's since childhood. He worshiped under the sage. Now he is successful in his studies and travels all over the world. Please take care of me."
"Haha, it's easy to talk, easy to talk about. If you have any problems in this capital, just come to us."
Sun Jing'an patted his chest and looked at Song Yudao.
Song Yu nodded slightly and said calmly: "So Song, I would like to thank you all!"
Wei Ming looked at Sun Jing'an and the others and said, "Brother Sun, you smell like drunk. If Mr. Li Ge comes here, you guys will be rude!"
Hearing Wei Ming mentioning Ge Lao Li Shi, Sun Jing'an and others felt awe-inspiring and the alcoholism dissipated a lot.
If they win Li Shi's favor, they may not be able to become the next Mo Qing. Everyone in the poetry club doesn't know that Mo Qing is Li Shi's successor and favorite disciple.
It was precisely because of Li Shi's respect and support, as well as Mo Qing's own abilities, that he climbed to the high position of a minister in a dozen years.
It's a pity that Mo Qing has suffered a disaster now, and everyone in the family is about to be beheaded. Without Mo Qing, will Li Shi choose someone else to inherit his mantle?
Although the possibility is unlikely, as long as there is a glimmer of possibility, everyone has great expectations.
Not to mention anything else, just being recognized by Li Shi as the heir to his mantle means being able to inherit Li Shi's interpersonal network. When the time comes, with this large network existing, it may not be impossible to reach the heights of Mo Qing.
With a slight cough, Sun Jing'an explained: "We just hid a little bit of wine. We were so angry that we couldn't help but drink two more drinks!"
The few scholars who were with Sun Jing'an all nodded and said: "That's right, let alone us. If it were you, Brother Wei, I'm afraid you would have to drink a few drinks with us."
After hearing what Sun Jing'an and others said, Wei Ming couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and said doubtfully: "Oh? Why are you not angry about anything?"
Song Yu, who was playing with the jade pendant, also looked at Sun Jing'an and the others.
Sun Jing'an said angrily: "The notice shows how innocent Lord Mo Qing is, but he was framed by Chu Yi, the eunuch, and ended up with his entire family being executed. We are extremely angry."
Wei Ming was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Sun Jing'an say: "Brother Wei, do you think that if we jointly submit a letter to the Emperor, asking the Emperor to stay away from eunuchs and villains and be close to virtuous ministers, will His Majesty punish the Chu traitors!"
When Song Yu heard Chu Yi's name, the hand playing with the jade pendant couldn't help but pause slightly, and his eyes were as calm as water.
Wei Ming hesitated and said: "Your Majesty has such great trust in Chu Yi that he has entrusted him with both the Chief of Ceremonies and the Royal Horse Supervisor. I am afraid that this kind of trust cannot be shaken by a joint letter from us!"
Sun Jing'an said: "If we can't shake Chu Yi's position, it means that we haven't united enough people. I believe that as long as we can contact more literati to write to the emperor, the emperor will definitely pay attention to our opinions and give everyone a satisfactory
Answer!"
Wei Ming subconsciously said: "Isn't this forced to have a baby?"
Sun Jing'an's eyes widened and he said: "What is forced to conceive? How could this be forced to conceive? We are just asking Your Majesty to listen to the voices of the world's scholars!"
Several scholars on the side nodded their heads and said: "Brother Jing'an's words are reasonable. We and others are very soft-spoken. Only by joining forces can we reach heaven and let His Majesty take us seriously and know our ardent expectations and loyalty to His Majesty!"
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