One hundred and seventieth chapters different ways
Several scholars nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, we just want His Majesty to listen to our voices, why should we force the palace to say it!"
Perhaps Sun Jing'an's voice was a little louder, which alarmed many people in the courtyard. Everyone turned their eyes towards Sun Jing'an and the others.
Under the big tree, Li Yi, the son of Mr. Ge, who was gathering together to talk, came over at this moment, and his eyes first glanced at Song Yu who was sitting there.
Song Yu was introduced by Wei Ming. After learning about Song Yu's identity, Li Yi naturally felt a sense of rejection towards Song Yu.
Not only Song Yu's appearance, but also Song Yu's history as a teacher made Li Yi feel a pressure. In the past, since he was the son of the elder in the Yuanshan Poetry Society, he had worshiped before him.
The disciple of the first assistant can be regarded as a disciple of a famous teacher and has a good status.
Among the members of the poetry club, there really is no one who can compare with him, so in this poetry club, Li Yi has always been the object of everyone's compliments and admiration.
But when Song Yu appeared, even if Li Yi reacted slowly, he knew that Song Yu would definitely take away a large part of the attention he received.
Therefore, Li Yi refused to approach Song Yu from the beginning. He and his group were far away, but now they were alarmed by Sun Jing'an and came over.
Li Yi looked at Sun Jing'an and said, "Brother Jing'an, why are you so excited? How is your majesty?"
Obviously Li Yi did not hear clearly what Sun Jing'an said, but vaguely heard the mention of the Emperor, and then asked him to come over.
Sun Jing'an glanced at Li Yi, bowed his hands and said: "It turns out to be Brother Li, it's okay. Didn't Sun and a few friends see the notice when they were outside earlier? He drank some wine with displeasure and just met Wei.
Brother Ming mentioned whether we can jointly submit a letter to the Emperor to cry out for injustice for Lord Mo Qing!"
Li Yi couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this, and chuckled: "Oh, Brother Jing'an actually has such considerations. If you really want to jointly submit a letter, let's count Li!"
Mo Qing was the successor chosen by Li Yi's father, and Mo Qing lived up to his expectations. He had already reached the high position of Minister of the Ministry of Education at the age of forty, and the next step was to be able to take charge of the Ministry of Education and even enter the cabinet.
As long as nothing happens to Mo Qing, even if Li Shi becomes an official and Mo Qing is in the court, no one in the Li family dares to look down on him. As the son of the Li family, it also depends on whether Li Yi will have a good life in the future.
How far can Mo Qing go?
The result was good, Mo Qing fell into the hands of Chu Yi, which completely ruined the future of the Li family. It's no wonder that Li Shi had such a big reaction in the cabinet before.
Hearing Li Yi's intentional response, Sun Jing'an and others couldn't help but their eyes lit up. Scholars like them were either honest and down-to-earth and climbed up with their own abilities. However, this road skipped hardships. It can be said that those who can really stand out are hundreds of people.
None of them.
For scholars, there is another way to become famous all over the world, and that is to become famous.
It's just that it's not that easy for people like Sun Jing'an to become famous. They have no ability and no fame. No matter how big their ambitions are, they are just vain.
I don't know how many literati lingered in the capital, trying their best to curry favor with the important ministers in the court, in order to one day be able to enter the eyes of an important person and achieve great success.
Now, there is a perfect opportunity in front of them. After ten years of silence, they will become a blockbuster. Sun Jing'an and others have already dreamed of jointly writing a letter to the emperor. No matter what the result is, these people will definitely cause a sensation in the entire capital, and then become famous all over the world.
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As a scholar, if you become famous, you will not be able to go anywhere in the world.
If it was just a hot idea in his head before, now Sun Jing'an felt the admiring looks from many people around him and his whole body seemed to suddenly become more enlightened.
Isn't the opportunity that I have been looking forward to just around the corner? I will jointly submit a letter to the emperor and make the matter as big as possible. It is best to make it known to the whole world. As the initiator, he will definitely become famous in one fell swoop.
Thinking of this, Sun Jing'an couldn't help but tremble with excitement. Once this opportunity was missed, he didn't know when he would have to wait until the next time. Besides, there were so many people here, and Sun Jing'an felt a sense of crisis just by seeing everyone's reaction.
He didn't think he was the only one who could think of this. Maybe someone among the people present had the same idea and plan as him at this moment.
Taking a deep breath, the drunkenness in his body suddenly dissipated a lot. Sun Jing'an stood up with a straight look on his face and shouted: "Everyone, please listen to what Sun has to say!"
Everyone's eyes fell on Sun Jing'an. It was the first time that Sun Jing'an became the focus of everyone. The moment he felt everyone's eyes focused on him, he felt a little bit elated in his heart. This is
The feeling of being in the spotlight?
Even for this, he has to become famous, no matter how high the price is to pay for it.
With determination in his heart, Sun Jing'an said slowly: "Everyone, Master Mo is so unjust. The eunuch Chu Yi covered the sky with one hand and deceived the emperor. We, the literati, are all role models for the people. Do we have to sit back and watch this unprecedented injustice happen?
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Everyone looked at Sun Jing'an. Several of Sun Jing'an's supporters heard this and couldn't help shouting: "No, no!"
Sun Jing'an nodded slightly and said: "The sages once said that the scholars of our generation have a heart for heaven and earth, a destiny for the people, a legacy for the past saints, and a peace for all generations. Who can wake up the emperor and save me?"
There was a smile on Li Yi's lips, and he looked at Sun Jing'an and nodded slightly, while also looking at the reactions of the people around him.
I have to say that Sun Jing'an's words were quite inspiring. At least 80% to 90% of the people present looked excited and looked at Sun Jing'an with great approval.
Li Yi could notice this, and Sun Jing'an could naturally see it too. He was excited and waved his arms and said: "Sun is not talented. I would like to write to the emperor. Will you all follow Sun's path?"
"I'm willing!"
In the Yuanshan Poetry Club, dozens of literati were extremely excited and surrounded Sun Jing'an. Suddenly Sun Jing'an became the core of everyone present. Even the style of Li Yi and Song Yu were impressed by Sun Jing'an.
Pressed down.
Sun Jing'an first wrote a letter of advice in person, and resolutely wrote his name on it, and then handed the brush in his hand to a scholar.
The scholar's hands were shaking slightly and his face was a little red. He also wrote his name on the advice book.
One person spread the word, and soon there were dozens of people.
After Wei Ming wrote his name, he handed the brush to Song Yu who was sitting there and said: "Brother Song, you must not miss such a grand event!"
Song Yu smiled slightly, glanced at the crowd and said, "Everyone, Mr. Song has also heard of Chu Yi's evil reputation. Aren't you afraid that this butcher will go on a killing spree?"
As soon as Song Yu said this, many people's expressions changed. However, at this moment, Li Yi showed the folding fan in his hand and smiled slightly: "Brother Song has overestimated that Chu Yi. He is in Jiangnan."
It is true that many people were killed in this place under the banner of imperial envoy, but that was far south of the Yangtze River where Emperor Tiangao was far away. Don’t forget, this is the important place of the capital, where hundreds of civil and military officials and nobles gathered. If he dares to slaughter the scholars again, he will
Aren't you afraid of causing public outrage?"
Sun Jing'an glanced at Song Yu with disgust, and the great scene was almost ruined by Song Yu's words. Sun Jing'an only heard Sun Jing'an sarcastically saying: "I heard that Brother Song is a disciple of the saint in Qufu. Don't you know that Confucius said that Chengren and Mencius said that it is justice?
Doesn’t it make sense? As scholars, we don’t want to die.”
As he spoke, Sun Jing'an chuckled and glanced at Song Yu with disdain: "Of course, if Brother Song Yu is afraid of Chu Yi, there is no need to sign it!"
For a moment, almost everyone's eyes fell on Song Yu. Everyone signed their names. Whether it was voluntarily or influenced by the atmosphere, anyone who did not sign at this moment was an alien in everyone's eyes.
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Wei Ming, who was sitting next to Song Yu, couldn't help but hurriedly said to Song Yu: "Brother Song, we are all participating in this grand event. You are a disciple of a saint. If you can participate in it, you will definitely attract the attention of the emperor..."
Song Yu glanced at Wei Ming, shook her head slightly, played with the jade pendant and said calmly: "Everyone, please forgive Song for not agreeing with me. As the saying goes, people with different Taoist views cannot work together, so Song will take his leave!"
After saying this, Song Yu stood up and glanced in the direction of the long pavilion in the distance. Her white clothes were fluttering and she floated away amidst the astonished and disdainful eyes of everyone.
Everyone watched Song Yu leave, and after reacting, they couldn't help but curse in the direction in which Song Yu was leaving.
"Bah, you are not a saint's disciple, you have completely disgraced the saint's face!"
"What is it? If we don't agree with each other, does he look down on us?"
"He's just a pretty boy, what kind of scholar is he?"
Wei Ming, who had introduced Song Yu here, had an embarrassed look on his face. He raised his hands and apologized to everyone: "Everyone, you all blame Wei for not knowing people well. You never thought that Song Yu would be such a cowardless person!"
A scholar patted Wei Ming on the shoulder and said: "As the saying goes, you know people but don't know their hearts. If it hadn't happened like this, not only Brother Wei, but also us would have been deceived by him."
In the long pavilion in the distance, there are two figures, one of them is an old man sitting there, and a man is standing next to the old man. If anyone sees it, he will definitely recognize that the old man is Li Shi, one of the elders of the Chaozhong Pavilion.
, is also the owner of this place.
Li Shi sat there leisurely sipping tea. Seeing that Song Yu did not participate in it, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had spent a lot of effort to attract this disciple of the saint to come.
Even if Sun Jing'an doesn't take the lead today, there will be others. In the final analysis, it's all Li Shi who is behind the scenes.
I thought I could persuade Song Yu to jointly submit a letter to the emperor, but I never expected that the other party would reject it so neatly.
Stroking his beard, Li Shi sighed softly: "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. What a great Song Yu, but I underestimated him!"
