Martial Sage

Henan Road, Qingzhou.

The land of Qilu is distinguished by outstanding people.

Confucius and Mencius Sage all came out of this, and his profound cultural heritage has nurtured many students who are full of poems and books.

The Zhang Family Mansion is brightly lit.

Zhang Xian, who came back from the trip, summoned all the major families overnight and said that there was something to discuss.

With a call, families from all over Qingzhou drove one after another.

The bachelors in Confucian robes are gentle and gentle. I will inevitably stop when I meet some people I know, and say a few words of greeting.

"I heard that Zhang Lao was punishing the present-day sage in Chang'an, and the imperial city called on thousands of people to raise the banner of righteousness. It was extremely spectacular!"

The admiration of the speaker is beyond words. Suddenly, he stood up for this honor, and his expression was extremely high.

The figure on the opposite side looked triumphant and waved.

"Isn't it? I heard that today's sage is afraid of the Confucian power, and even at the beginning of the chaos in Chang'an, Qingzhou was ordered to postpone the payment of taxes and grains."

"Great Confucian family, live up to this trip!"

The two looked at each other, smiled heartily, and straightened their waists toward the chamber.

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the Zhang Family Courtyard.

It seems that this time, Zhang Xian has done a big thing, and Confucianism has done a big thing.

Use the Confucian way of governing the country to contend with the emperor's power today.

It seems that at this moment, these scholars are proud of the deeds of lobbying the imperial city, and proud of their status as Confucian scholars.

But under this sky, there is no airtight wall.

The news of Zhang Xian's visit to the imperial city, using Confucianism to debate Taoism, and his defeat, spread rapidly throughout the Zhang family compound under the spread of some caring people.

In the bustling other courtyard, the previous arrogance was half frustrated, and people covered their faces and whispered.

In the chamber, Zhang Xian took the first place with a serious look.

Other family patriarchs filed in.

After full, Zhang Xian took the lead to stand up, cupped hands to bow.

"Thanks for your praise, Zhang Xian dare to invite all the Patriarchs to discuss the future of the family."

Looking around at the four seats, Zhang Xian sat down slowly, wrinkles on the old face deeper, with a touch of loss.

"Imperial City and his party, I must have heard about it."

"The great Confucian family is making trouble in the imperial city in order to protect the only rations for the people of Qingzhou."

"I also blamed the old man for a momentary anger, his rude words, contempt for the imperial power, and serious mistakes."

"While debating Taoism with Confucianism, my knowledge is not good enough, and I was defeated tragically."

The old voice said these words, and there was a sense of sadness that was unknown. It's like a dying old man telling the unforgivable wrongs of his life.

In the entire chamber, everyone looked at each other in amazement.

Zhang Xian stood up slowly, looked around the four seats, and his tone became serious.

"According to the Tang law, these crimes should be cut off."

"It is true that Beihou has a long history of thinking about Confucianism. It is the foundation of governing the world, and only then has it forgiven the old man's sinful body."

"The great Confucian family gathered to rise up, and it violated the laws and regulations. The gathering of the great families today is to discuss dissolution."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole chamber exploded, and there was noisy noise.

"The hundred-year foundation of the great Confucian family, how can it be scattered."

"We are based on Confucian academies, and we have just gathered here. The gathering of people is also to seek justice for the people of Qingzhou."

"If it disperses, if Datang makes such a move again, how should Qingzhou respond to it! Zhang Lao, think twice!"

Indignant words screamed from these flushed and excited people.

Rough words and strong requests filled Zhang Xian's ears.

Isn't this the distress in Zhang Xian's heart?

Along the way, Zhang Xian was meditating, thinking about how to explain to the family and all races, thinking about how to explain to his own ancestors.

Raising his arm slightly, Zhang Xian looked solemn and slowly opened his mouth.

"quiet!"

The words fell, and the noisy chamber gradually calmed down.

Dozens of pairs of eyes gathered above the first place again.

"It is the purpose of the Tang Dynasty to disperse the bachelors gathered in the Zhang family mansion and set up lecture halls in various places in the Tang Dynasty."

"It's also my Zhang Xian's decision."

As he spoke, the old man looked bitter, with a touch of unwillingness, said.

"I, Zhang Xian, is old. Most of these old bones are already in the soil. You are still young."

"The old man doesn't want to see the great Confucian families being wiped out and accused of treason and rebellion."

Listening to this sad words, someone stood up angrily, patted the case in front of him, said.

"Nowadays there is a severe drought in Qingzhou. Everyone is in danger. How much grain can be harvested this year is still unclear. How can we pay the tax and grain for the next year?"

"If I force the payment again, won't I let it be slaughtered and wait for the famine to come?"

When the momentum is brought up, it can no longer be stopped.

Someone stood up to refute Zhang Xian's decision.

"Nowadays, the great Confucian family can gather people to converge with public opinion. If it disperses, it will only be a mess of sand, so why is it righteous."

Someone kicked the seat and said, ‘crash! Amidst the sound, he strode out and walked out angrily.

Complaining, swearing, and angry voices were noisy, kneaded into a ball, and stuffed into Zhang Xian's mind.

Suddenly.

The vows made at the beginning of the establishment of the great Confucian family came to mind.

Self-cultivation, self-governance, peace of the world.

I don't know when, the original intention of self-cultivation has changed.

The bachelors gathered in all directions do not rely on their knowledge to reshape themselves, but rely on the power of the crowd to contend with the court.

Zhang Xian slumped on the seat, his eyes empty and his face as gray as death.

Conspiracy and rebellion, this is a big crime.

These people who fan the flames are leading the entire family to the brink of Death.

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