Chapter 838 The Confucian sect dispute
It has been more than half a month since I started fighting with Shen Peigong.
Dong Zhongshu was still lying on the wicker chair panting, while Shen Peigong, already strong, came to the door again.
Listening to the loud and energetic voice outside the mansion, Dong Zhongshu knew very well that the other party had recovered.
“Shen Peigong, you are going too far!”
Dong Zhongshu propped up his body and replied with a solemn expression.
"Chang'an City only needs one Confucian leader!"
But an angry voice came from outside the mansion, which made Dong Zhongshu take a deep breath.
Obviously, Shen Peigong was quickly sorting out the contradictions within the Confucian school.
The Confucian school in Chang'an City only needs one voice, even if Dong Zhongshu has failed in the battle, or Dong Zhongshu has stayed behind closed doors.
The simplest way to solve the problem is to fight. The loser dies or withdraws from Chang'an City, but there is no such continuous connection.
"I can leave Chang'an City. I will stay away from you in Chang'an City, but..."
"I don't want to hear the word but!"
There is a hidden meaning in Dong Zhongshu's words. But before he could put the needle in, Shen Peigong, who was shouting outside the mansion, had directly rejected what Dong Zhongshu wanted to say.
Either fight or leave.
Either lie down and leave Chang'an City, or leave Chang'an City on foot. Shen Peigong will only give these two options.
The entry of Confucianism into the Han Dynasty court was a top opportunity for Confucianism to become the first among hundreds of schools of thought. Shen Peigong would not allow any surprises.
Big opportunities correspond to big risks. At this time, Confucianism only needs one voice.
He needs to stabilize the internal situation first, instead of leading one side and having others join Dong Zhongshu’s side.
Even if Dong Zhongshu's side has a small number of people, it can't compare with how outsiders view it, and even encourages people from different factions to split the Confucian school.
"You should be grateful for the status given by the court!"
A few seconds later, Shen Peigong outside the mansion had given an ultimatum.
If it were not for the protection of the court doctor, Shen Peigong would not be the one who came to visit, and someone would be cruel to Dong Zhongshu while he was being nursed back to health.
But the matter must be resolved, and the imperial court cannot intervene in this formal leadership dispute within Confucianism.
As long as Dong Zhongshu continues to persevere, Dong Zhongshu will be seriously injured and unable to recover from these battles.
"I'm going to say goodbye to His Majesty today!"
"Now!"
Dong Zhongshu sighed and agreed, but Shen Peigong outside the mansion did not give Dong Zhongshu any buffer time.
This made Dong Zhongshu look around this newly renovated mansion, and then slowly closed his eyes.
"I'm weak now. You guys will carry me to the palace," Dong Zhongshu said in a low voice.
As if he knew Zhang Xuezhou's temperament, Dong Zhongshu added in a low voice.
“It’s good!”
Dong Zhongshu’s end was simply terrible. Zhang Xuezhou originally thought that the internal fighting within the Yin and Yang family was weird, but the fight between the masters in the Holy Land of Yiji River was even more ruthless. There was another scandal involving the Shijiao school. He did not expect that the same was true within the Confucian school.
This made Zhang Xuezhou feel very balanced.
Obviously, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and no matter which school of thought you are in, there will be more or less contradictions.
He felt sad and could not help but feel the same as Dong Zhongshu.
If Dong Zhongshu needed him to send him away from Chang'an, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could send him away.
But Dong Zhongshu asked Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding to be sent to the palace, which made him hesitate a little. It was obvious that Zhang Xuezhou was still a little wary of the imperial palace after just talking about Emperor Jing's affairs.
When Dong Zhongshu's words "It's good" popped out of his mouth, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Dong Zhongshu is not a big shot who likes to paint cakes. If Dong Zhongshu is to say there are benefits, then there will indeed be benefits, even rare benefits, and they will be suitable for Zhang Xuezhou.
Zhang Xuezhou thought about his stable luck, made some calculations in his mind, and finally bit the bullet and agreed.
Without the support of noble people, his trip to the palace would not have many benefits.
But the most noble people in the palace are the nobles. Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could try his luck. If any of the nobles became blind, he would still have a chance to exist.
He called to Rong Tianding, and the two cousins worked together to lift up the wicker chair where Dong Zhongshu was lying.
"Why, I can't even sit in the carriage!"
Outside the Dong Mansion, Shen Peigong was sitting on the carriage, and a curtain blocked his face.
But looking through the light-transmitting curtains, one can still see the figure of an old man in Confucian robes playing with a spiritual jade in his hand.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the other party's carriage whose wheels were wrapped with cattail leaves, and then at Wei Qing who was helping to drive the carriage. He glanced at it and quickly withdrew his gaze.
Comparing people to each other is obviously very annoying. They are now comparing the poor people in the countryside with the rich people in the city. The key is that Dong Zhongshu is ridiculed by the other party. He seems to live in a big house, but Dong Zhongshu has more money in his pocket than on his face. It was clean and could only use manpower like them to help carry it to the palace.
"This is for you!"
A gold ingot was thrown out of the carriage and dropped on Dong Zhongshu's wicker chair.
Dong Zhongshu looked at the gold ingot for a few seconds, and then took it with a calm expression.
"This mansion belongs to you. You can return it to me whenever you leave Chang'an City, and consider it as a reward for this ingot of gold," Dong Zhongshu said.
“I thought you were going to give me this mansion,” Shen Peigong sneered.
"I am willing to give it away, but you must also have the ability to be accepted by others." Dong Zhongshu said: "The new person who lives next to my mansion is Guan Fu. It is said that he will also be reused by the court. What bothers him the most is people like you. He will definitely not The Neighborhood Negotiation was approved in the Internal Affairs Bureau!"
"That reckless man is not..."
"Who are you calling a reckless person? You Confucian people just like to talk nonsense. Shen Peigong, don't look at your age. If you offend me, I will slap you twice!"
Shen Peigong replied. Before he finished complaining about Guan Fu, a rough voice came from the mansion next to Dong Zhongshu.
"Be more honest when you live next to me from now on. Don't force me to climb over the wall and stab you in the middle of the night!"
"I don't live here!"
Shen Peigong replied with a livid face.
Dong Zhongshu’s counterattacks were often subtle. He humiliated Dong Zhongshu with a piece of gold, but Shen Peigong did not have the guts to accept the right to live in a mansion offered by Dong Zhongshu.
If you are too stunned, you will be afraid of being stunned, and if you are stunned, you will be afraid of losing your life.
Shen Peigong was in a panic, while Guan Fu was stunned and desperate for his life.
The beating Guan Fu mentioned was a real beating, and he was definitely capable of the stabbing. Such a vicious person has no taboo in his mind about the consequences.
Furthermore, the opponent is very powerful and belongs to the magical power realm warrior. It is normal to beat him half to death if he challenges him up close and beyond the level.
How could Shen Peigong know when Guan Fu was in a bad mood or when he was offended again? Even when this guy was in a bad mood and wanted to vent his anger, he might find someone to vent his anger on.
This kind of people often end badly when they lose power, but they crush everything when they gain power.
If he wanted to live next to Guan Fu's mansion, Shen Peigong felt that he was the longevity star who hanged himself because he thought his life was too long.
He snorted coldly, and when more than ten people in Guanfu's residence heard the cold snorts in unison, Shen Peigong quickly waved his hand forward, signaling Wei Qing to drive away from this unlucky place.
(End of this chapter)