Chapter 360: Your Majesty, the winner of the Plum Garden Meeting is Zhao Duan...
Not far from the Plum Garden, a three-story restaurant was packed with people today.
Unlike ordinary people who can only be surrounded outside the garden.
Beijing was concerned about today's academic debate, but it was inconvenient to go to the dignitaries, so they booked a nearby building several days in advance in order to learn about the debate trends as quickly as possible.
"Well, is it over so quickly?"
On the third floor of the restaurant, "Qingliu Party Leader" Yuan Li sat by the window, looking slightly surprised at the Zhengyang group walking out of the main entrance of Meiyuan in the distance.
There was undisguised surprise on Qingjun's face.
Sitting opposite Yuan Qingyi was the current Prime Minister Li Yanfu.
Today, two political opponents in the temple rarely sat together, overlooking this influential theoretical battle.
"kindness?"
Li Yanfu, who was not wearing an official robe but was wearing a loose red coat and a white jade belt, with hedgehog-like hair and eyes like deep pools, also raised his eyebrows.
Not long ago, the two of them witnessed Mr. Zhengyang leading his disciples into the hospital.
According to their estimates, this debate will take an hour or two to end at the earliest, or even longer.
This is also the reason why the big shots have reserved the venue one after another, and are ready to fight a protracted war and eat in restaurants.
At the same time, although it was inconvenient for him to appear in person as a top official, the powerful people in the building also sent their subordinates to Meiyuan to report the development of the debate every once in a while.
But how long has it been? It only took two cups of tea, why did it come out?
"Something's wrong."
Yuan Li frowned and said, "With the knowledge of Dong Xuan and Zhengyang, the most time available is to open an issue and argue one or two back and forth. Does the Prime Minister know the reason?"
Li Yanfu said displeasedly:
"How do you know the truth? You, Yuan Li, don't even know about it, and you still come to ask me? But it seems that something happened and the discussion couldn't proceed."
This is the only possibility, but what could happen to force a break in theology?
With their powerful ears and eyes, they both know nothing?
Not only them, but the dignitaries in the entire restaurant who were waiting for the news all stood up one after another, talking and talking in surprise.
Some people couldn't wait and went out to ask.
"Dong dong dong..."
Not long after, a dozen figures came flying from the crowd in the distance, all servants of various families.
Two servants from the Yuan Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion almost ran up to the third floor together and reported back:
"Sir, the results are out."
Li Yanfu squinted his eyes and made a "ask first" gesture.
Yuan Li was not polite and asked immediately:
"What happened inside? But was there an accident? And what was the result? Did Master Dong win? Or was it Zhengyang?"
The servant of the Yuan Mansion had a strange look on his face and said, "There was no debate. After Zhengyang came to power, he immediately admitted defeat."
Is this happening? !
Yuan Li was extremely surprised, and the wily Li Yanfu was also stunned for a moment and said:
"It's like this...So, Dong Xuan wins."
What he cares about is the result, followed by the process. No matter why Zhengyang gives up, the most important thing is the victory itself.
The guard of the Prime Minister's Mansion also had a strange look on his face, shook his head and said:
"Prince Xiangguo, it was not Taishi Dong who won this battle. Then... the person Zhengyang surrendered to was... Zhao Duan."
quiet.
The two party leaders at the table had expressionless faces. They were caught off guard by this extremely sudden news, and they were stunned for a while.
Zhengyang gave up, but was Zhao Duan the winner?
Is this true?
After listening to the entire story reported by the two servants, Yuan Li and Li Yanfu fell into a long silence again.
The two old rivals looked at each other, and both saw some absurdity in each other's eyes.
"Zhao Duan..."
"It's him again?!"
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Jizhao'an, inside the Zen room.
Prince Heng, who was in his thirties but had red lips and white teeth, smiled and talked with Princess Yunyang.
Today, his nephew came specifically to visit his aunt.
Xu Zudi has been to Jizhao'an several times these days in the capital.
Chatting with Yunyang, the eldest princess who is banned from eating food and chanting Buddha in this nunnery, to relieve her boredom.
"...It's a pity that my nephew went to His Majesty to intercede and wanted my aunt to leave this place, but he was ruthlessly rejected."
Xu Zudi sighed, with a look of shame on his face, "As a mere heir, my words don't have enough weight after all."
Princess Yunyang was sitting on her knees in the Zen room. In order to meet her relatives, she had straightened up her appearance and wore a nun's robes. It was rare that she looked like an elder. She sneered majestically:
"Xu Zhenguan will not let me out so easily. You, the imperial sister, are so cruel. She cares about her face so much that she cares about me as an aunt? You as a cousin? I'm afraid that if your father comes, you will have to pay for it. She buttoned it up."
Xu Zudi sighed: "Auntie is suffering."
Yunyang suddenly smiled, seemingly very happy:
"But according to what you said, Zhengyang has a good chance of winning in today's debate with Dong Xuan. After today, Xu Zhenguan will have a headache. Didn't you arrange for someone to report? When will he come?"
The eyes of this neurotic slutty princess were filled with anticipation.
Xu Zudi smiled and said:
"I'm afraid the debate is not over halfway, but the General Court will undoubtedly lose this time. It's just a small loss or a big loss."
There are no outsiders here, and the aunt and nephew don't have much scruples about what they say.
He was happy to see the consequences of Xu Zhenguan's misfortune.
At this time, there was a noise outside the Zen room. The old man with his arms above his knees who was guarding the door opened the door and said:
"Your Highnesses, the monk Bianji passed by outside and was stopped by the nun in the nunnery. He came in. He seemed to be asking about the results of Meiyuan's theory."
"Is it over so soon?"
Xu Zudi was stunned for a moment and said with a smile:
"It seems that Mr. Zhengyang will win more easily than I expected."
He knew that Monk Bianji also went to Meiyuan.
"Take me to see it!"
Princess Yunyang said happily, and the three of them left the meditation room and followed the sound to the front yard of the nunnery.
I saw Monk Bianji dressed in white surrounded by a group of nuns asking about the situation.
Princess Yunyang's eyes fell on the delicate and handsome face of Bianji, her eyes lit up, and her waist and legs became more graceful as she walked.
"Master, I have long admired your name."
Xu Zudi walked up to him with a big smile, and Bian Jiwen, who had already adjusted his mentality, greeted him warmly.
He smiled again, nodded towards Princess Yunyang, and clasped his hands together:
"The poor monk has met Her Royal Highness the eldest princess."
Yunyang smiled brightly and said:
"Master, you don't need to be polite. I heard that you came back from Meiyuan, so I came to take a look, but it's over there?"
Monk Bianji nodded and said calmly:
"Something happened at the Plum Garden Meeting."
Then, he described the process in detail. In order to avoid being questioned, he described it in detail, even mentioning some of the content of the study of mind. The nuns were fine, they were just surprised.
The smile on Xu Zudi's face froze, and there was confusion in his eyes.
"Zhao Duan... Xinxue? Defeated Zhengyang early? Even asked Mr. Zhengyang to call him 'master'?"
Prince Heng's worldview was severely overturned, and he was completely confused.
Princess Yunyang, who was staring at Bianji with twitching eyes, was also stunned, and her beaming face suddenly turned gloomy.
The fingers clenched tightly, making a crackling sound.
One cheek was inexplicably burning, recalling the fear of Zhao Duan knocking on the door and threatening to slap him in the room.
"It's him again...it's him again..."
Yunyang's eyes turned red and he looked towards the palace with jealous eyes.
Why is Xu Zhenguan so lucky when he hates his niece?
I only found one face, and he was not only extremely handsome, but also warded off disasters for him many times, making him hard to match.
As for my aunt, she has found so many faces, but they are all useless...
Why... At this moment, her jealousy exploded.
"The Bodhisattva is here..."
Suddenly, the nuns around shouted.
I saw Prajna Bodhisattva with skin like snow, plump body and holding a jade purification bottle. I don't know when he appeared.
Under the mysterious seal of the Great Yu Buddhism, this great monk, who is as famous as Nagarjuna Bodhisattva and Great Pure Master, is full of energy, with almost transparent and colorless glass-like eyes on his face, staring at the machine:
"Would you like to listen carefully to what Zhao Duan said?"
Bianji was stunned for a moment, with a complicated look on his face, and bowed slightly:
"yes."
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In the "Cha Rong Xiao Zhai", Mrs. Xiao, who came here openly and openly to warm herself up and eat something while Xu Zudi was out today, was quietly roasting oranges.
Suddenly there were footsteps coming from behind, and a close confidant of the Xiao family came over:
"Master, there are results in Meiyuan."
"Oh? Tell me." Mrs. Xiao asked curiously.
"yes."
After a while, the female widow who was in charge of the Xiao family in East Lake was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.
He didn't even care when the oranges were roasted black on the stove.
"Master Zhao..."
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The Royal Palace, in the Royal Garden.
Xu Zhenguan was alone, standing quietly in the garden in late autumn.
Originally, at this time, she should be handling government affairs in the imperial study, but today... she was really not in the mood.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance. It was Mochou who was rushing back. She passed through a palace maid scattered in the garden.
Holding up the hem of her skirt, she panted and ran behind the empress.
"Your Majesty...it's over over at Plum Garden..."
Xu Zhenguan didn't look back, still facing her with his back, a little surprised on his face: "So fast."
Immediately, on her fairy-like face that did not belong to the mortal world, her thin eyebrows like distant mountains slowly stretched again:
"That's all, hurry up. How about Master Dong?"
She did not rush to ask about the result, but first cared about the grand master.
This is not only because the empress has already judged the outcome, but it is also a way to win people's hearts.
Mochou had a complicated look on his face, bit his lip and said, "Master is fine, yes, Master is fine."
"That's good," Xu Zhenguan sighed, barely raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile:
"I will send the prepared gifts to the Grand Master's Mansion later. Grand Master Dong is so young, but for me and for the sake of the Yu Dynasty, he did not hesitate to risk his life and ruin his eternal reputation. Don't let down the hero."
If there had been no coup, Taishi Dong would have been among the greatest Confucians of all time.
But the old Taishi's argument with Zhengyang today is very likely to ruin his reputation for a lifetime.
Mochou smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, I may not need him anymore, Grand Master."
"Well?" Xu Zhenguan finally noticed something was wrong, turned to look at her strangely, and probed in disbelief: "Didn't the grand master lose?"
She thought about the possibility of a draw.
Mochou shook her head, with a dazed look on her face, and said:
"No, it's... eh, this matter is a bit complicated. It's probably... that Zhengyang was defeated by Zhao Duan secretly two days ago with some 'Xin Xue' theory, but he had to admit defeat on the spot.
Moreover, it was as if he had attained enlightenment and abandoned the orthodox learning, turned to the inner learning, and returned to Yunfu to promote this knowledge, calling Zhao Duan his teacher..."
Maybe this process was really difficult, and Mochou's mind was a little messy, and he stumbled over the narration, but at least he narrated the whole process in full.
Xu Zhenguan started: "...?"
Xu Zhenguan followed: "...!"
Xu Zhenguan finally said: "..."
a long time.
"His Majesty?"
Mochou looked at the expressionless empress standing quietly in the garden, like a beautiful woman, and called softly: "Slave, do you understand me?"
Xu Zhenguan looked at her blankly and suddenly said, "Where are the others?"
The empress felt a little empty. If it had been in the past, shouldn't that guy have taken the initiative to enter the palace and rush to show off his merits in front of her?
Mochou said:
"He left on the spot, maybe he went home to avoid the limelight... Well, when I came back, I saw many scholars in Wuyang Wuyang outside Meiyuan, all clamoring for Master Zhao's name."
The struggle over academic differences was, in a sense, not inferior to the political struggle in the imperial court.
If we look back at the past, what Zhao Duan did was only to offend local scholars in the capital and make scholars all over the world feel ashamed.
After today, Zhao Duan, who was accused of challenging Neo-Confucianism, gained another level of infamy in the eyes of most scholars in the world.
Xu Zhenguan took a deep breath and said, "Call him in..."
After a pause, the empress changed her words: "First summon the Grand Master and Ma Yan to enter the palace. Later, you can make preparations. I want to see him."
"……yes."
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Zhao family.
After leaving Meiyuan, Zhao Duan took advantage of the fact that no one else got the news, rubbed oil on his soles, and slipped back home.
"The young master is back!"
The servant opened the door and shouted, and Zhao Pan hurried over from the yard with big eyes: "Brother, you are back!"
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