Looking at the knocking officials who bowed their heads and left, Li Guopu was still angry.

"Hey, shame, shame, if Yang Gong and Zuo Gong see that the Donglin Party has become so virtuous a few years later, I'm afraid that the spirit of heaven will not be at peace."

"Yuanzhi don't worry, you and I are not from Donglin, don't worry about other people's own internal affairs, besides, the people who take care of them are coming soon, let's sum up the matter of court push."

Huang Liji looked sad, Sun Chengzong and Han Yi are both the leaders of the Donglin Party, Han Yi is still the first assistant of the Apocalypse Dynasty, and his life as the first assistant is estimated to be sad.

"What Yuan Fu said is very true, there are two elders of the Donglin Party, and we old people will stand aside."

Shi Feng didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and he had a mocking expression.

But Huang Liji was not affected by him, Zhu Youzhen told him before that as long as all the cabinet ministers can concentrate on their work and do not engage in party disputes in the cabinet, the position of the first assistant will always be his.

Although there are two Donglin leaders, the relationship between the cabinet may be more complicated in the future, but if Zhu Youzhen is a good man, Huang Liji will naturally stabilize Diaoyutai, and he will naturally not take the ridicule of the other three to heart.

Huang Liji ignored Shi Fenglai and Zhang Ruitu's lively expressions, and walked towards Wenyuan Pavilion.

Luo Yangxing, who stood solemnly in front of the Huangji Gate, watched a lot of good shows in the morning, and saw that the front of the Huangji Gate was clean in an instant, and he didn't feel secretly funny.

With a wave of his hand, he took the Jinyi Wei Han back to the Qianqing Palace to resume his life.

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At the same time, in Gaoyang County, Baoding Prefecture, Beizhili, an old man in his sixtieth year was teaching the Analects to several children.

"Yidi has a king, it is better to die in Zhuxia."

After the old man read this, he smiled and said to the children:

"Do you know the meaning of the words of the saints?"

At this point, an older child was the first to stand up.

"Weng Weng, I know that the sage's words should be to despise the barbarians, saying that they do not understand etiquette, although there is a monarch, but it is not as good as my Huaxia without a monarch to be stable."

When the old man heard this, he smiled, noncommittal, and then asked:

"Do you have any other opinions?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a man who looked like a butler ran in.

"Master, an angel came to the door, saying that there was a will."

This housekeeper has been with the old man for many years, and he has seen a lot of wind and waves, but he is still a little excited this time.

Since the fifth year of the Apocalypse, after his lord resigned and returned to his hometown, although he was highly respected by the first emperor and still had rewards from time to time, his lord was still depressed.

The housekeeper knows that his master can't let go of the court and Liaodong.

At this time, the new emperor ascended the throne, Wei Wei had been removed, and the housekeeper saw the angel come to the door again, and the meaning was naturally clear.

"Well, I know, tell Quan'er to set up the incense table, you go to entertain the angels, don't be lazy."

The old man was naturally a little excited, and he didn't realize a few more trills between his words.

"Let Madame find out my new set of official clothes, and then let people boil water, and I will bathe and change my clothes to meet the holy decree."

When the old man finished explaining this, his hands trembling with the Analects.

But the old man had been up and down for many years, and he had been in battle for a long time, so he quickly stabilized his mind, and turned to face the children, but his face was very solemn.

"Yi Di has a king, not as good as the death of Zhu Xia, the sage's words have three deep meanings, one is as Zhi Xin said, the other is to despise those vassal states in China who do not understand etiquette, China does not understand etiquette and religion is no different from barbarians, this is the third."

At this, the old man paused, and then looked north.

"The third is that the sage thinks that if those barbarians know the etiquette and religion, follow the religion, and the monarch and the minister are orderly, they will naturally be like us in China, and even become a part of our China."

After saying this, the old man's eyes were already filled with tears, but he muttered to himself: I hope that the words of the sage can be realized in my Ming Dynasty。。。。。。

After a while, a sharp voice suddenly sounded in Gaoyang Sun's Mansion.

"Sun Chengzong takes the order!"

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In Puzhou, Shanxi's political envoy, the same old man was sweeping the snow in front of the grave.

The old man was ragged and his face was wrinkled, but his dark eyes were deeper in the cold wind.

A pair of hands covered with chilblains, because of the clenching of the handle, blood oozed from time to time.

"Ahh

A middle-aged man trotted from the village, shouting and shouting.

The old man was unaware, but still carefully swept the snow.

"Ah Da, Ah Da, don't sweep, don't sweep."

The man ran up to the old man, gasping for breath and turning into mist in the cold winter day.

But the man didn't care, snatched the broom from the old man's hand, and then remained underground.

"Ah Da, the angel is coming, the angel is coming, our family is saved, our family is saved."

The man hugged the old man excitedly and shouted with a smile.

The old man sat silently in place, and although he still couldn't believe it, two lines of hot tears dripped from his face covered with ravines and fell on the white snow.

Suddenly, in the clan ancestral hall of Lao Hanzhuang, the same sharp voice broke through the air, like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the dark clouds shrouded over Hanzhuang.

"Han Yi takes the order!"

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Half a month later, a post station outside the capital was as cold as water at night.

Han Yi and Sun Chengzong sat opposite each other, the two had not seen each other for many years, and it was naturally embarrassing to meet.

"Brother Yuchen, I haven't seen you for a few years, why have you aged like this."

Sun Chengzong looked at Han Yi's swarthy old face full of ravines and asked in disbelief.

Han Yizi Yuchen is sixty-one years old this year, three years younger than Sun Chengzong, but he looks like he is in his seventies at this time.

"Hey, the child has no mother, it's a long story, let me tell you slowly."

Han Yi touched his dry bark-like face and said with some embarrassment.

In the fourth year of the Apocalypse, Wei Zhongxian was already in the middle of the court.

In July of that year, Wei Zhongxian first drove Ye Xianggao away, and then dismissed Zhao Nanxing and Gao Panlong one day.

In October of the same year, Sun Chengzong was also resigned by Wei Zhongxian and returned to his hometown.

A month later, Han Yi resigned in anger because he did not want to be in the same league with the eunuchs, and at the same time he was threatened by Wei Zhongxian.

But unlike Sun Chengzong, who returned to his hometown in the name of the emperor, Han Yi's retirement life was much more tortuous.

In the fifth year of the Apocalypse, Wei Zhongxian instructed the members of the eunuch party to impeach Han Yi for embezzlement and harbor 2,000 taels of silver.

Han Yi naturally didn't recognize it, so he was negligent and self-deserving.

Wei Zhongxian then ordered Dongchang to send Han San, a servant of Han Yi's family, to prison, intending to let Han San frame Han San, but Han San was really a loyal servant, and he stood up in the face of Dongchang's torture and refused to act rashly until he died.

But despite this, in order to avoid Wei Zhongxian's persecution of his family, Han Yi had no choice but to sell his farm house and lend it to relatives and friends, so that he could scrape together enough for the two thousand taels of so-called 'dirty silver'.

But Han Yi was also stripped of his official status and expelled from his name.

As a result, the Han family, who had no tiles on them and no silver in their sleeves, had to return to their hometown Hanjia Village and live in the clan's house.

Han Yi made a living cleaning the cemetery for his clan.

More than two years of wind and sun, coupled with malnutrition, turned a white-faced scholar into an old man.

"Your Majesty is merciful, Your Majesty is merciful."

After Han Yi finished talking about his experience in the past few years, he bowed to the capital, and when he looked up again, he was already in tears.