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The wound on his body is still aching, because the weather is warmer, the scabbed wound is itchy and uncomfortable, Ning Chunyu doesn't even dare to bask in the sun, he can only sit on the bamboo chair, close his eyes slightly, and his wife, who has been with him for many years, will order tea for him in front, and his wife's personal ring is holding a book and reading it to him quietly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the Song Dynasty, Guan Pu, that is, gambling, has become a thing that everyone from the top officials and nobles, down to the peddlers and pawns are very keen on, and Keju, that is, kicking the circle, is also popular throughout the country, plus sumo, it is also a popular competitive sport.

Of course, the favorite project of a literati like Ning Chunyu is tea fighting after all.

Tea culture has developed to the extreme height in the Song Dynasty, as for tea fighting, the most important thing is the main skill of fighting, which is to order tea.

Judging from Ning Chunyu's wife's efforts to order tea, this charming lady should be a noble lady, but for some reason she followed Ning Chunyu, a fellow jinshi who failed to fill the vacancy as an official.

After sitting like this for half an hour, his wife and Yahuan dressed Ning Chunyu neatly, Ning Chunyu looked at the crown in Xiao Yahuan's hand, hesitated for a moment, but waved his hand, and only tied a scarf.

The reason why I chose to go out today was because someone from the Yamen announced that there was a holy decree to arrive today, and the city officials, scribes, and even urban and rural elders needed to go out of the city to receive the decree.

Although his body was still not very neat, Ning Chunyu still decided to walk, but when he walked out of the mansion, he found that there were already two people carrying sliding poles and waiting at the door.

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Ning, the two of us were asked by the master of the yamen to come over, and we want to take Mr. Ning to the yamen, and then go out with the old man to receive the order."

"Let me go to the Yamen?" Ning Chunyu couldn't help but be a little puzzled, after all, he was not a member of the officialdom, and the academy in the state capital had selected him as an assistant teacher earlier, but he was not selected Ning Chunyu, and besides, he was also a little qualified in the literary world, even if he was selected, it was impossible for him to be a small teaching assistant.

Over the years, he has only concentrated on guarding his primary school, not to mention that there are peach and plum all over the world, but there are a few protégés, but he really has little contact with the government.

This sliding pole is actually two bamboo poles, with a seat tied to it, the bamboo pole has good elasticity and toughness, which can cushion bumps and bumps, and it is comfortable to sit on.

It's just that Ning Chunyu has always been a little puzzled, as early as the morning of the siege of the city by the Ningxi army, two people first rescued him from the city, and as soon as he was settled, the city gate was blown open, and then he was sent home and protected his family.

Ning Chunyu thought that he would die this time, but he didn't expect that it would be difficult to get rid of it, not to mention, the yamen side also kept sending people to condole, the so-called no merit is not lost, although Ning Chunyu suffered some hardships, but it was all done by Wei Zhenxian's barbarians, and there were many people who suffered in the war, and Ning Chunyu did not think that everyone could enjoy such treatment.

Therefore, when he asked the dukes one after another which officials had appointed them and why they had treated him so favorably, but the dukes were silent, he refused the favor.

Today, he didn't want to sit on this sliding rod, but thinking that after arriving at the yamen, he would be able to know who was so kind to him, so he let go of the worries in his heart.

After arriving at the Yamen, he found that in addition to himself, there were also many elders in the literary world, who also sat on a sliding pole and came to the Yamen one after another.

Everyone ate tea for a while in the second hall, because they are all people in the literary circle, everyone often gathers, recites poems, and studies articles, and they are all familiar with it, and they are not too much of a student.

After sitting for a while, someone came to invite them, saying that the officials had already made preparations, and asked the big guys to go out of the city to receive the order.

Ning Chunyu followed the flow and walked out of the yamen with everyone, but when he saw a green nun sedan chair in front of him, he thought that Zhao Zongchang should be sentenced, and other officials did not have this treatment, so they went out of the city gate all the way.

There are also a lot of people gathered on the side of the road inside and outside the city gate, although they were all sent by Fang Zheng and the chief, but because it is rare to welcome the holy decree, and the people are generally afraid of officials, they still have some expectations for what the holy decree looks like.

There are even some people in it who don't want to see the holy decree, but just to see what the legendary eunuch looks like.

After all, it is not as rare to see angels as in big cities such as Lin'an, so even if the daylight is brought out early in the morning, the mood of many people is still very high.

Ning Chunyu had doubts in his heart, and couldn't help but take a few more looks, but he saw that in addition to Zhao Zongchang, the general judge of Juzhou, there was also a vague figure in the sedan chair, and he couldn't see it very clearly.

After arriving at the Wuli Pavilion outside the city, the procession stopped, and the angel who announced the decree held his own identity, so he naturally had to put on a full posture, and he still had to wait.

Lord Zhao Zongchang, the general judge in the small sedan chair, and another person have already gotten off the sedan chair and are sitting in the Wuli Pavilion, and the entourage has put on the tea set, making tea slowly, and knows that it will take a long time to come.

Whether it is an official literati or an elderly person in the township, it is not strange to see this kind of official and old man behaving like a man, and people are angels who deliver orders, so it is a matter of course to wait.

Some of the brave scribes, or who considered themselves noble, followed the local officials to stand around the pavilion, and from time to time they could say a few words to the magistrate.

Ning Chunyu is not a high-minded person who does not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, if there is a shortage to make up for when he is young, try to ask who is not willing to be an official, not to mention the high-minded words such as being the master of the people, just talking about the ten-year cold window, isn't it just for the sake of Tian Shelang and the twilight of Tianzi Hall.

It's just that after teaching in the folk for many years, Ning Chunyu's mind of being an official has also faded, and his temperament is more free and easy, blindly just making a fuss, teaching and educating people, and he no longer has much expectation for officialdom.

If it was usual, he would never follow these people and take the initiative to get into the pavilion, but the treatment he received during this time was really unexpected.

You must know that those people can not save him, but directly blow up the city gate, after all, capturing a city is much more important than saving an old scholar like him.

If those two people didn't rescue him in time, the one who blew up the city gate would blow him up, and just said that the Ningxi army attacked the city, and when the two armies faced each other, he would have died without a place to be buried.

So he always wanted to know, who was saving him, who was treating him well, a gentleman would never be ashamed, and some things still needed to be distinguished.

So he approached the pavilion a little, and at this time the people in front of him were chatting with Lord Tongju about some poems that had recently become popular in Lin'an City, and one of them seemed to have returned from a trip in Lin'an, and was shaking his head and singing.

Then someone took out a letter, saying that there was a literary friend of Lin'an, and Hongyan passed on the book, and there were also some poems in it, and his reputation in Lin'an was not small, and he sang it out to taste with everyone.

Zhao Zongchang is an elegant person, and he did not hesitate to comment during the period, and this boring waiting time became harmonious.

Ning Chunyu was not uninterested in these poems, but his eyes kept staring at the figure next to Zhao Zongchang, and he always felt a little familiar.

This back gave Ning Chunyu a very intimate intuition, and since he couldn't see the front, Ning Chunyu couldn't help but move forward and squeeze into the crowd.

Unexpectedly, his body was already injured, and he was touched by someone, and he just stepped on the heel of the person in front of him!

The man was singing a song to Zhao Zongchang, his emotions were brewing so well that he was about to cry, who would have thought that people would step on it, and immediately screamed!

Everyone looked at Ning Chunyu, and saw that it was Mr. Chunyu from the primary school in the city, some people were disdainful, some were surprised, and some were puzzled.

Those who despise it naturally look down on Ning Chunyu who failed to step into the officialdom after all, and he is only a fellow jinshi, and they are surprised because they know that Ning Chunyu is still very well-established, but his fate is not good, and those who are confused are because they know that Ning Chunyu rarely joins in the fun, and I don't know why they are so out of shape this time.

The small commotion also attracted Zhao Zongchang's attention, but he found that Ning Chunyu's eyes were straight and not staring at him, and when he turned his head, he saw that Yang Jing had turned around and was smiling slightly.

"It's you!" Ning Chunyu ignored the scribe who was trampled on, staring at Yang Jing with surprise and disbelief on his face, wasn't this the young man who bowed to himself at the city gate and corrected the typos on the wooden sign!

Yang Jing smiled and said, "The old gentleman has been gone for a long time, can you please come in the pavilion and talk about it?"

Ning Chunyu didn't know Yang Jing, and those literati didn't know either, but the officials knew Yang Jing's origin very well!

The Imperial City Division's promotion of the chief officer, that is a character that few people in the officialdom dare to provoke, if not, how could the general judge, who is known as the ghost of officialdom, be so respectful to Yang Jing!

The literati have long looked at Yang Jing unpleasantly, this person is clearly dressed as a military general, but he is on an equal footing with Zhao Zongchang, which is really a little resentful, after all, the military generals of the Great Song Dynasty are not very popular.

Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin was the yellow robe to take the Central Plains from the hands of the Later Zhou Emperor Chai Rong, he knew that during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the military generals were the source of the disaster, so he listened to the advice of the patriarch Zaifu Zhao Pu, and released the military power with a glass of wine, and Zhao Pu is also known as one of the few or even the only remaining veterans around Zhao Kuangyin.

By the way, if you remember correctly, this Zhao Pu is the old brother who rules the world in half of the Analects.

Because of this origin, the Great Song Dynasty was extremely wary and vigilant of the military generals, and the military generals were also despised, and the highest status of the military generals in the entire Great Song Dynasty was the previously mentioned Di Qing Di Hanchen, who achieved the supreme position of the privy envoy.

It's a pity that this hero became a privy envoy, and he was scolded by the literati twice in three days, and said that his family was red and red, and that his dog had horns on his head, etc., these are all emperors, implying that Di Qing is preparing to follow the old routine of adding a yellow robe!

So the official family finally failed to withstand the criticism, the position of the privy envoy was not hot, and the authority was vacated by other ministers, not to mention, and then he stepped down, and within two years, he died of depression.

Even in the Southern Song Dynasty, the voice of peace was more and stronger than the voice of the main battle, and although the United Mongols destroyed the Jin State, the current official family still ceded the area north of the Huai River to the Mongols.

This is a series of problems caused by the theory of the decline of the literati as the military generals.

The reason why I mention these is just to say that although these literati can't recognize Yang Jing's imperial city official robe, as literati, they have a natural rejection and contempt for military generals, and they don't have much affection for Yang Jing!

However, it was such a person who didn't take the general judgment Zhao Zongchang in his eyes at all, let alone these literati, and didn't even have half an interest in their poetry and singing, and would invite Ning Chunyu, an old man, to the pavilion!

Just ask so many people present, there are also officials, and there are even more literati, who can sit with Zhao Zongchang?!!!

What was even more surprising was that instead of having any displeasure, Lord Zhao Zongchang nodded at Ning Chunyu and said with an encouraging smile.

"It turned out to be Lord Yang's old acquaintance, so I sincerely invite the old gentleman to come in and sit down." ”

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