Zhang Xuezhou does have the idea of changing stores and residences, and he does things relatively quickly.

The laws of the Han Dynasty are different from those in reality, and it is just a matter of not causing trouble in ordinary times, but if something happens, it will involve punishment such as implication and involvement.

Regardless of whether he was involved in anything or whether he was upright, if he was found to be an accomplice, the person handling the case would rather kill him by mistake than let it go.

Some people live so well that they lose their heads for some reason.

Zhang Xuezhou has been healing people these days, and he has not listened to the gossip of Chang'an City.

When it comes to Emperor Jing's funeral, the control is very strict, which makes many people discuss a lot of topics is to abide by the law, and many intimidating content is constantly extended, which also makes Zhang Xuezhou extremely cautious.

"More is better than less!"

lost ten and a half taels and settled the account in advance in the inn, and Zhang Xuezhou also took Rong Tianding into the crowd, and kept moving with the crowd of funerals on the street.

Occasionally, he could meet one or two junior generals who had been healed, and these people touched the bodies of their colleagues to prompt, and they couldn't help but feel sorry again.

The Northern Army is not a place where everyone can go, and Chang'an City is not a place where the soldiers of the Northern Army can come whenever they want, and it will obviously become a luxury to spend a small amount of money to hire a military doctor with such a deep level of cultivation for treatment.

But the affairs of the Northern Army have indeed been done.

As the mourners in charge of the funeral ceremony continued to move forward, the rear followed by rows of prisoner carts, involving thousands of dejected faces, and the extended procession dragged extremely far.

The men were fixed to the prisoner cart with torture equipment, and their limbs appeared to be limp and lying on their stomachs, apparently as a result of extremely rough beatings.

During the parade, there was no shortage of ordinary people throwing stones and tiles, and some of them had already been stoned to death in prison cars.

"Our Chang'an City has cleaned up another group of rebels against the imperial court!"

"What the hell do you think these people are going on?"

"Our soldiers are fighting in the front, they are disturbing in the rear, and they don't even let go of the funeral of the first emperor, their hearts can be punished!"

"I know that traitor, he says every day that this country is good and that country is good, but our Han country is not good!"

"That's Lu Ershao of the Lu family, what school did he go to learn for a while, but he didn't learn his skills, but his brain has changed!"

"Shoot him!"

"After the first emperor is buried, he will definitely be able to suppress the dead souls of these fanatics!"

"Funeral ......"

……

There are many people with insight among the people who see the excitement, and Zhang Xuezhou also heard a lot of things while walking.

This is clearly pulling out a lot of nails.

Regardless of whether the crime is big or small, or even nothing, or just a person who speaks his tongue, these people are all caught in a net, and it is basically impossible to live after this trip to the streets, and they will even be buried in the tomb of Emperor Jing as a sacrifice.

The time for the imperial court to punish this group of people was excellent, and it was difficult to cause any criticism during Emperor Jing's funeral.

This made Zhang Xuezhou take a breath of cold air, only to feel that he and Rong Tianding were lucky, and they were not unlucky enough to wade into this kind of troubled water.

"Who's that man?"

Constantly marching against the street, it is also getting closer and closer to the group of high-ranking officials who are funeral by the imperial court.

Most of the officials in the court had to be seen off along the streets, and only a few had the privilege of chariots and horses.

Zhang Xuezhou's eyes swept over the court officials with official hats on the carriage, and when he saw an old man with gray linen wrapped around his head, he couldn't help but be surprised.

As long as you look at the hat, the more gorgeous the hat, the higher the corresponding official rank.

It is obvious that he does not have any official position to tie his head with a piece of linen, but the old man is sitting in a carriage in the funeral crowd, and the wheels of the carriage are even wrapped in pampas leaves, which looks unique.

The object of Zhang Xuezhou's questioning was not Rong Tianding, but the well-informed Chang'an people on the street.

But this insight is obviously not possessed by ordinary people, and it was not until Zhang Xuezhou asked more than a dozen people that no one guessed.

"That seems to be the Confucian sect master Shen Gong!"

"Is that him?"

Zhang Xuezhou had heard the name of Shen Pei, the suzerain of Confucianism, which originated from Dong Zhongshu's introduction.

This is also the opponent of singing against Dong Zhongshu.

"It seems that Master Dong will have a hard time in the future!"

Zhang Xuezhou's bad luck was swept away, but Dong Zhongshu obviously didn't.

Shen Pei's courtesy at the moment is extremely high, which proves that the imperial court is ready to reuse the other party.

It is impossible to reuse Dong Zhongshu if you reuse Shen Pei, and even Dong Zhongshu may be suppressed by Shen Pei.

Searching along the ranks of funeral officials, Zhang Xuezhou also found Dong Zhongshu with a pale face.

"Why is Dr. Dong's complexion so bad, is it because he is crying too much?"

Standing in the crowd, Zhang Xuezhou also raised his hand and waved at Dong Zhongshu.

Zhang Xuezhou doesn't like to associate with unlucky people, but Dong Zhongshu is obviously an exception, especially since the other party also took the Yellow Sand Sect's secret scroll Yellow Sand Technique, Zhang Xuezhou has to learn from Dong Zhongshu.

In addition, he also has Yang Soul Transformation Technique to share, and it involves black and white double horses, silkworm cloth and other things that need to be checked by Dong Zhongshu.

This is the most reassuring and highly cultivated person Zhang Xuezhou knows at the moment, and it also makes Zhang Xuezhou willing to continue to make friends.

If Dong Zhongshu has a way to contact the Holy Mother of Wudang, the other party can also go to Dading to wash away the bad luck.

Zhang Xuezhou's vigorous wave of his hand attracted the attention of many officials, and Dong Zhongshu was no exception.

He opened his mouth, gestured with his finger to Zhang Xuezhou, and then silently followed in the funeral group.

Zhang Xuezhou can still be alive at this time, but Dong Zhongshu in the court is walking on thin ice.

When Shen Peigong came to visit him to learn from the fighting method, he almost suspected that the new emperor wanted to send him to the funeral of Emperor Jing.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The uncontrollable cough made Dong Zhongshu's face pale again by a few points, he took out a white cloth and wiped it, and waited until he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and the discomfort in his heart subsided for a few points.

"I have to let Dongfang Shuo treat my internal injuries, and then I have to take the initiative to go to the court to recuperate my injuries for a few years!"

As long as he thought of the piece of spiritual jade that Shen Peigong was holding in his hand, Dong Zhongshu had no idea of fighting again.

In the Confucian controversy, he was clearly the loser.

And the new emperor was ready to reuse Shen Peigong, and he was also completely defeated in the court.

Don't look at his three thousand disciples, but as long as Shen Peigong sits in the high hall, his disciples will not hesitate to turn around and join Shen Peigong's command.

For many disciples, as long as they belong to Confucianism, their conversion is not contrary to the concept of sectarianism, and the concept of Confucianism as a teacher makes the great Confucians lack strong restraint and cannot restrain their disciples.

The injuries suppressed by Li Guang recurred because of the fighting method, the disciples switched, and Dong Zhongshu, who was scattered, was almost a betrayal.

Dong Zhongshu took a deep breath and felt that he had reached the bottom of his life, and he could not be more at the bottom except for such a thing as dying.

He's a decrepit boy.

Dong Zhongshu walked along the long street, his head was in a trance, and he almost wanted to change his wish on the "Book of Graves" for a while.

He muttered.

When he read the words, Dong Zhongshu only felt that the earth was surging, and he seemed to step on the body of the golden dragon.

The shaking sensation of riding the dragon came, and Dong Zhongshu only felt that his body was shaking uncomfortably.

His mouth was sweet, and two streams of blood gushed out from his nostrils.

"Dr. Dong fainted with grief in his heart!"

When there were exclamations around, Dong Zhongshu was still in a trance, stepping on the golden dragon and running.

He felt something more in his body.

His wish to recite the Tomb Sutra seems to have resonated with the fulfillment of the Tomb Sutra.

But if you want to ask Dong Zhongshu where this sign appears, it is difficult for him to detect it at the moment.