Walking along the official street, you only need to walk five or six miles to see the imperial palace of Chang'an City.

Nearly half an hour later, Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding had already carried Dong Zhongshu to the gate of the imperial city.

Zhang Qian used to wait for the prince here.

The two put down Dong Zhongshu's rattan chair, and sent the prayer note written by Dong Zhongshu to the guards on duty in front, and then accompanied Dong Zhongshu outside to bask in the sun.

"Master, you seem to be homeless" Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice, "Did you really leave Chang'an City?" ”

"Yes!"

Dong Zhongshu nodded briefly.

"I always feel that this is not like your style," Zhang Xuezhou complained.

"So what can I do?" Dong Zhongshu smiled bitterly: "You can't let Shen Pei use the internal dispute of the sect to kill me legally!" ”

The state has national laws, the family has family rules, and the sect also has internal disputes among the sect.

The imperial court is not binding enough on many schools, let alone using the imperial court system to govern sects.

Even if Dong Zhongshu is an official of the imperial court, if the internal dispute within the sect involved leads to death, it will eventually become a matter of back and forth.

Dong Zhongshu was glad that the Confucian dispute was not as fierce as other sects, and Shen Pei's position in the imperial court was unstable at this time, so he did not appear ruthless when he was directed against him.

Although a little ridicule was unavoidable, it was good that he could leave Chang'an City safely.

Dong Zhongshu also waited for Confucianism to bloom.

He and Shen Pei have a dispute of ideas, but Dong Zhongshu hopes that the school to which he belongs will continue to grow stronger.

"Everyone thinks they are right and believes in their own path......"

Dong Zhongshu muttered in his mouth, and it was not until the guards who accepted the worship hurriedly returned that Dong Zhongshu raised his head.

"Your Majesty is willing to see you, Dr. Dong, please!"

The guards looked at Dong Zhongshu, and then at the rattan chair where Dong Zhongshu was lying.

This made Dong Zhongshu finally get up with difficulty, pointed at Zhang Xuezhou again, and then lay on Zhang Xuezhou's back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sick, so I can only go to the palace on my back" Dong Zhongshu said: "If Your Majesty has any blame, Zhongshu is willing to bear it, and he will definitely not embarrass Luo Weichang!" ”

"Alas!"

The Praetorian Guard sighed.

"Then Shen Peigong's attack is too heavy, Dr. Dong is easy to go!"

Nearly half a month has passed, and the palace guards have obviously heard the news and know that Dong Zhongshu and Shen Peigong's fighting methods have been severely damaged.

Dong Zhongshu is usually kind and polite, and Confucianism is a kind of sideline, but if people outside Confucianism are asked to make a choice, it is obvious that few people will choose Shen Peigong.

The guards sighed, and then let Dong Zhongshu go.

It was not etiquette to carry Dong Zhongshu into the palace, but he couldn't let Dong Zhongshu climb in.

Correspondingly, it is inevitable to move forward with Dong Zhongshu behind his back, whether to let the other party's people do this thing or do this kind of thing by himself, this kind of thing that may involve violations is a good choice.

Walking along the official street, a few hundred meters later is the castle tower at the entrance of the imperial palace.

The city tower is more than 20 meters high, which is shorter than the outer wall of Chang'an City, but this city gate is equipped with a crossbow, and there are red-armored guards with bows and swords to patrol at all times, and the guards are more than one level stricter than the outer city.

"Don't look around, go ahead!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt several sharp rays of light shoot across his body, and this aggressive gaze even made goosebumps gush out extremely quickly.

As if sensing something, Dong Zhongshu admonished.

This made Zhang Xuezhou dare not turn his head and look around, but strode forward.

Passing through this chapter gate, a eunuch came to guide the way, and Zhang Xuezhou only needed to follow the eunuch trot.

"Your Majesty is in Dongque!"

The eunuch whispered about the area where the new emperor was located, and walked briskly through the square within the crimson walls.

Instead of leading the way to the massive building with heavy eaves and nine ridges as far as his eyes could see, he turned around and entered a Langfang area.

By the time he turned around Langfang, which was guarded with several knives, the sound of the new emperor's recitation had already come.

Emperor Jing's funeral time was not long, the new emperor recited the sad fu, and there were two guards fighting swords more than 20 meters away from the new emperor, one attack and one defense were lively.

When Dong Zhongshu came, the new emperor raised his hand and raised it, letting the two guards go down to rest.

"Dong Aiqing, are you here to complain?"

Looking at Dong Zhongshu, who was carried by Zhang Xuezhou, the new emperor had a little embarrassment on his face, but there was a little more helplessness.

When he welcomed Confucianism to enter the imperial court to seek leverage, Dong Zhongshu was the first to be unlucky.

This was a bit different from what he imagined, but the new emperor also had to bear it.

He had to comfort Dong Zhongshu for a few words.

If we want to borrow the power of Confucianism, it is inevitable that the interests of some people will be damaged.

"I have read your evaluation of the Shujun City School Palace, I think it is very good, and I am thinking about setting up a Taixue as a school palace in Chang'an City" The new emperor thought and compensated: "I hope that Dr. Dong can make the best use of his talents and teach students from all over the country who come to study in Taixue!" ”

"Your Majesty, the minister......" Dong Zhongshu coughed slightly, and then fell from Zhang Xuezhou to hide his face and thank him: "The minister is willing to die for the court!" ”

"Hurry up, please!"

Dong Zhongshu thanked him quickly, and the new emperor held up Dong Zhongshu quickly.

As soon as the two pairs of hands touched, the new emperor felt Dong Zhongshu's terrible body.

This made him frown slightly.

He couldn't care about the internal disputes in Confucianism, but Shen Peigong's attack was obviously a little light, which almost beat Dong Zhongshu to the point that he couldn't take care of himself, not to mention, and also caused major hidden dangers to Dong Zhongshu's body.

Feeling the damage of Dong Zhongshu's body, the new emperor felt that Dong Zhongshu's strength was less than one-twelve.

Dong Zhongshu under this trauma is almost equivalent to a wasted person.

He had no reason to have a little more disgust for Shen Peigong.

Dong Zhongshu is the person whose name Emperor Jing once named, and the new emperor will obviously reuse it, but Shen Peigong got Dong Zhongshu to this kind of end and let him use it.

"Your Majesty, the minister's body needs to be meditated and cultivated for a period of time, and I came here to say goodbye to Your Majesty, and I only hope to resume serving Your Majesty as soon as possible in the future," Dong Zhongshu said.

"Shen Pei wants to drive you out of Chang'an City?"

Dong Zhongshu did not complain, and the new emperor did not want to listen to Dong Zhongshu's complaint, but the two sides made things clear.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that Shen Peigong was unlucky.

No matter how much Shen Peigong abides by etiquette and rules in doing things, Dong Zhongshu, who is seriously ill, is almost the same as bumping into a porcelain.

As long as Dong Zhongshu is forced to fight for a fight, Dong Zhongshu's big problem will be revealed.

Shen Peigong may think that Dong Zhongshu's name is exaggerated, and his strength and fame are not in line, while the new emperor may think that Shen Peishu's attack is too ruthless, and he actually made a heavy shot so that Dong Zhongshu's body was almost scrapped.

This is the courtier named by Emperor Jing, and even his imperial uncle has calculated that there may be a big involvement, and it also involves possible opportunities.

The corresponding new emperor really did not like Shen Peigong's behavior.

"Shichen is seriously ill and wants to go outside to recuperate for a few years, read a book every day, sort out some cultivation techniques, and then return to Chang'an City to serve His Majesty in the future," Dong Zhongshu said sincerely.

"Reading? What books to read? Xindi asked with a frown after pondering.

"If Your Majesty allows, the minister wants to exchange all these years for an opportunity to enter the secret pavilion to read books, and choose some Huang Lao's health preservation techniques and Legalist techniques to take a look," Dong Zhongshu pleaded.

"Why do you want to see Huang Lao's health preservation techniques and Legalist techniques?" Xindi asked casually.

"The minister's physical illness is difficult to treat, and he hopes to recuperate his body with Huang Lao's health preservation technique, but he is a little dissatisfied in his heart, and he always thinks that after his body recovers, he will defeat Shen Pei one day, so he wants to study the art of Legalism," Dong Zhongshu said.

"You're just thinking about it!"

Dong Zhongshu almost didn't write the four big words 'I want revenge' on his face.

The new emperor did not stop Dong Zhongshu.

He used Confucianism to contain many people in the imperial court, but if he wanted Confucianism to sit big, he really needed someone to restrain Confucianism.

Dong Zhongshu is undoubtedly a person who is more suitable to disturb Confucianism, and he is also a more reassuring person.

This made him nod, and then responded to Dong Zhongshu's request.