Zhang Xuezhou's thinking is not a big rebellion.

In this era, there are many people who have the same thoughts as Zhang Xuezhou.

For example, people in the Hundred Schools of Thought.

In essence, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he belonged to one of them, but Zhang Xuezhou kept leaning towards the imperial court.

In the final analysis, he is not much different from Shen Peigong and others, they all just want to borrow the power of the imperial court to arm themselves stronger.

Zhang Xuezhou did not succeed at the moment, while Shen Peigong and others were likely to be defeated.

Thinking of the whispered relays when the little eunuchs sent him out of the court, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could go to Yangling for a while.

Early the next morning, he took the Qingyan wooden staff as a crutch, beckoned Rong Tianding, and called a carriage out of the city.

"It's too far away!"

The snow carriage was extremely slow, and it was fifty miles from the house to the east Sima Gate of Yangling, which took nearly two hours.

Although he got up early and called a carriage, it was already noon when Zhang Xuezhou arrived at Sima Gate in Yangling East.

He called twice, and Song Dongjia, who was on duty, suddenly trotted down from the city tower with a puff of smoke.

"My lord, Lord Dongfang, I can be regarded as seeing you!"

Song Dongjia tugged at his close-fitting cloth armor and tightened his belt.

After the accident of Sima Ling, the bus of East Sima Gate, there were few good lives, and Song Dongjia did not expect that Zhang Xuezhou would continue to come to perform his duties.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou again, Song Dongjia was only a little surprised, but he was more hot-eyed.

"My lord, everyone is looking forward to your return," Song Dongjia said flatteringly.

"I don't expect to come back" Zhang Xuezhou smiled: "What's the matter, you are also suffering from it?" ”

"It's an old sin, we don't have you, no one cares about us at all, and we haven't been given a single winter coat" Song Dongjia snorted and said: "Although we are useless, we are still guarding this tower, and we can still do a little work, and we still have to send it!" ”

"What about Ma Yuan, who is in charge of clerical work?"

"The people over there in Jingzhaoyi Mansion said that he was operated by the gangsters, and he didn't survive the interrogation, and now he is past the first seven!"

"Didn't make it?"

Zhang Xuezhou's eyes were slightly stunned.

"Where's that craftsman Zhang Laogao?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I haven't seen Zhang Laogao enter Sima Gate these days, maybe the craftsman that belongs to him has been completed!"

Zhang Xuezhou's face sank.

The craftsmen belong to public office, as long as the matter of Yangling is not over, these craftsmen will not be less repaired, and it will not be completed at all.

Just as they were waved by the top of the imperial court, Jin Chang treated Ma Yuan and others just casually.

Zhang Xuezhou even thought of Jin Chang's headshot when he entered Yangling and was shot by a sky-shaking arrow.

"Jin Chang's luck seems to have been intercepted by me, if he can wait for Zun to come forward, maybe he can escape the pursuit of the heaven-shaking arrow, but Jin Chang suffered from the ...... of Zun"

Zhang Xuezhou did not delve into this matter in the end.

If you want to think carefully, Ma Yuan's death has most of its own reasons, but there are also threads related to him.

Any link, any person doing something, has the potential to have an impact involving other people.

If the matter were to be repeated, the choices Zhang Xuezhou made would make almost no difference.

He constantly reviewed himself, only to feel that many things were difficult to perfect, and he had reached the limit of his time in the face of the unknown.

They did not have the slightest resistance in the face of the top of the imperial court, Jin Chang, Zun Shang and others, and they were no different from a weed, Ma Yun and Zhang Laogao were also just a weed, or even inferior to them.

Like the sergeants who had previously guarded Simamen, these men had little to no resistance when the matter came.

What's more, one of these two people is weak, and the other is aging and panicked, and it is not easy to think about this difficulty.

"Did you patrol over there?" Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the mausoleum and asked.

"My lord, you didn't come, this Ma Yuan is dead again, there are only four people left in our Sima Gate, where do you dare to run around" Song Dongjia smiled and said: "And we are still short of winter clothes, so we closed the gate and hid in the city tower to pass the time according to your orders." ”

"Well done!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, knowing very well that Song Dongjia should not know much about things.

This made him stretch out his hand to greet Song Dongjia, and let Rong Tianding half-support him, and the three of them stepped on the deep and shallow snow in the Yangling.

The heavy snow of winter has smoothed out everything that happened in Yangling.

No one cares about the death of Ma Yuan, no one cares about the lack of one Zhang Laogao among the craftsmen, and no one cares about the bus Sima Ling of Sima Gate in the east of Yangling.

Everything in the Yangling Tomb was quiet, so quiet that it was as if no one had detected it, covering up many things that had happened more than ten days ago.

Even the footprints of the craftsmen were re-covered by snowflakes, and it was not until Zhang Xuezhou and the others approached the vicinity of the imperial tomb that he heard some sound of chiseling stones.

"My lord, there's someone roasting ...... over there."

Song Dongjia, who was in charge of opening the way, trembled and pointed forward, and just when he was about to point out to Zhang Xuezhou that someone was roasting near the tomb, his body was crooked and he had already sunk.

"Be careful!"

Zhang Xuezhou took the Qingyan wooden staff and hooked it, and when he pulled Song Dongjia back, he saw three bright handleless short swords inserted under the branches and hay mixed with the snow.

"Kong Zhong, what are you laying blindly, you have a sword in this normal walking path, and you almost stabbed us!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted forward, only to hear the sound of stone drilling near the emperor's tomb stopped, and someone probed his brain to look over.

"Don't run around, Lord Dongfang, this is the way for horses, and people will not fall into it if they follow the steps of horses!"

Just ten seconds later, Kong Zhong stepped over on a red horse.

"Look at my horseshoe print, you can jump with the horseshoe print, you can go over there," Kong Zhong demonstrated.

"Do you use these things, have you ever caught anyone?" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Although we didn't catch the people who broke into the Yang Tomb, this trap is still very useful," Kong Zhong argued.

"It's useless to do all this" Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand and said: "It seems that you haven't received the news yet, and Shen Peigong himself can't take care of you, so he will let you wait for death here!" ”

"Why are you waiting to die?" Kong Zhong was stunned.

"Didn't you hear that the imperial court recently ordered Wang Zang to investigate the imperial historian Zhao Juan and Lang Zhongling?" Zhang Xuezhou asked: "Shen Peigong, the two most powerful Confucians of the Lu School, have been investigated, and I am afraid that this good life will come to an end!" ”

"We don't know," Kong Zhong took a breath of cold air and said, "No one has come to inform us of these things!" ”

"I know a little, but you first tell me about the more than ten days of this Yangling, and then I will tell you in detail!"

Song Dongjia couldn't ask anything, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't ask Kong Zhong directly to ask about anything secret, which made him take the lead in throwing a bait.

The change of Confucianism in the court was a major event, but Zhang Xuezhou knew the two sentences of the little eunuchs at the moment.

This made Zhang Xuezhou immediately use it on Kong Zhong.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the Emperor's Mausoleum, and Kong Zhong suddenly jumped down from the jujube red horse.

"Your side, please!"

Kong Zhong stretched out his hand and pulled it in the snow.

Like dominoes, Kong Zhong pulled up a silk thread and flipped the traps on this road together, making way for a normal path.