Lang Jun is coming

The matter of Zheng Chuiying came to a conclusion overnight.The officials drafted an edict and exiled Danzhou.At the same time, Meng Ruanqing was promoted as Taifu.

The old party still had a lot of impassioned words to say in the future, so they were caught off guard, and the reason why they easily let go of Chen Juncong was unknown.The New Party was eerily quiet.

Life is going on in an orderly manner again, Liu Hanqiu is still in the position of Zaizhi, and the people's hope is rekindled because of the heavy rain.Instead, Chen Juncong fell ill.

It rained last night, and it was late autumn, even Pei Lian, who was rough and thick, couldn't handle it.Coupled with Chen Juncong's excessive grief, his body finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Water drops are still dripping from the eaves, and the lotus leaves in the stone jar in front of the porch are only withered and yellowed branches, and the muddy water inside is also on the verge of overflowing.

Uncle Chen stepped on the stagnant water and walked to the corridor, put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and leaned against the pillar of the corridor. Before he stepped into the house with one foot, he heard suppressed coughing and low-pitched voices coming from inside.

"The government's imperial edict to prosecute Yizhi has been issued, and the posthumous imperial edict..."

This person burned all night in a daze, sometimes he would say "Brother Heng" with intimacy, and sometimes he would mock with "Thank you for your kindness from the official family".With just a little guessing, Pei Lian knew what happened in the warm pavilion.

It's not intentional to make Chen Juncong sad, the edicts have always been written by other officials, otherwise the Ministry of Rites will do it.

Chen Juncong slightly opened his eyes and stared at the curtain above his head, he put away the crazy demeanor from last night, without knowing his emotions or anger.Hearing this, he didn't care much and said, "Nashi Laozi ordered the text to be written by anyone."

Pei Lian sat on the writing stool, struggled for a while before speaking, "Then I will write."

If they don't take over the job, the Ministry of Rites will just find a few sentence templates to write and pass the test.The people are gone, so we can't say that we don't care about the text.

Apart from imperial edicts, the last time Pei Lian wrote such a waste of words was the policy of being admitted to the imperial examination.In this regard, he is very unlike his teacher Mei Yanyu.

The pen in Mei Yanyu's hand has eulogized the prosperity of Daheng, and also worried about the suffering of the people.Every excellent work can be spread throughout the capital in less than three days, and students rush to read it.Pei Lian only inherited the master's first-hand strategy theory, crushed it and formed his own style.Criticism of current malpractices, sharp words.It made people feel uncomfortable at first, and felt that it was too harsh and merciless, but after reading it many times, they could see the simplification and rigor of the policy theory.I don't like to say a word of nonsense throughout the article.So compared to the teacher's writing, Pei Lian prefers to do it.

Chen Juncong and Pei Lian belonged to the same subject, so of course he had read his essay, so he was not surprised that he took the job of imperial essay.

It was raining endlessly outside.After an autumn rain and a cold, Chen Juncong held the quilt and sat up, his face flushed with fever, but he remembered that when he was in Ningzhou, it was raining and he was also sick, so Meng Ruanqing suddenly opened the door and kicked Hu Zaixue.

Even if he was sane, he could not restrain himself from looking in front of the door.There were still faint ripples in Chen Juncong's eyes, seeing that Pei Lian was still sitting there upright, looking uncharacteristically.He suddenly smiled and asked, "Are you afraid that I won't think about it?"

Pei Lian raised her eyes and didn't make a sound, which was her default.

Chen Juncong replied again, "Don't worry, I will live well until the day when the new system is fully implemented, and watch Daheng re-enter the prosperous age."

The shipping was smooth, the nursery was being built, and the power to forge arms was also in the hands of the imperial court.The only unsatisfactory thing is because of the restructuring defects exposed in Ningzhou.

There is no doubt that their starting point is good, but when it is implemented in specific state capitals, it changes the taste.The system is dead, but people are alive, and people's hearts are even more unpredictable.

Now the frontier is fighting with the big bank, if the restructuring is a few years earlier, even a year...

The road ahead is full of fog, and the prosperity of Heng Dynasty is crumbling in the flames of war.Restructuring should be faster, not slow and let alone stop.

"I've taken leave for you, so you can rest and come to see you some other day."

Pei Lian frowned, worried.Just as he got up to leave, he was stopped by Chen Juncong again.

"On the day of mourning, I thought about it a lot."

He turned around, looking at Chen Juncong's increasingly calm face, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

This person always seems to have a lot of things on his mind, he resolves it alone when he is sad, and smiles a few times when he is happy.In Pei Lian's memory, the other party never laughed heartily.

Chen Juncong leaned on the side of the bed with one hand, his face was slightly covered by his loose hair, and he said to Pei Lian who was not far away: "Yizhi and I were not born into a family of officials, nor did we have a father who was a deputy prime minister, nor did we have a bachelor as a teacher."

Pei Lian was taken aback.These are all things he has and never paid much attention to.Because he was born with the status of an official's son, even if his teacher was Mei Yanyu, he didn't feel that it was too unattainable.It's not that he intends to show off, but it's just something that he thinks is commonplace in it, and maybe it's out of reach for others who work hard for a lifetime.

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would feel guilty, Chen Juncong immediately added, "I'm not blaming you, it's just ridiculous that I've been an official for six years, and I didn't see this clearly. I finally understand that Yizhi, I and you are not fellow travelers after all."

Did the Guozijian students in the Naoling Hall know that Meng Ruanqing was the deputy envoy of the Third Division?Know.Do the officials know that they used Meng Ruanqing as a victim in order to check and balance?also know.

But they all did these things under the premise of being very clear.

why?

Apart from the party struggle, because Meng Ruanqing has no family background that makes them afraid, nor does he have any backing outside the official family.Without these, you don't have to worry about paying a high price, and the officials don't have to rack their brains to weigh people related to him.

But if it was Pei Lian, a political advisor, Pei Yanfu, would be enough to make the officials hesitate a bit.

After listening to every sentence carefully, without any further explanation, Pei Lian lowered her eyes and said, "I understand."

He knew that Chen Juncong didn't intend to sever friendship with him, and he also knew that they would no longer talk and joke without scruples like in the past.

When Pei Lian rode away, Uncle Chen walked in with a medicine bowl that was already warm enough to eat, shook his head and sighed, "Why is the Patriarch doing this?"

Chen Juncong took the medicine bowl, drank it without blinking, and murmured with a strong bitter taste in his mouth.

"Just saw clearly."