fifth form

Shen Peigong had the official position of Taizhong doctor.

This official position enjoys a salary of two thousand stone, and has the rights to revise the Mingtang, correct the Shuo, change the color of clothes, patrol hunting and enshrine Zen, and other Confucian etiquette rights.

The things that Shen Pei Gong did as an official could be done anywhere. Accordingly, there was no fixed office space, and there was no allocated residence. The secret of his residence was rarely known to outsiders.

However, Zhao Wan, Wang Zang and others had been in office for half a year, and their residences were official residences allocated by the imperial court.

When the two were imprisoned, the rights to the official residence were also taken back.

Accordingly, it was impossible for Zhao Wan and others to return to the official residence of the imperial censor after their death.

"They are at the Confucius Temple!"

If the bodies cannot be handed over, the bodies of Zhao Wan and others can only be sent to the Confucius Temple.

This is where Confucian monks gather and is also used to host some special events.

It is common for sects to establish temples. Confucianism not only has Confucian temples, but also Mencius temples, etc., while other well-developed schools also have temples and temples as places of business.

It is difficult to build temples and temples in Chang'an City. Only schools that surrender to the imperial court can build them openly and honestly.

It is not difficult to find these places accordingly.

Kong Anguo just thought about it for a moment and already knew where Kong Zhong and others were going.

Shen Peigong might not be able to find time to target Kong Zhong and others, but he couldn't bear it, and Kong Zhong and others took the initiative to come to his door.

This made him stand up quickly, almost ready to run over.

"Brother Dongfang, if my father puts his face in front of Teacher Shen Pei, will he be beaten to death?" Kong Anguo asked in a low voice.

"It shouldn't happen, but it's inevitable to teach him a lesson!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.

If Shen Peigong's important matter was ruined, Shen Peigong would naturally not give Kong Zhong a good look.

But as long as Shen Peigong doesn't go crazy, the other party probably won't beat Kong Zhong and others to death, but some punishment is inevitable.

"As long as I don't kill you, it's fine!"

Kong Anguo froze his body.

As long as Kong Zhong doesn't die, things will be easy to talk about.

Of course, it was useless for him to rush to the Confucius Temple. After all, Kong Anguo wanted strength but not strength, and status but not status, so it could not affect the decision-making at all.

But we still have to go where we need to go.

If Kong Zhong and others were beaten half to death, Kong Anguo would have to fish them out and see a doctor.

Knowing that he could not change the situation, Kong Anguo quickly collected the food remnants and handed over half a tael of breakfast money to the boss.

"Brother Dongfang, do you know where there is a good doctor in Chang'an City?" Kong Anguo said: "If my father is beaten to death, we still have to find a doctor to treat his injuries."

"It just so happens that the neighbor across from my house has very good medical skills. He also performed a major surgery yesterday and the patient is safe," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It's a good relationship." Kong Anguo nodded repeatedly: "I will call a carriage and send my father and several uncles there!"

"My family lives at the 18th Lion in Laoshu Hutong. My neighbor has a Pixiu on display, which is very easy to find." Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously after telling him the address, "Are you so sure that your father must have been beaten and injured?"

"Father, he...hey, for sure!"

Kong Anguo nodded.

Being able to sing does not necessarily mean that you can write music scores, and being able to write poems does not prove that you can be a good official. Although Kong Zhong was a great practitioner, it does not mean that Kong Zhong was calm enough in terms of his character and other aspects.

Kong Anguo felt that his father was good at hiding, but there was a high probability that he would not be able to bear the speculation or accusations from some great scholars, and would eventually jump out to defend himself.

Whenever Kong Zhong jumps out, it is inevitable that he will be beaten.

"Would you like me to help you lift someone?" Zhang Xuezhou rolled up his sleeves and said, "It's easier for two people to carry someone than one person. If they only have skin injuries, I have a surgical method that can help!"

"Brother Dongfang, please!"

Kong Anguo thought for a moment, then nodded quickly.

"Uncle Du, I want to go to the Confucius Temple!"

Kong Anguo greeted Du Wencai, who was lining up in the distance, and Du Wencai quickly stretched out his hand to signal.

"Don't run around when you go to the Confucius Temple. I'll come right after I got the money!"

If it were somewhere else, Du Wencai would be worried about losing Kong Anguo, but there was no chance of losing the Confucius Temple.

Du Wencai also allowed Kong Anguo to go to the Confucius Temple.

After waving his hand, he calmly waited in line again.

"My father won't be beaten right away. If he is beaten, I won't be able to catch up." Kong Anguo said helplessly: "Let's walk slowly. The Confucius Temple is not far from here. It's only three miles away through alleys!"

"The streets are so crowded right now that even carriages can't pass. It's more convenient to walk!" Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

Seeing that his father was about to be beaten, being able to do this without hesitation or illness was a sign of great charisma.

After Zhang Xuezhou thought about Kong Anguo, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen his parents for six years and didn't know whether Zhang Zhong and the Yourong family were living a stable life. He suddenly felt more relaxed.

If you don't have the ability, maintaining your own mentality is obviously the most accurate choice. Any restlessness, anger, and recklessness are not likely to be beneficial.

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to come slowly to seek help as time went on. Kong Anguo was unable to stop things from happening, so he could only send Kong Zhong and others to seek medical treatment.

Both of them were in a very good state of mind, and they were just like wandering around when they went to the Confucius Temple.

Crowds of people gathered in the long street and were very happy, but in the Confucius Temple, people were crowded and there was a sense of sadness and anger.

Amidst the mournful music of the chimes, there are also female relatives crying to heaven and earth.

The Confucius Temple is not a mourning hall, but the deceased great Confucians are qualified to be placed here.

"Brother Dongfang!"

When he got close to the Confucius Temple, Kong Anguo became a little more anxious.

The Confucian temple has an excellent site. The Confucius Temple covers an area of ​​more than 500 square meters, and there are many pavilions, pavilions, lofts and corridors, which can accommodate hundreds of people gathering at a time.

But at this time, let alone the normal passage, there were people standing on even the tops of the pavilions and attics. There were at least two to three thousand Confucian scholars gathered here.

Things were obviously very noisy. If the King of Huainan had not sent money on the street, the scale of the gathering of Confucian scholars would probably have spread, and even some onlookers would have joined in, and it would not be surprising to have tens of thousands of people gathered.

There are disadvantages in having many people, but being Confucian also makes it difficult for Kong Anguo to sneak into the Confucius Temple.

Even if Kong Zhong and others were beaten in the Confucius Temple, it would be difficult for Kong Anguo to see them.

He was very knowledgeable, but he undoubtedly lacked experience in dealing with these matters. He was also troubled by the crowds at the Confucius Temple.

"Your Majesty must not be able to walk in openly," Zhang Xuezhou said, "Maybe they are still hiding at the entrance of the cave to see what happens!"

"Makes sense!"

"Let's find a higher place and take a look first!"

Zhang Xuezhou found two old trees outside the Confucius Temple and signaled Kong Anguo to climb the tree to check the situation.

"It's a bit far!"

Looking at the distance of more than two hundred meters, Kong Anguo felt that Zhang Xuezhou's direction was too far, but if Kong Anguo was asked to find a more suitable high point at the moment, he really couldn't find it.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou climbing up the tree slowly, Kong Anguo had no choice but to find another old tree more than ten meters away to climb.

"Not far," Zhang Xuezhou replied loudly: "I can see the coffins in the Confucius Temple from here!"

"You have such good eyesight!"

Kong Anguo's muffled voice came, obviously he didn't see anything clearly.

"Brother Dongfang, have you seen my father?" Kong Anguo shouted loudly.

"I'll take a closer look!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the two coffins in the distance. He stabilized the tree pole. When his body swayed, Yang Po was already flying into the air.

"Mr. Shen, why don't we unite with the King of Huainan to directly rebel, find out the old witch from Anle Palace, and then drive His Majesty out of office? Only in this way can we and the Confucians be treated justice!"

"The King of Huainan has thousands of followers, and every one of them is a good person. If he were to be in charge of the court, what would be the business of our Confucian family!"

"The King of Huainan will definitely kill the donkey after unloading the mill, and he may even kill us all!"

"Everyone, haven't you ever suspected that there is a mole among us? Who can so clearly report the matter of Zhao Daru and Wang Daru to the court!"

"Find out the traitors and execute them!"

"Yes, find the traitor first!"

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Zhang Xuezhou Yangpo had just escaped to the vicinity of the Confucius Temple when he heard the sound coming from the main hall of the Confucius Temple.

"Who is hiding there and eavesdropping? Come out!"

Just as he was about to hear what these people had argued, he saw a layer of red light floating over the statue of Confucius placed in the main hall of the Confucius Temple.

This made Shen Peigong, who was sitting under the statue of Kong Sheng, quickly raise his head.

He shouted loudly. Before Zhang Xuezhou could move away quickly, he saw a head sticking out from behind the statue of Kong Sheng.

"Hello everyone, I am washing the back of my ancestor!"

With an embarrassed look on his face, Kong Zhong lifted up a baffle under the wooden statue of Kong Sheng, wiped the dust off the baffle with his sleeve, and then dug his entire body out from under the statue.