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

Nearly half an hour later, Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding had 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 greeting card written by Dong Zhongshu to the guards on duty ahead, and then accompanied Dong Zhongshu 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?"

"Correct!"

Dong Zhongshu nodded briefly.

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

"Then what can I do?" Dong Zhongshu said with a wry smile, "I can't let Shen Pei legally kill me by using the sect's internal dispute!"

The state owns state laws, the family has family rules, and the sect also has internal disputes within the sect.

The imperial court has insufficient binding force on many schools of thought, let alone using the imperial court system to govern the sects.

Even if Dong Zhongshu is an official of the imperial court, if the internal disputes involved in the sect lead to his death, it will eventually become a matter of back and forth.

Dong Zhongshu was fortunate that the Confucian disputes were not as intense as those of other sects, and Shen Pei's position in the court was not stable at this time, so he did not appear harsh when targeting him.

Although some ridicule was unavoidable, it was considered very good that he could leave Chang'an City safely.

Dong Zhongshu also waited quietly for Confucianism to bloom.

He and Shen Pei had an ideological dispute, but Dong Zhongshu hoped that the school he belonged to would continue to prosper.

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

Dong Zhongshu muttered in his mouth, until the guards who accepted the greeting came back in a hurry, Dong Zhongshu raised his head.

"Your Majesty would like to see you, Dr. Dong please!"

The imperial guard looked at Dong Zhongshu, and then at the wicker chair Dong Zhongshu was lying on.

This made Dong Zhongshu finally get up with difficulty, pointed to 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 the back of my servants." Dong Zhongshu said: "If His Majesty has any blame, Zhong Shu is willing to bear it all, and will never embarrass Captain Luo!"

"Ugh!"

The guard sighed.

"Then Mr. Shen Pei's attack is too heavy, Dr. Dong can go!"

Nearly half a month later, the palace guards obviously also heard the news, knowing that Dong Zhongshu and Shen Peigong were severely injured in the fighting.

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

The imperial guard sighed, and then let Dong Zhongshu go.

Carrying Dong Zhongshu into the palace was not in accordance with etiquette, but he couldn't let Dong Zhongshu crawl in.

Correspondingly, it is inevitable to move forward behind Dong Zhongshu's back. It is easy to make a choice whether to let the other party's people do this thing or do it yourself. This kind of thing that may involve violations of regulations is easy to make.

Keep going along the official street, and after a few hundred meters is the gate tower at the entrance of the imperial palace.

The tower is more than [-] meters high, which is shorter than the outer wall of Chang'an City, but there are machine crossbows erected at the gate of the city, and there are red-armored guards with bows and swords patrolling all the time. The guards are more than one level stricter than the outer city. .

"Don't look around, walk forward!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt several sharp eyes shooting at him, and this aggressive gaze even made his skin crawl very quickly.

As if aware of something, Dong Zhongshu warned.

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

Passing through the gate of Zhangcheng, there are eunuchs coming to lead the way, and Zhang Xuezhou only needs to trot forward with the eunuchs.

"Your Majesty is at the East Palace!"

The eunuch mentioned in a low voice the area where the new emperor was, and quickly walked through the square inside the high crimson wall.

Instead of leading the way to the huge building with double eaves and nine ridge roofs, he turned a corner and entered a Langfang area.

By the time they passed several Langfangs with sword-wielding guards, the new emperor's voice could already be heard reciting.

Emperor Jing's funeral didn't take long, the new emperor recited a sad Fu, and two guards were fighting swords more than [-] meters away from the new emperor, fighting lively with one attack and one defense.

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

"Dong Aiqing, are you here to complain to me?"

Looking at Dong Zhongshu who was being carried by Zhang Xuezhou, the new emperor felt a little embarrassed, but also a little helpless.

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

This is a bit different from what he imagined, but Xindi has to bear it.

He also had to comfort Dong Zhongshu a few words.

If we want to borrow the power of Confucianism, some people's interests will inevitably be damaged.

"I have seen your evaluation of the Shu County Academy, and I think it is very good. I am thinking about setting up a Taixue in Chang'an City as an academy." The new emperor thought about it and compensated: "I hope that Dr. Teaching students who come to study from all over the country!"

"Your Majesty, I..." Dong Zhongshu coughed a few times, then got down from Zhang Xuezhou, covered his face and said thanks: "I am willing to devote myself to the imperial court and die!"

"Get up quickly!"

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

As soon as the two hands touched, Xindi felt Dong Zhongshu's terrible body.

This made him frown slightly.

He can't care about the internal disputes of Confucianism, but Shen Peigong's attack is obviously not serious, which almost beats Dong Zhongshu to the point where he can't take care of himself, and it also causes major hidden dangers to Dong Zhongshu's body.

Feeling Dong Zhongshu's broken body, the new emperor felt that Dong Zhongshu's strength was not enough.

Dong Zhongshu under this kind of trauma is almost equivalent to a disabled person.

For no reason, he felt a little disgust towards Shen Peigong.

Dong Zhongshu was the one who had been named by Emperor Jing, and the new emperor would obviously reuse him, but Shen Peigong made Dong Zhongshu how to use him after he got Dong Zhongshu to this end.

"Your Majesty, my body needs a period of meditation and recuperation. I am here to ask Your Majesty for leave. I only hope that I will return to serve Your Majesty as soon as possible," Dong Zhongshu said.

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

Dong Zhongshu didn't file a complaint, and the new emperor didn't want to hear Dong Zhongshu's complaint, but the two sides made things clear.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that Shen Peigong was unlucky.

Regardless of how etiquette and rules Shen Peigong does, having Dong Zhongshu, who is seriously ill, is almost the same as bumping into a pottery.

As long as Dong Zhongshu is forced to fight a battle, Dong Zhongshu's serious problems will be revealed.

Shen Peigong may think that Dong Zhongshu's name is too good to be true, and his strength does not match his reputation, while the new emperor may think that Shen Peigong's strikes are too harsh, and the strikes are so heavy that Dong Zhongshu's body is almost scrapped.

This is the courtier named by Emperor Jing, and even his emperor's uncle deduced that there may be a big involvement, and it also involves possible chance.

Correspondingly, the new emperor was really displeased with Shen Peigong's behavior.

"This minister is seriously ill and wants to go outside to cultivate for several years, read a book every day, sort out some cultivation techniques, and then return to Chang'an City to serve His Majesty," Dong Zhongshu said sincerely.

"Reading? What book?" The new emperor asked with a frown after thinking about it.

"If Your Majesty allows, I would like to use these years of mediocrity in exchange for a chance to enter the secret pavilion to read books, and choose some Huanglao's health-preserving techniques and legalist techniques to take a look," Dong Zhongshu pleaded.

"Why do you look at Huang Lao's health preservation techniques and legalist techniques?" the new emperor asked casually.

"I am suffering from intractable illnesses, and hoped to be cured by Huang Lao's health-preserving technique, but I was a little dissatisfied in my heart. I always thought that after my body recovered, I would defeat Shen Pei one day, so I wanted to delve into the laws of Legalism. The technique" Dong Zhongshu said.

"Your thoughts are direct!"

Dong Zhongshu almost didn't write "I want revenge" on his face.

The new emperor did not stop Dong Zhongshu either.

He uses Confucianism to restrain many people in the court, but if Confucianism is to become big, he really needs someone to restrain the Confucian school.

Dong Zhongshu is undoubtedly a person who is more suitable to disturb the Confucian school, and he is also a person who is more at ease.

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