Chapter 2226 The Decline of the Imperial College

If Emperor Taizu Gao has some peasant temperament, he will start to believe you and take it seriously. When I don't believe you, it's pure disgust, and I want to kill him quickly.

This is the distinction between love and hate!

Moreover, it is an emperor-level distinction between love and hate, which few people can bear.

Zhu Di also has a clear distinction between love and hate, and he trusts his own vision, so under his command, most of the civil and military personnel met a good death.

When it came to Zhu Zhanji, the officials began to feel that the emperor was a bit immature. Even if he had some helpers, he still could not stabilize the situation and had to rely on the officials.

But today Zhu Zhanji gave the ministers a slap in the face.

I don't have to rely on you. I can do things without you, and I can do big things!

Fang Xing left the imperial city and stood outside the gate. Yu Qian also came out later.

"Are you at a loss?"

"Yes, this is Xiaguan's first time going out as an official."

"Then go home and tidy up. You don't need to set off with Uncle Ben. You can just go overland quickly. I hope you won't be late."

Fang Xing was not prepared to take Yu Qian with him as that would be seen as a clique and would not bring any benefit to this trip to the south.

Ying Tianfu's promotion of officials is exactly opposite to Yu Qian's desire to take charge of the government. However, if he cannot understand the profound meaning of this appointment, then he will probably disappear from the emperor's notebook in the future.

When they returned home, Mr. Dong and his son and daughter were still surprised, so Yu Qian made arrangements: "Pack it up, our family is ready to move."

"move place?"

Dong was puzzled, and then turned pale.

When an official moves, there is only one explanation, that is, he leaves office.

But where to go next?

"Let's go to Jinling and work as an official for my husband."

"ah!"

Mrs. Dong was a little confused, but they had a deep love for each other. As the two children cheered, she began to look forward to the life of her family in Jinling.

…

"My husband is just sitting there. There will be some turmoil in the north during this period, and the capital will probably be uneasy. Our family will not interfere, and family members can do whatever they want. There is no need to be taboo. If someone comes to the door, it is still That sentence, type it out!”

Fang Xing turned his back and looked at Wuyou and Zhuzhu playing with two big dogs in the yard. After saying that, he heard no movement behind him, so he turned around and saw that his wife and concubines were all in a daze.

Zhang Shuhui slapped Xiaobai in the face and shouted: "Go and pack your clothes and medicine for the road. There is nothing left to pack for you."

In recent years, Fang Xing has left home less and less often, and the time has become shorter and shorter.

We will go to Jinling for at least half a year, and it will be next year when we meet again. Both Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai are a little reluctant to leave.

"It's a place of suppression, but the north is more dangerous."

Fang Xing could only give a pale explanation, but did not say that he went to the south to fight alone.

…

"What? A thorough inventory of the North's contributions?"

In the Imperial College, when the news came in, it immediately exploded.

This is the largest institution of higher learning in the Ming Dynasty. According to Zhu Yuanzhang's plan, this is the cradle of officials in the Ming Dynasty.

But now the cradle is shaking a bit, and it's about to tip over.

The path leads to a quiet place. In the past, students liked to sit under the tree, lean on the trunk, and hold a book in their hands. Accompanied by the fragrance of ink and the knowledge, they could forget the time.

But now there are no students under the tree, and pairs of angry shoes are stepping on the path, swarming together.

"Why?"

In the open space, a student who was probably Juren was holding a book in his hand and said angrily: "That's for student aid! Without those fields, how can we have time to study? Do we have to beg for food to make a living?"

"Yes! I heard that many people were arrested during the cleanup in Shandong. They dared to be angry but dare not speak out!"

"what to do?"

Looking down from a high altitude, students from the entire Imperial College were gathering together, like ants, countless in number.

The professors and officials of the Imperial College were a little slow to respond because they were also victims.

Directly or indirectly!

And something big happened in this half-shot,

A student shouted, and then dozens of people gathered and headed towards the gate.

When the officials found out, they immediately felt regretful. Then they stopped being polite, picked up their robes, and started running wildly, preparing to intercept the students.

By the time they felt that their legs no longer belonged to them, those students had already rushed out of the door.

"return!"

A professor shouted desperately that if these students cause trouble, the emperor, who currently has no good impression of the Imperial College, will not show mercy and may take the opportunity to completely rectify the Imperial College.

But those students stopped outside the gate. Hope surged in the hearts of the officials, and they stumbled over. They saw a man standing in front of the students, holding the long knife at his waist with one hand, and his eyebrows were solemn.

"I am the commander of the Jinyi Guards, Commander Shenyang...what's your problem?"

Shen Yang stood with his legs spread and asked calmly.

Under the sun, he remembered what Fang Xingren had told him earlier.

——Those students in the Imperial College are idiots with their heads full of water. They are impulsive and lack strategy, and they will definitely cause trouble. No need to suppress, just admonish.

Today's Imperial College is no longer as important as before, so just suppressing it is a credit.

So he just appears here alone.

"There is a traitor..."

One student yelled halfway, then shrank back.

That’s Shenyang!

Although Jin Yiwei seems to be in decline, the evil reputation he has accumulated is terrifying.

Those students were silent. The few guys with red faces and surging blood wanted to speak, but Shen Yang glanced at them and suppressed all the words.

"What's the fuss about?"

Shen Yang saw those officials. His eyes did not stop and he ignored them and said: "Those from poor families will naturally be helped, but the fields are not good. If you start with this, you will not be able to finish. Which of you is from a poor family?"

Shen Yang took a step forward and said: "The teachers and students of the Imperial College do not understand or agree with the important events of the country, but why?"

His eyes turned, seemingly sinister, but he was observing the expressions and reactions of these students.

The enthusiastic students thought about their family circumstances, and then hid away with guilty conscience.

Disappointment flashed across Shen Yang's eyes, and then he took a step closer and shouted: "Go back to class, or you will take them all and be sent to prison!"

With a flick of the brush, those students turned around and ran away, as if there was a savage beast chasing behind them.

Shen Yang watched them rush into the door, watched them almost hit the officials and professors who were still breathing, then nodded slightly, turned and left.

The Imperial College was just an interlude. No matter how loud the noise was, it could not shake or affect Zhu Zhanji's determination.

"The Imperial College does not need to pay too much attention. It should focus on those powerful people, and whoever contributes more should keep an eye on them."

Zhu Zhanji stood on the steps of Qianqing Palace and said calmly: "Also pay attention to the vassal king. Why do I not allow the King of Han to go to sea for the time being? In their eyes, overseas is a barbaric land. If they are driven away by force, it will be unethical and may even cause harm. Someone took the risk..."

An Lun stood below him. After hearing this, An Lun expressed his position: "Your Majesty, do you want Dongchang to keep an eye on them? I promise..."

Zhu Zhanji shook his head and said: "The first is the powerful, then the gentry, and finally the vassal king. Step by step, people have nowhere to retreat. This is the art of war."

"Go ahead and keep an eye on those powerful people. I want to see if they dare to go against the current!"

After An Lun left, Zhu Zhanji asked, "Have the Vermilion Bird Guard, Xuanwu Guard, and Shenji Camp been informed?"

"Your Majesty has been informed."

"Is there anyone who is doing this in a positive and negative way?"

The sun was high in the sky, blazing, like a big furnace.

"No Your Majesty."

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