Li Banghua didn't say anything superfluous, since he couldn't get around this hurdle, since he would have to fight-for-tat sooner or later, it didn't matter whether he said this reminder or not.

Looking at Li Banghua's distant back, Liu Hong's heart was also mixed.

According to their conscience, most of the officials in the DPRK are doing their best, such as Li Banghua, Ni Yuanlu and Fang Yuegong.

They also hope that the Ming Dynasty can become strong, but the problem is that the rigid thinking has long been bound by the Four Books and the Five Classics, and they believe in their bones that only Confucianism can make the country strong, which is not reasonable at all.

Liu Honggradually didn't pay much attention to Li Banghua's warning, reputation is a thing that Confucians regard as life, but it is not so important to him.

Isn't what a scholar can do is to scold people with the pen in his hand? Has he been scolded less?

The world is not the world of scholars, what he wants to do is simply to open up the wisdom of the people, so that the people have the basic ability to distinguish between right and wrong, this is the power of education.

Let the people not except for a few acres of land at home, they can't read big words, their eyes are black, what the officials say is what they are, and the people who read who are traitors will believe it.

Qianqiu's merits and crimes, he has to wait for future generations to judge, this is not what he wants.

Reform always has to be sacrificed, Liu Hong gradually muttered, and turned back to the house.

In the next few days, Liu Hongjian still did not go to the court, but the news in the court reached his ears word for word through Jin Yiwei.

Because Zhu Cihong did not summon the officials who advised him to withdraw his will, the courtiers could only see the emperor in the early dynasty, so that as long as Zhu Cihong went to the early court, the officials could not kneel.

There is only one purpose, to force Zhu Cihong to retract his will and dispel the idea of reforming the imperial examination.

In addition to the six ministries still dealing with the government affairs of various places as if they were dealing with errands, Dali Temple, Inspectorate, Taichang Temple, Guanglu Temple, Honglu Temple and other institutions have been in a semi-paralyzed state.

This is an unprecedented struggle, even the momentum of the Wanli Dynasty's party struggle is not so serious, led by the cabinet, the six departments wave the flag, the three law divisions shout, and the shrimp soldiers and crabs will echo it.

Threatening that as long as the emperor is unwilling to compromise, they will fight to the end, and passive sabotage is one of the tricks they have negotiated.

Among them, the people who carried the banner were the scholars of Wenyuan Pavilion, Fang Yuegong, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, and Shi Bangzhao, the left capital of the Inspectorate.

At first, Zhu Cihong held on for a few days, but as time passed, the news gradually spread to Shuntianfu, Beizhili, Henan, Shandong and even farther away, and Zhu Cihong couldn't sit still.

With the cabinet as the vanguard, and the Beijing officials as an example, all localities undertook to announce the political envoys, the prefects of each prefecture, and the county orders of each county to follow suit, and they all began to write and write a song to oppose the imperial examination reform.

And I write it every day, and I don't do anything except write it.

Zhu Cihong received five large boxes within three days, after all, he was only eighteen years old, and he had just ascended the throne for half a year.

"Emperor, it's time for you to eat." The eunuch Wang Erxi reminded in a low voice.

Recently, in an extraordinary period, in order to control the movements of the courtiers in real time, Zhu Cihong ordered the governor of Dongchang to pay close attention to officials from all over the country, so that Panghai was busy in the yamen of Dongchang.

On the contrary, Wang Erxi, an honest man who has never fought for power, is idle, and Zhu Cihong has not eaten much for three days in a row, which makes Wang Erxi sad.

"I'm angry and these ministers are full, where do you still have the appetite to eat, let's withdraw!" Zhu Cihong threw the song in his hand to the ground and said angrily.

"Emperor, you haven't eaten much for three days, how can your dragon body stand it like this, His Royal Highness the King of Anguo County once said that the body is the capital of the revolution.

You...... You better eat some, even if you don't eat, at least eat some fruits and vegetables, the slave begs the emperor! Wang Erxi pleaded.

For this emperor who is several years younger than himself, Wang Erxi does not dare to say anything at all, and the respect and humility of etiquette and religion are also repeated by the study in the inner court, and compared with the first emperor, Wang Erxi feels that the emperor is more kind.

As the eunuch of the palm seal of the celebrant eunuch, he naturally didn't want Zhu Cihong to have physical problems, if this was the case, he was also responsible.

"Oh? What else did King Anguo say? Zhu Cihong asked.

For Liu Hongchuan, the king of Anguo County, Zhu Cihong is also very unhappy now, the will is that he Zhu Cihong is good, but the idea is gradually come out of you Liu Hong.

Why did he let him carry this pot in the end, but his brother Liu was lying in the Xishan villa and was free, Zhu Cihong was very depressed every time he thought of this.

A few days ago, when he was lecturing in the martial arts hall, Liu Hongjian said that he asked him to come to Zhang Luo in order to exercise his ability to deal with politics, and also said that if this matter is done, he will be a Ming Jun who has made a thousand achievements.

At first, Zhu Cihong really believed it, after all, Liu Hongji's acting skills have always been not bad, and Uncle Chongzhen has tried many times.

But now Zhu Cihong feels that this pot is black and heavy, and he is going to be crushed, if Zhu Cihong knows Liu Hongji's thoughts, he is afraid that he will smash the Yishan crown on his head on Liu Hongchuan's face, and then shout:

I believe you are a ghost, Brother Liu is very bad!

I haven't been in touch with Liu Hongjian for several days, and Zhu Cihong was bored when he heard Wang Erxi talk about the king of Anguo County, and he became interested.

He ...... He also said that people ...... People are iron, rice is steel, if you don't eat a meal and get hungry, the more your opponent wants you to eat and sleep, the more you have to eat, the more you have to sleep, otherwise you will lose. Wang Erxi thought that Zhu Cihong blamed him, and he was very careful when he spoke.

"People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and ......panic," Zhu Cihong repeated in a low voice.

Wang Erxi lay on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head, and he didn't dare to stand up without Zhu Cihong's order.

"Brother Liu is right, I can't fulfill their wishes, I'm hungry, I want to eat!" Zhu Cihong slapped the table and said loudly.

"Emperor Shengming, the slave maid will let the Shangshan Supervisor make some fresh ones and send them over." Wang Erxi was frightened by Zhu Cihong, and when he heard that Zhu Cihong was finally willing to eat, his face was immediately happy.

The food on the table was almost cold because it had been left for too long, Wang Erxi said respectfully.

"No, I'm hungry and can't wait." After speaking, Zhu Cihong got up, cleaned his hands in the basin that had been prepared in the hall, and sat at the table to start.

After a while, Zhu Cihong got rid of a serious illness, plus a bowl of ginseng soup, and filled himself with a cup of special medicinal wine after finishing the event.

Wang Erxihou watched Zhu Cihong eat sweetly on the side, and his heart was also happy.

Zhu Cihong was drinking medicine and wine while thinking about how to solve the current problem, he was not a tyrant, and he had never relied on violence to solve the problem in the six months since he ascended the throne, so that he was helpless against the courtiers.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhu Cihong didn't come up with a countermeasure, and his brows were indeed twisted into a pimple.

"No, I didn't mention this alone, and I can't let me take care of it alone!" After thinking for a while, Zhu Cihong suddenly woke up like an initiation, and drank the medicinal wine in his hand in one gulp.

"Wang Erxi, take pen and ink!"