In the imperial study room of the West Garden, rare stationery is displayed. The bookcase of red sandalwood sits north and faces south. The main color of bright yellow highlights the royal status.

Outside the window, the cold wind was gently tapping on the glass window.

The Son of Yongzhi drank nourishing ginseng and red date tea, sat on the dragon chair, looked at He Shuo, who slowly stood up after kneeling in the room, and sighed: "He Qing, have you ever resented me in your heart? ”

The resignation of university scholar He Shuo was a long time expected. Therefore, the Son of Heaven has this question.

He Shuo was dressed in the scarlet robe of a first-class official, an old man in his sixties, tall, with his head bowed, and said, "The minister doesn't dare." The ministers assisted the holy monarch in governing the government for nearly ten years. Jun En is immense. was able to take charge of the center for two years, and he was a very popular minister, and there was nothing wrong with his performance. No complaints! ”

Loyal Ministers! These two words floated in the heart of the Son of Yongzhi. It's a pity that he can't keep He Shuo. The ostensible reason was that He Shuo opposed him to make Yanyan the queen. led the ministers to resign and coerced the king, which made him extremely unhappy.

But the deeper reason is because He Shuo is promoting civil politics. And this political model limits the imperial power. This is something he cannot tolerate. What is it like to be the emperor of the Ming Dynasty?

Therefore, at that time, the whole dynasty was full of He Shuo's party members, and he decided to depose his prime minister. The world is the world of the Ning family, the world of the non-scholar doctor. He relied on civilian officials to govern the country, but he never allowed civilian officials to encroach on imperial power.

Yongzhi Tianzi said: "Qing Zhicai, I know it very well. After returning to his hometown, take care. For major national events, I have a lot of questions and strategies. You and I may not see each other in the future. ”

The Son of Heaven was emotional, and He Shuo's mood was also a little agitated, and he said: "When the minister is leaving, there is something to play." ”

Yongzhi Tianzi smiled, put down the official kiln tea bowl in his hand, and said, "He Qing is not exempt from vulgarity!" Pity the hearts of parents all over the world. Don't worry, your eldest son, I will be transferred to the Western Regions for training. The newly acquired land is in ruins, and it is easy to make political achievements. In seven or eight years, I can return to the court to assist me. ”

This is the high position of the temple of Xu Yi.

The Son of Yongzhi is extremely gracious to Scholar He. However, it makes sense. He Shuo had already proven his loyalty in the rebellion of the former prince. Even though the Son of Yongzhi wants to depose him, it is natural to be gracious to his heirs.

He Shuo smiled bitterly in his heart, hesitated for a while, and still advised: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." His Majesty is wise and martial, civil and martial arts, and has stepped forward to the previous dynasty. However, it is clear to listen to both. With people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses. It is the blessing of His Majesty that the state has ministers. The minister recommended Zhang Anbo, the secretary of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, as the imperial history of the left capital. ”

He sensed that the Son of Heaven was becoming more and more rigid and self-serving, and he was enjoying his own blessings. This is by no means a good thing for the government. The wisdom of one person, how to govern the world. Mingjun should be admonished. Therefore, he recommended his friend Zhang Anbo to enter the court as the imperial history of the left capital, take charge of the road, picket hundreds of officials, and lead the atmosphere.

Yongzhi Tianzi was slightly embarrassed. He thought that before He Shuo left, he would ask for an official for his children. It's human nature. I didn't expect He Shuo to recommend ministers: Zhang Anbo, a famous Confucian in the world. But, he didn't like this person very much.

Yongzhi Tianzi's eyes flashed, and then he looked at He Shuo, who maintained a bowing posture, and couldn't help but think of He Shuo's various strengths when he was in power, sighed, and said: "He Qing, if you can change your temper, why is it like this?" You and I get along with each other, it must be a good story for the ages. ”

He Shuo smiled bitterly. He has never been Xie Xuan's kind of Zaifu who blindly flatters the king.

Yongzhi Tianzi said: "You go." I'm tired. ”

Three days later, the edict of the Son of Heaven went to the military aircraft. Subsequently, the holy decree was issued: He Shuo, a scholar of the Extreme Temple, was promoted to an intermediate temple scholar; Song Pu, the secretary of the ministry, was a scholar of Dongge University, and entered the direct military aircraft department and pre-aircraft service; moved to the left capital of Yushi Yin Peng as the secretary of the ministry; Zhang Anbo, the secretary of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites, was promoted to the imperial history of the left capital.

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The Son of Heaven finally listened to the advice of the scholar He Shuo before leaving. The holy decree was issued, stirring up huge storms in the capital, shaking inside and outside.

Who would have expected that Zhang Anbo, who has been in Nanjing for many years and is in charge of Nanjing Guozijian, will come back?

And for Bai Zhang, the secretary of the criminal department, it turned out to be Yin Peng, the secretary of the ministry, how could this not make him angry? Song Pu, the secretary of the ministry, got what he wanted, entered the Dongge University Scholar, and became Zaifu, and for a while, the crowd at the door was like a tide.

And the Zhishi chapter of Scholar He is still going through the process. He Shuo went to the book, and the Son of Heaven comforted. Twelve times back and forth, the Son of Yongzhi agreed to He Shuo Zhishi: on the title of scholar of the Middle Pole Palace, add the Taishi, seal the three dukes, and be a great minister.

Historically, the Three Dukes have been posthumously sealed for dead ministers. The three princes who are alive are extremely rare. The Ming Dynasty and the National Dynasty were only a few people. He Dashi was awarded the title of Taishi, which shows the importance that the Son of Heaven attaches to him. (Grandmaster Fang's Taibao, which has not been sealed at this time)

The edict said: He Shuo, a scholar of the Middle Pole Temple, is upright in nature, has a good attitude, is a cabinet minister, and has a lot of money. There is no praise for his past work, and he has the title of teacher, and he has entered the Guanglu doctor.

History of Zhou-He Shuo's Biography: He Gong is generous and tolerant, loyal and upright, and knows the country but does not know the body. The prince rebelled, and He Gong had the merit of fixing the crown. The minister of the society is also! In the two years he has been in power, he has had many good governance and put things in order. The great prime minister is talented, and his virtue is not ashamed!

The notes of the contemporaries recorded: I am a virtuous and virtuous leader, and He Gong is the first. It is a pity that his reign was short-lived. It's a pity, it's a pity.

The evaluation received by Scholar He is completely different from that of Xie Xuan, a former scholar of the Central Pole Temple, who has been in power for nearly ten years. As the saying goes, history is clear! Fairness, justice, and freedom in the hearts of the people.

Everyone's interpretation of history is different. But, who is right? Whose point of view will be recognized by time? Only the people!

Some people carve their names into stone and want to be immortal; His name predates the rotten corpse. Some people, if they live, others can't live, and their fate can be seen. Some people, he lives for the better life of the majority. He will be immortal.

Because, heaven and earth have righteousness, and they will last forever.

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On the second day of December, Jia Huan went to He Mansion to help and bid farewell to Scholar He. The He Mansion in the small Yongfang is quite deserted. Things, luggage have been almost packed.

He Ergongzi, who was the director of the Ministry of Works, gradually commanded the domestic servants and carried the luggage, full of unwillingness. He was originally the son of Zaifu, and now he is the son of the former Zaifu. He was going to resign and return to his hometown with his father. But he was reprimanded by his father.

He Shuo and Jia Huan chatted in the study. The bookcases and bookshelves in the study are empty. Jia Huan was also presented with several books by Scholar Ho.

He Shuo was dressed in a gray robe, a fluttering scarf, and cloud-toed shoes. Relaxed and free-spirited. With his hands on his back, he looked at the grass and trees in the courtyard, looking back on his career in the palace, and suddenly asked out loud: "Ziyu, what do you think of the imperial court system like the former Zhou (Song) and the former Ming Dynasty?" ”

In these two dynasties, the civil and official political system was mature, and the Son of Heaven ruled the world together with scholars. Everyone in the world thinks that Fei Minzheng is his chosen successor. However, in his heart, he actually wants Jia Huan to realize his political ideals.

It's not to blame the outside world for guessing. In fact, there is no successor who will rush to the front line to fight. Like during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, Xu Jie and Yan Song fought, and the students of the core team were all on it, but Xu Jie never let Zhang Juzheng go into battle. And Xu Jie finally proved his vision.

He didn't, he didn't want to protect Jia Huan, but Jia Huan was too eye-catching and too capable of tossing.

Jia Huan had already thought about these problems and said: "He Xiang, the Ming Dynasty is better than the former Zhou (Song). ”

He Shuo smiled slightly. Jia Huan agrees with his political philosophy.

At this time, the old servant outside came to report, "Master, you can go." He Shuo nodded, walked out of the Yongfang Hour, and took the carriage out of Xuanwumen. I registered at the hall of the military department in the south of the city, took the chariot and horse, and went to the south of the city and left the Beijing Division.

The people who saw them off were waiting in the long pavilion ten miles south of the city.

Jia Huan rode a horse and followed He Yijian to the front of the team, performing the disciple salute. In my heart, I thought.

Limiting the power of the emperor is an inevitable trend in history. The capitalists are unwilling to hand over their lives to the emperor and make a decision. Rather, it is necessary to use the constitution to limit the imperial power. He was equally reluctant. However, in the future, what system to adopt depends on the actual situation. Of course, the basic situation is that the Son of Heaven ruled with a bow.

The country is vast, the region, and the development situation are all different. Many people take it for granted that a constitutional monarchy is the best. In fact, this is still a kind of worship of Western civilization. Belong, I've been kneeling for too long and can't stand up.

All the political systems of modern times, ancient Greece and Rome, have all been implemented once. It doesn't matter at all that advanced or backward. To be precise, it's just for the West. There is no best system, only the most suitable system.

And how can the situation in the West be applied to us? China's 5,000-year-old civilization is splendid and brilliant. How much wisdom is there in governing the country? We need to have faith in our system. Whether the shoes fit or not, you will know when you wear them.

If you want to take it, you can't kneel and lick. For example, the air in the United States is sweet. When we regain the glory of the Han and Tang Dynasties, we will become the center of the world again. At that time, ours was the best.

In the case of the Zhou Dynasty, it was absolutely impossible to limit the imperial power with a so-called constitution. When the time comes, there will not even be bones left of the dead. Dynasties have always been ruled by man. To limit the imperial power, we can only rely on strength (military power) and checks and balances.

Jia Huan rode on his horse, squinting his eyes and looking at the sun in the sky. The road is long, I will go up and down and seek.

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On the second day of December, it is very sunny. At about 10 o'clock in the morning, when the motorcade of He Shuo, Jia Huan, and He Yijian arrived at the 10-mile Changting in the south of the city, there were already more than 200 officials waiting here. The leader is Wei Hong, a scholar of Wuyingdian University, and Song Pu, a scholar of Dongge University.

The six departments and nine kings in the capital are all here. As long as it is not rectified, the ministers who are qualified enough will come to see them off. There are also close old friends, friends, and protégés. Full flood.

He Shuo added the title of Taishi, and the emperor's grace was mighty. Plus everyone is leaving. At this time, everyone is willing to come to the scene and give some face. After all, He Shuo's character really didn't say. For example, political opponents and scholars of Song University came.

Xing You, the new commander of the Jinyi Guard, took several Jinyi Guard captains and came over with Xu Yan, the chief eunuch: the Son of Heaven gave him imperial wine to see him off. Among the lieutenants of Jinyi Guard, there is Jia Huan's old acquaintance: Zhang Zongqi and Zhang Yuan. Now, I want to call Zhang Qianhu.

In the pavilion, the servants held food boxes. Wine and food. He Yichuan, Jia Huan, and Hanlin attendant Fei Minzheng followed He Shuo into the pavilion.

Wei Hong stepped forward, toasted He Shuo, and said, "Master He returned to his hometown in the south today, and we will send him off." I wish the Master a smooth journey. Please! In fact, most of the people present today, regardless of their political views, basically agree with He Shuo's concept of civil and official politics.

He Shuo drank with a smile

Song Pu stepped forward to toast again. Then Yin Peng, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, Zhao Heling, the secretary of the Ministry of Households, Fang Wang, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Bai Zhang, the secretary of the Criminal Department, Meng He, the secretary of the Ministry of War, and Jia Zheng, the envoy of the General Administration, stepped forward to toast. The three positions of the Ministry of Works, Dali Temple, and Zuodu Yushi are not in the capital for the time being.

He Shuo drank them one by one, arched his hand, and said, "The state affairs will be entrusted to the monarchs." With that, he walked out of the pavilion. Hundreds of officials are watching, and the atmosphere is gloomy.

After taking two steps, He Shuo stopped and said with a smile: "Ziyu is a poet of the national dynasty, but there are poems to see off the old man?" ”

Literati and scholars, nothing more than that. The eyes of the officials all fell on Jia Huan.

Jia Huan had already prepared, bowed down, and said, "In the morning, at He Xiang's house, I saw a few branches of Hanmei. cut into four sentences, why do you see each other off. Withstand the snow and frost in the world, and the flowers are fragrant first. The breeze has its own fairy bones, and it is better to go to the jade hall than to be cold and beautiful. ”

"Good!"

As soon as Jia Huan's words fell, there was a cheer inside and outside the pavilion. Mei Lan Ju Zhu, and called the four gentlemen. It has always been loved by literati. The Analects of the Sages talk about gentlemen and villains everywhere, and the scholars are happy to be gentlemen. With Mei as a metaphor for people, it is said that the character is noble, not afraid of wind and frost, and insists on pursuing. It's very apt. If Taishi He is willing to support Empress Yang, why is this?

Jia Zheng, who was standing on the steps of the pavilion, suddenly let out a long breath in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face. He was worried that Jia Huan would say again: "Poor Yu Xin is so talented, Guan Longxiang's heart is unbearable", and then he was arrested by Jinyiwei.

He Shuo stroked his palms and smiled, "Ziyu, good poetry." When the float is white, bring the wine. Fei Zhuangyuan stepped forward to pour wine, He Shuo took a sip, put the wine glass on the tray, laughed, and groaned, "Qingfeng has its own fairy bones, and it is better to go to Yutang in a cold and beautiful way." Out of the long pavilion, sat in the carriage, two carriages, slowly along the official road.

The sun is almost eleven o'clock, sprinkled on the long pavilion and the ancient road.

Watching He Taishi's carriage go away, Fei Zhuangyuan's heart fluctuated. What is the point of being an official in life, and what else is there to say?

This scene, in the notes of the contemporaries, will be remembered heavily. He Taishi, it seems that when he was in college, the Jiuqing said that he would entrust the monarch with state affairs, but in the end, he drank a glass of wine for Jia Huan alone, which has far-reaching implications!

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Jia Huan's new poems spread throughout the capital within three or five days, and they were sung in the mansions of the teachers and nobles.

He Shuo's departure marks the end of an era. The political situation in Beijing has changed, as it is: rocks piercing the air, and waves crashing on the shore. And the country is picturesque, how many heroes at one time.

On December 10, Jia Huan once again saw off his friend Xiao Mengzhen, the former editor-in-chief of Pravda and Shujishi, in the south of the city. His crime was convicted, and he was degraded to a post station in the southwest. Xiao Mengzhen resigned and prepared to return to his hometown: Huguang Huangzhou Mansion.

Jia Huan, Luo Hua, Liu Guoshan, Liu Yichen, Fan Xijue, Tang Daobin, and Fei Minzheng came all the way out of the Pravda newspaper office in Zhengyangmen to the long pavilion ten miles south of the city. Farewell to the long pavilion. This has been the case since ancient times.

All the students of Wendao Academy have returned to Wendao Academy. In Beijing, Liu Guoshan and Liu Yichen, who had worked in Pravda, came to see each other off with Jia Huan. Luo Hua is Xiao Mengzhen's friend.

and Fan Xijue and Tang Daobin of Jia Huan's first department, who were also familiar with Xiao Mengzhen that day, and the two of them came to send them. Fei Min's political fee champion was sent in the same year as Bingchenke. The number of people is different, but not so desolate as to be doubly desolate.

The remnant sun is like blood.

The servants of Jiafu displayed the wine and food on the stone table, Xiao Mengzhen was still fat, drank with all his friends one by one, and said with a smile: "Ziyu, the Yongmei you gave to He Taishi has spread all over Beijing, I don't know what poems to send me?" So that I have a chance to make a name in history. ”

In the ancient pavilion where he said this, there was a burst of laughter.

Liu Guoshan said with a smile: "When Ziyu said goodbye to the mountain chief, there was a poem, which can be described as appropriate." Can be gifted to Kaizhi. Said, sang: "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze is full of willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain." The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintances are half scattered, a pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

Fei Zhuangyuan dropped his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Good words." "Half of my acquaintances are scattered! He was a gentleman. The gentleman is frank. He Taishi values him and Jia Huan. Who can inherit the political legacy of He Taishi? He prefers to be a gentleman's dispute. At this time, praise is not spared.

Xiao Mengzhen waved his hand and said with a smile: "This is not good. I want new words. ”

While a few people were talking, several horses on the official road galloped over. Headed by Han Jin, Han Xiucai, the mastermind of the King of Chu. Followed by the two generals of Hum Ha: Luo and Tong Xiucai.

Han Jin turned over and dismounted and walked into the small pavilion. The servant who followed him came in with a food box. Han Jin bowed to everyone, and then said to Xiao Mengzhen, who was sitting: "Open it, fortunately, I will be late in the future." I'm here to see you off. ”

I don't know why, the atmosphere in the pavilion is faintly repulsive. Xiao Mengzhen sat still, which showed his opinion on Han Jin in his heart. On the same day, the two took a boat together and came to Beijing from Huguang and intersected with each other.

Han Jin ate a glass of wine, said a few words, and left.

Looking at the galloping horses, rolling up dust on the official road, Tang Daobin, the head of the household department, was thirty-nine years old, and shook his head, "What a villain!" Compared with Zhou Yusheng. ”

Fan Xijue persuaded: "Yuan Zheng, be cautious." He is the mastermind of the king of Chu. In the future, this court will be in the court—" he didn't say much. It is foreseeable that the Chu Wang Party is about to become powerful. It is already a white-hot stage to win the heir.

If the king of Chu had such an advantage, he would not have been able to get the position of crown prince. In the future, when King Jin rebuilds the team, don't even think about it.

Fei Minzheng said in a deep voice: "The young and the old are orderly, how can they mess around?" Above the court, no matter what, evil does not prevail over good. ”

atmosphere, slightly awkward. Fei Zhuangyuan, the righteousness is too much. Next, it must be one foot high and one foot high.

Jia Huanyuan, changed the topic, and said, "Kaizhi, I wrote a new poem for you yesterday." Record it for you. As he spoke, he stepped forward with Qian Huai and sent pen and ink. Jia Huan hung his wrist and carried a pen, and walked the dragon and snake on the stone table.

The crowd watched.

"Linjiang Immortal - Send the brother back to Huangzhou: Zhongding mountains and forests are all dreams, and the world is spoiled and humiliated. Only spend your life in leisure: the wine glass sucks the dew in autumn, and the poems cut the ice at night.

Remember the truth on stormy nights, and the newspaper office is full of lights. Ask who is thousands of miles with you, Xiaoshan's eyebrows are green, and the autumn water is as bright as a mirror. ”

Zhong Ding refers to wealth, and mountains and forests refer to seclusion in the countryside. Whether it is the official life of brocade clothes and jade food, or the seclusion life of the mountains and forests, if you want to open it, it is actually just a dream of nothingness. These gains and losses in the world, honor and disgrace, don't be frightened, don't care...

Remember the storm of Pravda, the night? Now that you are going to travel far away, ask who will accompany you for a thousand miles? Great views all the way. The mountains are like eyebrows, and the autumn water is a mirror.

"Good words." As soon as I made friends, I applauded. In winter, writing about autumn scenery and writing about such beauty is imagination and blessing. If you write about a gloomy winter, it will be doubly sad. It is not as clear as the "autumn water mirror".

Xiao Mengzhen put away the manuscript, got up and saluted Jia Huan, "Thank you Ziyu." He will leave his name in history, and he should use this word. He also gave his hand to all his friends, "Thousands of miles away, there will be a farewell, and I will say goodbye to my brother and so on." ”

As he spoke, tears couldn't help but roll down. Turned around, got off the long pavilion, sat in the carriage waiting outside the pavilion, and slowly left in the sunset.

Since ancient times, it has been a bitter parting. Everyone watched, and all kinds of emotions in their hearts were different.

Jia Huan pursed his lips gently. No matter how well the farewell poem is written. After all, it's a farewell. It's a pity for Fat Xiao.

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Cold. The land of Hebei has become ice in the wax moon. In the early morning, a group of dozens of people, waving the guard of honor, flags, carriages, and horse teams on the official road, marched towards the capital.

In the post station outside Cangzhou City, the post keepers know that this is the honor guard of Huamo, a scholar of Wenhuadian University. Foreman Minister of Military Aircraft. At the beginning of December, the scholars of Huada had already taken the book to put down the Caogong rebellion in the Hebei and Shandong sections of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

In the carriage, Hua Mo closed his eyes and pondered, his heart fluctuating. He will return to the capital and govern!

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Shanxi.

On the official road, seven or eight carriages were moving slowly. From time to time, you can hear the tired and cheerful voices of the ladies laughing. Shaanxi political envoy Li Kangshi is the new secretary of Dali Temple, and he will arrive in the capital to take up his post after the completion of the delivery in Shaanxi.

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Tongzhou.

A large ship from the south was moored at the dockside. In the afternoon, the waterways of Tongzhou are bustling. Boats gathered. There are many shops. A prosperous scene.

The captain of the ship was busy directing the people to stop the ship and laying the planks to facilitate the disembarkation of the nobles in the boat. In the cabin, a young girl looked out the window and looked back and exclaimed, "Father, it's hard to imagine that there is such a prosperous place in the Northland. ”

The new Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Works, who is in charge of the ministry, Ji Xingsheng, the former prefect of Jinling, smiled and said, "Wan'er, this is at the foot of the Son of Heaven." Of course, it's no worse than Gangnam. "In my heart, I am full of pride. Father, son has arrived in the capital!

His father, Ji Ancheng, used to be an official to Zaifu.

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One scene fell, one scene opened. Busy! And Jia Huan is already at home. This "liveliness" has nothing to do with him. He will start his idle life.

On the ninth day of the first month, don't use the hidden dragon. Ninety-four, or jumping in the abyss, no blame.

The third heavy snow in Beijing fell on the twentieth day of the lunar month. Covered in snow, everything was silent.

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