The entire east side of Yingtian City started to move.

At least in a certain sense, it is moving.

At the Fujunwei Camp located on the south side of Chongli Street, batches of officers and soldiers poured out like a tide.

They are responsible for the defense of Yingtian City, and the Yingtian Mansion, let alone the Shangyuan County Yamen, has no ability to stop the riot of thousands of people.

The Jinyiwei Yamen located on Baihu Street also had countless Jinyiwei North Town Fusitiqi wearing Feiyu uniforms pouring out.

As long as that flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife appear on Baihu Street, the officials from various departments and yamen who are running around because of the turmoil in front of the Book and Newspaper Bureau can take shelter.

As for the reason why the officials in these yamen were rioting, it was because of the bloodshed. Everyone believed that it would definitely attract the attention of the prince, grandson, and even the emperor.

Some smart people have already thought of some bad things.

"The impact of this incident is very bad."

Located in the Libu Yamen on Qinglong Street, in the tearoom exclusively used by Lord Shangshu, Rujun, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, said with a solemn expression.

He had no interest in the cup of tea in front of him that had just been brewed by Zhan Hui, even though it was new tea brought to the palace from Qiantang in the spring of this year.

Zhan Hui, however, seemed unhurried and leisurely poured himself a cup of tea. He put the tea cup under his nose with great enjoyment, smelled the faint fragrance of tea, and then sipped it gently.

After taking three sips, I put a cup of tea into my mouth and digested it in the temple of the five internal organs.

When Zhan Hui saw that Ru Yu's face had begun to darken.

He took a long breath of tea and said with a smile: "What is Ru Shangshu so anxious about?"

"You know what I am worried about." Ru Yu's face was solemn, as if water could drip from her eyes, and her palms were clasped on the armrests of the chair.

Zhan Hui smiled silently: "Are you worried that because of the commotion in front of the Book and Newspaper Bureau today, they have already started fighting, and some people are injured and some are bleeding, causing turmoil in the court?"

"Primary Evolution"

After finishing speaking, Zhan Hui shook his head silently.

Under Rujun's puzzled gaze, Zhan Hui was still shaking his head.

This appearance of the Riddler made Rujun, a curious person who had worked in the Ministry of War for many years, feel annoyed in her heart.

Zhan Huize seemed to be pinching his head. He saw Ru Yu was about to lift the table, slap her butt and leave before he slowly said: "You are worried about the battle between Ming Neo-Confucianism and Xinxue caused by today's incident."

.This is what you are most worried about. I think this may also be the worry of those outside now."

Ru Yu's buttocks had already been raised. When she heard Zhan Hui express her worries, she couldn't help but snorted and silently glared at the old man opposite.

Zhan Hui said again: "If nothing hurtful happened, this matter would just stop at an intellectual dispute today, but after today, it will be divided into Tao Dao, and it will be a life-and-death fight between you and me.

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The most powerful man in the court in the 25th year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, who was in charge of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and the Metropolitan Procuratorate, spoke silently.

However, Rujun slammed the table and drank the tea soup that she had no interest in.

Then Ru Yu said in a deep voice: "This is a battle of orthodoxy! Once it starts, no one can control it. Even His Majesty, who has no interest in government affairs now, can't stop the fight!"

When it comes to the struggle for orthodoxy, even the old man in charge of the Ministry of War can't help but feel numb in his back.

In the pre-Qin period, hundreds of schools of thought contended, while Han Wu only respected Confucianism.

Gong Yang lost to Lu.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist.

In the early Tang Dynasty, Taoism was respected, and in Wu Zhou Dynasty, Buddhism was worshipped.

Throughout the ages, every battle related to orthodoxy has ended with most people on one side falling in a pool of blood.

The losing party completely loses its orthodoxy and authority.

The victorious party will regain or replace the right to speak in the world.

Rujun sighed deeply: "I have never cared about Neo-Confucianism or Xinxue. I am only worried that if nothing is curbed, today's things will continue to get worse. How will Enke be this year? How will the Northern Expedition be? Is the world still in trouble?

Can it be peaceful? Can it provide our war department with food, grass and weapons to maintain our Ming Dynasty's situation on the border?"

Zhan Hui, who was drinking tea slowly and carefully, couldn't help but be startled when he heard Ru Yu's words. He stopped holding the tea cup and slowly put it down.

He took a deep look at Ru Yu, and then chuckled.

"Originally, I thought you were dissatisfied with your re-education. But I didn't expect that you were worried about the affairs of a yamen of your Ministry of War."

Ru Yu snorted coldly, raised her head and squinted at Zhan Hui: "I have your majesty's trust, and I am in charge of the military affairs. I naturally want to eat your salary and be loyal to you."

Zhan Hui smiled silently, stretched his arms and put them on the back of his neck, and leaned back: "This is quite consistent with the unity of knowledge and action created by Xie Jin."

Ru Yu immediately raised her head and looked at Zhan Hui with twinkling eyes.

Before he could speak, Zhan Hui shook his head and said: "We have already reached the rank of Minister of the Sixth Department of the Ming Dynasty. If we could have been admitted to the Zhongshu Province a few years ago, now that His Majesty has abolished the Zhongshu Province, we are already considered to be extremely powerful people.

Sir, I know that no matter whether it is Neo-Confucianism or Xinxue, it is just a scabbard in the hands of the king."

Ru Yu snorted twice, not knowing whether he agreed with Zhan Hui's evaluation or disagreed. He just said calmly: "I am in charge of the military department with swords and axes."

Zhan Hui immediately smiled knowingly.

"So you have accurately calculated His Majesty's attitude towards this matter?"

Ru Yu immediately shook her head and glanced at Zhan Hui: "This is not what I said."

Zhan Hui glanced at Ru Yu indifferently and said, "Now that this orthodox dispute has been put on the table, how do you think the two sides will continue?"

The topic turned back to today's incident itself.

Ru Yu clapped her hands and followed Zhan Hui's example, leaning back: "I'll fight until I die."

Zhan Hui raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you die?"

"Your Majesty hopes so."

Ru Yu's voice was very calm, but Zhan Hui subconsciously turned his head and glanced out the window.

Seeing that there was no movement outside, he continued: "I deeply believe it."

Ru Yu's face showed concern: "Your Majesty has been ignoring the affairs of the government a few days ago and handed over some affairs to the prince. The prince then took advantage of his leg illness to hand over the affairs of the government to the grandson. At that time, I could not understand it. Even the same

I think His Majesty really has that thought."

Zhan Hui retracted his hands, leaned forward, and acted like he was listening.

Rujun said slowly: "Now it seems that Your Majesty is going to turn the pond of Ming Dynasty. This year's Enke is not the norm. At this time, the orthodoxy dispute in Neo-Confucianism and Psychology comes out. After peeling off the cocoons, I think I am the Ming Dynasty."

In the future, things about Enke, and even scholars all over the world, may have to change."

Zhan Hui's eyes kept shrinking. It wasn't until he listened to Ru Yu's speculation that he realized that he was not the only one who had such thoughts.

"I'm afraid, Zhan Shangshu thinks the same way." Ru Yu said slowly to Zhan Hui, and continued: "I know your Majesty's thoughts. The Ming Dynasty has been twenty-five years, and it is a good thing to change some things.

But the way His Majesty acts so hastily makes me unavoidably worried that what happened here will affect the borders and the peace of the world."

Zhan Hui sighed: "Xie Jin is a talented man, but I never thought that he would have such great ambitions. Do you actually want to be a saint of mind learning in the Ming Dynasty? Your Majesty is indulgent. Your Majesty wants to see it.

Let's see which side of the two sides can stand to the end. But Your Majesty..."

Ru Yun chuckled: "But when His Majesty made this decision, His Majesty already had the Holy Inquisitor's decision in his mind."

Zhan Hui was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Where is your Majesty now?"

Ru Jin shook his head and said: "Zhan Shangshu why not ask, where is the great grandson now?"

Zhan Hui nodded and said: "Where is the grandson?"

Ru Yu burst out laughing.

Finally slapped the table.

“I don’t know where my grandson is now!”

……

"Where is Your Majesty?"

"Where is the prince?"

"Where is Taisun Xianxian!"

In front of the Zhongji Hall, Liu Sanwu, a member of the Zhongshu House, asked in a low voice the uncomfortable-looking little eunuch in front of him.

Beside him was Zhao Mian, the Minister of Household Affairs, as well as several imperial censors and officials in the court who were famous for their Neo-Confucianism.

Yu Tian, ​​who was not brought out of the palace by his grandson today, bowed and joined his hands to block the door of Zhongji Palace. He raised his head and glanced at the Zhongshu Sheren who kept shouting.

"Your Majesty, the prince, and the grandson are not in the palace."

Regarding such a question, Zhao Mian rolled his eyes helplessly.

Liu Sanwu was so angry that his insides were turned upside down. He glared at Yutian and shouted angrily: "Don't I know that Your Majesty is not in the palace at the moment? I ask you, where is Your Majesty right now!"

Facing the furious Mr. Liu, Yutian showed no fear at all.

He even continued to glance at Liu Sanwu with his indifferent eyes.

This look of not being taken seriously by a eunuch made Liu Sanwu's heart burn even more fiercely.
To be continued...