Yindu, Imperial College.

Yu Gongming stood on a sailboat in a white shirt, heading against the current, heading towards the Imperial College. Standing beside him was a young man facing the wind. The two stood at the bow of the boat, staring at the beginning of their eyes more and more

Clear Imperial College Tower.

"The Imperial College's Left Prohibition of Wine-Bullying Tong Xuesi was the last master, who was the favorite student of Mr. Kong Zhenqing. He has been serving as the ban on Wine-Bullying for fifteen years.

Mr. Tong initially wanted to serve in the Ministry of Rites, but he was demoted to the Imperial College Prison for less than three months after taking office. He stayed there for fifteen years." Yu Gongming said slowly, looking up at Ning Xiaochuan in front of him.

Ning Xiaochuan frowned slightly, "Then Mr. Tong is outstanding."

Yu Gongming thought for a while and said, "If you have to say something, there is one thing, that is meanness. When I was still in the Imperial College, Mr. Tong was responsible for the knowledge of diplomatic etiquette. As long as we students have a little bit."

If you make mistakes, you will be scolded.

His swear words were sarcastic and mean, not like a Confucian disciple. At first we had many complaints about Mr. Tong, but over time we would find that Mr. Tong was sarcastic but polite. Although he was mean, he could not find a rebuttal.

In the words of Zhengchun, Mr. Tong is more like an eloquent madman.”

Now Ning Xiaochuan understands why his second brother asked him to go to the negotiations with Tong Xuesi. Isn’t this a true diplomatic envoy? The negotiations between the two countries must work hard on language and verbalism, and Tong Xuesi is also diplomatic.

If etiquette has made some achievements, then this time, Tong Xuesi will definitely be the best choice.

"Is that so? It seems that my trip to the Imperial College today is not in vain." Ning Xiaochuan said in a deep voice.

Yu Gongming approached the window and leaned over to watch the fish swimming in the water, fascinated for a moment.

"Gongming, ask you something, tell me whether it is a good or a bad thing to go to Pinglaoguan this time..." Ning Xiaochuan asked softly.

Yu Gongming looked up at the young master of the aristocratic family in front of him, pondered for a moment and said, "I think it's a good thing, not a good thing. This time, I went to Pinglaoguan to discuss peace. If you handle this matter well, it would be a great achievement.

It can cleanse your name as a playboy and also enable you to establish prestige in the court.

The bad thing is also very simple. It is important to negotiate peace. Once the two sides do not reach an agreement, you will be in danger. At the least, you will be demoted and dismissed. If you are seriously imprisoned, you will not be an exaggeration. In my opinion, the country

The teacher asked you to negotiate peace, but you didn’t have a good intention.”

Ning Xiaochuan smiled indifferently, feeling the cool and comfortable wind of the late summer.

"You said that my father is no longer Duke Li, why are there so many people who don't let our Ning family go?" Ning Xiaochuan's sudden words shocked Yu Gongming.

This young genius who always likes to hold a cucumber in his mouth looks at Ning Xiaochuan's back with a serious expression, as if he is thinking.

"For power, for fame, for profit, but that's all." Yu Gongming said with his eyes narrowed.

"It's probably true."

Yu Gongming sighed, got up and put his hand behind him, looking ahead.

...

Three years ago, Kong Zhangxi has been silently staying in the Imperial College, conscientiously fulfilling his responsibilities as his master. Although he can handle all the affairs of the Imperial College, he is on the issue of his daughter.

But I am a failed father.

Since Kong Ying and Ning Song left Qianchengshan, he began to reflect on himself, was he really too cruel, and sacrificed his daughter's happiness for the so-called stability. Although he was far away in the Imperial College, he still felt the struggle in the court.

The cruelty.

After Guan Zhongxian left, Wen Zhe succeeded to the throne, the court had changed at least three batches of officials, and some officials even changed five or six people in less than a year. The hidden behind this is definitely not as simple as normal appointment and removal.

Just as Kong Zhangxi was thinking, there were sounds of knocking outside the door.

"What's the matter?" Kong Zhangxi asked loudly.

"I report to Master Ning Xiaochuan, the Minister of Rites, to the official Yu Gongming seeks a visit." The servant outside the door bowed and said.

Kong Zhangxi suddenly stood up and stood up directly, "Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Gongming..."

These two people are old acquaintances to him. Since Mrs. Ning, she and the Ning family have become old acquaintances. From Ning Song to Ning Xiaochuan, two years have passed in the blink of an eye. The one who used to avoid the disaster in the imperial city was to avoid the disaster in the imperial city.

The prince of the aristocratic family who had left far became the Minister of Rites of Dafeng, and his official rank was still above him, which really made people feel moved.

Yu Gongming, as his father's favorite disciple, is even more so. He is a person with a simple and pure heart and a unique view on the current Dafeng pattern. On holidays, he will become a pillar of Dafeng. Now these two people are at the same time.

When you appear in the Imperial College, you must have something to ask for.

"Let them come in." Kong Zhangxi said with a deep eyebrows.

A moment later, Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Gongming appeared in Kong Zhangxi's study. They had not seen each other for two years. Compared with three years ago, Kong Zhangxi became thinner.

"Mr. Kong, I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm fine." Ning Xiaochuan nodded and said without wearing an official uniform and wearing a plain shirt.

Yu Gongming next to him seemed much more formal, with his hands arched against his chest, "Student Yu Gongming met the Master."

"Gongming, now that we are officials in the same dynasty, we should not call the Master in the officialdom anymore, so as not to be held with a handle." Kong Zhangxi nodded slightly and said.

“Yes, students are taught.”

Kong Zhangxi turned around and looked at Ning Xiaochuan, smiled slightly, "Mr. Ning, we have met again. What's the point of coming here this time?"

"Mr. Ning, it has not been seen since the former Chengshan parted. I still owe you a thank you."

Ning Xiaochuan sat straight on the chair next to Kong Zhangxi's study, raised his head and smiled slightly, "You should say thank you to you, the new Confucian saint, who saved Qianchengshan, not me."

Yu Gongming next to him stood there in a daze, not knowing what the two were saying at all. Kong Zhangxi nodded slightly, "Okay, let's talk, what's the point of coming to our country's Zijian?"

"Since they are all my own people, I won't keep it from being kept in touch. Mr. Kong should know about the Northern Barbarians' pursuit of peace." Ning Yan said with a serious expression.

Such a big event, Kong Zhangxi could not have known, "Yes, and I heard that Ning Xiaochuan, the one who was entrusted by His Majesty this time, is you, Ning Xiaochuan, that's even more strange. The time for going to the border to discuss peace is so tight. If you don't go, come to me.

What is the Imperial College doing?”

"Come and borrow someone from Mr. Kong?" Ning Xiaochuan said straight to the point.

"Who?"

"The Imperial College bans alcohol from the left, Mr. Tong Xuesi Tong."

After hearing Ning Xiaochuan say the three words Tong Xuesi, Kong Zhangxi was stunned at first, then shook his head with a wry smile, "This is what your second brother told you, otherwise you would not know the name of Mr. Tong."

Ning Xiaochuan nodded undeniably, "It was my second brother who told me, but as a devotional minister, serving the country is a matter of duty."

Kong Zhangxi nodded and stroked his beard, "Come here, please come, Mr. Tong."

"yes……"

After about a cup of tea, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the door. Then, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a goatee walked in. Looking closely, this person was thin and had a pale complexion, giving people a disease.

The feeling is, "Cheng Xuesi met the Master."

But this Tong Xuesi spoke loudly like a bell, and every word was filled with a sense of power, which surprised Ning Xiaochuan.

"Mr. Tong, it's not that I want to see you, but that Lord Ning Xiaochuan, the Minister of Rites, wants to see you." Kong Zhangxi nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal Tong Xuesi to look to his right.

On the right side, Ning Xiaochuan stood up with a smile and bowed, "Hello, Mr. Tong."

"Mr. Ning came to see me a little ban on drinking, but is there something wrong?" Mr. Tong said withdrew.

Yu Gongming next to him said with a smile, "Mr. Tong, you have been misunderstood. Lord Ning came here this time as the Minister of Rites. Please go to Pinglao Pass to participate in the peace talks between the Northern Barbarians."

"Gentiles have negotiated peace, isn't it a matter of the ritual part of the two countries? Why did they come to the Imperial College to ask for someone?" Tong Xuesi looked at Ning Xiaochuan with his eyebrows.

Tong Xuesi's tone was full of contempt. Ning Xiaochuan smiled slightly and said, "This matter is both the affairs of the Imperial College and the officials in the court, and the people in the world. It is not just our Ministry of Rites, the officials in the court, and the people in the world.

Everyone should have the intention to contribute to the country. Lord Tong is the same. You are not only Zuo Jianjiu in the Imperial College, but also a courtier in Dafeng. I am right."

"Mr. Ning is really good at making sophistry." Tong Xuesi nodded, and then said, "This kind of saying is okay to fool ordinary people. In front of me, Lord Ning doesn't seem to take my official seriously."

This Tong Xuesi is not a good person. Ning Xiaochuan smiled bitterly. The second brother has found a difficult problem for himself.

Most capable people are proud, especially such eloquent madman. Now Ning Xiaochuan has almost guessed why Tong Xuesi was demoted after serving in the Ministry of Rites for three months. Just this mouth can save his life.

All are amazing.

"I wonder what kind of answer Mr. Tong wants?" Ning Xiaochuan said in a deep voice, trying his best to make himself very calm.

Kong Zhangxi coughed twice, "Mr. Tong, Lord Ning came because of state affairs. You are not so good."

"Now, as long as you wear a silver-wire hat in the court, you say that you are a minister. As long as you are in the previous memorial, you say that you are a wise minister of the humeral priest. When you cry and make a fuss in front of the Grand Palace, you say that you are loyal and understandable. Such a person

My Tong Xuesi has seen too much in this life, just like Fan Haoqian, the Minister of Rites before, isn’t this kind of person?”

Tong Xuesi said bluntly, Ning Xiaochuan nodded frequently when he said it. He nodded not because of these words, but was surprised by his second brother's keen eye for identifying people.

Before coming, he was curious about how a small Imperial Prisoner was given to his second brother. Now it seems that he is superficial, and the temple is also a crouching tiger and hidden dragon.

"Mr. Tong, I've said it." Kong Zhangxi coughed again.

"Mr. Ning, what do you think?"

Ning Xiaochuan first pondered, then applauded and shouted.
Chapter completed!