After setting off from Zhengxing Mansion, Chen Ping received countless times more attention along the way than before.
In just over a month, Chen Ping's status among the scholars in Qianzhou rose rapidly through his lectures. If he won the first prize before, it only set off a wave among young scholars.
So when Chen Ping lectured at Jiangxia Academy and promoted his ideas, the squires and current or retired officials who originally regarded Chen Ping as just a rising star, now also realized how terrifying he was.
Qianzhou Shilin was shocked!
Let’s not talk about the glory of being the number one scholar in the Six Yuan Dynasty. He returned to Qianzhou to give lectures for half a month and attracted thousands of scholars to listen to him. As long as this kind of influence does not cause any accident, it is almost certain that he will become a great master in the future.
The most important thing is that the number one scholar may die unexpectedly in the officialdom, but no one dares to touch a figure like a great Confucian or a great master, otherwise they will be punished and impeached by their disciples.
Chen Ping realized the truth behind this on the second day he lectured at Jiangxia Academy. It was for this reason that he spared no effort to lecture in Qianzhou, even delaying his return to Beijing.
In this era when Confucianism is prosperous and the imperial examination is regarded as a carp leaping over the dragon's gate by the middle and lower class people, no one pays attention to the increasing number of lower class scholars, or in other words, no one thinks that these scholars can have any influence.
However, as a time traveler, Chen Ping still has fresh memories of the rise of the Donglin Party and Fushe in the late Ming Dynasty. Although he lived in a different era, it is undeniable that the great reputation gave birth to the Donglin Party and Fushe. The possibility of a scholar-like group or a political party.
If you want to create a party group like Donglin Party Fushe, then starting from Confucianism is the easiest and fastest way.
Of course, to achieve this is extremely demanding, not only requiring extremely high prestige and knowledge, but more importantly, how to prevent the control of this group after it develops.
But that is not something Chen Ping can consider for the time being. All he can do now is to raise a big banner as quickly as possible to deal with the possible turmoil.
Time is definitely not enough, but as long as the momentum is enough, it can greatly help Chen Ping tide over the difficulties.
"Chen Ping, are you making some big noise without telling me?"
On the official ship, the more Xie Zhiyuan thought about it, the more he felt that Chen Pingping's behavior during these days in Qianzhou was very strange. Even if he was usually informal, he also noticed something was wrong now.
When the question was asked, Xie Zhiyuan did not wait for Chen Ping's answer. He accused Chen Ping with some annoyance: "Don't try to fool me, you must be holding back a lot of bad things!"
Then he put on a stern attitude and said: "If you don't call me for this kind of thing, would we still be brothers?"
Chen Ping was amused by this sudden turn of events. Could he say that he was afraid of dragging Xie Zhiyuan in, and that Xie Zhiyuan would have to fight with those scholars before he was framed by his political enemies in the court?
Although Xie Zhiyuan is the son of the internal minister Xie Jinan, and he has inherited his father's talent as a topic writer, his character is really a headache. It's not that it's bad, it's just pure uninhibitedness and aloofness. Only Chen Ping, Cheng Cheng and others can accept this kind of temper. Others can tolerate it for a day or two, but in the long run conflicts will inevitably arise.
Seeing that Xie Zhiyuan was not letting go, Chen Ping had no choice but to use his trump card.
"Don't worry, senior brother. If something happens, I will definitely ask you to come with me, but you can't take action casually, right? The son of a dignified minister has to be used to suppress the enemy. He can't take action unless it's a critical moment, right?"
Chen Ping persuaded in a seductive manner. This flattery made Xie Zhiyuan smile, and he nodded his head in agreement.
"That's right, but you have to tell me the specific content, right?"
Chen Ping looked serious and refused flatly: "If the law is not passed on to the six ears, the secret of heaven must not be leaked!"
"Senior brother, you must pay attention. The task I have assigned to you is a top priority. You must not leak any information."
Xie Zhiyuan was deceived by Chen Ping's acting skills, and he repeatedly promised that he was not that kind of person.
After taking care of Xie Zhiyuan, there were no disturbances along the way. Now that June has entered, the southerly wind has prevailed, and the speed from Qianzhou to Beijing is much faster than when we came here.
In just seven days, Chen Ping and his party returned to the capital after more than a month's absence.
It's just that when I came back this time, the atmosphere in the capital was no better than the last time I returned to Lingzhou.
As soon as he set foot on the land of the capital, Chen Ping felt the chill in the air. After asking around for a while at a roadside vendor, Chen Ping frowned and his thoughts flew around.
"Straight bitch! Someone dares to assassinate Your Majesty!"
Xie Zhiyuan roared angrily, he had just left Beijing for a month and such shocking things happened, which was simply unacceptable to him!
You must know that the reason why he molested a good family in the capital and took credit everywhere without being punished is that besides having a father who is an insider, Emperor Tianqi loves Wujiwu and has a lot of protection for him.
Otherwise, the saliva of those officials would drown him.
Chen Ping secretly reminded Xie Zhiyuan that there must be a lot of involvement behind this matter, and it is not something they can interfere with yet.
"Spit! What a bastard!"
Xie Zhiyuan scolded fiercely. In fact, officials and officials like him are the ones who least want to see the country in turmoil.
Now that Emperor Tianqi is on the throne, his father is still a Hanlin scholar, and everyone respects him as the internal minister. But if the emperor dies, the prince will definitely promote the old ministers of the East Palace and the new scholars after he ascends the throne.
No one can remain indifferent to matters concerning vital interests.
After closing the carriage window, Chen Ping closed his eyes and began to think. The threads in his mind were like a mess that was difficult to sort out.
When he opened his eyes, he had already made up his mind.
Go to the palace first!
Imperial Palace, inside Chui Gong Hall.
It was already the summer day of June, but Emperor Tianqi was sitting in front of his desk in a heavy Taoist robe, reviewing memorials. He didn’t know what magic elixir he had used. His complexion looked much rosier than before. If it weren’t for the cough that appeared from time to time, I’m afraid the palace would
Everyone would think that the emperor's dragon body has recovered.
"The White Lotus bandits are causing trouble again in Daozhou, these bandits!"
"The water level of the river has risen a lot recently. How many years ago was the last major repair of the river embankment?"
"Your Majesty, the last time the river dams were overhauled was in the 12th year of Tianqi."
Emperor Tianqi nodded, his brows became more and more frowning. After hastily reading the rest of the memorial, he put his forehead on his forehead and sighed.
"It seems that the inheritance of our ancestors is destined to be destroyed in my hands."
"By the way, Wang Daban, how is the prince studying in the East Palace? Ask him to come to see me. I want to test him."
Emperor Tianqi waved his hand, and Eunuch Wang, who was waiting carefully at the side, looked embarrassed. Then he followed the order in a low voice and trotted towards the outside of the palace with his skirt in hand.
Smelling the smoke of the incense in the palace, Emperor Tianqi felt a gloomy look on his face that could not dissipate for a long time. There were barbarians outside looking at him, and the powerful officials inside were constantly testing him, but he, the prince, was still so unsatisfactory.
He just felt that the time left was not enough to arrange everything. Regret and annoyance were entangled in his heart, turning into an inextricable knot.
Suddenly, Emperor Tianqi thought of a person and muttered.
"Is it time to come back? I have given you so much time..."
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