I don’t know what occasion I met Yuan Fu?” Zhao Hao accepted the task and asked naturally.

"This is not good." Wu Shilai breathed a sigh of relief and took out a few poems from his sleeve and said: "Yuan Fu has a lot of things to do every day. I will definitely have no time before the New Year. Let's take a look after the New Year."

"But it doesn't matter. Even if you can't see it, you can still make friends with poetry." Wu Shi said, handing the poem to Zhao Hao with both hands: "These are recent works that my teacher has not announced yet. Take them back and think about them, and see which songs are most suitable for singing. Then make some good works and give them to me before the New Year."

Zhao Hao knew as soon as he heard this, he probably couldn't see him anymore.

But it's good. I'll definitely kowtow when I see the chief minister of the cabinet. That's so boring. Zhao Hao comforted himself, "No sadness, no humility, I'm still a child..."

Seeing that he had put away the poem, Wu Shilai smiled and said, "Anotherwise, when a virtuous nephew is young, he will sing a concert with Yuan Fu of the current dynasty, which is highly respected. It will definitely become a good story and will benefit you a lot throughout your life."

Zhao Hao said seriously: "My nephew is Jing Yuanfu's fault, not just a false name."

Wu Shilai was stunned again, and then laughed and said, "Okay, well! My nephew is right. We all respect Yuan Fu sincerely."

After the matter was explained, Wu Kangyuan was also called back, so Zhao Hao stood up and said goodbye with tactfulness.

Wu Shilai politely sent Zhao Hao to the door, took his hand and said affectionately: "Go to and from each other with great nephew."

Then Wu Kangyuan asked him to send Zhao Hao back for him.

On the carriage back, Wu Kangyuan's face looked a little unfavorable. After holding it in for a while, he said to Zhao Hao in a muffled voice: "I think my uncle is just appreciating your poetry."

He was not stupid, of course he knew that his uncle had sent him away for so long, so he would definitely have something to talk to Zhao Hao. Mr. Wu was still a little scholarly and naturally felt a little sorry for Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao waved his hand and signaled that he didn't have to worry, "Uncle Ling is just trying to pass on the message for others, not that he has something to come to me."

"That's it..." After hearing Zhao Hao's explanation, Wu Kangyuan felt better, but he still felt a little breathless: "After getting along with his uncle these days, he found that he had become a little strange, not like the gentleman in my heart who is not afraid of power and strong."

"This is inevitable. Anyone who is tortured by more than ten years of suffering will become unrecognizable." Zhao Hao suddenly thought of his old brother. I believe that when he wrote a letter to impeach Yan Song on New Year's Day fourteen years ago, he would not have been as cautious as he is now and will do good.

But who is qualified to blame them?

At that time, Emperor Jiajing allowed Yan Song's party to eliminate dissidents and frame loyal and kind-hearted. The dignified prime minister and the governor of the three sides would kill him. The tyrant monarchs and treacherous ministers really reached the point where those who obey me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish. At that time, all civil and military officials dared to be angry but not speak out. Who dared to speak out for justice for the people of the world and fight to the death with the Yan party?

Only Yang Jisheng, Wuwu Sanzi and Yue Zhong Four Advice.

Each of them paid a heavy price for this. Everyone was sentenced to prison and was tortured day and night. Yang Jisheng and Shen Lian were executed. The rest were also sent to prison for more than ten years and suffered from suffering on earth.

For example, when Wu Shi came, he was exiled to Hengzhou, Guangxi for more than ten years, and almost died of illness several times. His father heard that he was seriously ill, so he traveled from Zhejiang to Hengzhou to visit him, but ended up suffering from malaria and died in the local area. His uncle... Wu Kangyuan's father, heard the news and went to collect his father's body, but he also died in Hengzhou.

This is the price they paid for upholding justice and for the people of the world. Now everyone in the Ming Dynasty has received their kindness, and no one is qualified to accuse them.

But no matter what, it still makes people feel disillusioned.

This forced Zhao Hao to think that even a hard bone like Wu Shilai and Zhao Jin would be deformed by huge pain and suffering. Can an otaku who is greedy for comfort and fear of hardship and pain really take on the grand mission as he imagined?

Even if I have to make up for it with all my passion, I will definitely encounter various resistances in the future. How long can I last for those open and secret arrows and slanderous attacks?

After all, I am just an ordinary person who is selfish, I am afraid I won't last long...

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao's mood became very bad. When he saw the carriage passing through Chongwenmen, he smiled at Wu Kangyuanqiang and said, "Let me down here, I haven't visited Beijing City yet."

"Then be careful." Wu Kangyuan saw that Zhao Hao was worried. Besides, the public security in the inner city was much better than that in the outer city. He sent Zhao Hao to Chongwen Sect, and there was nothing to worry about.

Watching Wu Kangyuan's carriage leave Chongwen Gate, Zhao Hao tightened his cloak and wandered aimlessly along the streets inside Chongwen Gate.

Gao Wu followed him vigilantly with four guards, so that he would not disturb the young master's thoughts, but could also protect him as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Zhao Hao has a strong psychological adjustment ability, and he got rid of the low mood in a short while. Because he thought that there was no need for him to worry about things that were so far away in the future.

The Ming Dynasty is now open and academic freedom. In the next few decades, there will be endless performances with unique characteristics, and various sensational theories emerge one after another. It is not an exaggeration to say that gods and demons are dancing around.

It was not until more than ten years later that Zhang Juzheng couldn't stand it and took action to clean up. But as soon as he died, all kinds of gods immediately resurfaced and became more and more powerful.

For a long time, all I had to do was spread scientific ideas and establish a scientific system and a supporting philosophical system. I did not intend to challenge the social order and political ecology. No one should be shouting at me...

To take a step back, the Ming Dynasty was not the Qing Dynasty. Except for Zhang Xianggong, no one would kill people because of academic remarks. I think Li Zhi slandered all the ways of Confucius and Mencius, Cheng and Zhu Neo-Confucianism, the Three Bonds and Five Constant Persons, monks, Taoism, immortals and Buddhas, and the government just locked him up and did not take his life.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao felt relaxed inexplicably, and was extremely glad that he was born in my Ming Dynasty, not a Qing Dynasty...

‘I can’t finish everything alone. Wouldn’t that force people to do it? Well, I will do that simple thing, leave some sparks for future generations, and let them bleed and sacrifice. Just be a safe spiritual leader…’

Zhao Hao was naive and thought so naively, and his steps became lighter. He creaked and stepped on the snow on the side of the road and returned to Chunsong Hutong unknowingly.

Just as he was planning to go across the street to buy some candy and stir-fried chestnuts and take them back for food for his two apprentices and nephew, he suddenly saw a large group of people gathered in the alley, waiting there.

This scene is so familiar, and it is absolutely not inconsistent to add a Shanghai poster and a glow stick to those men and women.

Seeing this, Zhao Hao couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking that I had copied a few poems? Why did he chase stars and come to Beijing?

He had his hairy collar in his cloak and was about to come over to meet his fans when he suddenly heard those people screaming.

"Hai Qingtian is back!"

"It's Lord Hai, that's right..."

Then the people rushed over Zhao Hao and ran behind him.

Only Mr. Zhao, whose hairstyle was messed up, was messy in the wind alone...
Chapter completed!