A large part of these "victims" can actually be said to be losers in reasonable competition. Because Zhang Linchuan borrowed Lei Zhanqian's body to get on the Qi State's ship, not to cause any damage from the beginning. So in In all kinds of struggles in Lushuang County, he was very disciplined.

However, these people were indeed suppressed by Zhang Linchuan, the ancestor of the Wusheng Cult, and there was nothing wrong with using them to sound the death knell for the Wusheng Cult.

Specifically regarding Jiang Wang's open letter and the huge response it triggered, there have always been different voices within Qi.

Among them, the loudest one is still the famous Confucian scholar Fengming.

This person wrote three articles in a row, saying: "How can Lingyang be held in great responsibilities?", "What is the use of public tools for private use", and "How can national affairs be regarded as private hatred".

In the last two articles, you can roughly know what they are about by looking at their names. The "Lingyang" in the first article refers to the Marquis Lingyang during the period of Emperor Wu of Qi. He was deprived of his title by Emperor Wu for using public weapons for private purposes.

The first article scolds the Marquis of Lingyang, which is considered a test of the waters.

Using the past to advise the present, literary talent flourishes.

Then the second and third articles became more and more severe, and they directly targeted Jiang Wang.

Of course, Er Fengming represents more than just him. However, it is difficult to forcefully classify him into a party. This brilliant pen and the madman attitude that everyone dares to criticize are his philosophy of survival. .

The cunningness to know who can and cannot be scolded, and the thick face to shrink away and shut up whenever he encounters a difficult situation, are the prerequisites for him to live a more nourishing life than Xu Fang did back then.

Some people seek a good reputation, while others seek a bad reputation. Dragons and snakes each have their own ways, and both can prosper.

These three articles were indeed wonderfully written and aroused heated discussions among the government and the public.

No big shot in the Political Hall or the Military Hall came out to express their views, but from then on, the quarrel became more and more intense.

As one of the most popular figures in the Qi State today, the fact that Marquis Wu An mobilized state resources to hunt down an unknown cult has become a hot topic among people in the streets.

Memorials related to it are coming like raindrops.

There are supporters and there are opponents.

To this day, the emperor has explicitly asked Jiang Wang to participate in this court meeting.

This is probably to make a final conclusion for the material debate that has been heated up during this period.

Qing Bian is worried about this.

Jiang Wang was very calm. When he heard the news, he just said: "I understand."

Some things are actually not debatable, but some people can't stand the carping and others are adding fuel to the flames.

If you are bent on provocation, you will always find a reason. Stand to block my sunshine, lie down to block my way.

He has long been accustomed to it, and it is nothing more than facing it.

Just one more glance at Lin Youxie's tombstone, then he stood up and fled away... The blue clouds were heading towards Linzi.

…

Ziji Hall is the hall where civil and military officials of the Da Qi Empire discuss matters.

The local political affairs of this great empire could be completed in the county governor's office. The imperial court was usually only responsible for supervision.

Political affairs involving the whole country, as well as some government affairs that cannot be decided by the local government, can often be properly resolved during the discussion stage of the officials.

Further up, there is the collegial meeting in the political hall, and finally the emperor's review.

After all, such a huge empire, with thousands of miles of territory and hundreds of millions of people, how can it be bothered about everything?

Historically, it was common for emperors to pay court once every half a month, once a month, or even for a year and a half.

It is only today that he is very diligent in sitting in court. As long as he is not on an expedition, he will be able to do so no matter the weather. He often sits high in the Ziji Palace and silently listens to the quarrels of the officials. He does not participate in discussions unless it is a major matter, but all the matters discussed by the officials must be kept in his heart.

Go through it once, so no one dares not to pay attention.

After having achievements that were already comparable to that of Taizu and Emperor Wu, it was the same and he never slacked off.

He sits high on the throne of supremacy, behind the calm pearl curtain, no one can see clearly the emperor's heart, which is also his gaze on the whole world.

All great emperors must have great aspirations. Obviously, the Daqi Empire that now spans the southeast and has eyes on the world has not been able to fulfill his ambitions.

He has been in power for fifty-seven years since he ascended the throne.

The Yuanfeng era name is enough to give it a great name, but the story about this era name is still going on.

It is different from the majestic, quiet and great high shore that many people imagine.

Most of the time, Ziji Temple is no different from a vegetable market. The two parties in the quarrel each say their own things, and many of them are red-faced.

Today is no exception.

This means that agricultural taxes not only need to be further reduced, but also converted into money, so as to avoid the losses caused in the process of collecting grain.

The one who said that thirty taxes to one is already a huge favor from the emperor. In any decision, we must consider the national conditions. Take money, take money. Your mother is about to starve to death. Is it okay to eat money?

It was so noisy.

Until the golden melon warriors outside the palace announced - "I have an audience with Marquis Wu'an!"

Ziji Palace immediately seemed to have a silent barrier, and everyone shut up.

Some people's eyes seemed to fall on the queue on the right side of the hall, the famous Confucian who stood with his arms folded and a calm demeanor... Er Fengming, who did not hold any official position.

At this moment, Marquis Wu An, wearing a purple nine-python Tunyun Marquis uniform, strode into the palace with his sword in hand and without taking off his shoes.

The sound of his boots echoed loudly in the hall. Today, he changed from his usual gentleness. His eyebrows were sharp and his energy was steaming. It seemed that the world-famous sword on his waist had been unsheathed!

He walked in the passage separated by the princes and ministers of the court, without squinting his eyes. In the tall and spacious Ziji Hall, there was a graceful manner of holding up a dome. Step by step, he walked to Danbi.

"No courtesy." Emperor Qi, who was sitting on the dragon throne, only raised his hand.

Song Yao, who was standing in the queue at the Zhengshi Hall, had an expressionless face. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yi Xingchen, who was carrying a memorial next to him.

I know everyone is a little confused.

Neither those who support Wu Anhou nor those who support Er Fengming can grasp the emperor's attitude.

I haven’t bowed yet, so I’m exempt from the ceremony?

Is the emperor satisfied or dissatisfied?

If you hold it high, do you want to knock it down hard?

Those who are interested go to see the champion prince who is also the pride of the empire with Wu'an Hou, but when he sees the white-clothed prince in the honorable queue, his eyes are slightly closed, and he is still immersed in his own world of practice - "standing guard" at the court meeting.

, is indeed the privilege of these two young military heroes.

Jiang Wang didn't care about that at all, and didn't speculate on anything. He just stood there, his spine straight like a sword, standing on the ground supporting the sky.

The emperor's eyes dropped, and his voice enveloped the hall: "Marquis Wu'an's letter is very well written. It shows that he has put in some effort in studying recently."

Jiang Wang replied: "I just can't help myself. I just write what I write without knowing what good or bad diction is."

The emperor looked at him and said in a calm tone: "There have been a few articles recently that quoted scriptures and used Chinese language to read them. They are like tasting fragrant tea. Has the Marquis of Wu'an read them?"

"If it's a recent article, I probably haven't read it."

"Why?"

"there is no time."

"What are you busy with, my dear?"

Jiang Wang replied calmly: "I'm busy with my friend's funeral."

The emperor originally had something to say, but suddenly he didn't want to say it anymore.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Mr. I have invited Marquis Wu An over for you. If you have any questions, you might as well ask them in person."

The atmosphere in Ziji Palace was a little tense.

Er Fengming was clearly prepared. With his big sleeves fluttering, he calmly walked out of the queue and walked to Jiang Wang's side.

He was unarmed and wore only white socks on his feet, so his momentum was naturally lowered by several points.

But with a calm face, he first bowed to the emperor, then bowed to Jiang Wang, and said sincerely: "The common people have always respected the martial arts of the marquis. I am trying to say something today. If there are any fallacies, please don't forgive me. Even if you criticize me,

.If it is not enough to relieve the qi, blood will be splashed three steps, and the common people will have no complaints."

Facing this famous scholar who repeatedly scolded him to pieces, Jiang Wang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Please speak."

Er Fengming straightened up and brushed open his big sleeves. He seemed to have the aura of a celebrity and said: "May I ask Lord Marquis, national hatred and personal hatred, which one is lighter and which is more serious?"

"What is national hatred? What is private hatred?" Jiang Wang asked back: "Mr. You might as well say it clearly. What does it mean to conquer Xia? What does it mean to suppress Wusheng Cult?"

Er Fengming said: "Of course the attack on Xia is for national hatred, and the suppression of Wusheng Cult is for personal hatred."

Jiang Wang looked at him calmly: "Did the suppression of the Wu Sheng Cult affect my conquest of Xia?"

Er Fengming was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had fallen into a language trap, and felt a sense of absurd astonishment... Didn't it mean that Marquis Wu An could only use old fists at every turn?

But he quickly reacted: "That's not what you said. If the Wusheng Cult is a cult, it should indeed be suppressed. I also hate the cult deeply. But how should it be suppressed? How much effort will it take?"

"A mere inanimate religion is like an ant to a majestic mountain. Is it worth the expense of our country's national power?"

He became more and more excited: "It is enough for a small sect to publish a list and put a reward in the inspection office! But the Marquis has created such a big trend with hatred. Now the whole country is talking about Wusheng Cult, and everyone wants to kill Zhang Linchuan

The head has been used by the whole court for the prince’s personal grudge. Is it true that the prince is not uneasy at all?”

Jiang Wang looked at him steadily for a while.

Er Fengming looked a little confused, and the excitement of devoting all his energy to serving the country unconsciously weakened.
To be continued...