If we count by seniority, the youngest one among them can be considered Wei Yong's uncle.
What's more, these people's school of thought is considered a minority within Confucianism, and they have been frustrated all their lives.
They finally found the opportunity when they were old and came up with such amazing things, and now you tell them to seal up this knowledge and not spread it?
If he dared to say such things, those old men in the Faculty of Arts would fight him to the death with knives!
"Your Majesty, I am but a humble Imperial Censor, my words carry little weight..."
Yes, at this moment, Wei Yong, one of the Nine Dukes, said that he was a mere Imperial Censor, and in later generations he would be at best the Chief Prosecutor of the National Procuratorate, which was nothing at all, and no one would listen to him.
After saying this, Wei Yong secretly complained in his heart: "I am just an imperial censor who reports things based on rumors. I am good at finding faults, but it is you who are good at solving problems. I only get a small salary a month, why should I risk my life for you!"
Li Zhuo also realized that no one was willing to take the lead in this matter.
A careful analysis shows that they are actually the beneficiaries of this matter. Who among those present cannot come up with a few taels of silver?
If that’s the case, why would they jump out to oppose such things?
Li Zhuo looked at everyone with a headache, and finally said helplessly to Hua Bule beside him: "Let's ask the Imperial Master to come over and tell him that I want to discuss something with him."
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I'd better write and update during the day from now on. If it's too late, I won't be in good condition and the quality of the writing will not be very good.
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