"I wonder when to meet the Prime Minister?" Zhao Hao asked as a matter of course after accepting the task.

"It's hard to say." Wu Shilai breathed a sigh of relief, took out a few pieces of poetry from his sleeve and said, "The Prime Minister is busy with all kinds of affairs, he definitely won't have time before the New Year. Let's wait and see after the New Year."

"But it doesn't matter. Even if we can't meet, we can still make friends through poetry." Wu Shi said, handing the poem to Zhao Hao with both hands, "These are my teacher's recent works that have not been published yet. Take them back and think about which ones are most suitable for singing in harmony. Then write a few good works and give them to me before the New Year."

As soon as Zhao Hao heard it, he knew that he would probably never see her again.

But it doesn't matter. If you meet the Prime Minister, you must kowtow. That's so boring. Zhao Hao comforted himself, not sad, not humble, I'm still a child...

Seeing him put away the poem, Wu Shilai smiled and said, "Having said that, my dear nephew, at such a young age, has sung in harmony with the current prime minister who is respected by all. This will surely become a good story and will benefit you throughout your life."

Zhao Hao said sternly: "My nephew respects Yuan Fu for restoring order, not for empty reputation."

Wu Shilai was stunned again, then he laughed and said, "Well, well said! My dear nephew, you are right. We all respect Yuan Fu sincerely."

After everything was explained, Wu Kangyuan was called back, and Zhao Hao tactfully stood up and said goodbye.

Wu Shilai politely escorted Zhao Hao to the door, took his hand and said affectionately: "My dear nephew, please come and visit us more often."

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

~~

On the return carriage, Wu Kangyuan looked unhappy. After a long pause, he said to Zhao Hao in a low voice, "I thought my uncle only admired your poetic talent."

He was not stupid, and of course he knew that his uncle had sent him away for such a long time, and he must have something to discuss with Zhao Hao. Master Wu still had some scholarly spirit, so he naturally felt a little sorry for Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao waved his hand, signaling him not to worry, and said, "Uncle Ling is just passing on a message for someone else. He doesn't have anything to ask me."

"Is that so..." After hearing Zhao Hao's explanation, Wu Kangyuan felt better, but still a little suffocated, "After spending the past few days with my uncle, I found that he has become a little strange. He is no longer the gentleman who is not afraid of power and has a strong character in my mind."

"This is inevitable. Anyone who has been tortured by hardship for more than ten years will become unrecognizable." Zhao Hao suddenly thought of his older brother. He must have been not as hesitant and receptive as he is now when he wrote a letter to impeach Yan Song on New Year's Day fourteen years ago.

But who is qualified to blame them?

At that time, Emperor Jiajing allowed Yan Song's party to exclude dissidents and frame loyal officials. He even killed the prime minister and the governor of three borders. The tyrant emperor and treacherous ministers really reached the point where those who obeyed me prospered and those who disobeyed me perished. At that time, all civil and military officials dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out. Who dared to speak up for the people of the world and fight to the death with Yan's party?

There were only them - Yang Jisheng, the three sons of Wuwu and the four advisers of Yuezhong.

Each of them paid a heavy price for this. All of them were imprisoned and tortured day and night. Yang Jisheng and Shen Lian were even executed, and the rest were exiled and imprisoned for more than ten years, suffering from the hardships of the world.

For example, Wu Shilai was exiled to Hengzhou, Guangxi for more than ten years and nearly died of illness several times. When his father heard that he was seriously ill, he traveled all the way from Zhejiang to Hengzhou to visit him, but he was infected with malaria and died there. 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 serving the people of the world. Now everyone in the Ming Dynasty is benefiting from their kindness, and no one has the right to blame them.

But no matter what, it still makes people feel a sense of disillusionment that is hard to let go.

This made Zhao Hao think that even Wu Shilai and Zhao Jin, who were strong and strong, would be deformed by the huge pain and suffering. Could he, a homeboy who only cared about comfort and feared pain, really take on such a grand mission as he had imagined?

Even if you rely on your passion to build something up, you will definitely encounter various obstacles in the future. How long can you persist under those open and covert attacks and slanderous attacks?

After all, I am just an ordinary person who is selfish. I am afraid I can't hold on for long...

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao's mood became very bad. When he saw the carriage passing Chongwenmen, he smiled at Wu Kangyuan and said, "Please let me go here. I haven't visited Beijing yet."

"Then you better be careful." Wu Kangyuan saw that Zhao Hao was worried. Besides, the security in the inner city was much better than that in the outer city. After he sent Zhao Hao through Chongwenmen, he had nothing to worry about.

~~

After watching Wu Kangyuan's carriage leave Chongwenmen, Zhao Hao tightened his cloak and wandered aimlessly along the street inside Chongwenmen.

Gao Wu brought four guards with him, who followed him vigilantly at a distance of several feet behind him. This way they would not disturb the young master's thoughts and could also protect him at the first possible moment.

Fortunately, Zhao Hao had a strong ability to adjust himself psychologically, and he got rid of his low mood in a short while - because he thought that things were so far in the future, and there was no need for him to worry about them now.

The Ming Dynasty is now an open-minded society with academic freedom. In the next few decades, there will be an overwhelming array of innovative performances and sensational theories. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a place where gods and demons are dancing wildly.

It was not until more than ten years later that Zhang Juzheng could no longer stand it and took action to deal with it. But as soon as he died, the gods and immortals immediately returned to their old ways and became even more violent.

For a long time, all I have to do is spread scientific ideas, establish a scientific system and a supporting philosophical system, and I don’t intend to challenge the social order and political ecology. I don’t think anyone will want to kill me...

Even if we take a step back, the Ming Dynasty is not the Qing Dynasty. Apart from Mr. Zhang, no one would kill people for academic speech. Think about Li Zhi, who slandered Confucius and Mencius, Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism, the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues, and monks, Taoists, immortals, and Buddhas, but the government just locked him up and didn't kill him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao felt inexplicably relieved, and was extremely glad that he was born in the Ming Dynasty instead of the Qing Dynasty...

"I can't do everything by myself. Wouldn't that be asking too much? Well, I'll just do the simple things and leave some fire for future generations. Let them shed blood and sacrifice. I'll just be a safe spiritual leader..."

Zhao Haotian thought so naively, and his steps became lighter. He crunched on the snow on the side of the road, and unknowingly he returned to Chunsong Hutong.

Just as he was planning to go across the street to buy some sugar-roasted chestnuts to bring back for his two apprentices and older nephew, he suddenly saw a large group of people gathered in the alley, waiting there eagerly.

The scene is so familiar, and adding posters and glow sticks in the hands of those men and women does not look out of place at all.

Zhao Hao couldn't help but sigh secretly when he saw this, thinking, I just copied a few poems, why did I come all the way to Beijing to chase after celebrities?

He adjusted the fur collar of his cloak and was about to go over to meet his fans when he suddenly heard those people screaming.

"Hai Qingtian is back!"

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

Then those people rushed past Zhao Hao and ran behind him.

Only Mr. Zhao, with his hair messed up, was left standing alone in the wind...

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