Plentiful City was already in chaos.
The winged cavalry warriors issued orders one after another throughout the country.
However, Ye Yuan, who was the main culprit, knew nothing about it. Although the last words he left behind were meant to take revenge on Emperor Qian, he didn't expect Emperor Qian to have such a big reaction.
Currently, he was sitting beside the bonfire, carefully blowing at the hot air in the bowl. Then, he brought it to his mouth and drank the hot water. After that, he wiped his mouth and revealed a satisfied expression.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang…If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid that I wouldn't even be able to find a bowl of hot water in this remote village.”
On the other side of the bonfire, a clear voice sounded.
"Little brother, you're too polite. It's fate that we met by chance. If I were to stand by and watch, I wouldn't be worthy of being a disciple of a Saint.”
The person who spoke was called Zhuang Mochen.
He was dressed in plain clothes and wore a crown on his head. A book was tied to his waist and rarely left his body. He was about 40 years old. His gaze was gentle and his aura was refined.
It was not difficult to tell that he was a scholar.
There were two other people accompanying him. One of them was called Blessed, and he was Zhuang Mo, Chen Changsui. He had been by his side since he was young, handling the chores around him. Now, he was temporarily acting as a coachman.
He was an honest man and looked very simple and honest. He sat at the side eating a piece of flatbread and rarely spoke.
Other than him, there was another child. He was eight or nine years old and looked like a tiger with a lively gaze.
He was Zhuang Mochen's only son, Zhuang Yan.
The group of three started from Plentiful City and was about to return home in a carriage when they met Ye Yuan on the way. Seeing that he was alone and seemed to be in trouble, Zhuang Mochen stopped the carriage and helped him.
This was a kind person!
Ye Yuan felt warm in his heart, but at the same time, he was also a little curious. Although Zhuang Mochen was not dressed in luxurious clothes and was sitting in an ordinary carriage, he faintly exuded a sense of dignity. If one had to say, he was somewhat similar to an execution supervisor.
How should he put it?
It was like an official's aura.
Ye Yuan did not know why his thoughts were so agile. Just thinking about it seemed to give him an answer. In order to verify his guess, he simply asked.
"Mr. Zhuang has an extraordinary temperament and is very scholarly.”
This kind of question seemed slightly offensive, but it was actually very normal. In this world, when scholars met for the first time, they would often ask about the imperial examinations.
It was convenient for them to build a relationship, and they could clearly understand each other's status.
Therefore, Zhuang Mochen wasn't the least bit displeased. He was only a little surprised, but he still smiled and said.
"Of course I passed the imperial examination, but that was more than twenty years ago.”
His gaze was deep, as if he was recalling something.
"My master is a first-class scholar and is a doctor of advice.”
Fu You, who was eating a pancake at the side, suddenly interrupted.
His eyes lit up. The glory of his master made him feel proud.
"Advisor…this is a fourth-rank official. Since Mister Zhuang is a capital official, why did you return home overnight?”
Ye Yuan was a little shocked. The remonstrant doctor was an official of the capital and was in charge of discussions. He was responsible for advising the king.
Although this official didn't have much authority, his rank was already the ceiling in the hearts of countless scholars.
"Haha, little brother, you're wrong. Could it be that a fourth-grade official can't walk at night?”
Zhuang Mochen's smile grew wider. For some reason, talking to Ye Yuan made him feel comfortable, especially when Ye Yuan did not become respectful and distant after knowing his identity.
Instead of addressing him as " Lord Zhuang ", he continued to address him as " Mister ".
This was the difference between them and ordinary people.
He stroked his short beard and said.
"Even though a remonstrant is a rank four, in reality, what is a mere rank four in the capital?”
"There are kings above and ministers below. A small remonstrant is just an ant.”
"Besides, I've already resigned. The past is like smoke.”
Resigned?
As soon as he said this, the servant took a bite of the pancake, clearly depressed and confused.
His son, Zhuang Yan, was still young and did not know the importance of an official position. He was playing with the bonfire with a small branch.
"Sir is truly admirable."
Ye Yuan said.
"What admiration?"
Zhuang Mochen asked.
"Although I don't think that an official position is very precious, it is still a lifelong pursuit of scholars. It is already not easy for Mister Zhuang to resign and return home, not to mention that he has a carefree attitude and is not discouraged at all…I believe that there are not many people who can have such a state of mind.”
Ye Yuan said with a smile.
"Oh? Little brother, how do you know I'm not pretending to be free and easy? Maybe he's just putting on an act?"
"I have eyes.”
Zhuang Mochen was a little surprised. How could a pair of naked eyes see his insides?
But for some reason, when Ye Yuan said this, he suddenly saw the other party's eyes flicker.
Just like the twinkling stars, an indescribable feeling surged into his heart, making him feel that Ye Yuan's words were true.
He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he suddenly felt that Ye Yuan's eyes had become deep and unfathomable.
This person was not simple!
Zhuang Mochen asked curiously.
"Little brother already knows my background, but I still know nothing about you. I only know your name…From your words and actions, you seem to have the attitude of a scholar? Were they also disciples of Saints? However, little brother is wearing a Daoist robe, so I can't really tell.”
My background?
Ye Yuan smiled bitterly and said.
"It's a long story…"
Since he had transmigrated, there was naturally no need to mention the past. Ye Yuan told him about his experiences in this life.
It could only be described as "miserable".
" In short, I'm not a Daoist. I was caught and brought to Plentiful City because I changed into a Daoist robe in the rain. Fortunately, my identity was verified at the last moment, and I was given a way out..."
Ye Yuan finally changed his words.
" Rebirth of a severed head " was too bizarre and too ostentatious to say, so he chose to hide it.
"I see…"
Zhuang Mochen sighed.
"The tyranny of the Son of Heaven has caused the people of the world to be in dire straits. Although it is only targeted at the Daoist disciples, everyone is already in danger.”
"I'm afraid little brother doesn't know that the reason why I resigned was because I wrote thirteen memorials in a row to persuade His Majesty to change his maladministration and stop killing.”
"It's just that my memorial has been intercepted by the central government before it can be sent to the emperor.”
Ye Yuan was silent for a moment and said.
"The Son of Heaven has gone crazy in order to seek immortality. If Sir's memorial is sent to the Emperor, I'm afraid he won't be able to keep his life.”
Zhuang Mochen took a deep breath and sighed.
"Indeed. The central authority intercepted my memorial because they didn't want to anger His Majesty, and also because they wanted to protect him.”
"Just now, little brother said that a scholar's lifelong wish is to be an official, but I find it difficult to agree. As scholars, do we study hard at a cold window just for a high position and a high salary? If he couldn't do something for the people of the world…then it was fine if he didn't take up this official position.”
" Therefore, I chose to resign after losing interest. I planned to return to my hometown and become a school's chief. If I could teach a few talented students, my life would not have been in vain.”
Zhuang Mo had many things on his mind. Usually, no one would tell him about them. But today, in the middle of the night, on the barren mountain, he opened his mouth and spoke out all the pain in his heart.
Ye Yuan was originally just a listener, but at this moment, his heart moved.
That was because the bronze cauldron in his mind had moved slightly after Zhuang Mochen had said those words, and it had affected his mind.
"What is the reason?"
Ye Yuan was a little confused.
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