Henan Road, Qingzhou.


    Qilu is a land of outstanding people.


    The sages of Confucius and Mencius all come from this. Their profound cultural heritage has bred many students who are full of poetry and books.


    The Zhangjia residence is brightly lit.


    Zhang Xian, who came back from his return trip, called all the aristocratic families overnight and said that he had something important to discuss.


    With a call, aristocratic families from all over Qingzhou drove one after another.


    The scholars in Confucian robes are gentle. It''s hard to avoid stopping and exchanging greetings with some familiar people.


    "I heard that old Zhang denounced the emperor in Chang''an, and called on thousands of people in the imperial city to hold the banner of righteousness. It''s very spectacular!"


    The words of admiration of the speaker are obvious. Unconsciously, he also raised his chest for this honor and looked extremely.


    The figure opposite looked proud and waved.


    "Isn''t it? I''ve heard that today''s holy master is afraid of the great power of Confucianism. When the chaos in Chang''an first arose, he ordered Qingzhou to delay the payment of tax and grain."


    "Great Confucian aristocratic family, don''t live up to this trip!"


    They looked at each other, smiled brightly, and straightened their backs towards the Council hall.


    Such scenes can be seen everywhere in Zhangjia courtyard.


    It seems that this time, Zhang Xian did a big thing and Confucianism did a big thing.


    With the Confucian way of governing the country, we can resist the emperor''s power today.


    It seems that at this moment, these bachelors are proud of this story of lobbying the imperial city and are proud of their status as Confucian bachelors.


    But at the end of the day, there is no airtight wall.


    The news of Zhang Xian''s trip to the Imperial City, which was defeated by Confucianism and Taoism, quickly spread in the whole Zhangjia courtyard under the spread of some interested people.


    In the hustle and bustle of other hospitals, the previous pride was immediately frustrated. People hid their faces, whispered and whispered.


    In the conference hall, Zhang Xianduan sat first, looking serious.


    Other aristocratic family leaders flocked in.


    When the crowd was full, Zhang Xian took the lead in standing up and bowing.


    "Thanks for your compliments, Zhang Xian dared to invite you to discuss the future of the aristocratic family."


    Looking around the four seats, Zhang Xian sat down slowly. The wrinkles on his old face were deeper, with a touch of loss.


    "You must have heard of the imperial city and his party."


    "The great Confucian family made a big fuss in the Imperial City in order to protect the only food rations of the people of Qingzhou."


    "I also blame my anger for attacking my heart, making rude remarks, contempt for imperial power and making big mistakes."


    "In the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, learning is not good, and it is miserably defeated."


    When the old voice spoke these words, there was a sad feeling of unknown Tao. It''s like an old man telling unforgivable mistakes in his life.


    In the whole Council hall, everyone looked at each other in amazement.


    Zhang Xian stood up slowly, looked around the four seats, and his tone turned serious.


    "According to the laws and regulations of the Tang Dynasty, such crimes should be beheaded."


    "However, the thought of the northern Marquis and the Confucian way have a long history, which is the foundation of governing the world. Only then can I forgive my evil body."


    "It''s against the law for the great Confucian aristocratic family to gather people and rise up. Today, we call all the aristocratic families to discuss the dissolution."


    As soon as this remark came out, the whole Council hall exploded and there was a lot of noise.


    "The century old foundation of the great Confucian family can''t be said to be scattered."


    "We are based on Confucianism. We just gathered here. Gathering people to rise is also to seek justice for the people of Qingzhou."


    "If it breaks up, if Datang does this again, how can Qingzhou deal with it! Mr. Zhang, think twice!"


    Indignant words were shouted out of these red faced and excited people.


    Rude words and strong requests filled Zhang Xian''s ears.


    Zhang Xian''s depression is not like this?


    Along the way, Zhang Xianjing meditated, thinking about how to explain to all ethnic groups of the aristocratic family and how to explain to his grandparents.


    He raised his arm slightly. Zhang Xian looked dignified and opened his mouth slowly.


    "Silence!"


    Words fell, and the noisy Council hall gradually calmed down.


    Dozens of eyes gathered to the first place again.


    "It is the will of the Tang Dynasty hall to disperse the bachelors gathered in the Zhangjia residence and set up lecture halls all over the Tang Dynasty."


    "It''s also my decision."


    While talking, the old man looked bitter and said with a touch of reluctance.


    "I Zhang Xian is old. Most of the old bones have been buried. You are still young."


    "I don''t want to see the great Confucian aristocratic families wiped out and crowned with the crime of conspiracy and rebellion."


    Listening to the sad words, someone stood up angrily and patted the table in front of him.


    "Now there is a severe drought in Qingzhou, and people are in danger. It is unknown how much grain can be harvested this year. How can we pay the annual grain tax?"


    "If we are forced to pay again, will we not let the slaughter and wait for the famine?"


    When the momentum started, it could no longer stop.


    Someone stood up and refuted Zhang Xian''s decision.


    "Now the great Confucian family can gather people to gather public opinion. If it is scattered, it is just a plate of scattered sand. Why do you claim righteousness."


    Someone kicked the seat and it was a ''crash''; In the sound, he strode out angrily.


    The voices of complaint, abuse and anger became noisy, crumpled into a ball and stuffed into Zhang Xian''s mind.


    Suddenly.


    The oath at the beginning of the establishment of the great Confucian family came to mind.


    Cultivate self-cultivation, govern the country and level the world.


    I don''t know when the original intention of self-cultivation has changed.


    The scholars gathered in all directions did not rely on knowledge to reshape themselves, but on the strength of gathering people to compete with the court.


    Zhang Xian slumped on the seat, his eyes empty and his face gray.


    Conspiracy and rebellion is a great sin.


    These fanning people are leading the whole family to the brink of death.