Chen Hehan took the memorial book and went to the Imperial College.

Shen Kuo was whispering to Zhang Dun's request.

He was the one who asked the young scholars to reverse the impression of the court, and he was the one who asked students not to discuss national affairs now.

Although he was whispering in his heart, Shen Kuo responded with a smile and handed the memorial to a civil servant, asking him to send it to the Imperial Academy.

A doctor from the Imperial Academy received Shen Kuo's words and read the memorial book, then called Zhao Tian, ​​who wrote the memorial book, to his duty room.

The doctor's name is Zhou Qin, a middle-aged man over 100 years old. He looked majestic and looked at Zhao Tian and said, "What did you write?"

Zhao Tian was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a fair face, firm eyes and a little expectant. He raised his hand and said, "It was written by the students, and every sentence is heartfelt, and there is no word to make up."

Zhou Qin originally wanted to scold Zhao Tian and drove him away. Seeing his expression, he changed his mind and said, "You are still young and the court and the country are in a strange way. You can also know that this memorial was stopped by the priest. If you take it back, you will pretend that it will not affect you."

Zhao Tian's heart, which was originally expected, was immediately poured with a basin of cold water, and his expression became more and more serious. He raised his hand and said in a deep voice: "Doctor, every man cannot escape the rise and fall of the country. Since students have the right to give advice, why can't they talk about the pros and cons of the court? After offering a good intention to sacrifice wine, the students will understand it. The students will not take back this memorial."

Zhou Qin frowned, thinking that he had good grades, and said patiently: "You said it well, but you must know that these things are not something you should be involved in now. After you become an official, you will be able to learn more. At that time, whether you were talking about the officials or writing to the court, it would be fine even if you were talking about the emperor. Now, study hard and wait for the imperial examination."

Zhou Qin's words made Zhao Tian feel disgusted, and he put down his hand and said, "Does the doctor know that the authorities are confused and bystanders are clear? If the students enter the official position, can they still be self-righteous? Furthermore, the country's government is becoming more and more urgent, and it cannot be delayed for a moment! Thanks to the priest and the doctor for their kindness, the students have decided and they have left."

As he said that, Zhao Tian left without looking back.

Zhou Qin was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and wanted to shout but didn't shout.

After a long time, he shook his head, looked at the memorial left by Zhao Tian, ​​and sighed: "I also had such passion and passion back then, but unfortunately... poor Mr. Bai's clothes..."

Zhao Tian left the teaching building and wanted to go back to the library to continue reading, but he felt anger in his heart and could not get rid of it.

His face was gloomy and his eyes were full of anger. He thought about it and suddenly snorted coldly and turned back to the dormitory.

There was no one in the six people, so he sat on the chair, thought carefully for a while, took a blank copy, picked up a pen, and wrote straight.

After writing, he quickly wrote: 'I heard that in ancient times, the king has been wise and virtuous, the officials are harmonious, the people are happy, and the world praises it, and the current situation is full of people. Looking at the current situation, the parties are intertwined, the treacherous and treacherous, the powerful ministers are abusing power, and the road is not clear... The officials are noble, the officials are small, and the officials are rich. One year after one year of office, the glory is full of honor, three years after three generations of wealth... The more the people are suffering, the more the country is poor, who knows that it is wrong? The world is so difficult, the many difficulties, the gentry and wealthy families are different, the world is different... The illegitimate government is endless, the countless chaos, the corrupt officials are rampant, and there is no evil, and no guilt is revealed...'

With nearly a thousand words, Zhao Tian was still writing, and his inner anger kept falling on the tip of his pen.

I don’t know how long I had been writing, but I felt that my heart was almost depressed, so Zhao Tian stopped writing. He calmed down and looked down at the memorial that had not been dry. After waiting for a while, his eyes suddenly became like fire, and he gritted his teeth secretly, picked up the memorial and went straight out.

He did not take any detours and wrote a letter directly, which was equivalent to writing an open letter.

Zhao Tian’s memorial pointed out that the aristocrats were the murderers of the “poor country” of the Song Dynasty. In just a short time, the entire Kaifeng City exploded.

I don’t know how many people flocked to the Imperial Academy, and they were so aggressive that they wanted to swallow Zhao Tian alive.

At first, the Taixue was able to deal with it, but in the end, he had to close the door and prohibit entry and exit.

The Imperial College was not much better. Shen Kuo met many famous figures and blocked him in the duty room.

There were huge controversy in the six ministries, the Censorate, the Dali Temple and the Political Affairs Hall.

At first, Zhang Dun was able to resolve the situation in a few words. As things continued to ferment, the six ministers and the censors gathered in the Political Affairs Hall and said various words, with a variety of attitudes.

Wang Cun showed the most intensely, with an angry face and shouted: "You little boy, you are talking nonsense! You dare to talk nonsense before you dry your breasts. Are you really unscrupulous when you are entertaining scholars in the court?"

"I agree to deal with Zhao Tian severely and look at him in front of him!" Li Qingchen spoke.

The two of them who were completely incompatible with each other rarely had a common idea, which shocked the hearts of many big figures present.

Cai Bian could understand Li Qingchen's thoughts, and saw Su Song, Wen Yanbo, Lin Xi and others not speaking, looking at Huang Lu, the chief censor, and said, "What does the Censorate think?"

Huang Lu glanced at Zhang Dun and saw that he had no instructions, and said, "According to the rules of the court, Zhao Tian wrote a letter without any fault. The Censorate believes that the Ministry of Justice will take it away and be detained for two days."

"I'll be released for two days?"

Wang Cun immediately glared at Huang Lu and shouted: "What is Zhao Tian doing? Are he attacking our gentry? He is provoking our Song Dynasty political system and trying to subvert our Song Dynasty's destiny! Even if he doesn't say this, this memorial will inevitably make the world boil. How can he convince the hearts of the world for two days?"

Huang Lu disliked Wang Cun the most, and retorted with a faint expression, saying, "What should I do if my Xianggong Wang thinks is to be arrested and killed? I sentenced him to twenty years, or exiled to Lingnan? Is this convincing?"

Wang Cun became more and more angry and shouted: "Is this how your Censorate does it? I see Zhao Tian's letter, someone must be instructed! If such a thing happens, your Censorate will not be able to find out!"

"Your Majesty, this has passed."

Lai Zhishao, the Minister of Justice, answered the conversation and said expressionlessly: "Why did a letter from a Tai student make Wang Xianggong so angry? According to the rules of the court, such matters should be classified as "civil cases" and are the power and responsibility of the Ministry of Justice. Wang Xianggong was not in charge of the Ministry of Justice, and was suspected of interfering in the Three Divisions."

Seeing that he was besieged, Wang Cun snorted coldly, without any entanglement, and looked at Zhang Dun and said, "Grandpa, this matter must be dealt with sharply and neatly to calm the criticism. If you drag on this, you still don't know how big the storm will be. The court cannot wait!"

Zhang Dun had no idea about him, but looked at Su Song and said, "Grandpa Su, what do you think?"

Su Song was leaning on crutches, and was sitting in a very similar position to Wen Yanbo, two elderly people over 70 years old, with old faces and crutches on both hands.

Su Song slowly raised his head, noticed all the gazes, pondered for a moment, and said, "Zhao Tian's memorial is to distinguish between Zhao Tian. Is he attacking all the officials of our Song Dynasty or attacking treacherous corrupt officials? Is it written because of rumors, or is it prejudice or is it really targeted?"

In everyone's eyes, Su Song said: "Don't rush to make a conclusion and call people over..."

Before he could finish his words, Pei Yin came in and raised his hand and said, "Grandpa, Zhao Tian, ​​have been summoned into the palace by the official family."
Chapter completed!