Chapter 785 The Good Don't Come

An inconspicuous alley in the southwest corner of Zhengdongfang in the capital is called Xuejia Hutong. Gai got his name because a celebrity or a former official surnamed Xue had been here, and no one knew the actual situation.

It's just that more than a dozen families living in this alley are no longer surnamed Xue, and the alley is narrow and old, and the houses on both sides are also old houses. There are wet mottled marks on the walls, and there are many dead grass destroyed by ice and snow in the cracks, which are wet and sticky on the wall. The main color in the alley is gray, and the cold wind blowing through the alley stands here. I feel very uncomfortable in my heart and just want to leave quickly.

However, this is not the case. In this dilapidated alley, there are many people coming and going, and these people are not dressed as ordinary people. Some of them have square towels, some are gorgeous and elegant, and some are dressed in red, which can roughly judge their identity. They are officials, rich and noble, and readers.

All people come and go in and out of an old courtyard gate at the end of the alley, which is also the only place with different colors in the alley. A piece of green and vigorous bamboo emerging from the courtyard wall is the only fresh place in this gray and cold alley.

Song Nan stood at the entrance of the alley in a cotton robe and looked like an ordinary Confucian. People who came and went did not recognize the young man in the cotton robe in front of him as Song Nan, the powerful Duke of Zhen today.

"Is that house Wang Shouren's house in Beijing?" Song Nan asked in a low voice.

Sun Xuan dressed as an ordinary old man nodded and said, "Yes, Wang Shouren's house is the only one in Beijing. It should be right to see the endless flow of people. These are all admired to listen to his teachings.

Song Nan nodded, stepped into the alley, followed the two Confucian students and walked to the green bamboo swaying house. Although he had already seen Wang Shouren many years ago, Wang Shouren was only Wang Shouren, a minor official in the military department. Now he has become the Duke of Daming, and Wang Shouren is not idle except for merit. He is not as good as himself, but he has become an academic leader.

In fact, at this moment, Song Nan still admires Wang Shouren. Although his success is based on 500 years of insight, Wang Shouren relies on real ability. Philosophical theory has never been Song Nan's strength. Wang Shouren can create a philosophical theory that stands side by side with Cheng Zhu's science. No matter from which angle, this person can only be described in two words: awesome!

The two Confucian students in front of them came to the simple courtyard and suddenly stopped. They looked at each other and tidyed up their clothes and appearance, as if they were going to see their father-in-law. After a long time, they looked at each other and felt it was appropriate, so they stepped on the steps and knocked on the door gently.

The door of the courtyard creaked, and a young servant poked out his head. Two Confucian students saluted and said, "I'm disturbed. Shandong Chen Wanfang and Li Chengyuan came to visit Mr. Yangming. Please inform me on your behalf."

The servant also saluted, "It's unfortunate that you two are ready to take a nap. More than a dozen people came in the morning. Sir is tired. Why don't you come again another day? Sir hasn't had a good rest these days."

The two Confucian students looked disappointed, but they still arched their hands and said humbly, "So that's it. Then I'll come back tomorrow to visit and talk about it."

The servant said, "Thank you for your understanding. Please do it tomorrow morning."

The two Confucian students turned down the steps and passed Song Nan. The servant in the door had also seen Song Nan and Sun Xuan and wondered, "Are you also here to visit Mr. Sir, there is no guest at this moment.

Song Nan smiled and said, "The two of us have something important to visit Mr. Yang Ming. I don't know if we can communicate."

The servant shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. You guys are very tired. Besides, you people don't understand the rules of the gentleman. In the afternoon, it's time for you to take a nap. In the afternoon, you are busy with official business and books. That's absolutely no guests. Please come back."

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to close the door. Sun Xuan stepped forward and stretched out his hand across the crack of the door to prevent the servant from closing the door. The servant said angrily, "Why is it so rude?"

Before Sun Xuan said anything, Song Nan had handed over a piece of paper, which was a silver ticket of 100 taels. The servant's eyes were bright, but he said, "What is this? What is this?"

Song Nan smiled and said, "I'm sorry to tell you that a student named Song Nan came to visit. If Mr. Yangming didn't see him, we turned our heads and left. Whether you see it or not, I will give you this little meaning. Thank you for your hard work, brother.

The servant stared at the silver ticket with 100 taels of silver and obviously struggled. He was not only indignant at Song Nan's ** naked**, but was attracted by the huge amount of money of 100 taels of silver. It should be known that his monthly wages were only three taels. With just a stretch of his hand, it was equivalent to three years' wages for nothing, and the family's life immediately turned upside down.

"Well, I won't force you if you don't. We'll come again tomorrow morning so as not to embarrass you." Song Nan slowly pulled the silver ticket back from the crack of the door with a smile. Seeing that the silver ticket was about to leave him, the servant couldn't stand it anymore. He reached out and grabbed it like lightning, held it in his arms and said, "Wait a minute." Then he turned around and walked away.

Song Nan smiled and looked at the servant's back and said to himself, "But it doesn't seem so magical."

Sun Xuan wondered, "What do you mean, my lord?"

Song Nan said, "I mean, Mr. Yang Ming can't even abandon the greed of one of his own doormen. There is a lot of rumors about his learning, but I have some insights."

Sun Xuan laughed and said, "You are too much. There is such a test, but it is true that the people around you can't edify it. I'm afraid it's a little difficult to justify yourself."

While talking, the footsteps in the courtyard sounded. The servant hurriedly came and ran out of breath. He came to Song Nan and Sun Xuan and said unspeakably, "You two, the little man has reported that you can't see you."

Sun Xuan said in astonishment, "Don't you see?"

"Yes, sir said he didn't see you."

Sun Xuan doubted, "Don't swallow the money and don't report it. Just run to make a look."

The servant said angrily, "What are you talking about? Am I that kind of person? The gentleman just said that whether you see it or not, you have given me the money, and I have indeed made it to you.

Sun Xuan said, "Did you say the name Song Nan?"

The servant said, "Yes, sir, others can make an exception, but only this Song Nan comes, but he resolutely doesn't see it."

Sun Xuan looked like Song Nan. Song Nan smiled awkwardly and said, "It seems that I don't have a good impression in people's minds. I can't do it. I didn't know I was so annoying."

Sun Xuan said, "What should I do now?"

Song Nan smiled and said, "What else can I do? Do you want to break through? Don't give face to face, then don't give face.

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pushed the two doors open. He raised his foot and crossed the threshold. The servant exclaimed, "You guys are so bold. Do you dare to break into Mr. Yangming's private house? Who are you?"

Several servants also came from all over the courtyard, shouting and shouting. Sun Xuan put his hand into his waist and took out a waist card and held it high. "Song Nan, the Duke of Daming Town, cooperated with Sun Xuan, Fusi Town of Daming Jinyiwei South Town, to see Lord Wang Shouren, the governor of Gannan, to discuss his official duties, and all retreat for me."

As soon as his identity became clear, the servants were almost scared to pee in their trousers. They lingered and did not dare to approach. The two clever people had already gone to the inner house to inform Wang Yangming. Song Nan walked all the way into the main hall with his hands behind his hands. He sat on the teacher's chair and waved his hand and said, "Is it rude to treat guests in Lord Wang's house? Why didn't anyone come to warm up with a cup of hot tea?

A servant hurried to make tea. As soon as he was placed in front of Song Nan, he heard a majestic cough from behind the hall. A low voice came and said, "The Duke of Zhen and Jinyi Weinan Town Fusi came to the door, but what's wrong have I done?"

The words fell, and the curtain was raised. A 40-person man in black robe appeared in the hall. Song Nan looked up and looked up. With a square face and thick eyebrows and big eyes, he could faintly see what he looked like, but his face was full of wrinkles, and his beard was also around his cheeks and lips. He was much older, but he revealed an unspeakable majesty and Be confident.

This is the great Confucian Wang Shouren, a great philosopher who enjoyed the respect of others until later generations, and stood in front of him with his eyes.

"Lord Wang, I'm bothering you." Song Nan got up and arched his hand.

Wang Shouren snorted coldly, "Prince Zhen, have I, committed any crime?"

Song Nan smiled and said, "What do you say?"

Wang Shouren said, "Jinyiwei broke into the door. Isn't he going to come and get someone from Wang? What's not a crime?"

Song Nan laughed and said, "No, no, I just came to visit."

"Have you visited like this? In your town's view, breaking into a private house without invitation is called a visit? It's the first time I've seen Wang live so much.

Song Nan waved her hand and said, "Lord Wang, I don't want to do this. Who told you to see me, Song Nan like a snake and a scorpion? Everyone saw that Song Nan didn't see me, and I can only enter without invitation."

Wang Shouren sneered and said, "I don't see who is my freedom. Even if you are the Duke of Zhen, you can't care about the likes and dislikes in my heart."

Song Nan said lightly, "That's natural, and I don't want to care at all. You don't want to see me, but I don't want to see you either.

Wang Shouren said angrily, "Then please do your own."

Song Nan lowered her face and said awe-inspiringly, "Although I don't want to see you, I have to give up my personal likes and dislikes about the affairs of the court. I'm not here to see you as a brother. There are important official business to talk about. Lord Wang is now a great scholar in the world, but he is also my Ming official for the affairs of the court. It's natural for me to come to see you. If you don't see me, it's dereliction of duty. Is it wrong for me to kick your door in?"

Wang Shouren's face was ugly and suppressed his anger and said, "When you tell the truth, Wang has learned it."

Song Nan smiled gently and said, "Lord Wang, you don't have to be so tense. I haven't offended you. Let's talk about business. I'll come to you in person. You should know that this is not a trivial matter."

Wang Shouren nodded slightly, waved his hand and ordered, "Tea, look at the seat."