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Chapter 226 Two Two Four, Autumn Wind Sword Lonely Tears (Part 2)

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    When Sun Yuanqi heard that Zhang Zhidong vomited blood at the military aircraft, three days had passed.  In Hubei, Sun Yuanqi was Zhang Zhidong's subordinate; now in the academic department, he is still Zhang Zhidong's subordinate.  From this relationship point of view, Sun Yuanqi should visit him no matter what.

    According to the usual practice, Sun Yuanqi went to Lianzi Hutong before going to Zhang Mansion.  The old man opened his dim eyes: "Ah, you haven't gone yet? I thought you had gone to visit early in the morning!"

    Sun Yuanqi was a little embarrassed: "I have been outside the city taking care of the school affairs for the past two days. I didn't hear the news until I entered the city today, so I hurried over to ask my uncle for his opinion."

    "Go, of course you have to go! Xiangtao has always taken good care of you over the years, and now he is trying to control the situation. As a subordinate and junior, how can you not go and visit?" The old man frowned and said, "I don't know.  How is Xiang Tao's condition? Nowadays, all the Han ministers in the court respect Xiang Tao. If he ever reveals anything, I'm afraid the world will be troubled. Alas, I hope Xiang Tao recovers soon!"

    Sun Yuanqi stood up and said goodbye: "In that case, I will go visit you now and report the specific situation to you when I come back."

    "Wait a moment. I'm going to write a note to say hello to Xiang Tao. You can bring it to him for me." The old man put on his reading glasses, took the letter paper, tremblingly wrote a few lines, folded it and handed it to him.  Sun Yuanqi.

    When Zhang Zhidong fell ill, all officials from the capital, big and small, went to express condolences. For a time, the alley in front of Zhang's mansion was blocked by official sedan chairs.  Sun Yuan arrived at the entrance of the alley and was about to get off the sedan chair and walk. Unexpectedly, the officials saw a four-carry sedan with a soap cover, soap curtains and silver top coming, and hurriedly moved out of the way.

    In the residence of the Minister of Military and Aircraft, officials of the fifth rank and below can only look back and sigh, while officials of the third rank and above can reluctantly go in for a cup of tea.  Fortunately, the Zhang Mansion concierge was still the same as when he was in Hubei. He saw Sun Yuanqi through the crack in the door and quickly opened the door to welcome him in.

    The person in line at the back waited at the door for a long time but failed to enter the house. He was very dissatisfied when he saw this: "Whose house is this? Why is it so arrogant? You don't even need to hand over a greeting card. You can get in as soon as the door is opened."

    Men Qing was standing nearby and replied: "Don't you know him? He is Sun Yuanqi, the left minister of the academic department."

    "Is the son of the Minister a great person?" The person who started to speak was a bit disdainful, "This is the capital of the imperial city. The most important thing is the princes, nobles and officials' children. A fallen leaf can hit several yellow and red ribbons. He will  Why is the son of the minister so arrogant?"

    The man who answered sneered: "Didn't you hear clearly? The man who just entered is the minister himself, and his great-uncle is Shouzhou Zhongtang! Why, do you think you look down on him?"

    "Ah, that man is the minister?" The person who spoke was dumbfounded, "Why is he so young? I think he is less than thirty years old, right?"

    "He looks quite young! Of course, his actual age is not that old either. He is only thirty-three or four years old this year. There are rumors in the government and the public that he is the youngest Han minister in the imperial court. As long as nothing happens, he can be in charge of a movie before he is forty years old.  Or you can dominate a province, and you can enter the military before the age of fifty. Do you think the Zhang family can't open the door to welcome such young talents?"

    "Brother, you are indeed very knowledgeable. I have learned a lesson from you!"

    Sun Yuanqi was naturally unaware of the conversation between the two at the door. After entering the door, he asked: "How is Xiangshuai's health? When I came this time, my uncle Shouzhou also asked me to send my greetings to Xiangshuai."

    The concierge held out a cup of fragrant tea: "Master Sun, please wait a moment. I will go to the backyard to ask if my master can see the guests." After a while, the concierge came back: "Master Sun, my master has invited you!"

    As the servant came to the study, he opened the door and saw Zhang Zhidong leaning on the bamboo couch next to the desk reading, with his sons Zhang Renquan and Zhang Renkan taking care of him.  It is now August in the Western calendar. The weather outside is unbearably hot, but the room is cool and pleasant. Zhang Zhidong is even covered with a thin blanket.  I think there were a lot of ice cubes in the room.

    Seeing Sun Yuanqi entering the door, Zhang Zhidong put down his book, and Zhang Renquan and Zhang Renkan also stood up quickly.  Sun Yuanqi stepped forward and saluted Zhang Zhidong, thinking: As one of the four famous officials of the late Qing Dynasty, Zhang Zhidong made important contributions to the development of modern heavy industry and education in China. It is not a shame to kowtow to him.

    Zhang Zhidong waved his hand: "Bai Xi is too polite."

    Hearing this, Zhang Renquan and Zhang Renkan quickly came over to help Sun Yuanqi up.  Zhang Renquan, who is in his forties, is now a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, while Zhang Renkan is about the same age as Sun Yuanqi and is a trainee wailang in the Ministry of Posts and Communications.  Although they are both "langs", the Langzhong and Yuanwailang are far inferior to the ministers. How dare they accept Sun Yuanqi's gift.

    Sun Yuanqi took out the old man's letter from his arms and handed it over: "Xiang Shuai, this is a letter from my uncle Shouzhou. Please read it."

    &nb??.  According to my opinion, what kind of Han people are there?  It¡¯s clear that the Manchus are rejecting the Han people!  "Having said this, Zhang Zhidong rummaged around on the table for a moment, picked up a piece of paper and handed it to Sun Yuanqi.

    When Sun Yuanqi looked carefully, he saw a poem recently written by Zhang Zhidong, titled "Reading Xiangshan New Yuefu":

    Sincerity touches people's hearts and makes them return home. In the end of the world, the king and his ministers will be separated from each other.

    It should be noted that people are moved by the heaven, and tears shed in the allegorical poem of Xiangshan.

    After reading for a long time, Sun Yuanqi didn't understand the meaning of the poem, so he had to put down the poem and said with some shame: "I'm really ashamed! I still have a superficial understanding of Western learning, but I know nothing about middle school. I don't know anything about Xiang Shuai's poems."  How to read it clearly."

    Zhang Zhidong said a little tiredly: "If you don't understand it, then you don't understand it. Not many people in the world can understand it anyway. If others read it, they will only think that I am complaining. In fact, who can really understand what I mean?"  "

    Sun Yuanqi said: "Xiang Shuai, I have caused so much trouble today, please forgive me! I also hope that Xiang Shuai will take good care of your body, take care of yourself, and recover as soon as possible."

    Zhang Zhidong slowly shook his head: "I am already terminally ill, and I don't have much time left! In fact, every time I think about the situation, my heart is already filled with despair. 'The carriage and horse have not left the saddle, and you will know that you will die only when the situation arises.'"  Until now, I can truly appreciate the sorrow and bitterness of Li Wenzhonggong's poem." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your  Support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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