In the capital, only veterans like Ge Yong, who were too old and had too many years of experience, could live a carefree life that was so carefree that it angered both humans and gods. The emperor was scolded by the censors, but he scolded whoever he wanted. Most of the civil and military officials in the court dared not speak out. If one or two of his disciples stood up, they would be in big trouble.
The most important thing is that the old man is in good health, but ever since the emperor took power, he has no longer been involved in government affairs. He is not competitive, loves to eat and have fun, likes to argue with others, and his biggest hobby is mathematics... Who would be bored enough to mess with such a highly respected but somewhat childish old man
Therefore, when Ge Yong returned to Beijing this time, he met with friends everywhere and boasted that he had accepted a disciple who was proficient in mathematics. For a time, the literati circle in Beijing was in an uproar. Especially the direct disciples who had become university scholars or ministers, they were even more amused. Therefore, Tang Ming and Xie Wanquan, who were embarrassed by Ge Yong and were driven back, were interrogated additionally.
When Zhu Ying sent people to send the traitor Zhu Yu to the Shuntian government office with great fanfare, all kinds of discussions became even louder.
"What's wrong with the future son-in-law of the Duke of Zhao? Although Zhu Jing is a military commander, he has good handwriting and is well educated. He has no objection to me accepting his future son-in-law as my last disciple. Why should others care? I am his disciple, and I am the only one who is happy!"
At this moment, Ge Yong was sitting cross-legged, bragging to his two remaining old friends. He proudly played a letter Zhang Shou had sent him a few days ago: "Look, you didn't solve the questions he sent me last time, did you? The disciple is better than the master, you don't have such a good disciple, so you are jealous of me!"
The other two old men on the side chose to ignore Ge Yong who was showing off, and admired the chrysanthemums and drank tea with great interest, until the old man knocked on the handrail impatiently, and one of the short and fat old men glared at him unhappily.
"Well, you are proud of your good disciple who can beat you, but we all lose. Is that ok? You know that Duke Zhao Zhu Jing is in a mess, but you still wade into the muddy water. Aren't you afraid that your students will get a headache?"
"They have a headache, what does it have to do with me? Besides, didn't I come back from Rongshui Village? I'm giving them face."
As Ge Yong was arguing confidently, a little boy suddenly ran in from outside, holding two books in his hands. When he arrived in front of Ge Yong, the boy first stole a glance at him, then came to the other two, bowed deeply and saluted.
"Sir, Mr. Chu, Mr. Ge's new book is out."
After these words were spoken, the three contemporary masters, who had just been chatting and laughing or arguing with each other, could not help but look at each other in surprise.
Then, the short and fat Mr. Chu angrily scolded, "Old man Ge, you published a new book but you kept it a secret from us. What's the matter? Is it a surprise?"
Ge Yong was stunned for a long time before he yelled angrily: "Bullshit, I published a new book, how come I didn't know it?"
The one who moved faster than the two bickering old men was the tall and thin old man who silently took the two books from the child. He flipped through the books and glanced at them, then his eyes fixed. When he saw that the old man Ge, who was still proud of his appearance, was still glaring at the old man Chu, he suddenly coughed lightly and handed over one of the books.