Pei Ju's heartbeat immediately skipped a beat.
I sat back in the carriage and said to myself, I knew it wasn't that simple...
Luoyang Academy? What is that? A library, or a renamed Imperial College? Is it preparing for the opening of courses to obtain scholars?
His knowledge was indeed extraordinary, and after just listening to the words, he thought of opening a subject to obtain a scholar.
After working in the officialdom for fifty or sixty years, my sense of smell has become so acute that it can be called miraculous. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as knowing the arrival of the autumn wind when a leaf falls.
Pei Ju was a little nervous when he thought about starting a subject to get a scholarship.
Yang Jian and his son set up imperial examinations to recruit talents from all over the world, but the results were not satisfactory. Emperor Wen Yang Jian had a persevering temperament and could take a long-term view of everything he planned.
Yang Guang was so impatient that he made his intentions for the imperial examination too obvious. As a result, he made the imperial examination very difficult, and people who came from the imperial examination were also extremely marginalized.
After so many years of recruiting talented people, only very few of them were able to become officials in the court.
And this also increasingly involved the struggle between the wealthy and the poor, so in the second half of the great cause, the imperial examination was actually in name only, and even Yang Guang himself didn't bother to mention it.
Well, at that time he was thinking about conquering Liaodong and had no time to worry about the imperial examination or not.
Now that the emperor has changed, old matters are brought up again. It seems that the plot is not trivial, and anyone who gets involved easily will be in danger.
Thinking of this, Pei Ju really wanted to go to Chang'an to meet Emperor Li and see what kind of person he was. If he was like Yang Guang, he would definitely advise... well, stay away from this matter.
Of course, Yang Guang, the prodigal son, was definitely not as good as someone who could dominate the world. He was afraid that after his success, Emperor Li would become complacent and want to do something unparalleled by his predecessors.
An emperor like Yang Guang who paid too much attention to everyone's achievements but didn't care about the life and death of his subjects was really unsatisfactory.
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In any case, it was impossible for Pei Ju not to take this matter seriously, and he needed to write a letter to ask for orders. Once he heard it, he knew that he was playing tricks. If the emperor did not take responsibility, his ministers would be in danger.
Pei Ju thought with a grimace about his age and his current situation. He was really a scapegoat, and his mood couldn't help but feel a little lower.
But he had experienced too many things, and he had taken the blame for the emperor not once or twice, so he quickly calmed down again.
As the carriage shook and the team began to move forward, Pei Ju's eyes narrowed slightly. At this moment, he had already forgotten about the motion sickness and began to make preliminary plans for taking charge of Luoyang in the future.
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In April, the Qilian Mountains spread up and down like a long dragon, with no end as far as the eye can see. The snow on the top of the mountain is looming among the white clouds.
Compared with its majestic and majestic figure, the slowly moving figures at its northern foot are as insignificant as ants.
Cheng Zhijie was riding among the troops, his body wrapped tightly.
At this time, he took off the towel, spat out a mouthful of saliva, coughed a few more times, simply pulled off the towel and shook it well, shaking out a lot of dust, and then helplessly covered his face again.
Like everyone else, he and his horse seemed to have been rolling in the dirt for a whole day, and there was no clean place, especially since they had just walked through a Gobi Desert and walked for two whole days before seeing green again.
The howling wind followed like a shadow and seemed to never stop. It made Cheng Zhijie cry all the time. Before the tears reached his chin, they turned into mud and stuck to his face. He couldn't even pick it off. Cheng Zhijie swore that he had never cried.
So sad and embarrassed.
On the way to Guzang from Longxi in winter, he thought he had reached hell. Unexpectedly, leaving Guzang and heading west, he would be in a place where even the ghosts and ghosts of hell did not want to come.
He arrived in Guzang last winter, where he was warmly entertained by Fan Wenjin, Pang Yu and others, and spent the winter there, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, he would have to continue walking. Lao Cheng thought
He will probably die on the road.
If he really died like this, the emperor would be very happy to hear the news of Lao Cheng's death, right?
Huh, isn't it because I didn't go back to Yunnei with you back then? As for being so stubborn and remembering it for so many years, you are really petty. Fortunately, I lived and died with you in Liaodong...
Well, this is Cheng Zhijie's monologue. He didn't dare to say it when he was asleep. He had already experienced the emperor's trickery. After becoming the emperor, he could send people to the ends of the earth with just one word. It was more uncomfortable than death.
, it has become even scarier than it was back then.
Especially when Cheng Zhijie knew that Fan Wenjin had arrived in Guzang a long time ago, the emperor had not yet killed Li Yuan. How could Li Mi, Wang Shichong and others compare to such foresight and foresight?
So Cheng Zhijie suppressed the thought of relying on Gu Zang. In early March, when the weather in the northwest became warmer, he led his people to set off and continue westward.
If he wanted to return to Chang'an and live a good life, he had to go to Dunhuang. In fact, he had an imperial edict and it was not easy for him to stay in Guzang unless he left his head there.
Of course, Cheng Dabeard never gave anything in vain. Realizing that his life was in danger, he made many friends in Guzang City this winter.
Above are Fan Wenjin, Pang Yu, Wei Shizheng and others. After Cheng Dabeard "accidentally" told stories about Yunnei and Liaodong, several people looked at the envoy from Chang'an with admiration and would invite him to drink and have fun from time to time.
Cheng Zhijie had a clear idea in his mind that these people had eaten enough in the northwest and wanted to go back to Chang'an to enjoy their lives, so they came and went, and Cheng Dabeard had some more fair-weather friends.
He not only made friends with dignitaries in the northwest, he also traveled around Guzang City in the winter and made friends with many people. It can be said that he was always preparing for this year's trip.
So when he was on the road again, in addition to the 500 elite soldiers given to him by Pang Yu, there were also a group of guides from various ethnic groups. They all confided in him and called him brothers, hoping that this noble man from the east could take them back to the Central Plains.
Enjoy.
This undoubtedly made his trip a lot smoother. With these experienced horses and the fact that they had some relationship with various tribes in the northwest, he avoided a lot of trouble.
For example, if the team encounters those nomadic tribes, they can go in and enjoy the hospitality. If they encounter the guys who work part-time as road breakers, they can shout a few times and those people will leave without having to fight hard.
In fact, with the protection of the five hundred elite soldiers, it won't be a big deal. As long as the desperadoes in the northwest have some eyesight, they will not be in trouble with this kind of regular army. They are so skillful that they seek death.
Therefore, the biggest difficulty they faced was the harsh geographical environment in the northwest. The ruthless bandits from Shandong and Henan finally clearly felt the malice from God.
This chapter has been completed!