Back at his residence, Yang Xuan was a little silent.

Han Ji arranged it in the front yard.

"In northern Xinjiang, more than a hundred cavalry could be dispatched to intercept Zheng Suo and the others, but the stage could not gather so many people in a hurry. Only Yang Songcheng and the King of Yue could do it."

Uda asked: "Mr. Han, is the power of the King of Yue in northern Xinjiang so huge?"

Han Ji said: "The King of Yue has a profound background and has many capable people. Furthermore, he values ​​​​two places, one is Chang'an, and the other is Northern Xinjiang. Chang'an has the emperor's important ministers and dignitaries who can determine his future, and Northern Xinjiang

There is his mortal enemy, King Wei."

"I understand." Uda sat down.

The old thief said: "If this is the case, I think the King of Yue is the most suspicious."

Han Ji smiled, "Oh! Tell me."

"Yang Songcheng and others are powerful. If their people were to pursue and intercept them, countless people would have been mobilized along the way. But there are still more than a hundred cavalry coming and going. It can be seen that the pursuers have no old friends along the way. Therefore, we can only

He is a Yue king with a weak foundation."

Yang Songcheng and other aristocratic families are powerful and deeply rooted. Their people can be found everywhere.

Han Ji praised: "Exactly."

Jiang He'er praised: "The old thief has been studying military books recently, no wonder he has improved. I will also read them later."

The old thief stroked his beard and said, "My husband often said that there is no limit to learning and hard work, but I just followed what I did."

Everyone nodded and secretly praised, thinking that the old thief has been holding on to the scroll lately, no wonder he has grown so much.

"Old thief."

Wang Laoer did not participate in the discussion and came in from outside holding his stomach.

"What's the matter?"

asked the old thief.

Wang Laoer stretched out his hand, "Where's that book? I need to go to the toilet, give it to me quickly!"

The old thief coughed dryly and said, "I didn't bring it."

Wang Laoer was angry, "I saw you looking at it earlier."

He held his stomach and said, "Ouch! You are so stingy, old thief!"

Seeing him turn around and go out, Uda asked casually: "What book?"

Wang Laoer quickly ran to the toilet and said, "The Story of Lianhua."

"The Story of Lianhua?" Wu Da's eyes shone, "Isn't that book banned? The old thief actually has it?"

Everyone slowly looked at the old thief.

The Book of Lianhua tells of a scholar who came to Chang'an to take the exams, but failed in his studies. He didn't even have the money to go home, so he could only wash dishes in a brothel.

But this man was handsome and could pretend to be pitiful, so he actually won the favor of the brothel girls. He traveled to the brothels in Chang'an, singing and dancing every night...

The novels of the Tang Dynasty have developed to this day, and there are more and more categories. Some people have found that things between men and women can increase readers' interest, so authors have added this new element into their novels.

At the beginning, the writing was relatively obscure, and most of it was ambiguous. As a literati, even if you write about something serious, you have to write it over and over again, but you will have endless aftertaste.

It was against this background that The Story of Lianhua came into being. But the book was written so boldly that it could be called a red-blooded book. One day, a big boss saw it and was immediately furious.

Subsequently, Chang'an Wannian County and Wannian County took action to investigate the book and completely banned it. By the way, the author was also invited in. It is said that he recently asked someone to buy sesame oil.

The Book of Lianhua has been extinct on the market for a long time, and many people are looking for it. No wonder the old thief can't let go of the book recently!

The old thief coughed dryly and said, "Nothing."

Uda sat over and said, "Lend it to me later."

The old thief whispered: "I'm afraid you will soil the book."

"I hold the book with my left hand."

Han Ji coughed dryly and said, "Mr. Lang said, it's disrespectful to come and not go. You're an old thief."

The old thief raised his head.

"Take some people to check out the King of Yue's manpower in Chang'an, and find out the leader."

Han Ji got up and went to the backyard.

Yang Xuan was still standing under the eaves.

"Mr. Lang, are you in trouble?"

"Just thinking about something."

"If there is any trouble, I would like to share your worries with you."

Yang Xuan pointed to his temple, "It's just me competing with myself."

Han Ji said with a smile: "This person has been competing with himself since he was a child. It was not until he grew old that he resigned to his fate."

"Yes!" Yang Xuan glanced at him, "Many times we face a choice, one is truth, the other is face. What's more important, truth or face?"

Han Ji said: "Everyone has a face, but many times, the face can be thrown aside."

"Face is very important in many cases. If you ignore unreasonable things or injustices, you will suffer in your heart, just like a sharp sword, constantly poking your face from the inside."

"I have a thick skin."

"Logically speaking, I am not a good person either. I have cheated, deceived, stabbed in the back, and added insult to injury...I have done all the bad things that I should do, and I have done quite a lot.

Logically speaking, when I saw what happened to Zhang Wuniang's family, I should be hard-hearted and indifferent.

But when I saw Zhang Wuniang’s smiling face, her rough hands, and when I saw her holding a kitchen knife and looking out from the crack in the door in panic, Old Han.”

"Mr. Lang."

"At that moment, I felt like I should do something."

"Has Mr. Lang figured it out?"

"I figured it out." Yang Xuan's eyes were dimly gleaming, "Behind Zhang Wuniang's family are countless refugees who are living in exile, and life is worse than death.

I couldn't bear it, felt sad and angry.

But what if I’m sad and angry?

In this world, the least valuable thing is emotion, and the most valuable thing is emotion.

What I can do is, after feeling sad and angry, give myself a goal to end all of this.

I don’t want to say that we can make this world free of beggars and homeless people.

But I will do my best to make everyone in the world live a better life."

Lang Jun’s wish can be called an ambitious one!

Han Ji was shocked and couldn't help but look up.

Yang Xuan's eyes were bright, "Wang's iron smelting produces smoke and dust. If you don't take good protection, people's lungs will have problems over time. It can range from a cough that won't stop, to severe cases like Zhang Wuniang's father, who is bedridden.

He won't live for more than a few years.

I have been thinking, how many more of the Wang family are there? What should I do?

After much thought, I felt that I should go to the Wang family and talk to the two brothers Wang Douxiang about this matter."

Han Ji said: "The aristocratic families claim to be gods. In their eyes, the people who work are like cattle and horses. The life and death of cattle and horses are never in the eyes of gods.

It has been like this for countless years. The superiors feel that they are gods, overlooking the human world, and regard all things as stupid dogs.

But they also had to eat, drink, and have sex, and they also had to eat, drink, and gamble.

The only thing they are nobler than the common people is that they hold the power of life and death in their hands. That's all."

Han Ji was a little extreme... Yang Xuan felt relieved when he thought about what happened to him, "But I was about to fall out with Mr. Wang, and now I come to the door to slap myself. So I hesitated."

Han Ji smiled and said, "Does Lang Jun have an answer now?"

He knew that Yang Xuan already had the answer, but he just needed to find someone to express the frustration and emotion in his heart.

"Yes." Yang Xuan said: "Since I want to do something for the world, what do personal gains and losses, and personal face mean?

Face is given by the people, and I work for the people with a clear conscience!"

Han Ji praised: "Lang Jun's words will embarrass countless people."

"When someone goes to Wang's house, tell them that I have something to ask for."

"yes."

This is to take the initiative to come to the door and give Mr. Wang a slap in the face.

But after making this decision, Yang Xuan felt relieved.

He was in a good mood, "He'er."

"Why!"
To be continued...