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...
With the development of the Tang Dynasty, 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 to their own books.
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 it will leave you with 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 piece of cake. 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 long been extinct on the market, and so many people are looking for it. No wonder the old thief can’t let go of the book these days!
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 Yue King'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 smiled and said: "This person has been competing with himself since he was a child. He only resigned to his fate when he grew old."
"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, face can be thrown aside."
"Face is very important in many cases. If you ignore unreasonable things and 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 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 precautions, 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 of what happened to him, "But I was about to fall out with the Wang family, 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."
"If someone goes to Wang's house, tell him 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!"
Jiang Heer hurried from the front yard, his cheeks bulging, chewing as he ran, like a squirrel.
"Let someone make a charcoal fire, and we'll barbecue."
Jiang Heer happily went to make arrangements, while Han Ji went out quietly.
Not long after, oil smoke started to float from the backyard, and the aroma of barbecue followed it to the front yard.
"It tastes good." Tu Shang sniffed.
"It's not bad, just like Lang Jun's mood at the moment."
"What was Mr. Lang struggling with earlier? It's hard for me to ask."
"What happened to Zhang Wuniang's family made Lang Jun think about something."
"What?"
"ambition."
"Separate one side and govern Northern Xinjiang?"
"No."
"What is that?"
"Lang Jun didn't say it clearly, but I heard something.
Yes, the world!"
…
Zhang Linxing was one of the stewards left in Chang'an by the King of Yue.
The King of Yue was far away in southern Xinjiang, and what he was most worried about was the lack of good news. Zhang Linxing's task was to find out the news, identify the authenticity of the news, and deliver it to the King of Yue in southern Xinjiang in a timely manner.
"Song Xi."
After lunch, Zhang Linxing wanted to take a nap, but he had to cheer up and asked someone to ask the queen for instructions.
"Stewardship."
Song Xi comes in.
"Go to the palace and ask the queen if she has any free time there. If so, tell her that I have something to ask you to see me."
"yes."
Later the news came that the Queen was free.
Zhang Linxing immediately entered the palace.
The queen was sitting upright. The makeup on her face was a bit thick, covering up her sallow complexion and the bags under her eyes. But she couldn't hide the bloodshot eyes.
After saluting, Zhang Linxing said: "Your Majesty, your Majesty has sent people to bring fruits from the south. If your Majesty likes them, I will arrange for them to be sent to you from time to time."
The queen said calmly: "The taste is not bad, but it is a bit too sweet. Besides, transporting the fruit with fast horses wastes people and money, which I will not do!"
These words were implicitly accusing the emperor of using the official post system to transport lychees from the south to Chang'an for the sake of his bitch, the imperial concubine.
"yes."
This is just a reason.
The queen knew what he was doing.
"The emperor originally wanted to replace the Minister of Civil Affairs, but something went wrong in the plan, so Luo Cai retained him. From then on, Luo Cai became more thoughtful."
"Yes." Zhang Linxing secretly wrote down this matter.
Luo Cai will be more thoughtful, which means that Luo Cai's loyalty to the emperor will be greatly reduced.
Then there was silence.
Zhang Linxing didn't know what the queen was thinking, and thought she was taking a nap.
Sleepy in spring, tired in autumn, and taking a nap in summer, enjoy the world!
The queen looked steadily into space and suddenly said: "That old dog almost strangled the prince."
Zhang Linxing looked up rudely and saw that the queen looked sad and had anger in her eyes. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly lowered his head.
"Fortunately God protects me."
The queen sighed softly.
The female officer Yang Yu said: "I am tired."
Zhang Linxing bowed and said, "I'll take my leave, villain."
After he left, Yang Yu went over and gently patted the Queen's shoulders and back, "Your Highness is still alive. This is God's will. Why should I blame myself?"
The queen squinted her eyes.
Just when everyone thought she was asleep, they heard the queen say:
"Prince, why don't you go?"
…
Zhang Linxing left the palace and Song Xi was waiting outside.
"Record."
Song Xi had a very good memory, so he nodded gently.
"Your Majesty tried to drive away Luo Cai but failed. Luo Cai's loyalty may be in question."
"Um!"
"Your Majesty almost strangled the prince with his own hands."
Song Xi looked up and said in shock: "Do it yourself?"
"Yes. Your Majesty didn't say the reason, but thinking about it, it must have something to do with that woman."
"Women are a disaster."
"Men are the curse."
"Steward, your Majesty, aren't you angry?"
Zhang Linxing said: "Even now, can't you see it?"
"The villain is stupid."
"If the prince stays in the East Palace for one day, the king will not be able to fulfill his wish."
"Tsk! If the prince dies, the ministers will naturally make suggestions and establish a throne."
"Your Majesty has many sons, but the only one who has reached adulthood is the king. In addition, the king is the legitimate son. Unless your majesty deposes the queen, otherwise when the prince dies, the king will definitely take over the East Palace."
"Damn it! Steward, do you think His Majesty kept the prince on purpose?"
"It was intentional."
"Then what are you waiting for, Your Majesty?"
"Waiting for the imperial concubine to lay eggs."
"Haha! It has been several years, and the rain and dew have given me a lot of rain, right? But I can't get pregnant, so this is God's will."
"It doesn't matter whether God wills it or not, the important thing is that the prince does not die."
"What do you mean, empress?"
"Your Majesty looked sad earlier, but her eyes were cold."
"You mean..."
"There are sons on both sides. With the prince here, the king's situation will be difficult, even dangerous. The queen has weighed the situation for several years, and the family relationship has gradually faded away. She is afraid that she would rather the prince die soon."
"That's her biological son!"
"My biological son must die in the face of power!"
"When it comes to stewardship..."
"You have been following me for many years. I am trying to remind you. Be careful in the future."
"That's right, noble people will even kill their sons for power, so let's just call it a piece of cake!"
"Just understand." Zhang Linxing said, "But the king is kind."
"yes!"
"Let's work hard, and when the big thing is done, we will be the old people in the king's mansion, and it will be easy to get promoted and make a fortune!"
The two of them couldn't help but look forward longingly.
Behind him, the old thief and Wang Laoer followed quietly.
"That's him!" The old thief sneered and turned around: "I'm going to ask for instructions personally. I just said that I have found the confidant of the King of Yue. Do you want to take action?"
…
"Erlangjun, Yang Xuan's people came to ask if Erlangjun will be free later."
Wang Douxiang was stunned, "He? What is he doing here?"
Wang Yu happened to be following him on the board of directors. When he heard this, his eyes couldn't help showing joy, but then disappeared.
The aristocratic family has a deep city, but the young people are not old-fashioned like Wang Douxiang, and have not yet reached the level of cultivation.
"Said I need to see you for something."
Wang Douxiang nodded.
Yang Xuan got the news at home and took his people out.
"Mr. Lang."
The guard who came back to report found him.
"How?" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.
"I discovered Zhang Linxing, the confidant of the King of Yue. He just came out of the palace. The old thief asked if he would take action."
"kill!"
…
"Lang Jun ordered, kill!"
The old thief nodded, watched Zhang Linxing enter a brothel, and said to Wang Laoer: "I guess it will take half an hour."
…
Yang Xuan arrived at Wang's house.
"At the beginning, I gave Wang a way to protect the heart of the smelting craftsman, but it was just to get some cloth and connect several layers together to cover the face."
Wang Douxiang was startled.
"Use it!" Yang Xuan said: "It's not a valuable method, but it can save those lives."
Wang Douxiang said: "This matter is quite simple, but is this why you are here?"
Sure enough, in the eyes of these people, there are no ants at all.
This order!
Wrong!
Yang Xuan nodded, "Yes!"
Then he handed over his hands and said, "Goodbye."
Wang Yu couldn't believe it, "You actually came to see me for this matter?"
Are you crazy?
Yang Xuan said without looking back:
"The Tao is different!"
He looked ahead and felt that there were invisible ropes in front of him, blocking his way.
These ropes have a name: Profit!
This world is sick!
Need to scrape the bone to heal!
Wang Douxiang looked at his back and sighed: "You are now considered an important minister, but you have also offended many people. What you have done over the years has puzzled me.
I would like to ask, what do you want to do in the future?"
