Since the strange phenomenon of Yin soldiers attacking the city in the past few days, the number of guards at the city gate has tripled.
Theoretically, the haunting occurred late at night and would not affect the flow of people in and out of the city gate during the day. However, there were several large wooden barrels placed under the city gate, filled with cool holy water, which was said to ward off evil spirits in the Twelve Shrines.
of holy water.
Anyone entering or leaving Bianliang City will have to be splashed with cold water on this winter day, which is said to drive away evil spirits.
Many people are opposed to this, and gradually, some people have become sick due to being baptized with cold water in cold weather, even some fanatical followers of the Twelve Gods.
In order to avoid causing riots, the sergeants at the city gate also made a compromise. Instead of directly splashing water with ladles, they wetted leaves and threw them at people.
This was indeed better than being splashed with water, but if it were a real person who got hit by it, he would shiver for a while when the cold wind blew.
Therefore, the number of people entering and leaving the city gate is getting smaller and smaller day by day.
It seems that everyone has learned a lesson, that is, not to enter or leave Bianliang City unless necessary during the recent period.
Today, the front of Bianliang City is quite deserted, and the queue to enter the city is not very long.
Two people dressed as Confucian scholars walked side by side, going against the flow of people entering the city.
The two Confucian scholars look to be over fifty years old. One is wearing white and the other is wearing black. The middle-aged man in white wears a three-foot green sword on his waist. Although he is older, his face is like a crown jewel, his beard and hair are neat, his bearing is extraordinary, and his eyebrows are bright.
Apart from his bookishness, he also carried an obvious majesty, as if he was a highly respected minister.
The middle-aged man with dark skin seemed a little thinner, his skin was not very fair, and his face looked old.
These two people are important core figures in the imperial court.
Gao Wenchong, a white-clothed Confucian scholar, was a first-rank official in the dynasty and worshiped the Prime Minister.
The black-clothed Confucian scholar Wang Huan was a third-grade imperial censor. Although he was not considered to have a prominent position in the capital city, he had the power to supervise all officials and even the prime minister.
The two important figures were dressed in casual clothes without any guards around them, as if they were ordinary old teachers.
Gao Wenchong had a sword on his waist, his expression was quiet and he had a gentle smile.
Gao Wenchong looked back at Bianliang City, and when he saw the ancient and majestic ancient city in front of him, he felt emotion for no reason.
"Throughout the ages, things have changed and people have changed, but only the country remains eternal in the world!"
"Inexplicable." Wang Huan glanced at him from the side.
Obviously, he didn't buy his old friend's sentimental poems.
Then Wang Huan thought of something again, squinted his eyes and said, "The poem you just read seems to be from Xu An. I heard that he blurted it out when he was surrounded by a group of prostitutes in a brothel, hum!"
Wang Huan snorted coldly.
Hearing this, Gao Wenchong was not angry, but just smiled.
Obviously, Xu An's reputation for plagiarism had already spread to them, and among these two powerful officials, Wang Huan had an upright personality and viewed things in black and white.
Since Xu An was born, Wang Huan once lamented that there was a genius in the poetry world of the Song Dynasty.
Over the past year, he had paid close attention to Xu An's poems and poems. After all, they were both scholars, and it was reasonable for him to like elegance.
Now Xu An was infamous and became a shame in the literary world of the Song Dynasty. When the imperial censor learned about it, he was even more furious and felt that he was blind before.
And the most important thing is that this man actually almost became his son-in-law.
"Although the character is bad, the poem is good. If I know who the original author is, I will definitely go and visit him personally." Gao Wenchong said with his hands behind his back.
Wang Huan remained silent and seemed to think so in his heart.
The two important ministers of the country were walking aimlessly outside Bianliang City, occasionally talking to each other, and spending most of the time thinking about their inner problems.
It's just that they are all doing the same thing at the same time, which is to look back at Bianliang City from time to time.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Gao Wenchong suddenly asked.
"The Xuan Shen Pavilion is about to be completed. What are your plans for calling it?"
Xuanshentai is a high platform built by Emperor Zhao Shuo. In the near future, the emperor will stand there in person and announce to the people of the capital that the Song Dynasty will now attach itself to the Twelve Gods Palace and become a satellite of this Western organization.
This day is not far away, and these two heads of civil servants still hold objections to this, but in the end they cannot resist the emperor's insistence.
On the side, Wang Huan sneered.
"I have already written my resignation."
Gao Wenchong was silent after hearing this. He lowered his head and looked at the road under his feet, seeming to be thinking about something.
But Wang Huan's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
He just resigned from his third-grade official position, but what this royal censor said was definitely not an angry comment.
The two walked another hundred steps, and seemed to feel that the atmosphere was too solemn. Wang Huan asked.
"Gongtai, what are your plans?"
Gongtai is the word for a high-ranking scholar. It is usually given to scholars and their crowns by elders or teachers in the clan. It is usually used as an honorific title or a title among friends.
The Chinese character for Wang Huan is "Huan Zhi".
"You just say goodbye, but it's not that easy for me. The future direction of the dynasty has been decided, and there is no possibility of his Majesty changing his mind. Compared with the emperor, he may prefer to be an immortal god, and we all know that your Majesty
The talent for cultivating immortals is extremely poor, otherwise it would be impossible to cultivate Taoism for more than ten years without any achievements, the only way is to rely on external help."
Wang Huan looked at Gao Wenchong and said, "Since His Majesty doesn't listen to you, what are you doing here? Why don't you go into seclusion with me in the mountains and forests, out of sight and out of mind."
Gao Wenchong shook his head, "I have been taking care of the court for more than ten years. Although I have no intention of breaking the rules, I am not as free and easy as you. Even if I die, I still want to look after this country. With me in the court, maybe it can be saved in the future.
There is no room for the Song Dynasty to be destroyed."
This time, Wang Huan shook his head. He no longer wanted to say more on this topic, but changed the topic and mentioned another issue.
"After I leave, you must do your best to protect the monks who are imprisoned in Dali Temple and the people who are targeted by the court."
Gao Wenchong nodded.
"good."
After that, the two of them had no intention of chatting anymore and just walked aimlessly on the land outside the city.
Before they knew it, they came to a small ruined temple.