On the 30th day of the seventh lunar month, the Duhu Mansion will have a rest at the end of the month.
Yan Xulun, the deputy captain of the Shenwei Army, was sitting on a gorgeous tapestry, drinking fragrant tea and reading a book.
He is fifty-nine years old, but he takes good care of himself. His eyes are bright, his temples are plump, his skin is shiny and bright, and wrinkles are rare on his face. In addition, he has been exercising for a long time and has plump muscles. On the surface, he does not look more than three-dimensional.
Early teens.
Since the book was sent here not long after it was printed, there was still a strong smell of ink floating on it, but he didn't seem to mind it at all. He flipped through the pages carefully and nodded from time to time.
The text used in this book is not Tianxia script, but an ancient script that he asked Qiu Xueling to spend twenty years searching and sorting out from ancient bark books.
According to Qiu Xueling's research, this is the script used by the ancestors of the Antuco people, and he now calls it "Anwen".
Yan Xulun's own name is a typical Tianxia name, but he is actually a mixed Anxia person.
The Shenwei Army is now full of such people. There are even a large number of barbarians who do not know Tianxia writing and just take the name of a Tianxia person. For example, Su Kuang was severely injured by Zhang Yu.
in this way.
Therefore, the current Shenwei Army, regardless of their origins or their own interests, are the group of people who are most afraid of the Protectorate's contact with the Tianxia mainland.
A golden bell rang outside the courtyard, and a servant came in, bowed and said: "Master, Mr. Xiao is here."
Yan Xulun put down the book and said, "Invite him in."
After a while, a young man in his mid-twenties, holding a folding fan and wearing a straight jacket walked in from outside.
It was obviously not his first time here. When he walked into the hall, he bowed and said casually: "I wonder what Lord Yan wants me to do today? But what kind of article do you want to write?"
Yan Xulun signaled, and a servant handed a prepared newspaper to Xiao Qingshu. He said, "Mr. Xiao, what do you think of the person mentioned in the newspaper?"
Xiao Qingshu took the newspaper, opened it and read it a few times, heheed and said: "It turns out to be Zhang Shenzhi, this person I know, I have also noticed recently that all the articles about him recently are from the Security Patrol Committee
newspaper, this is obviously the Security Patrol Council building momentum for him, hoping to be elected as a 'scholar' next year."
Yan Xulun lowered his head and said: "Mr. Xiao is very accurate. Mr. Xiao, your brother is the head of the household, and you yourself have also been a writer in the Li Yamen Office. You must be familiar with the etiquette system. Please tell me,
This Zhang Yu, um, Zhang Shenzhi, is it possible for him to become a scholar?"
Xiao Qingshu said matter-of-factly: "If no one can stop it, then of course. Kill the newts and save the lives of a ship of people; sign a national treaty and retreat from thousands of enemies while talking and laughing; kill the incarnation of the gods and protect the chief of the government office."
, each of these items is enough for him to become a 'shi', let alone three of them he has done."
Yan Xulun's thoughts were deep, and he didn't show anything on the surface, but he was very wary in his heart.
The number of "scholars" is very rare, only thirty or forty at most. The reason why the number is uncertain is because some of them are too old and have been living in seclusion on the outer islands. They rarely come to participate in scholar meetings, so he does not
Find out if those old guys are still alive.
But it is undeniable that once he becomes a "scholar", Zhang Yu's background, current status, and attitude towards the Shenwei Army in the past are destined to be their enemy.
This is just about public matters, if we are talking about private matters...
In short, such a person who is destined to become an enemy must not be allowed to grow up!
He said: "Then ask Mr. Xiao, is there any way to prevent this and restrain this person?"
Xiao Qingshu chuckled and said: "I once asked about this person's past experience. He is a Xuanfu monk. He usually lives in seclusion and doesn't seem to have many hobbies. The only criticism is that he entered the academy through self-recommendation. Maybe he didn't do it for
Those old die-hards were pleased. Not only did he retreat the Hard Claw tribe and eliminate a war, he even allowed these barbarians to take the initiative to learn Tianxia writing and language. Those old die-hards may have changed their views on him."
From the perspective of the traditional conservatives, educating the barbarians and spreading virtues all over the world is an even greater bonus than repelling the enemy with words. This alone can make you ignore the matter of self-recommendation.
In fact, Xiao Qingshu still finds it a bit incredible that Zhang Yu could actually let Tuman offer to learn Tianxia's writing and language? This has never happened since the establishment of the Protectorate.
Some people said that this was the result of Yang Ying's 30,000-strong army. But he scorned this. When the Duhufu arrived, wasn't the army more powerful? No indigenous tribe took the initiative to make this request.
When Yan Xulun heard what he said, he was not anxious at all and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao, I believe you must have a way."
Xiao Qingshu smiled, and then he glanced left and right. The servant next to him was very eye-catching and immediately brought a soft stool covered with brocade cushions. He sat down and said: "Actually, it is not without breakthroughs. Shiyi not only wants to
It depends on the reputation of the city, but also on the public reputation." He drew a circle with his finger, as if stirring something, "There is room for manipulation here."
Yan Xulun nodded and said, "Mr. Xiao, please continue."
Xiao Qingshu opened the fan and fanned it twice, and said: "If you want to ruin a person's reputation, there is no better way than to start with his virtue. Many people have fallen into this trap in the past. This is also a tried and tested trick."
Yan Xulun said: "But as you said, Mr. Xiao, this Zhang Yu is a monk and lives a simple life. I'm afraid there won't be any stain on his character."
Xiao Qingshu chuckled and said: "No one is perfect, it just depends on how much effort we are willing to put in."
Yan Xulun heard his pun, smiled generously, and said: "Since Mr. Xiao is sure, then I will leave this matter to Mr. Xiao. If it comes true, I will pay the price as I wish."
"Okay!" Xiao Qingshu became energetic. He cupped his hands and said, "Then I will give it a try!"
After Xiao Qingshu said goodbye to Yan Xulun, he returned to his house. He spent the next few days searching for Zhang Yu's past.
It was difficult to check these things, but he relied on his brother being the head of the household, and through bribery and intimidation, he secretly forced an official from the Sihu Office to copy part of Zhang Yu's road documents.
He studied carefully and found that Zhang Yu had almost no records since he entered the academy. He only appeared in a few places before taking the Dafu. However, it was too remote and many places were abandoned. It was impossible for him to
Go investigate.
However, there are some places in the Dafuhao road sticker that are unclear.
But now it seemed that he could only start from here, so he decided to use gold and yuan to clear the way and ordered his subordinates to collect Zhang Yu's specific experience on the Dafu at that time.
After explaining the matter, he picked up the newspaper on the case and read it, but after just two glances, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's this Tao Sheng again!"
As a person who lives by his words, he hated the person signed by "Tao Sheng" very much.
In the past, under Yan Xulun's instruction, he would often make up some things, such as giving An people a lofty origin, or exaggerating An people's former tribe into a rich and powerful civilized country, or making An people
The light yellow eyes are said to be golden, and he is a descendant of the sun god, etc.
It's just that many of the stories he made up were completely cleared up by Tao Sheng, and they quoted scriptures and had detailed research and sources.
Everyone has to eat, is it necessary to be so cruel?
Fortunately, he was not helpless, and he always talked about him.
You talk to me about textual research, and I talk to you about legends; you talk to me about legends, and I talk to you about humanities; you talk about humanities with me, and I talk about blood ties with you.
In short, you say yours and I say mine.
But even so, because the newspaper has limited space and cannot accommodate enough transfer space, he always ends in disgrace.
However, the public really liked reading the debate between the two in the newspaper, and the sales volume of the newspaper also increased a lot, so it unexpectedly made him famous, which also brought him a lot of benefits.
What just makes him unhappy is that among the things that people like, he jumps up and down every time, and the way he talks back even though he is completely refuted.
For the sake of money, he endured it.
He put down the newspaper, glanced at the appointment letter from the newspaper office on the corner of the table, and snorted, showing disdain.
Now that I have Yan Xulun's business, do I still have to go up to him to scold him?
After sneering a few times, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and honestly began to compile the article.
This time, his thoughts surged, and he didn't stop writing until the evening. He looked at the article spread out on the paper. The writing style was smooth, correct and changeable, and he was quite satisfied.
Although he knew that this article would be refuted as worthless garbage in a few days, he felt a strange sense of happiness in his heart.
At this time, a servant came in and said a few words in his ear.
He asked in surprise: "Where are the people?"
The servant said: "Just outside the door."
Xiao Qingshu said: "Okay, okay, take people to the side hall quickly."
After giving the instructions, he changed his clothes and walked out. He saw a middle-aged man with a beard sitting in the living room, who looked very depressed.
But from the calloused hands and relatively fair skin, it can be seen that this person must have been a pampered person in the past. Although the clothes on his body are a bit shabby, they are very close to the body and must have been cut by a special person.
He cupped his hands and said very politely: "My dear, Xiao Qingshu, may I ask what you call me?"
The middle-aged man stood up, bowed, and replied somewhat flattered: "Helianzhan, Mr. Xiao, just call me Helian."