Han Zhongyan, the minister's right servant and servant, was strolling in his collection of books.
Beginning with Han Qi, the Han family built a "Ten Thousand Books Hall" in Anyang, which collected more than 10,000 volumes of books. After Han Zhongyan, another 7,000 volumes were added to the "Congshu Hall", which was divided into six warehouses to store books.
Not to mention the scholar-bureaucrat's house in Heshuo, this library has the largest collection of books. Even if you look at the world, it is probably among the top three.
Therefore, Han Zhongyan was filled with joy every time he wandered through the library, even if it was just a branch library.
Until the butler's slightly urgent voice came from outside: "Alang, the servants of the Third Young Master have received news that the Third Young Master has been taken away by the Kaifeng Mansion and has been put in prison."
Han Zhongyan was startled. The third young master was Han Xiu: "Didn't he go back to Xiangzhou? What happened?"
After the housekeeper finished explaining the situation, Han Zhongyan showed an unhappy look: "I have already told him not to stay in the capital anymore. If he doesn't listen, it is his own fault. Don't ignore it!"
The housekeeper was silent for a moment and whispered: "But Alang, that servant went to another room. I'm afraid that this storm will be inevitable..."
Han Zhongyan understood that Han Xiu's servants had gone to his brothers for help, and suddenly he had a headache: "My family is unfortunate, why did such a trouble-making bad thing come out!"
The aristocratic families emerged from the historical stage at the end of the Tang Dynasty. In the Northern Song Dynasty, family background was no longer the key to determining the direction of life. There was a large flow of class personnel. A boy from a poor family could turn over in one fell swoop if he became a Jinshi. Similarly, if the children and grandchildren of officials cannot obtain
Because of his fame and inability to guard his family well, his family fortunes declined quickly.
This is indeed very good, and it was also the reason why the scholar-officials of the Song Dynasty looked down on the monopoly of the Tang Dynasty. However, it does not mean that it is really fair and just. In fact, these scholar-officials were connected through blood and marriage, weaving a huge network, and forming a huge network.
The bureaucracy and gentry can influence the whole body.
Needless to say, blood relations, for example, Han Zhongyan is the eldest son of Han Qi, his second brother is the official Zanshan doctor, the third brother died young, he was the secretary of the Provincial School Secretary, the fourth brother was the official scholar of Huiyou Pavilion, and the fifth brother was the official of Huiyou Pavilion.
The younger brother became a bachelor in Longtuge, and the sixth brother married the third daughter of Shenzong, the Princess of Qi.
Han Xiu is the son of Han Zhongyan's third brother. Since his father died young, the other uncles took good care of him. This is also how he got the appointment of the magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture. After all, under the circumstances of Kaifeng prefecture's revolving door, this appointment was
The power is not small, and it is relatively easy. It is really a good job.
As for the marriage relationship, it is even simpler. Two words are used to recruit a son-in-law. Many high-ranking officials in the Song Dynasty came from very humble backgrounds, but looking at their wives, they were all wives from wealthy families.
Hence the emergence of a pattern where Prime Minister Yan Shu’s son-in-law was Prime Minister Fu Bi, and Prime Minister Fu Bi’s son-in-law was Prime Minister Feng Jing, changing the soup without changing the medicine.
Han Xiu is a descendant of the Han family in Xiangzhou, and not to mention the direct relatives in the family, even the huge in-law relationship is enough for him to ask for favors to find connections.
But ultimately, it was the Han family's prestige that was wasted, and Han Zhongyan lamented the misfortune of his family.
He didn't want to pay attention to it, but he had to pay attention to it. He came to the table nearby and wrote a letter.
After he finished writing a few letters and asked the housekeeper to deliver them, Han Zhongyan took out a volume of books and flipped through them, joy reappeared in his brows.
Who are the dandy juniors, what are the new and old parties? They are just passers-by. In books, you can forget the pain of the world, abandon the limitations of the body, and turn into a ray of spirit, lingering among the beautiful words.
The past and present can be understood in a moment, and the whole world can be touched in an instant.
It is not easy for him to be the prime minister without fighting or grabbing. Fortunately, he has books to comfort him and accompany him.
Read a book! Read a book!
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Zeng Mansion.
Privy Councilor Zeng Bu was reading the memorial and pondering it word for word.
He was already short and thin. Sitting on his knees in front of the table, he looked even more unattractive. In addition, because of his age, his back was a little stooped.
When he realized this, Zeng Bu immediately straightened his back, but felt a slight pain in his waist. He couldn't help but sigh, with a gloomy look on his brows.
Recently, there has been a trend in the court, saying that he is short, thin, and shrunken, and can be called a "tortoise", while another man is tall and upright, standing in the court like a bird among chickens, and is called a "crane."
Mutually".
If that person was Zhang Dun, that would be fine. He was both afraid of Zhang Dun and somewhat admired him, but the "Crane Prime Minister" who was in sharp contrast to him turned out to be Han Zhongyan.
Cowardly people, don’t they have a good skin? What’s so great about it!
Zeng Bu knew very well that someone was trying to sow discord between him and Han Zhongyan, but he still felt extremely uncomfortable.
Appearance attacks are sometimes useless, but sometimes they are the most disturbing.
Ever since, Zeng Bu unconsciously began to look through the transcripts of Han Zhongyan's memorials.
The number was small, but some words still caught his attention.
For example, "Be generous and kind, open the way for speech, get rid of suspicion, and refrain from using troops."
At first glance, this empty policy seems like nonsense, but Zeng Bu interpreted it in a different light.
Guangren'en is to recover the official positions that Sima Guang, Wen Yanbo and others were deprived of during the Shaosheng period.
The next step was to recall to the court one after another the anti-reform legal cadres who were said to be loyal, upright and dare to remonstrate.
Removing suspicion may seem to reduce some unnecessary disputes, but in fact it is most ambiguous and good at manipulation.
Needless to say, the last decision to quit using troops was for the Qing-Tang War. He didn’t want to expand the war. But now that the military and political affairs are exhausted, the Imperial Guards in Beijing are nearly half in ruins, and even a worry-free cave is not available, so he still wants to quit using troops?
Well, Han Zhongyan, who seems to be impartial and neutral, is actually the most stubborn element in the old party.
As a person who wavers between the old and the new parties, Zeng Bu cannot tolerate people with ulterior motives like this and must be captured.
At this moment, the housekeeper walked quickly to the side: "Alang, Judge Gongsun of Kaifeng Mansion Office, the Queen Mother issued an edict to arrest the thieves who secretly communicated with Wuyou Cave..."
Zeng Bu listened calmly.
Hearing that Gongsun Zhao received the edict from the Queen Mother, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Hearing that he quickly went to Xiaotianshui Lane to conduct a thorough investigation of Taoyao Square, he nodded slightly.
It wasn't until I heard that Liu Langzhong, Lu Shaoqing and Han Xiu were supporting Taoyaofang in the building, and they were all taken to the Kaifeng government office, did I feel a little moved, and a gleam flashed in my eyes: "I used to underestimate this Gongsun Zhao. It's true.
He is a capable minister who can thoroughly investigate the traitors regardless of his own safety... Good! Good!"
The housekeeper naturally knew that Alang was a person who liked fighting the most, so he reported it immediately. As expected, Zeng Bu sensed an excellent opportunity and started writing a letter.
After the butler read the beginning, his eyes narrowed and he hurriedly looked away, but he knew that with Alang adding fuel to the flames, the matter was really going to be a big mess.
Fight! Fight!
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Cai Mansion.
Cai Bian, Zuocheng, the Minister of Finance, is writing the poem "Dragon Snake".
In the calligraphy circles of this period, Mi Fu (fu), who had a "prosperous atmosphere", was first recommended, followed by Er Cai, who had a "huanghuang grand view".
The elder brother Cai Jing is also a master of calligraphy. The two brothers are both talented people, but they have different political views and have grown to hate each other.
Fortunately, Cai Bian played an important role in establishing the new master. Cai Jing has been demoted. Compared with him, this brother is still one step behind.
Cai Bian couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Zhang Dun and Zeng Bu, who had fought side by side during Wang Anshi's reform, but now became unsurpassable political opponents in the court.
At this moment, a confidant, a book boy, came quickly, with a look of disbelief on his eyebrows: "Sir, something big happened. Gongsun Zhao from the Kaifeng government office actually took off Lu Shaoqing's official robe and arrested him."
Enter the prison of Kaifeng Mansion!"
Cai Bian frowned: "How dare you, a mere magistrate of Kaifeng government, do this? What is going on? Let's start from the beginning!"
The scholar started from the beginning, but his inquiry was not comprehensive. The focus was still on the fact that the young minister of Dali Temple was stripped of his scarlet robe and was convicted of colluding with Wuyoudong.
But Cai Bian already understood the cause and effect, and showed disgust: "After receiving the Queen Mother's edict, he acted so unscrupulously. The warrior is really domineering. If this person takes power again, wouldn't he be committing treason?"
The Song Dynasty had a very different level of tolerance for literati and warriors. What's more, if Gongsun Zhao did something, even if it was done by literati, he would still be attacked by a group.
Cai Bian was already preparing to capture Gongsun Zhao and add to Shihlin's reputation: "Then Gongsun Zhao is so arrogant, has he ever found out anything?"
The book boy lowered his voice: "A captive lady has been rescued, and there is also food and grass to be smuggled into Wuyou Cave. I heard that it comes from the Beijing Forbidden Army..."
Cai Bian narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and suddenly said: "Zuo Zhengyan and Ren Boyu impeached Gongsun Zhao before, but he was punished by the Queen Mother. How is the health of that upright old minister?"
The scholar thought for a while and said, "I heard a few days ago that Ren Zhengyan was seriously ill at home and that he was demoted and sent out. That has been stopped."
Cai Bian's expression relaxed: "Pass the news that Gongsun Zhao has gained power, and I will go and pay homage to Gongsun Ren."
The book boy understood the idea and hurriedly responded: "Yes!"
Cai Bian's attention returned to the table, and a work with a broad layout and vertical and horizontal strokes quickly appeared. The exquisite strokes seemed to outline the chaos of the imperial court.
Cai Bian put away his pen with satisfaction and smiled lightly: "My opportunity has come!"
Calculate! Calculate!
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Ren Zhai.
Ren Boyu was lying on the couch, with his family members coming and going looking miserable.
Last time Zuo Zhengyan was so angry that he vomited blood and fell down. After asking the imperial doctor to diagnose him, they all shook their heads and left. It was obvious that time was running out.
Ren Boyu wanted to write bloody remonstrances several times, but he couldn't even get up from the bed, and he couldn't even speak. But at this time, his eyes were still staring, and he was thinking about one thing.
The evil thief Gongsun who brought him to this point must be eliminated!
But on weekdays, several sons would continue to report news. For example, Gongsun Zhao was scolded by the Queen Mother again, and the murderer of the county king had not been caught yet, which made the old father look relieved.
Only today, they were wandering back outside the house, looking at each other, not knowing what to say.
Why did this happen? What should I tell my father?
But as breaking news came in one after another, and even the old servants were discussing it, Ren Boyu on the couch faintly heard something and waved his hand to let them in.
Arriving at the bedside, facing Ren Boyu's questioning gaze, thinking of this man who must speak out and never lie or deceive, Ren Shenxian could only say: "Father, please don't get excited about what I'm going to say next..."
He spoke slowly, and Ren Boyu listened silently.
As he listened, this upright official suddenly straightened up, his eyes widened, and regained the ability to speak, but his voice was extremely sad and unwilling: "The sky has no eyes, and it cannot tell the difference between loyalty and treachery! The sky has no eyes.
, you don’t distinguish between loyalty and treachery!”
Plop!
After saying this, Ren Boyu suddenly fell backwards, his back hit the couch, and his hands fell down weakly...
Eat a feast! Eat a feast!
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Thanks to the book friends "Mu Shinozaki", "Xianhe", "Roggot Rivers", "Rabbit under the Laurel Tree", "Starry Sky and Sea", "KAEROU" and "book friends".