In Dali Temple, all the civil servants and officials looked at Cheng Chumo dumbfounded.
Changsun Wuji held a few copper coins in his hand and said, "I will do it. I will read more books and learn more from Zhang Yang in the future."
Gao Xingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "I understand."
Sun Fujia, the young minister of Dali Temple, smiled and said: "Since both parties have resolved the misunderstanding, the relationship between the ministers of Dali Temple is over."
Zhang Yang and Changsun Wuji led people out of Dali Temple together.
"I don't want the two families to get into trouble over this matter." Changsun Wuji stopped in front of the door.
"Of course not. I still have many things to ask Duke Zhao for advice in the future."
Changsun Wuji led the people to leave first.
Zhang Yang stood there and watched for a long time, and then left with Chu Mo, "You said you were reading a poem, how come you provoked Gao Xingyi?"
Cheng Chumo looked indifferent, "How could a certain family know."
When it comes to fighting, there are not many people in Chang'an City who dare to compete with Cheng Chumo, let alone a weak scholar like Gao Jixi.
Zhang Yang put his hands in his hands and asked, "When you were reciting poems, was he present?"
Cheng Chumo continued walking, "Not really. It was because I was afraid that the girl at the restaurant wouldn't be able to hear someone reciting a poem, so I read it loudly. You could hear someone's voice even a few restaurants away."
After finishing speaking, seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Cheng Chumo said displeasedly: "Why don't you speak again!"
Zhang Yang said melancholy, "I'm so silent."
"Um."
"Didn't I tell you? When you recite poetry, you should recite it softly."
"It's not because I'm afraid that people won't hear me."
It was very difficult to communicate with Shacai. Zhang Yang said solemnly: "I told you to recite softly, but your voice is as loud as Shacai's. Not to mention impressing people, you can even impress the government! You said you are decent.
? You have to pay attention to methods when doing things."
"You said it would work."
"Do you think this is a panacea? It's effective after just one sip of it. It's true! It's unwise to kill talented people."
"This matter was indeed done improperly. There is indeed nothing wrong with your poem, but it was used inappropriately."
Cheng Chu defaulted and lowered his head in acknowledgment of his mistake.
The two of them walked for a while until they arrived at the door of Cheng's mansion.
Seeing that his house was relatively clean, Cheng Chumo asked in a low voice, "Have you tried to persuade my old man?"
"A few words can't settle the matter. This matter needs to be discussed over a long period of time. I will think of a solution later."
"Thank you."
The two walked into Cheng's house while talking. Cheng Yaojin held a piece of rattan in his hand, "Is it ready?"
Zhang Yang nodded and said: "It's time to go back to the general."
"Hahaha!" Cheng Chumo laughed as soon as he entered the door, "Old man, your ancestors are blessed, your son is going to become a great poet!"
After the words fell, the courtyard was quiet for a while, and all the servants looked at the arrogant little general Cheng in disbelief.
Cheng Yaojin raised the whip in his hand.
Cheng Chumo couldn't help but take a step or two back, "What are you going to do, old man!"
I heard Cheng Yaojin shouting loudly, "Come here! Get this traitor down to me!"
"Here!"
The tribesmen in the courtyard responded loudly, and within a short time, Cheng Xi was restrained to the ground by a group of tribesmen.
"Zhang Yang! Save me!"
Listening to his cry for help, Zhang Yang saluted Cheng Yaojin, "General, I am enjoying myself. I will take my leave now."
"You won't plead for him?"
"Begging for mercy? Hahaha..." Zhang Yang grinned, "Not to mention begging for mercy, I want to beat Chu Mo."
"Then why are you still here?"
"I'll take my leave."
In the courtyard, Cheng Chumo shouted loudly: "Old man! A certain family will fight with you!"
Cheng Yaojin sneered, "How lucky are your ancestors?"
"Crack!" The whip fell with a loud sound.
"ah!"
A scream came from the courtyard.
On the Suzaku, the loud screams of Cheng Chumo and the sound of whips were so loud that even passers-by outside heard them and took a detour.
In Dali Temple, he wanted to save face for Cheng Yaojin, and when he got home, the general whipped his own son, which was considered to be a way of saving face for Changsun Wuji.
Over and over again, favors and misunderstandings have disappeared.
Anyone who can hang out in Chang'an City is an old fox.
Zhang Yang left with his hands in his hands.
The reputation of the great poet Cheng Chumo spread in Chang'an City for a while, especially if life is just as it was when we first met, and the sordid past is not enough to boast about, and the current dissolute thoughts have no limit...
Changsun Wuji brought Gao Xingyi to the residence of Duke Xu.
"Who can believe that Chu Mo can write such poems?"
"Yes, who can believe it?" Changsun Wuji stood in front of the door and warned: "Since Chu Mo didn't do it, who do you think it was."
Gao Xingchen thought for a moment and said, "It is said that Zhang Yang is a demon. He writes those weird stories and his writing is also good."
"That's it, now that I know why you ask this question."
"Understood."
Changsun Wuji was also dissatisfied with Gao Jingcheng's child. He was too impatient and would rather aim too high.
"As long as Zhang Yang doesn't confess, these poems and essays will belong to whomever he says they belong to."
He still looked confused.
Changsun Wuji became more and more disappointed, "Uncle is loved by others. If you still want to stand out, you have to think carefully about what you should do in the future, and you must also understand what you cannot do. When you replaced Zhang Yang as the temporary deputy of the Ministry of Rites,
What did Zhang Yang do?"
"he……"
Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "He didn't do anything."
Gao Xingyi lowered his head in frustration.
Changsun Wuji added: "When Chong'er had an unpleasant quarrel with Zhang Yang in the East Palace, Chong'er was criticized several times, but Zhang Yang still didn't do anything."
"It is people like this who have been repeatedly used by His Majesty in the court. Your generation..."
He hesitated to speak. He was his uncle's child and didn't know how to talk about it. He could only shake his head and leave with a sigh.
As he was walking towards the mansion, the servants on the side followed him and said, "Dong Zhao, General Cheng Yaojin beat his son with thirty lashes. The noise was so loud that everyone in the neighborhood knew about it."
Changsun Wuji stopped for a moment, said nothing, and just hurried back home.
On the morning of the next day, in the Tai Chi Hall, the emperor had not yet come to court, and there were a lot of discussions in the hall.
Niu Jinda said puzzledly: "I said earlier that there has been a monstrous wind in Chang'an City recently. I think it is the wind from your old Cheng family that has caused evil in the house."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Daliang looked melancholy, "Your son Cheng Yaojin has become a great poet. I am afraid that the scholars in Chang'an City will be ashamed."
Cheng Yaojin listened to everyone's words and said with a smile: "I have told him a long time ago not to just rely on his talent and knowledge to do food delivery. When he came back from Dali Temple, I gave him a good beating. If there is a next time
, must be hung up and smoked."
Qin Qiong glanced at Zhang Yang, who was standing calmly in the ranks of civil servants, and knew very well what was going on. "You know your morals. I will whip my son less in the future. I finally woke up and don't beat the child silly."
Cheng Yaojin nodded clearly, "No need, no need!"
Today's morning meeting mainly talked about the recruitment of civilians in the Hexi Corridor. I originally thought that this was a matter for the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household Affairs and had nothing to do with the Ministry of Rites. Di Zhisun had already gone to Hexi, and maybe he was preparing for the winter trade.
Hou Junji accidentally mentioned the Ministry of Rites on the topic of recruiting civilian husbands.
Li Shimin sat in the palace, stroking the handle of the throne with both hands, "Does Shilang Zhang think it is appropriate to recruit Tibetan people and civilians from the Western Regions?"
Zhang Yang stood up and said, "We at the Diplomatic Academy can send people to lobby the various Tibetan ministries and ask General Hou how many civilian men he needs."
"Fifty thousand is enough."
"Understood, I will give you a reply before next spring."
Li Shimin nodded, "If you have nothing to do, I will retreat from the court."
"Your Majesty!" Ma Zhou, the censor of the censor station, stood up and said, "On the 30th of last month, something happened in Luoyang. I was frightened when I heard about it."
The civil and military ministers in the palace were talking on both sides.
Li Shimin asked with a straight face, "What happened in Luoyang?"
Ma Zhou took out a memorial and said, "Your Majesty, I heard that many people in Luoyang denounced aristocratic families. Among them were two poor students, Liu and Zhou. They recruited many scholars to denounce them, but they were beaten to death by the children of the aristocratic family with sticks.
Beat him to death and leave him on the street!"
After the words fell, there was silence in Tai Chi Hall again.
Ma Zhou added: "But the local officials arrested three or two people who were scapegoats. This kind of behavior is shocking. Hundreds of scholars have written blood letters and are sending them to Chang'an City. Your Majesty, please take a closer look."
Li Shimin breathed heavily, "I have ordered the Yushitai Dali Temple to jointly investigate this case!"
Ma Zhou said loudly: "Here."
The emperor slowly stood up and said, "I have emphasized several times that officials should govern the Qingming Festival. Under the bright sun, something like this happened. If we don't find out! How can I have the face to hold the imperial examination again?"
"Your Majesty is wise!" the ministers shouted.
The emperor waved his sleeves and said: "Retreat from the court."
The ministers saluted again.
Wait for the emperor to leave in twos and threes.
Zhang Yang was still standing there, and Changsun Wuji stepped forward, "What do you think?"
Before he could answer, Wei Zheng walked over quickly and said, "Since the Spring and Autumn Period, the Warring States Period has been all about reform in order to strengthen the country. Naturally, there is no reform that does not save lives. The Tang Dynasty wants to hold imperial examinations and provide students with a right path. If it is a right path, then there will be no
The reason to retreat."
Listening to the conversation between the two men, Zhang Yang bowed and said: "The lower official will arrange for people to inquire about the place of origin and family members of the two warriors, and erect monuments for them to arrange their funeral arrangements. The matter in Luoyang will trouble Duke Zheng and Duke Zhao."
Wei Zheng looked forward firmly, "The Tang Dynasty will not give up on the imperial examination because of this. I will send Ma Zhou to Luoyang to give those two warriors a posthumous name. They cannot die in vain."
Changsun Wuji said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect such a tragedy to happen. This kind of thing will happen again in the future. Naturally, I will not sit idly by and watch."
Zhang Yang saluted the two people in front of him and left quickly.
I felt very bad when I walked out of the Tai Chi Hall. All the aristocratic families were just a bunch of villains who ate people without spitting out their bones!
There are always such bastards! For hundreds of years, no matter how the times change, they can always break bones and suck out marrow in this land of the Central Plains.
Zhang Yang smiled bitterly again, and suddenly felt that he had no direction, and there was right and wrong in the world... Everyone has his own ambitions, and even if he doesn't do anything now, some people will still stand up for certain things.
A warning saying from the past has said that to the rich, more will be given to him, and to the poor, even what he has will be taken away from him.
What a bloody fact.
As early as thousands of years ago, Lao Tzu said so thoroughly, the way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more damage.
But in the way of human beings, there is more than enough sacrifice.
Walking all the way to Chengtian Gate, Zhang Yang saw Li Baiyao waiting here.
"Zhang Shangshu, I will be crowning His Highness the King of Wei tomorrow. I wonder if I can go to Lishan to inform His Highness the King of Wei in advance so that the Rites Department can make preparations early."
Zhang Yang slapped his forehead, and I almost forgot about it, "I will go to Lishan today. Tomorrow you can just go directly with someone. Lishan will be ready."
"Here."
Li Baiyao nodded and walked back to the Ministry of Rites.
This guy had more white hair in his bun. Zhang Yang walked towards the Zhuque Gate step by step. In front of him was the bustling Zhuque Street.
Two poor students, Liu and Zhou, were beaten to death with random sticks.
This is a slap in the face of the imperial examination.
The aristocratic families have reached this level of unscrupulousness, and the masses, poor children, and those extremely ordinary people will soon know the true face of those aristocratic families.
This will be a major counterattack against the aristocratic family, and the collective attack is about to begin.
Before that, he had to face even more fierce resistance from the powerful families and aristocratic families.
Li Yue was sitting at home, supervising Xiao Wu and Xu Hui's writing. In addition to teaching them math, they also had to teach calligraphy and writing, but the focus was different.
"Husband, is there something on your mind?"
They just have their first child now, but the couple has known each other for many years, and they can think of a lot with just one expression.
Zhang Yang sat in the rocking chair, "I really can't hide it from you."
"But the affairs in the court make my husband worried? Does my father want to use my husband to do something shameful again?"
"Tomorrow is the day of King Wei's crowning ceremony. Let's go to Lishan Mountain."
"That's fine."
Even if she didn't say anything, Li Yue could know what happened in the court today. After hearing Aunt Wang's story, she felt very heavy.
After simply tidying up the house, the family headed to Lishan.
The cubs are getting bigger and bigger. If they get older, they can only be kept in Lishan Mountain, but the construction is done.
Zhang Yang was driving a carriage, and his wife's words came from inside the carriage.
"What happened in Luoyang? How will it end?"
"The fight against the aristocratic families will not happen overnight. There will be more and more troubles in the future."
"Someone will make the final decision on everything that is not right or wrong. We just need to have a clear conscience."
After listening to her words, Zhang Yang smiled, "Well, we have to have a clear conscience."
When the carriage arrived at Lishan, Xu Hui and Xiaowu led the little bear into the village, and accompanied Li Yue to check Lishan's accounts.
Zhang Yang walked all the way to Li Tai's residence.
Seeing that he was playing with the crickets and didn't realize his arrival at all, Zhang Yang raised his foot and trampled one of the crickets to death.
"Ah! My General Jin!" Li Tai screamed.
He raised his foot and trampled the other cricket to death, and then crushed it with the sole of his shoe.
"Oh my God! My king's general Yin." Li Tai cried out in pain, "My surname is Zhang! You have to pay, this is my king's general!"
Zhang Yang let go of his feet, and the corpses of two crickets were crushed. They died in a miserable state, and there was even juice splashing out.
"Why is His Highness the King of Wei addicted to such a boring game? I will play it every time I see you."
"General Gold! General Silver..." Li Tai held them up aggrievedly, "Uncle Wang gave these to me, why did you..."
"I dare to ask which uncle Wang sent it to him. He actually wants His Highness the King of Wei to play with things and lose his mind. He is very cruel!"