Hearing this, Li Chengqian nodded and said, "Not to mention the matter of physical training, there is only one thing that I don't understand."
"Your Highness, please speak."
"Is Cheng Chumo really a great poet?"
"That's natural. Chu Mo's poems are amazingly talented."
After a moment of silence, Li Chengqian frowned and looked sideways at his expression, "Can you explain why?"
Zhang Yang smiled in surprise, "Is there any explanation for this? Chu Mo is a great poet, there is no doubt about it."
Li Chengqian stood up and said slowly: "I really can't believe what you say."
Seeing Li Chengqian enter the house, Zhang Yang said again: "If the prince doesn't believe me, I can read a poem that Chu Mo wrote before. It is a good poem handed down from generation to generation."
"No need..." Li Chengqian sighed with sadness on his face.
"The prince doesn't want to hear it?"
"I won't believe it when you explain that I feel like I'm being bullied."
"I plan to publish a collection of poems and I have already thought of the title."
"Stop talking."
Li Chengqian's expression was slightly defeated, as if he was doubting life and a little lost.
The medical officers from the Imperial Medical Office were examining the injuries of these old gentlemen, and several others were also examining the injuries of Wei Zheng and many clerical officials from the Zhongshu Province.
It is easy to invite these old gentlemen, but very difficult to send them away.
Including the ten old gentlemen who were in Taiji Hall at the beginning, there are now a few more. It seems that people from various places will continue to be sent to Chang'an City.
Half an hour later, Gao Shilian and Yu Shinan also came.
Zhang Yang followed Li Chengqian and stood in front of the door to greet him.
Gao Shilian leaned on a cane and said, "His Royal Highness is busy. I'm going to meet these old friends."
Xu Guogong was also well-known in Guanzhong at that time, and most of his close friends and scholars in various places are now old. Maybe some of them are really old friends of his.
Yu Shinan also walked slowly into the courtyard.
The scene at this moment was different from when Wei Zheng and others were talking. When the two old gentlemen walked into the house, the atmosphere here immediately became harmonious.
Everyone greeted each other, talked and laughed.
He was just showing his teeth and flexing his claws a moment ago, but now he was talking and laughing like this. Everyone had smiles on their faces. Only the people on Wei Zheng's side were still grinning in pain from the wounds they had just fought.
"Since we are all old acquaintances, it would be better to persuade each other." Li Chengqian nodded.
"Maybe Mr. Xu Guogong and Mr. Yu Shinan can resolve this situation." Cen Wenwen said cogently.
The two stood in front of the house, not knowing what they said. When Yu Shinan and Xu Guogong walked out, they shook their heads and sighed.
Gao Shilian said helplessly: "Your Highness, they have made up their mind, but the old minister is really powerless to persuade them."
Yu Shinan also saluted and said, "I can't persuade them."
Li Chengqian quickly helped the two of them up, "I'm very grateful that you two can come. It's freezing and we should go back and rest early."
"Old minister, please retire."
His Royal Highness watched them leave.
Zhang Yang looked back and glanced at the old gentlemen present, who looked even more proud.
"I'd better report to my father and continue to send people to put these old gentlemen under house arrest. Although it won't solve the current situation, at least there will be room for relaxation."
Just as he was about to leave, seeing Zhang Yang still standing there, Li Chengqian stopped again, "I told you not to say anything, are you really going to say nothing?"
Zhang Yang folded his hands and replied: "I've thought of a way."
Cen Wenwen hurriedly stepped forward, "Why didn't Mr. Zhang tell you earlier?"
Zhang Yang walked down the stone steps in front of the house and whispered: "I think these old gentlemen value reputation more than their lives. They can throw away their lives at any time, but they can fight for their reputation with Mr. Zheng and others.
"
"Just tell me."
"Forget it." Zhang Yang sighed, "This method is probably inappropriate."
Cen Wenwen said anxiously: "The matter has reached this stage, please tell me frankly, and I will consider it with the prince."
Zhang Yang spread his hands and said: "Brother Wenwen, it's you again! If you tell me this method, you will hurt me again."
Feeling ashamed and speechless, Cen Wenwen decided in his heart that he didn't want to talk to this Minister Zhang next time. It was so tiring to talk to him.
Looking at this relatively simple house, Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and said: "This method is a bit clumsy. I don't know if His Highness the Crown Prince can accept it."
"Speak now and listen."
After saying what he was thinking, Zhang Yang waited for the two people's reactions.
Li Chengqian had a distinguished expression on his face, "I have something urgent to do in the East Palace, so just pretend I haven't been here."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince left, walking so fast that he almost tripped over in his haste.
Zhang Yang turned to look at Cen Wenwen, "What do you think, Brother Wenwen?"
"It's a bad idea, let's give it a try."
"Then there's Brother Luo Wen."
"I'm going to go down to the official position."
This man's steps were also very fast. Zhang Yang glanced at Mr. Zheng who was still confronting the old gentlemen. The two of them looked at each other in silence and just sat there.
I looked up at the sky and saw that it was probably going to snow again.
After hesitating for a moment, I decided to go home first. I haven't finished yesterday's drawing yet.
That night, all the old gentlemen who came from afar fell asleep. At this moment, the door of the house was opened. It was late at night, and women in thin clothes walked into the courtyard with gentle steps.
They all come from Pingkangfang to take care of these elderly people.
Mr. Lu was sleeping soundly. He didn't realize that a woman had entered his room. He vaguely felt that someone beside him was exhaling like blue.
It didn't feel right, and I could even feel the other person wiping my face.
Opening his bloodshot eyes like a corpse, the old man saw a disheveled girl sitting beside the bed.
"Who are you!" he shouted immediately.
"This slave is here to take care of the old gentleman." The woman said coquettishly.
"I don't need you to take care of me!"
"Why is the old gentleman so angry?" She came to the bed and picked up the bed innocently. "Is it possible that the old gentleman doesn't like the humble appearance of this slave?"
"You! Get out of here." Mr. Lu rummaged through the bed and couldn't find anything except pillows that could be used to defend himself or resist the woman. This time he was completely awake and no longer sleepy.
"Old sir!" The woman came closer, "It's already late at night, not to mention the cold weather, it's already curfew outside, and there are patrolling officers and soldiers everywhere. Could it be that the old gentleman hopes that the slave will fall into the hands of those ruffians?
In your hand?"
"You! Don't come over."
Mr. Lu got off the bed in a panic and quickly put on his clothes. There was also movement in the courtyard. He opened the door and a gust of cold wind came in, causing his hair and beard to flutter.
He looked at his colleagues in the courtyard who were also panicking.
Everyone is trying to get rid of these women.
There are even people who are pestered by three or two women at the same time.
Why are there so many girls this late at night? How did they get here?
Doubts abounded in his mind, and Mr. Lu said loudly: "You must go out quickly. If you don't go out, I will call the officers and soldiers outside the door!"
As long as a group of girls stood together, the leader said softly: "Old sir, don't be angry. We are here to take care of you, not to harm you. Besides, you can just let me wait until I get back, and we can first take care of you with the money."
Done."
"What money? I never told you that I would come to serve you."
"How can the old man pretend to be a lake? If there is no money, what will I do here?"
Seeing that it was almost dawn, everyone naturally did not want to cause more trouble.
No matter how bizarre what is happening at the moment is, let’s calm down the situation before discussing it.
One after another, people went back to their rooms to look for money. Everyone rummaged through the room, but they couldn't find a penny in their luggage.
The first person to walk out was Mr. Shen. Before he put on his boots, he pointed at these women and shouted: "Did you take my money?"
Everyone also noticed this situation and found that the money in their luggage was missing.
The sky is about to open up, and the sky is already white as fish belly.
Facing the shouts and questions from the old men, several girls put on fierce expressions and said, "You old guys, don't make trouble, we don't take any money from you."
"It's not the old man who is stirring up trouble, it's you who are stirring up trouble."
"Ha!" A girl sneered and said, "Just come and search me! If we can find a penny, we sisters won't need any money for tonight's service."
Someone was about to go forward to search, but was stopped on the spot.
How to search for these girls who are wearing thin clothes?
At this moment, the courtyard door was kicked open by someone, and the person who came was the patrolling Guardsman officers and soldiers, "Why are you making such a noise!"
The girls first came forward and cried, "You want me to wait for the sisters to make the decision? These old guys let us serve all night but didn't give us any money."
The old man puffed his beard and stared, "Why have I ever asked you to serve me?"
"The old guy doesn't admit his fault, right?"
These girls are not easy to mess with, so they immediately asked with a fierce face.
A group of officers and soldiers looked at this scene with amusement. How could a group of old guys go to Pingkangfang and call out so many girls?
The officers and soldiers who followed coughed and said, "Since we can't explain clearly, we'll discuss it later in Dali Temple."
"Just go!" Mr. Shen straightened his clothes, "How can I be afraid of you if I am so upright?"
The young minister of Dali Temple is not here at the moment, and the chief minister of Dali Temple is in charge.
It was still dark before the door of Dali Temple was opened. Si Cheng looked at a group of girls and a group of old guys arguing with each other, and couldn't make up his mind for a moment.
After the two sides argued for half an hour, it was dawn and pedestrians coming and going noticed what happened in Dali Temple.
Rumors circulated for a while, and the matter was finally settled after Cen Wenwen came in a hurry and paid the girls money.
When the old guys once again walked out of the government office with dignity and dignity, facing the pointing fingers of passers-by on the street, they suddenly felt bad.
Mr. Shen stamped his foot vigorously, "I have fallen into a trap!"
In the discussion among the people, the story that these old gentlemen called the girls from Pingkangfang late at night and refused to give them money spread quickly.
It provides a very interesting topic for the residents of Chang'an City who originally lived a somewhat boring life. People like these rumors the most and discuss them with gusto.
Everyone returned to the house, and Mr. Shen knelt on the ground, "I no longer have the face to worship my ancestors. There are traitors in Chang'an City..."
It was in the morning that Zhang Yang came to the intersection of Zhuque Street.
Cen Wenwen rushed out at the appointed time: "Shilang Zhang's brilliant plan! These old gentlemen are already beating their chests and feeling ashamed!"
"I have no choice but to make this decision."
"I have already reported this matter to Your Majesty. If this plan can be a great success for Mr. Zhang."
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Yang called to him, "His Royal Highness just pretended not to have heard and informed His Majesty?"
Cen Wenwen smiled and said: "Of course I will inform His Majesty."
"Brother Wenwen..."
"What's wrong?"
"Why do you want to inform His Majesty?"
"Young Master Zhang, there is no need to be so excited. Only His Majesty knows about this matter. The prince and father-in-law helped with all the arrangements."
When they came to this house again, these old gentlemen were already packing their luggage. Rather than staying in Chang'an and being judged by others, it would be better to take a pleasant walk.
Cen Wenwen said respectfully: "Gentlemen, we can discuss the matter of the imperial examination again. Why go in such a hurry? We will explain clearly the misunderstanding here."
In less than half a day, word of this incident spread throughout Chang'an City.
What explanation does this have, let alone the girls from Pingkangfang. Those girls are equally unforgiving with their sharp tongues. They usually entertain drinkers and tell some interesting and strange things, and they will tell everyone about this incident.
Mr. Lu snorted coldly, shouldered his luggage and left quickly.
Zhang Yang cupped his hands and said, "Old sir, walk slowly."
Another old gentleman walked quickly to the door of the house and pointed at Cen Wenwen and Zhang Yang, "I thought you were gentlemen due to Kang's speech that day, but you are using such treacherous tactics."
Zhang Yang innocently said: "Who used treacherous tactics, Brother Wenwen? Is it you?"
Cen Wenwen bowed and said: "Why did Mr. Zhang say this? I have read the books of sages and understood the principles of sages, and I have cultivated a righteous spirit! How can I use treacherous tactics?"
"That's natural." Zhang Yang added: "Old sir, you see, we will not use cunning tactics."
"Who are you mocking? Are you mocking me?"
"You are joking, how dare you?"
Another old man left quickly.
Cen Wenwen was overjoyed, but he still had to persuade them to stay, and then sent these old gentlemen out of the house.
The two of them followed them all the way until all the elderly people left Chunming Gate and left Chang'an City.
Cen Wenwen sighed with emotion, "Xiaguan feels at ease now. Even if they die of anger halfway, it's none of Chang'an City's business."
"Congratulations to Brother Wen for solving a big problem."
"Why congratulations? It's just a shameful move. I will never do this next time. This is just this time. There will be no next time."
Just next to it was a wine shop. Smelling the aroma of wine, Cen Wenwen asked again: "Sir Zhang, can we have a drink together?"
Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't bring any money."
"The official has brought money."
"That's so embarrassing."
As he spoke, he had already sat down in the wine shop, "Shilang Zhang, please take a seat quickly."
When these old gentlemen came to Chang'an City, Cen Wenwen's heart was hanging. When they left, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
"Overcoming all difficulties, we will have a clear picture for the country and the future." Cen Wenwen raised his glass and drank it down.
In the palace at this moment, Li Junxian was reporting to His Majesty what happened with the old gentlemen.
Several young eunuchs who were clearing away the snow heard bursts of heart-wrenching laughter coming from the hall, and they also swayed in the cold wind.
Is it because the wind is too cold or His Majesty's laughter is too scary?
Li Shimin nodded cogently, feeling happy because he allowed the family's lobbyists to leave Chang'an City safely, so that no one in the DPRK would find fault.
The even happier thing is that I can use this incident to make fun of Zhang Yang in the future. There is nothing more enjoyable than this.