Fengwei Building is being expanded recently, incorporating Da Xi Yingying’s Qingliangzhai.
It is said that Xue Bai paid off his father's debt and sold half of his dividends, thus becoming famous as a filial piety.
"Are my sisters here?"
Du Wulang hurried into the back hall excitedly and talked about recent events.
"..."
"There are five of us. Xue Bai accompanies the emperor to prevent Genu from persecuting us again, and is responsible for protecting us; Yuan Jie is responsible for liaising with the emperor, writing poems and admonitions, and is responsible for expanding the momentum; Du Fu shows his talent, writes poems and essays, and then spreads famous songs to expose the situation.
The lie of 'There are no wise men in the wild'; Huangfu Ran paid a visit to his old friend, and in the name of Duke Zhang Qujiang's disciple, asked the Imperial Academy to come forward and ask for a re-examination; and I have a lot to do!"
At the end of his words, Du Wulang looked excited and raised his voice.
"After I report the news to my sisters, I still have to settle the village tributes. Sister, please pay me a sum of money later..."
Du Jin interrupted: "Where is Xue Baibai? I have something to tell him."
"He played cards all night and said he was going to take a rest."
"Where did you go to rest?"
"Of course I'm going home to rest." After Du Wulang said this, he remembered that Xue Bai only said "go and rest" but didn't say where he was going.
Du Jin frowned slightly and said dissatisfiedly: "He is still young, and he is accompanying the palace every night, playing music, playing music, and playing cards for entertainment. Isn't it a good thing?"
"Ah? I waited outside the palace all night."
Du Wulang wanted to cry out, but when he saw Du Jin's serious expression, he suddenly remembered something.
"Second sister, can you send someone to pick up Hao Changyuan from the Imperial College? Xue Bai said that the tributes who came to lodge complaints must be protected to prevent the slaves from jumping over the wall in a hurry..."
"Even though we sent people there, when they arrived at the Imperial Academy, the tributes from the countryside had been taken to Jingzhao Mansion. After the curfew, my people couldn't continue to inquire. They could only go there after dawn, but they still haven't received any news."
The feeling of uneasiness has always driven Du Jin to recruit people and seek information. But at present, the power is still very weak and there are many restrictions. She hates this feeling of being constrained.
"It's okay." Du Wulang imitated Xue Bai's tone and said, "I'll go find Brother Cishan and take people to Jingzhao Mansion to ask for someone!"
Since entering Taixueguan, although he has not bothered to study hard, the scholars have formed cliques, but he has learned 70% to 80% of his ability to criticize current affairs.
Carrying his robe, he crossed the threshold and ran down the steps. He raised his hand and waved it in the air, high-spirited.
…
In the small pavilion, Da Xi Yingying was giving instructions to Shi Zhong about the Qujiang Casino. She turned around and saw this scene, and couldn't help but be confused.
Shi Zhong followed her gaze and shook his head.
"The more I look at him, the more dumbfounded I am. My wife always thinks highly of him and thinks he is a good person, but actually he is not good at it either."
Since Shi Zhongdu said this, Da Xi Yingying nodded and said nothing more.
~~
As soon as we entered Wubenfang, we could already hear cheers coming from the Imperial College in the distance.
"Chun Wei is unfair, what's wrong with reexamination? Since we have done nothing wrong, I can only let him go!"
"Give way, the five sons of Chunwei are here."
"Who is that?"
"Du Qi has been persecuted and imprisoned by Ge Nu twice."
"A true righteous man is also..."
Du Wulang squeezed through the crowd and walked into the lecture hall. He was immediately pulled by Yuan Jie to the front of the crowd of disciples and village tributes.
When he looked around, he saw that everyone was looking at them, dressed in linen like snow. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and followed Yuan Yue's example, putting his hands behind his back and forcing himself to calm down.
"Gentlemen! Listen to what I have to say."
Yuan Jie stood tall and delivered a speech loudly.
"In the spring of Tianbao Dinghai, Ge Nu controlled the examination room with the name of "Wild Wu Yi Xian", and no one in common clothes was qualified. Then the case of Wei Jian was used to frame those who dared to speak out, Xue Bai, Du Fu, Huangfu Ran, Du Qi, Yuan Jie were imprisoned in Dali Temple
prison."
"Today we can still stand under the blue sky, but the saint learned about it and personally pardoned it. Yuanzi once used poems to satirize and admonish. Fortunately, the king embraced Qingming's mind and did not disobey a mayfly's words. God bless the Tang Dynasty.
How can An Mingjun, who has emerged from the ages, be deceived by a traitor?!"
"Right and wrong have their own public opinions, and justice lies in the hearts of the people. How can the virtuous and foolish kings be judged by an imperial examination manipulated by treacherous ministers? In the prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty, there were no virtuous people in the wild or both the government and the public. How could it be determined by a lucky man who became the prime minister of Nongdeer?
Can you rule? I am a poor student who studies hard and wants to be a disciple of the emperor. My articles are only for the eyes of kings and cannot be pointed out by saints. Let’s retake the test! I am a talented scholar who only wants to serve the saints!"
"Retest! Retest!"
The momentum, which had subsided, surged again after the five people were imprisoned and released.
Although some people are missing, they are calmer and more organized this time.
"Retest! Retest!"
"Gentlemen, even Dali Temple has released people, but Jingzhao Prefecture still detains rural tribute without reason. Let's go and ask for an explanation."
"Let's go to Guangdefang Jingzhao Mansion..."
Du Wulang had already thought about it. After the retest, he had to find a way to get Hao Changyuan to present the blood shape to the saint in full view of the public.
But when they arrived at Jingzhao Mansion, they were told that the village tributes had already left at dawn.
It is true that some of the rural tributes left in the past two days. When everyone saw that Jingzhao Mansion did not imprison Juzi, they had no choice but to give up.
Du Wulang was still wondering how Hao Changyuan could leave like this, when a guy from Fengweilou pulled his lapel.
"Goro."
"Have you seen Hao Changyuan?"
"Here I am. I was listening yesterday. Dozens of people were arrested and only a dozen were released. But today the morning drums just started ringing, and several carriages left the city from Jingzhao Mansion..."
Du Wulang was in a daze for a long time after hearing the news.
Only then did he realize how lucky the Du family was to survive the Liu Ji case.
~~
At the same time, Huangfu Ran was meeting Zheng Qian.
"It's better to let the left prime minister ask for release and settle the case as soon as possible..."
"How can it be like this?" Zheng Qian has been working on this case for two days, with a tired face, and said seriously: "Now that the left prime minister has been wronged, he asked for his release, what is the difference between pleading guilty and pleading guilty?"
Once something goes wrong, everyone calls Li Shizhi as "Left Prime Minister". It seems that no one still remembers that the sage appointed a new Left Prime Minister last year named Chen Xilie.
"Prime Minister Zuo? No wonder the saint knows everything." Huangfu Ran said: "Don't you understand, Mr. Taixue? It's because we still count on 'Prime Minister Zuo' that I dare to be so unscrupulous!"
Zheng Qian opened his mouth and his expression darkened.
He was a man of great talent, and since he entered the officialdom he had held all the high-ranking official positions, including Xie Lv Lang, Zhi Lian Lang, and Doctor. Only when he was reminded of this did he realize these political tricks.
I originally thought that the saint was still kept in the dark, so I just needed to tell him the truth.
"well."
"The saint allowed the slaves to beat us because we were wrong. We were wrong because we were full of complaints! Then show it to the saint. We don't care about the 'Jiao Constructing the East Palace'. We only ask Jin Ke Chunwei. This is the will of the saint.
…”
"Crack!"
Zheng Qian raised his hand and slapped Huangfu Ran.
"Is this how Zhang Qujiang taught you?!"
"Tai Xue Gong?"
"It seems like you are still fighting, but in fact your ambitions have changed." Zheng Qian said sadly, "Do you know the difference between Duke Zhang Qujiang and Li Genu?"
"Teacher, he..."
"Zhang Qujiang is the prime minister, restraining the emperor and governing the people; Li Genu is a sycophant, exploiting the people and serving the emperor."
Huangfu Ran had been with Zhang Jiuling since he was ten years old and had a deep affection for him. When he heard this comment, his eyes immediately became sore and tears filled his eyes.
Zheng Qian pointed at his nose and said: "You have not yet entered the official position. In order to re-examine, without asking what is right or wrong, you abandoned the left prime minister in order to draw a clear line with the East Palace and cater to the holy will. You will worship the prime minister in the future. Who knows?"
Will he be the next Ge Nu? The world is very bad. The world is very bad."
Huangfu Ran lowered his head in shame at first, as if he had nothing to say, but after a while, he still said what was in his heart.
"Is right and wrong only between Zuo Xiang and Dong Gong? Aren't we the ones who are innocent and implicated? Even if I am not innocent, the tributes from my hometown who spent family wealth and worked hard to come to Chang'an are innocent, and Dong Gong took action to protect them.
Right? The left prime minister stole the show, can't we avoid it for them?"
Zheng Qian was speechless.
"Han Chuang's hard work of studying has been trampled on, wasted, and even involved in a major case for no reason and was wrongfully accused and persecuted. We just want to seek fairness, are we the ones who are wrong?"
Huangfu Ran's last question made Zheng Qian feel very sad.
"Did Xue Bai tell you these words?"
"Tai Xue Gong, this is not..."
"There is no need to cover up for him." Zheng Qian sighed: "I don't know who taught him this in the past ten years..."
~~
evening.
Yan Zhenqing led the horse into Changshou Fang, covered with dust, with a look of worry in his eyes.
There was a group of people at the crossroads ahead, surrounded by a luxurious carriage, a guard on a tall horse, and a beautiful maid in a splendid dress. It looked too showy, and it was a bad reputation among the nobles.
A young man got off the carriage and met Yan Zhenqing's eyes.
"teacher."
"How handsome are you?"
Yan Zhenqing subconsciously scolded him with a straight face, led the horse and left.
He originally thought that Xue Bai was in Dali Temple Prison and suffered a lot, and he was still worried. He didn't expect to see this boy today, looking so energetic, as if he had just taken a bath and changed into new clothes.
In comparison, he looked more like he was coming out of jail after a busy day.
All the way into Yan's house, I looked back and saw Xue Bai following him all the way, looking very honest.
Yan Zhenqing sighed and said, "Go back first to make sure you are safe before coming back. I have something to ask you."
"The student has told me to go home, but it doesn't hurt to ask, teacher."
Originally, he had many things to ask, but when he saw this troublemaking boy, Yan Zhenqing didn't know where to start.
"Let's talk about your poem first. The poem is very good, but the title of the poem is terrible. You could have added the words 'Tianbao Dinghai Chunwei Hou'."
Xue Bai was stunned for a moment, feeling that this was a bad idea.
If these words are added, whenever this poem is mentioned in the future, Li Linfu's "Wild Wisdom" will inevitably be mentioned. It will become a poem that will be passed down through the ages, and its deterrent power will be much greater.
Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy skills were so high that he often gave people the impression of being a rigid and serious academic. However, in fact, he was not pedantic at all. He appeared to be serious, but in fact he was full of wisdom.
"..."
"You tried everything possible to finally get your wish to play dominoes with the saint, but did you also deliberately go to jail with Yuan Jie and others?"
"The teacher said this, it seems that the student is too scheming, it just happened to happen."
Yan Zhenqing knew that Xue Baixian's stir-fry and dominoes must have been planning for a long time to become a jester. He learned from Jia Chang, the chicken prodigy. The difficulty was to come up with many things that would interest the lady of Guo Guo and the saint.
The purpose of obtaining this Holy Family was definitely not to save others at first, but to use it to earn a living. Thinking about Wei Yun's detailed description of what he did when Yan Yan was critically ill...it was not so much that he was scheming, but rather that he was willing to take the trouble to prepare.
The way to save people.
"It's just the right time? Then I have to praise you for being so old-fashioned and warm-hearted, right?"
"Thank you for the compliment, teacher."
Seeing that he accepted it so calmly, Yan Zhenqing shook his head with a half-smile, then got down to business with a straight face.
"Li Yan, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, was originally an impartial person who did not participate in the power struggle, but he was bribed this time and leaked the questions to Yang Hu and other students. If you want to submit a petition for a reexamination, this is the most direct reason. The details are as follows.
It has been submitted."
At this point, Yan Zhenqing actually knew that no one in the court could come forward, but he still continued: "There will be important ministers who will come forward. Don't make trouble again in the future."
"I wonder who the important minister the teacher is talking about is?" Xue Bai asked: "As far as the students know, the right prime minister is in charge of the government alone, and the left prime minister is silent. It seems that all other important ministers who can come forward have been demoted."
Others may not believe it, but during the Tianbao period there was no one in the court who could check and balance Li Linfu, except Dong Gong.
Seeing that Yan Zhenqing didn't answer, Xue Bai said: "It seems that Donggong is not planning to come forward? The students think this is better, and the disciples can save themselves."
"If no one protects them, a group of disciples will be swallowed up until their bones are left!"
"Students come to shelter."
"You want to die." Yan Zhenqing scolded: "A little domino skill can protect you once, but can it protect you for the rest of your life? You only look at the glory of officials like Jia Chang, do you know that they have never interfered in state affairs? How dare you talk about current affairs just for entertainment and fortune?
, the first time you spoke, the saint was lucky enough to spare you, but next time, let’s see if the saint kills you!”
By the end of the words, his voice was fierce.
Xue Bai knew that what Yan Zhenqing said was true.
Li Longji was in a good mood last night, because he didn't say anything after saying "I don't want to hear this". But if you don't have a sense of proportion, you really don't know how to die.
To put it simply, who can be happy if he plays cards with a purpose every time? It should be noted that even Li Linfu is trembling, fearing that he will make the saint feel bad.
"The teacher's teachings have been listened to by the students." Xue Bai said: "But this time the students dared to fight for re-examination for the candidates, precisely because the students had no official position, no power and no power, so they expressed their opinions directly.
It’s all fair…”
"All the princes of the dynasty, do you need a half-year-old child like you to say justice?!"
"If necessary, I dare to uphold justice. The existence of Tao is neither noble nor cheap, neither long nor short."
Yan Zhenqing suddenly recalled the words he heard when he met Fang Guan today, "I have tried my best, but there is really nothing the East Palace can do." Looking at the young man in front of him, he had a different feeling.
"What are you going to do?"
"Simple. As long as we ensure that Ge Nu cannot persecute Ju Zi with arbitrary punishment, and Yuan Cishan and others openly create momentum and prove that Jin Ke is unfair, we can win a reexamination."
"I have a piece of evidence." Yan Zhenqing lowered his voice and said: "A member of the imperial court, Ji Xuan, died. I found a first draft of "罔 Liang Fu" in his residence. The handwriting on the manuscript of the title is from
Li Yan’s hand.”
"That's enough to finalize the case. Ji Zhan is dead and he didn't write the fu on that day. So this fu written by him can only be written before the exam started..."
The only question left is how to submit it.
Yan Zhenqing has no connections, and Chang'an County Government, Jingzhao Mansion, and even the East Palace do not dare to accept her. Xue Bai has many connections, but if he uses the method of forcing officials to get into the palace, it will be counterproductive.
It would be better to just ask the candidates to submit it to the Ministry of Etiquette and only give out honest and clear advice.
"Teacher, can you draw another painting?" Xue Bai pondered: "I may make my personal grudge with Li Linfu known to everyone..."
"Are the two masters and disciples still talking?" Wei Yun entered the hall and said with a smile: "No matter how much you have to teach, you should eat first."
Xue Bai quickly stood up and called "Master's wife".
Yan Yan also followed behind Wei Yun and said with a crisp voice, "I've met my brother."
Only Yan Zhenqing, who had clearly never agreed to accept this disciple, just sat back and listened to their names.
Wei Yun invited Xue Bai to stay for a meal, but Xue Bai declined, still planning to go home before the curfew.
The master and apprentice finally chatted a few more words about how to paint the painting.
Yan Yan stood at the back obediently, secretly looking at Xue Bai's new clothes. When she heard them talking, her watery eyes moved twice, as if she had some realization.
…
That night, in the study, Yan Zhenqing stood in front of a picture scroll, frowning deeply.
What I want to draw is easy to say but extremely difficult to put down.
First of all, it is difficult to depict a saint without authorization, and secondly, it is difficult to easily depict the beauty of Concubine Yang.
I sketched the scenery countless times, but when it came time to draw the people, I still couldn't put the pen to paper.
Coupled with the fact that I had been running around a lot recently for the Spring Festival, I felt sleepy, so I finally put down my painting and went back to the main room to rest, planning to start writing again early tomorrow morning.
The candlestick was not blown out. After Yan Zhenqing left, a girl opened the door and came in. She walked to the painting and stopped to look at it for a while, then murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough."
She confirmed that her guess was correct and decided to tell the story to the master tomorrow.
Turning to leave, she stopped again, tilted her head, smiled slyly, and reached out to pick up the paintbrush.
…
The candlesticks in the study gradually went out, and after the darkness, morning light poured in.
Yan Zhenqing pushed open the door and entered with a thoughtful look on her brows.
He walked to the scroll and was about to reach out to hold the pen, but he was stunned.
I saw that yesterday's unfinished painting already had a few more characters, pushing dominoes.
According to Xue Bai, the saint was not painted as a saint. He was dressed in flowing white clothes, with his back turned to him, leaving a majestic figure. Concubine Yang was like a fairy, showing only a side face, looking down at the cards.
The side face makes people think of her beauty; Mrs. Guo Guo is very beautiful, dressed in colorful clothes, with a proud smile in her expression.
A pear blossom blocked part of the picture, slightly blocking the three people, adding a sense of mystery and nobility, like gods.
At the center of the line of sight is a handsome young man with his full face revealed. He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a gentle temperament and a focused expression. It is rare that he can be painted almost exactly like Xue Bai.
Behind this young man, there is an old man in purple robe who is bending down to read the cards. His face is like a fighting cock, his expression is twisted, and his anxiety and uneasiness are palpable, which is so wonderful.
It was really disrespectful to Li Linfu.
If Yan Zhenqing had written it, he wouldn't have been able to draw it to such an extreme degree.
But looking at the painting at this time, he couldn't help but smile. He polished the ink, took the pen with his left hand, and wrote two columns of words on the scroll, using cursive script.
"Dreams and gods playing dominoes."
"Tianbao Dinghai's spring painting was presented to Xue Bai in March."
When he was about to sign the payment, Yan Zhenqing hesitated for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, and there was some narrow-mindedness in his eyes, and he wrote two words.
——"Han Yu."
This chapter has more than 5,000 words. I haven’t finished the second chapter yet. I will post it later, so you don’t have to wait~~
