Chapter 191 Qianqiu courtiers heart, the sun, the moon and the sky
Dangerous building, it's midnight again.
Under the oil lamp, three men sat across from each other, all reading.
A bear lay on the bed and fell asleep.
Reading before going to bed every day is a good habit that Jia Liu developed in this era.
Today he did not read the old man's collection of poems, but the works of Xiao Xiaosheng.
Yang Yuchun was reading "Spring and Autumn". Mr. Jia gave him a rank in the Sichuan Green Camp Materials Officer Ranking Sixth Grade, but he wanted to take the martial arts examination, so he had to read more books.
Yang Zhi is reading a collection of poems by Qian Jun, the chief minister of Sichuan Province, "One Leaf of the Qing Zhai Ling".
This is a political task.
According to President Li's reaction, Qian Buzheng relied on his relationship with the wealthy governor and was a bit unethical towards President Li, a Futai master.
The contradiction lies in the fact that Chairman Li was directly promoted to the first position as the third-in-command, skipping the second-in-command Qian Buzheng.
Although this matter was done by Qianlong, Qian Buzheng, who was not promoted to a full province, obviously put the account on Chairman Li.
As the second-in-command of Sichuan Province, Qian's bad governance is obviously not in the interest of the Association. However, this person was specially transferred from Shaanxi by Governor Fu. Chairman Li cannot cure his corruption and does not look at the monks.
We have to look at the Buddha's face, but if we don't get rid of this person, many things will not be implemented.
For example, the resettlement of the women and children of Jinchuan survivors required the cooperation of the chief envoy who was actually in charge of civil affairs.
Moreover, Qian Qian also has a group of cliques. Unless he is overthrown, these cliques cannot be eliminated together.
Jia Liu said that he would leave the matter to him and then leave it to Yang Zhi to handle.
As long as someone named Qian writes, there is no fear that he will not rebel against the Qing Dynasty.
In addition to "Yi Ye Qing Zhai Lu" written by Qian himself, a large number of official documents and records of Qian's past visits to Beijing and local places were also made.
It is necessary to provide irrefutable evidence so that the person named Qian will not be able to overturn the case in his next life.
Why did little Jinchuan spend countless money and food in thirty years, and the army could not defeat it? Isn't it because there are officials who secretly collaborate with the enemy.
Qian Jun is the second Zhang Guangsi.
When Yang Zhi heard that he was going to punish someone, he got excited and worked hard. From time to time, he took a brush and circled around in other people's poems, and the effect was remarkable.
In just a moment, he listed seven charges that Qian Buzheng deliberately rebelled against the Qing Dynasty, or had evil intentions, or was dissatisfied with the emperor.
A line of poetry or a line of writing may seem ordinary on the surface, but in fact it contains something sinister.
Jia Liu was very satisfied.
.......
After Miss Gu Er left, it started to rain in Xiaozhai.
I don't know if the little girl is angry.
But Jia Liu is telling the truth. This little girl is just like Lao Bo's daughter. She really has no way of giving her status.
A concubine cannot take a concubine.
I can only treat it as a baby first and see if I can seal it later.
The "thunderbolt" raindrops hit the forest, taking away the heat and giving the mountains a hint of autumn coolness.
It is said that the misty rain south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the early Mid-Autumn Festival in Sichuan is even more beautiful.
The oil lamp flickered on and off.
Goudan, who was sleeping on Jia Liu's bed, turned over from time to time with his limbs in the air, which was very comfortable.
The corners of his mouth were slightly open, wondering if he was dreaming about the prosperous days of his ancestors.
I flicked the wick, and the flames grew much taller, and my vision lit up again.
Keep reading.
I have to say that Xiaoxiaosheng's writing is really good. If he were alive, Jia Liu would definitely reward him with a leader and ask him to write more extras. Even if he is short of money, he still has to vote for others.
When he saw the emotional point, the paper window was blown open by a gust of wind, and the window shelf was rattled by the fan, which also blew the pages of the book in front of Jia Liu.
Jia Liu was so angry that he cursed: "Qingfeng is illiterate, so why are you flipping through the book!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuan Zhu on the opposite side was excited, staring at the young master and reminding him: "Master, this sentence is inappropriate."
"Um?"
Jia Liuyi was startled, then nodded, "Yao Feng, Yao Feng."
Regardless of Shuan Zhu's explanation, he also understood the fatal nature of these two sentences.
"Why is it inappropriate?"
Yang Yuchun was surprised that these two lines of Master Jia's poem were very good.
"You do not understand."
Shuan Zhu doesn't explain to children.
Jia Liu was quite depressed when he saw the emotional part and cried out.
The wind came into the house, making it feel cool, and the oil lamp blew sideways.
I got up and put on my clothes and walked to the window sill to close it, but the rainy scene outside was beautiful, and the lanterns hanging on the stilts were rattling against the walls in the wind.
For a while, Jia Liu couldn't help but feel inspired by poetry, and recited two lines: "The wind blows the eggs...The wind blows the woods but they still move, and the rain hits the lanterns and turns them dark and bright again."
His skill has obviously improved, and it's much better than really fucking bad.
Sure enough, as official status rises, people's talents naturally rise.
This is probably the so-called superior.
"What a poem, sir."
Yang Yuchun sincerely admired Mr. Jia for his talent in literature and martial arts. He was really a role model for him to learn from.
"It's good, it's bad, it's very bad!"
However, Yang Zhi stood up angrily, looked at the young master angrily, and said anxiously: "Master, what are you thinking about all day long?"
Jia Liu was stunned: "What's wrong with these two sentences?"
"Darkness returns to light, darkness returns to light, darkness returns to light, what do you mean?"
Yang Zhi was really worried about the young master. Fortunately, he heard these poems. If outsiders heard them, something might happen.
Well...
Yep.
Jia Liuyi slapped his head, realizing that he had committed a political problem again, and quickly apologized sincerely: "Okay, okay, I won't write poetry in the future."
"It's best not to write it. If you write it, you have to let me read it first."
Shuan Zhu was worried.
Jia Liu nodded repeatedly and sat down.
I really couldn't write any more poems, as they were prone to mistakes, and I no longer had the interest to continue reading, so I simply picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the wall.
Ten words - "The heart of a minister for thousands of years is like the sun, moon and sky."
After I finished writing, I was very satisfied. This is called Mingzhi.
Since ancient times, loyal ministers and good generals have had clear aspirations.
Unexpectedly, Shuan Zhu saw a problem again.
He walked up to the young master angrily, pointed at the young master's "ambition", and said angrily: "The sun and the moon combined into one are a clear word. Young Master, you can keep your disloyalty to the court in your heart, why do you have to write it down?" What! Are you afraid that the emperor doesn’t know that you want to sit in his seat?”
"..."
Jia Liu couldn't help it anymore, threw the brush on the ground, walked to the bed, pushed the sleeping dog's balls inside, and fell asleep.
Illiterate people are really terrible.
Go to bed early and get up early, I have to meet my future father-in-law tomorrow.
It’s not that I have to take advantage of others, it’s that I have no choice in the matter.
There is a lack of trust on both sides, so there must be a bond.
The rain stopped the next day, and the mountains and fields looked as if they had been painted with green paint. At first glance, they looked lush and lush, and the air was full of fresh smells, which made people want to recite a poem.
After thinking about it for a while, he still held it in and ordered him to go down the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, Anbu and a group of Sauron's soldiers had prepared their horses.
Jia Liu nodded and got on his horse. The meeting place with Gu Zhengdao was at Jimingyi. This meeting was of great significance to both parties.
Whether in-depth cooperation can be achieved depends on whether both parties can enhance understanding during this meeting and have cordial and friendly conversations on the premise of mutual respect.
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