Man Tang Huacai

Chapter 92 Declaration
Yan house.

There was a smell of medicinal herbs in the boudoir.

"Lady, Ah Lang is back and went straight to the study."

"It can be counted as coming back." Wei Yun quickly stood up, asked someone to take good care of Yan Yan, and rushed to the study.

All the servants in the house seemed very restrained, because the mistress had issued a strict order, forbidding them to talk nonsense, especially what happened the night before.

After pushing the door to see Yan Zhenqing, Wei Yun's erratic heart finally settled down, and she cried: "Mr. Lang, Sanniang almost had an accident..."

Yan Zhenqing's face was solemn, but when he heard the words, his hands shook and he wrote a word badly.

"What happened?"

"On the spring day, my concubine was busy with housework, making Sanniang flustered... If Xue Bai hadn't helped, Sanniang would have disappeared."

Yan Zhenqing breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that her daughter was safe and sound.

In this spring, all kinds of things happened frequently, which made him breathless.

"Master Lian believes that the root cause of Sanniang's illness is lack of blood in the heart, and says that her master Qixuan Master is a master in the world, and may be able to heal Sanniang."

Wei Yun then told another piece of good news, and asked expectantly, "Would you like to ask Master Qixuan?"

Yan Zhenqing had heard of Qixuanzi Wang Bing's name, but Wang Bing traveled all over the world, and he had never seen such nobles as Princess Yuzhen.

At this moment, he could only nod his head and try his best.

Wei Yun also knew that it would be difficult for someone from Bapin County Wei's House to invite such a high-level person to take action. After thinking about it, she reminded: "If you are free, you should go to thank the master. There is also Xue Bai, why don't you accept this student?"

Yan Zhenqing was distracted, and asked back: "That kid... he has been at home these few days, so he didn't cause trouble?"

"He has been trying his best to help us, what can he cause? Mr. Lang always thinks of him too badly."

"Ugh."

Wei Yun looked over and saw that Yan Zhenqing hadn't changed her clothes for three days and two nights, she didn't even take care of her beard, and her eye sockets were much deeper.

"problem occurs?"

"Well, Dr. Zhen was in the Gong Yuan that night, and I saw him... At that time, someone died in the Gong Yuan."

"It's the Gongyuan again." Wei Yun was really panicked by this spring disturbance, "This department is really haunted by ghosts."

Yan Zhenqing took his wife's hand and patted it gently, his eyes became more and more thoughtful.

He just came back from the Gongyuan, heard a lot of news, and thought that not long ago Xue Bai visited Li Shizhi with Du Fu, and it was the day when the song "Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" came out, and he was worried.

"As soon as the first month is over, Ge Nu started again. Let someone remind that kid not to go anywhere in the near future, and be more honest."

"The concubine is going here."

Knowing that her husband had said this, Wei Yun kept Xue Bai's kindness in her heart and was willing to protect her, so she hurriedly sent people to Xue's residence.

Yan Zhenqing took a deep breath, picked up the pen again, and continued to write the unfinished judgment.

The elegant eight-point regular script was a little hasty, and the word "Xieti" was left behind "Chen Yi, Li Yan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites".

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In a house in Tongyifang, Du Wulang was held down to drink a few glasses of wine, slightly tipsy.

He shook his head, looked sideways, and saw a fat little lady peeking at her from behind the screen, she was actually kind of cute.

"Your wine is too strong, isn't it?"

"Although Mr. Lang is on the list, if he wants to be an official, he can't manage the bureaucracy without hundreds of crowns. The old man happens to have a lot of money."

When an old man in brocade clothes said this, a servant came and whispered in his ear: "Ah Lang, the villain has asked repeatedly, but he really didn't make the list..."

When the evening drum sounded, Du Wulang was finally released.

He let out a sigh of relief, and walked through Zhuque Street, when he met several scholars in blue shirts who were walking with him, and they all paid attention to him.

"Mr. Du Lang?"

"Hey, do you recognize me?"

"Brother Du is very polite, and I will pay tribute to Zhang Tongru in the Hebei Township." An old scholar with a desolate expression and a stooped figure stepped forward to salute, and said respectfully: "I am fortunate to have seen Brother Du drinking with Zheng Taixue and Su Siye."

"No, no, Brother Zhang just call me 'Goro'."

Zhang Tongru still looked respectful, and asked with concern: "I don't know why Brother Du is like this... disheveled?"

"Oh, don't mention it, I wanted to go to read the list for Brother Zimei and Brother Cishan, but I was misunderstood and I was arrested by the list, so I finally got out."

"Brother Du is a celebrity in all his contacts, really elegant." Zhang Tongru said with a smile: "I have lost the rank and exhausted all my money. I planned to return home. But I heard that there will be a re-examination. I don't know if it is true or not?"

"Huh? I don't know either."

Zhang Tongru bent over, pursed his lips nervously, and asked, "Then can you ask Brother Du to take us to see Brother Cishan?"

Du Wulang was still in a daze, but he couldn't resist the pleadings of these impoverished tributes, so he scratched his head and agreed.

At the gate of the Guozijian, many examiners gathered there had heard that Yuan Cishan lived in Du Wulang's house, and gathered around one after another, discussing with one another.

"Du Chuan is here!"

"Wulang, I heard that brother Cishan has gone with Prime Minister Zuo to contact the princes to apply for a re-examination, but is it true?"

"I went to Changlefang, and they were all dispersed by the Jinwu Guards, and Genu ordered the tributes to return home."

"..."

The disciples talked to themselves, Du Wulang stood there stupidly, looked up, the night fell, the evening drum was gone, it must be too late to go home.

He sighed and asked, "Have you all eaten?"

Although Zhang Tongru was shabby, his eyes were sharp, and he hurriedly said loudly: "Please listen to Brother Du's arrangement, you will have the strength to talk when you are full."

Du Wulang had no choice but to take out his purse and ask people to go to the restaurant across the street to buy Hubing that can feed 16 people.

Seeing that most of these were civilian tributes, he had no choice but to discuss with the disciples, take out the quilts from the dormitory, and spread them in the seminar hall to rest overnight.He can't do anything else, but he can take care of others.

The hot Hubing was delivered, and the villagers were already hungry and gobbled it up.

Zhang Tongru chewed the mustache, a few crumbs fell to the ground, he immediately wiped it with his hand, stuck it in his mouth and ate it.

Du Wulang then handed over his other piece of mustache, and Zhang Tongru quickly took it with an apologetic smile.

"Brother Du laughed at me. The imperial examination cost too much. I copied the scriptures for others in Shengyefang. I barely made ends meet. It is difficult to buy paper and ink. My mother, wife and children have not written for many years, so I don’t know if they starved to death. Alas, I failed this exam again, so I had to beg along the way to return home..."

Some disciples sneered and said, "So what if you get the first place? The Ministry of officials still has to deal with the election, can you get it? Why don't you return home earlier and hope for a re-examination?"

Zhang Tongru looked cowardly, but he was a bit stubborn in his bones, otherwise he would not have taken the test for ten years, let alone argue with Yan Zhuang in the restaurant, he apologized and said with a smile: "It's fine if the skills are not as good as others, but there must be an explanation for this subject... I heard that someone leaked the questions, and Yang Hu could write such an article."

"Really?"

"Really." Youxiang Gong replied: "There was a scholar who wrote a piece of "Wang Liang Fu" for someone before, and when he came up with the title, he called it wrong and was dragged out."

"But I heard that the man cheated and was dragged out. He was so excited that he died of exhaustion."

"I heard him shouting with my own ears, 'I wrote this Fu, I'm letting go!'"

"If it were me, I wouldn't shout. Wouldn't it be good to write another one to get in?"

"You guys are really making a fuss. Have you seen less leaked questions? Not to mention, Tianbao's second year in Chunwei, because Li Linfu relied heavily on Zhang Yi at that time, the examiner nominated Zhang Yi's son Zhang Xi as the champion. The world was in an uproar, and the saint had to retake the exam in Huae Building. Guess what, Zhang Xi was illiterate, handed in a blank paper, and was called "Drag White Number One Scholar" at that time."

"Yes, at least the saint will retake the test!"

The anger of the disciples was ignited again. Once or twice they could bear it, but they had endured it for too long.

"Yes, I want to see a saint." A skinny young man in his twenties stood up, clasped his hands together, and said, "Masters, I am Hao Changyuan, Gong Hao from Jianghuai Township. I came to Chang'an not to be ranked, but to avenge justice for the villagers."

Du Wulang was taken aback, and raised his head to look, seeing that Hao Changyuan's aura was different from that of other tributes, so he immediately listened carefully to what he said.

"At the beginning of Tianbao, Wei Jian served as the envoy of Huainan's transfer of rents and disposals. He demanded that all prefectures and counties collect rents for three years, dredge the Yellow River, and rebuild the canals. With great difficulty, the canals were opened, and the amount of grain was more than ten times the previous year.

"We paid our hard-earned money, worked hard for five months every year, and dug canals for the imperial court. What we waited for was not rent-free mediocrity, but the censor of the imperial court. Before the censor arrived, he sent a deacon to order the horses. That night, the county magistrate was so scared that he took poison and committed suicide. However, he was still accused of being in the same party as Wei Jian. The censor hunted and killed water officials and boatmen everywhere, and dragged him to the county government to die."

"Nearly half of the villagers died, and the new county magistrate dared not make decisions for us. The imperial court also set up interview envoys and peace envoys to collect food and sex. Everyone was really helpless, so they pooled money and money to let me go to Beijing to appeal."

"I don't want to be successful, I just want to meet the saint. I don't dare to ask for anything else, I just want to declare one thing - there is really no Wei Jian's party in Suining, Sizhou. This case has been investigated for a whole year, can you stop investigating it?!"

Hao Changyuan burst into tears at the end.

He reached into his bosom and took out a white silk cloth with blood writing all over it.

Du Wulang looked at it by candlelight, and the line that came into his eyes was "Since Tianbao five years ago, the officials have been imprisoned, the prisons have been overflowing, the conquests have been expropriated, extended to the neighbors, and the naked corpse mansions are endless!"

Hao Changyuan kept scrolling backwards, showing bloody fingerprints one by one, probably hundreds of them.

Du Wulang exclaimed when he saw it, and took two steps back.

What came to his mind was what happened to the Du family during the Liu Ji case, imprisoned, tortured, rod-killed, and exiled. In the end, the Du family was safe and sound. He cursed, "Being caught by a cockfighting cock is really a bad luck for eight lifetimes" and thought it was over.

But all over the world, there are still countless people who have been implicated in the Wei Jian case and their families have been ruined.

At this moment, Du Wulang made up his mind that he must help Hao Changyuan.

He rolled his eyes, but didn't speak immediately.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that he pulled Hao Changyuan over and said in a low voice, "I have a great friend..."

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"Brother Du, take us to find Brother Cishan."

"Don't worry, just wait for me here, don't be impulsive."

The morning drum sounded, and Du Wulang left the Guozijian alone, and drove his horse to Changshoufang.

Xue Xin was about to go out with his two younger brothers. He was wearing a green shirt, carrying a book basket, and his face was full of sadness.

"Where's your sixth brother?"

"Didn't Brother Six follow Brother Du to watch the list?"

"It's too crowded, he got lost...don't ask, it's not something children should know."

"Did Brother Six get a son-in-law? But he didn't take the Jinke Chunwei exam either."

Du Wulang scratched his head, pulled his horse and walked away, thinking that Xue Bai was not bad-looking, and he might have been arrested because of his demeanor, but at this critical moment... Sigh, there are so many bad habits like this in Chang'an.

He rode his horse to the Du residence, but he didn't dare to go in, lest he be locked up at home by Grandpa.So he probed at the side door and recruited Quanfu.

"Has Xue Bai come over?"

"No."

"I didn't come back last night, did my parents ask me?"

"Isn't Wulang in the Guozijian dormitory?"

Du Wulang shook his head endlessly.

He was almost forced into marriage, but the reaction from his family was really disappointing.

Going to Fengwei Building, he rushed to the backyard and saw Du Jin coming in from the backyard.

"Second sister, something happened, I lost Xue Bai."

"is it?"

"Why are you in no hurry?"

"Busy, don't bother me."

"No, I have something very important to ask Xue Bai." Du Wulang quickly followed Du Jin's footsteps, "Second sister, look."

"follow me."

After going out the back door, turn around the alley, and there is a small courtyard not far away, which is very quiet.

Du Wulang, the two guards guarding the courtyard, also knew that they were He Mao and Zhuo Guang sent by Mrs. Guo Guo to Xue Bai.

"Why are you here?"

"This is the other house of Mrs. Guo Guo."

Du Wulang looked into the main room and saw Xue Bai sleeping soundly inside. He immediately understood and said, "It turns out that Mrs. Guo has rescued Xue Bai."

……

noon.

In Changlefang, there was a knock on the door of a small house not far from Li Shi's house.

"Is brother Ci Shan here? Xue Bai is visiting."

"Come in and talk."

Xue Bai and Du Wulang walked into the hall, only to see Yuan Jie, Du Fu, and several young scholars discussing something.

"Brother Zimei, don't you think about your wife and children? It's useless for you to come forward in this matter. If you believe me, you should know that I am sure to save my life before I act like this."

"Needless to say, I am advancing and retreating with Cishan..."

Xue Bai entered the hall, saluted and said: "Brother Zimei, I believe that Cishan is not impulsive."

Yuan Jie turned around, saw Xue Bai, and smiled knowingly.

They all understand a truth... If Yuan Jie writes poems and only scolds Li Linfu, he will definitely die.But if you scold a saint, you can live.

Because today's saint is not narrow-minded, although he doesn't listen to advice, he doesn't kill people because of advice.Yuan Jie scolded the saint in front of countless people, and the poems and essays spread, and the matter has become a big deal. In order to show his mind and show the atmosphere of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the saint will protect Yuan Jie instead.

Of course, it's okay for an ignorant young man to scold and scold, but you can't let others scold you, because that's not admonishment, but a threat.Faced with threats, the saint can even kill his son.

"Look, Xue Bai also said the same thing, brother Zimei, don't worry." Yuan Jie took two steps forward, greeted Xue Bai, and said, "You too, you don't have to meddle in this matter, you can prepare for the exam with peace of mind."

"I can't escape."

Yuan Jie was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

"It turned out to be Xue Bai who 'made it up at random'." Before Xue Bai could answer, a man of about 30 years old stepped forward and introduced himself, "An Ding Huang Furan, whose name is Mao Zheng, I have heard your name for a long time."

"Brother Maozheng is polite."

Xue Bai returned the salute, looking at it, Huangfuran's smile was a little friendly.

Apparently, Zheng Qian told Huang Furan his identity, but not Yuan Jie.

Because Huang Furan was Zhang Jiuling's student, he naturally had the same attitude as Xue Pingzhao.Li Linfu didn't care what they thought. Zhang Jiuling's students and Xue Ru's son were all enemies.

Xue Bai didn't care if he was Xue Pingzhao, the important thing was that he needed these contacts.

"Brother Cishan, is there someone behind this incident?"

"No." Yuan Jie said: "Many people now say that I am in the lead, but in fact, after the announcement of the rankings, the candidates want to make trouble in the etiquette department. I think the situation is wrong, so I have to take the lead and ask the left minister to come forward."

This is the power of Yuanjie.

He acts impulsively, but is actually stabilizing the situation.

"Making trouble at the Ministry of Rites will not lead to good results. My plan is to spread the poems satirizing the sage, and without breaking the law, let the sage know that the world has long complained about brother slaves. The sage must summon the left prime minister, and then the left prime minister will submit his resignation to depose Li Linfu."

"Okay." Xue Bai didn't say what he thought of the plan, nor did he say what he had done, and said bluntly: "Count me in, I have offended Brother Nu, and I can't avoid it."

"Okay." Yuan Jie also said simply, "Right now, there is no need to gather the tributes from the village, lest they will be forced to be beaten by the Jinwu Guards, and they should not be allowed to leave Chang'an. They should be dispersed and continue to create momentum."

Xue Bai said: "Brother will react soon, let Jin Wuwei go to the hostel to chase away people."

Yuan Jie said: "That's right. Therefore, Prime Minister Zuo is contacting the princes to arrange for the village tribute."

"Yes." Du Wulang said: "That's what I did. I placed more than ten village tributes in the Guozijian."

This is like a tough battle against Li Linfu. Yuan Jie did it completely in accordance with the upright art of war.

Xue Bai was like a surprise soldier, and said: "The princes in the court have to face the saints and drag the slaves. The saints are not in the Xingqing Palace, but went to the Forbidden Garden."

"What?" Yuan Jie was young and humble after all, "I don't even know the left minister..."

The next moment, loud shouts came from outside the courtyard.

When everyone came out of the hall, they saw that the Jinwu guards had rushed into the small courtyard like wolves and tigers.

"You are so brave!" Yuan Jie immediately raised his hand and shouted, "Dare to arrest the village tribute students in Li Gong's house?!"

He is well-founded and righteous.

However, Jin Wuwei didn't tell him any rules at all.

"Wei Jian's fellow party Li Shizhi falsely claimed to be a prophecy, handed over to the East Palace, and denounced Chengyu! Take them all!"

(End of this chapter)