Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 547: Zi Chen (Part )

This was the first time Pei Ye had seen the cruelty they described. His impression of the confrontation between the two sides was still from the vaguely divisive debates in the Imperial College. They often took place on mild autumn days and in bright classrooms. They would stop when the teacher arrived, which was completely different from the biting cold wind at this moment.

The riot that had gathered in front of the imperial city was finally quelled. In the situation that was almost out of control, Pei Ye saw a familiar man in purple robe standing in front of him. It seemed that he was the only one who dared to appear in this room full of people, and this figure was indeed even more useful than the Jinwu guards who gathered around him. The crowd gradually quieted down, but no one left. A solemn atmosphere began to condense in the cold wind.

Yuan Zhao, Yuan has a mirror.

Pei Ye walked silently from the edge of the crowd, avoided the scholars, squeezed aside the Jinwu Guards, and headed straight towards the Tianliyuan.

On the way, he heard the diners at the noodle stall talking about this new case. Some sighed, while others were angry. "When have those five surnames not committed lawless acts? Have you ever seen anyone really brought to justice? It's all bullshit!"

I could also hear the low voices of the sword-carrying warriors, some of them were just a few people, some were men and women in sect uniforms, "Brother! Why don't we go kill that bastard official and spread the reputation of our sect for its righteousness!"

He even saw several people in green official uniforms, all of them were speechless, one of them whispered: "...Now that we have this fight, you and I are just standing there in silence, isn't this a lifelong regret?"

The remaining few people did not answer.

……

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On the 20th day of the first lunar month, gray and black colors have covered the eaves of the streets and alleys in the capital, and the harshness of winter has descended on this city of the Son of Heaven.

Some problems began to surge more and more violently and squeeze out cracks in this world's largest city, and in between was an abyss that made it impossible to remain neutral.

Many people believe that this is the hurricane that has been aroused since Minister Yuan submitted the "Prohibition Order" in August, which has finally stirred up the sea water and caused a tsunami.

But some people who shift their gaze from the present time and space to both sides would say that Yuan Shangshu's "Prohibition of Recommendation Order" was not the cause of the wind. When he ascended to the position of Shangshu with a clear political stance and his influence grew unstoppably from then on, this wind had already been brewing under his robe.

But those who look further and stand higher will know that this trend, in fact, had already shown its potential since the time when Prime Minister Xu came to power, and even from the fall of the previous emperor.

Prime Minister Xu had lost his support, and the Five Surnames could have crushed him. Now Yuanzhao had some support from the palace. As soon as this man in tough purple clothes stood on the stage, countless ashes were immediately rekindled.

Because this is the inherent chronic disease of the Tang Dynasty.

But the first sword to be drawn is indeed "The Forbidden Recommendation Order".

Three months have passed since the order was submitted, and the emperor has still not approved it, while the turmoil in the court and among the scholars has evolved from disturbance to instability.

It was the sage's attitude of never rejecting that made countless scholars see some incredible hope. In the first month, countless debates were sparked among the scholars in the capital. However, the future of all scholars in the capital was almost entirely dependent on the aristocratic families, and the "Prohibition on Recommendation Order" received very little overt support.

From the second month onwards, countless scholars from other places began to come to the capital to submit petitions. Many of them would never be able to qualify for the imperial examinations in their entire lives, and some of them were from states where there were not even any people with the five surnames. They came to the capital and spoke freely in their native dialects. Many of them witnessed the cruel and tough tactics of the aristocratic families for the first time. Many left the capital in fear, but those who remained were a group of even more indignant voices.

And more people are still gathering towards Shenjing.

By the third month, the aristocratic families had no way to stop this trend. When the three words "Forbidden Recommendation Order" were put here, when the scholars in the capital set off this storm, and when thousands of scholars from other places entered the capital, the situation could not be suppressed by one hand.

This is a matter that concerns the life and death of every scholar, and every new scholar who intervenes will have his or her own opinions and inclinations. They will quickly become friends with those who share the same opinions as them and become enemies with those who disagree with them. The civil servants who are already within the system built by the aristocratic families will also see this storm. Many of them have neither gained sufficient benefits nor satisfied their ideals of entering politics... Everyone is a loose chess piece.

Scholars will naturally be close to groups whose interests are more closely tied to them, and constraints may not be effective in the long run. This is of course a shock to the foundations of the aristocratic system.

So the situation began to move towards cruelty and violence from this time.

The aristocratic families headed by the Li King would never give in, because as long as the special status of the Five Surnames was unshakable, the power of the Tang Dynasty would be firmly in their hands. The core of the country had long been divided up by the Five Surnames. The newly-appointed scholars did not have such "bloodline", so how could they be on an equal footing with them? Just by crying and fighting?
If I give it to you, then will warriors give it? Will sorcerers give it? Will farmers give it? Will fishermen give it?
Therefore, any resistance could only lead to tougher suppression. Although there were fewer bloody incidents, there were more attacks, purges, and official dismissals than in the previous months. The turmoil in the Southern Court was also getting more serious, and the officials began to be divided into two factions.

Those who hold the Tang Dynasty will not let things slide.

Outside the two ends, there are many more sympathetic bystanders. No one likes conflict and turmoil, and no one can stay out of it when it comes. People have known since childhood that the Tang Dynasty is a great country that follows the will of heaven, and at this time they also place their hopes for a solution on the inevitable truth of heaven.

...Theory of Two Heavens.

Although the discussion is complete and ingenious, it still has no solid foundation.

What on earth is that person in the Purple Palace thinking?
……

Yuan Zhao entered Chengtian Gate. The cold and hard white stone under his feet was laid very straight, and his steps were also very straight. He was the only one in front of the palace, on the vast ground that was large enough for a giant dragon to coil.

The palace walls were dark on all sides, the night sky was cold and blue, and there were a few tall candles burning in front of the hall, but they could not dispel the chill. Yuanzhao lowered his head and climbed the long steps one by one. Halfway up, he heard a cold voice from the side.

"Minister Yuan."

Yuan Zhao looked at him with a silent face.

If Yuanzhao had a rat-like face, then the man in front of him with a cold aura was indeed a man of great appearance. He looked handsome and majestic in an official robe, with the official seal of the Ministry of Personnel on his waist. Although he was over fifty, he still had a face of a thirty-year-old, expressionless under the light and shadow.

"Are you satisfied with drinking the blood of an old man and a young boy?" he asked coldly.

Yuan Zhao stared at him blankly for a while, then looked away: "Eating rotten fruit when hungry and drinking corpse blood when thirsty, this is how my minions are born - Wang Mingyuan, your nephew is going to die."

Wang Mingyuan stood there expressionlessly.

Yuanzhao stepped forward into the hall.

The warm yellow candlelight filled the entire side hall, and the room was as warm as spring. There was only one empty chair in the circle. Yuanzhao did not greet anyone in front of the purple robes. He just bowed deeply to the one in front and knelt on the ground: "Ministry of Revenue Yuanzhao, I greet your Majesty."

"Yuan Qing, you have worked hard, please take a seat." A calm voice came from the head, "Your memorial has been with me for a long time. I have called you here to have a chat today. Don't mind the trouble."

(End of this chapter)