Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 507

Previously, everyone still had doubts in their hearts, but now seeing Hou Balin angrily attacking Chang Sun Chong's coffin with a jujube stick in his hand, the public opinion instantly became one-sided.

In ancient times, "the dead are the greatest", and the eldest Sun Chong died for the country. No matter whether he underestimated the enemy or not, he was shot into a hedgehog on Wuma Road, and he can be regarded as a martyr on the battlefield.

It was Hou Balin's intention to intimidate everyone that he stabbed the hornet's nest in an instant.

"Hou Balin! How can you be so disregarding the dignity of the undead?"

"There is a saying that the dead are the greatest. If there are any grievances in life, can't they just die?"

"The son-in-law of the eldest grandson died for the country, and you, the generals who assisted from the side, are also responsible!"

"That's right! You're still so rebellious right now, don't you really have no way of Confucius and Mencius in your heart?"

Most of the people who reprimanded Hou Balin were censors. This gang of Taoists had always regarded the "way of Confucius and Mencius" as their standard. Seeing that Hou Balin had violated his own life creed, how would they bother with a small jujube stick or a big jujube stick? good.

"Me?" Hou Balin held a jujube stick and looked at the group of officials standing behind the three Changsunjin brothers.

Although Hou Balin has a reckless personality, he also knows how powerful these censors are. After all, how can a group of people who dare to go to the imperial city to beat the Dengwen drum be afraid of two big wooden pestles?
Seeing that the sworn brothers were besieged by the officials, Fang Yiai knew that Hou Balin was clumsy, so she couldn't help saying: "Everyone, although the fifth younger brother of Fang is a bit reckless, but"

Fang Yi's love was halfway through, when Zou Yinglong raised his hand and said loudly: "Reckless? How long ago have you seen such a reckless person? What's the difference between beating a coffin and opening the coffin to kill the corpse?"

"Ah?" Fang Yi'ai had now experienced the far-fetched skills of the censors, and murmured to herself, "What is the connection between knocking on the coffin and opening the coffin to kill the corpse? Only ghosts believe that there is a corpse in this coffin." The corpse of Chang Sun Chong!"

"Zou Yushi!" Fang Yiai replied, clasping his hands, "Since the Yushi is so righteous, may I ask if there has ever been a precedent of putting the coffin at the door of someone else's house since ancient times?"

"this."

Zou Yinglong was slightly tongue-tied when asked, nodded in thought, countless allusions and anecdotes flashed in his mind.

After a long time, the old man was surprised to find that from the pre-Qin period to the Han Dynasty and then to the Jin Dynasty, there was really no such case as today in thousands of years.

It didn't matter that Zou Yinglong kept silent, the more than 20 officials standing beside him began to do it themselves, teaching Fang Yiai what is the real far-fetched.

"Ah!" A censor cleared his throat, and said without blushing or panting: "During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there was the corpse of King Wu Qifu!"

"Yes, yes, at the end of the Han Dynasty, there was Pound carrying the coffin to fight to the death!"

Having personally experienced the power of the "Zou Yinglong Think Tank", Fang Yiai was dumbfounded, and his mind was in chaos. There were only four characters that lingered for a long time-"Shameless!"

"Wu Qifu's corpse, it's the Chu nobles who failed to reform and planned to kill him!"

"And Pang De! He's a military general! The battle to carry the coffin to the death is just to show determination and loyalty, and has anything to do with Chang Sun Chong?"

Fang Yiai wanted to cry, but when he saw a group of officials gossip about things, they couldn't help but sigh, and thought: "It's thanks to Hai Gangfeng being a famous official in the Ming Dynasty, otherwise they wouldn't be able to carry him to Jiajing. A series of things about the emperor came out?"

Muttering a few words in her heart, Fang Yiai looked around at the group of officials, and saw that the eldest and grandson three brothers were happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, so she couldn't help but came up with an idea, "Slip, 36 plans are the best!"

"It's so far-fetched, isn't it heresy? Where is the slightest way of the sages?"

The words came to her lips, but Fang Yiai couldn't say them out, "Are these words too serious? If you say it, don't let these Taoists die to prove their innocence? Forget it, you can't afford to hide!" "

Having made up her mind, Fang Yiai cast a wink at Hou Balin, who was in a daze, and changed the topic: "Are you all thirsty? How about I order my servant to serve herbal tea?"

"Cut! Bribing? Shameless!"

"Don't be ashamed! Bribe me with herbal tea!"

"Hmph! I am familiar with the collection of classics and history, and Wuyue Chunqiu also has opinions. The so-called gentleman does something and does not do it. Even if I die of thirst, I dare to ask, what kind of herbal tea does your mansion have?"

The officer's big turn almost twisted Fang Yi'ai's old waist, seeing that these Taoist masters were filled with righteous indignation, Fang Yi'ai didn't say much, pulled Hou Ba Lin around and returned to Zhuangyuan's mansion.

Back at the mansion, Fang Yiai ordered to the servants in a state of desperation: "Make some herbal tea and let those officials quench their thirst!"

After the boy left, Fang Yiai and Hou Balin walked towards the main hall side by side, and said as they walked, "Have these people practiced Kuaibanshu before? Or have they learned Guankouer? Their mouths are so good!"

"Brother, don't worry. Master Fan has already gone to the barracks to look for the third and fourth brothers. When the soldiers from the barracks arrive, are you afraid that they will turn against the sky?"

"A strong soldier in the military camp?" Fang Yiai suddenly stopped, waved his hands at Hou Ba Lin and said, "No, no! How can the soldiers of the military camp act without a military order?"

"It's okay, the third brother is now the military governor's mansion, and his words are military orders!"

"Oh? Why did Bi get promoted?"

"That's also a no-brainer, the military rations will always be in custody."

The two talked and walked, and came to the main hall, but seeing Shen Nianxing and Guan Mutong were still tasting wine and tea, Fang Yiai couldn't help but exclaimed, "These two are really big-hearted!"

"Nephew, how are you doing?" Shen Nianxing said half of the words, but seeing Hou Ba Lin's indignation, holding a jujube stick was even more frightening.

"Hey! Young Master, who are you?" Guan Mutong was also taken aback by the battle, and quickly got up and said.

Seeing that the two old men were terribly frightened, Hou Balin gave a wry smile, put down the jujube stick, cupped his hands and said, "For self-defense!"

After exchanging pleasantries, the four of them re-entered the table, and while sipping tea, they discussed the "strategy for defeating the enemy".

When the discussion in the main hall was in full swing, all the censors who had received the bonus of herbal tea outside the Zhuangyuan's mansion were revived with full blood, and started a new round of "pointing at the coffin and scolding the room".

"Fang Jun is also the emperor's son-in-law, and he wears the title of Shangshu Youcheng, and the dignified third-rank official has become a generation of shrinking heads. It is really an ancient anecdote, an anecdote from ancient times!"

"Back then, the selection of the eldest grandson's son-in-law to take over the military governor's office was an act of shrinking one's head. Knowing that Ha Michi's anger will not be dissipated, he will retaliate, but he still tried his best to recommend the eldest grandson's son-in-law to the front line of the government. The intention is not unpredictable!"

"Back when entering the Imperial College under false pretences, it was a serious crime of decapitation! Besides, he killed Concubine Xiao with poison, and such thieves must never stay!"

"Then what should we do? Go to the imperial city and beat the Dengwen drum again? His Royal Highness is already angry!"

Facts have proved that apart from the advantage of their tongues, these censor officials are really inattentive. Just now they were clamoring to uphold justice for Chang Sun Chong. Turned into an eggplant beaten by Shuang, standing in front of the Zhuangyuan Mansion withered and dazed.

Changsun Jin saw that Fang Yi'ai was behind closed doors, and he knew that the official censor was useless, so he nodded and pondered for a while, and said, "Cry! Keep crying!"

The reason why Changsun Wuji adopted Cen Mao's clumsy trick of "crying and making trouble" was that he didn't expect what answer Fang Yiai would give. This move was actually to win over the public opinion in Chang'an City. Therefore, the "house collapse" is a sure thing.

As soon as these words came out, the young servants and maidservants of the Changsun's mansion wept bitterly, and the sound shook the roof tiles for a while, and even pedestrians half a mile away were attracted to come.

Fang Yiai held a cup of tea and was about to say something when he heard crying again, he couldn't help frowning, and snorted coldly: "What a bunch of rascals!"

Although Hou Balin was disturbed by the quarrel, but when he thought of the horror scene of the speech officer spitting stars flying around, he turned into soft cotton, ready to be beaten and pinched.

"This cry..." Guan Mutong caressed his gray beard and murmured, "It's very noisy."

"That's right, it's quite noisy!" Shen Nianxing smiled wryly, and continued, "How can a dignified uncle, the prime minister, resort to such low-handed tactics?"

Just when several people were disturbed by the crying, Qin Jingniang suddenly ran into the main hall in a panic, and said to Fang Yiai: "He Lang, the princess... she vomits non-stop."

"What!" As a new father, Fang Yiai missed the "big official" very much, not to mention that his wife was ill, and he felt extremely anxious for a while.

"It was fine just now, but for some reason it suddenly became like this."

After listening to Qin Jingniang's narration, Guan Mutong nodded slightly, knowing that this was a basic reflection of pregnancy, but he didn't take it to heart.

On the contrary, it was the good old man who picked the right time and said something very suitable.

Of course, these words are appropriate, and they are aimed at Fang Yi's raging anger that is hard to dissipate!
"The princess is ill. Could it be that she was disturbed by the crying outside the house?"

(End of this chapter)