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Chapter 9 One stone stirs up a thousand waves
The next day, the Shence Army made a triumphant return.

Marshal Yang Xinghuai and Shence Army commander Yang Hong returned to Changdan City in Kyoto with hundreds of meritorious generals and thousands of soldiers.

The people of Changdan City lined the road to greet each other, and the grand occasion was unprecedented.

Many restaurants and restaurants directly announced today's special prices, some Goulan Wazi also put up slogans for free performances, and many actors in brothels even sang for free.

Many literati wrote poems and fus to celebrate the great victory at the mouth of the Yellow River, and some storytellers directly compiled the Yang family father and son into the opera...

Yang Xinghuai and his son looked excited, and they came to the imperial city to return to the imperial city.

After Zhao Yan met them, they rewarded each of them for their merits, conferring many honorary titles, a hundred banquets, and some valuable but not very valuable items in the palace.

He also wanted to wave his hand and shouted: Reward a hundred acres of fertile land, ten thousand taels of gold!
It's a pity that the current Da Zhou is so poor that the emperor pays for it, so he can only be stingy.

As for asking Yang Xinghuai to supervise and execute officials, Zhao Yan didn't mention a word, just waiting for Xiao Jingye to owe Marshal Wu a favor.

In the middle of the night, after the celebration of the internal banquet in Wushuai's mansion, Xiao Jingye came to Wushuai's mansion wearing casual clothes and carrying a gift box.

Yang Xinghuai had just woken up and was about to fall asleep, but when he heard Xiao Jingye came, he quickly got up to greet him personally.

"Xiao Xiang, it's almost midnight, I don't know what's going on?" Yang Xinghuai asked a little drunk.During the day, Xiao Jingye had already congratulated him several times, so there must be other things here.

Xiao Jingye smiled slightly, and said: "The Martial Commander has made great contributions to the country. As the head of all officials, I naturally want to express that this is the Baihaoxue Needle hidden in my home. I specially sent it to my brother to taste."

Yang Xinghuai looked at the gift box, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the alcohol in his body instantly woke up.

Bai Haoxue Needle!

Baihao Snow Needle from Wuyi Mountain!

That is the top quality tea, which is known as one or two teas per catty of gold, and only a few catties are produced in a year, so it is something that has a price but no market.

Xiao Jingye has always loved tea, once the late emperor wanted to drink Baihao Xuezhen, Xiao Jingye was reluctant, and in the end he just let the late emperor drink a few cups in his mansion.

As for Yang Xinghuai, it was simply impossible for him to drink a cup of Baihao Xuezhen from Xiao Jingye.

But now, Xiao Jingye actually gave him Baihaoxue needles.

Yang Xinghuai blinked his eyes, and twisted his thigh vigorously to confirm that he was not dreaming.

He knew very well that with his own achievements, it was impossible for Xiao Jingye to give away the precious tea leaves.

Unless he can destroy Beimeng, and let Xiao Jingye take out half of the Baihaoxue needles that he has kept privately.

"Brother Xiao, do you want me to do something? If you don't tell me, I wouldn't dare to ask for such a precious tea!" Vigilant awareness.

Xiao Jingye smiled slightly: "Brother Yang, let's go in and talk, go in and talk!"

A moment later, Yang Xinghuai's extremely surprised voice came from the study of Marshal Wu's mansion.

"What? Let me be the beheading officer, if you don't go, don't go!"

"You take the tea, I won't drink it, I'm not lucky to drink this kind of good tea!"

"Xiao Jingye, you are too shameless. You want me to offend scholars all over the world. I won't do it, and I won't do it even if I'm beaten to death. Your Majesty ordered me not to do it either!"

"Xiao Jingye, believe it or not, I will resign tomorrow and go back to hiding!"

……

Yang Xinghuai shook his head again and again, he didn't want to lose his life and be sprayed to death by those scholars.

The tongue of a scholar is stronger than thousands of troops, and he has learned it a long time ago.

……

An hour later, Xiao Jingye came out of the study with a smile on his face, and said without looking back: "Brother Yang, don't send it away!"

Obviously, Yang Xinghuai was tricked again!

"Stop coming to my house from now on!" Yang Xinghuai's depressed voice came from inside, he almost forgot that Xiao Jingye was the one who could talk the most among scholars.

The next day, Zhongshu Province issued an imperial edict.

Cui Wanshan, magistrate of Jicheng County, Taian Prefecture, Gyeongju Province, has committed five major crimes, all of which are shocking, and there are all witnesses and material evidence, which has provoked anger and resentment, and the people are in dire straits.

As soon as this edict was issued, it was like a tornado, quickly sweeping through the scholar-bureaucrat class of the entire Zhou Dynasty. In addition to officials, there were countless scholars.

"Is it tolerable or unbearable? Is that little emperor crazy? The prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not due to the credit of our scholars. Killing scholar-officials is a complete insult to our scholars."

"It's an ancestor's precept not to punish scholar-bureaucrats. Isn't the new emperor afraid of chilling the hearts of us scholars by doing so?"

"We must jointly write a letter, the ancestral system cannot be violated, and the dignity of scholar-bureaucrats must not be lost!"

……

Outside the court hall, scholars in the streets and alleys began to discuss.

However, no one mentioned whether Cui Wanshan should be killed or not, but they all proceeded from their own interests, believing that the dignity of scholar-bureaucrats should not be lost, and the ancestral system of the Great Zhou Dynasty should not be destroyed.

In the middle of the night, in a deep compound in the west of the city, several officials gathered together.

This is the home of Wu Chong, the imperial historian. Ever since he was beaten up by Zhao Yan, Wu Chong has been complaining of illness and is basically in a semi-retired state.

"Old Wu, your Majesty's move is very inappropriate. If a precedent of beheading a scholar-bureaucrat is set, then who of us officials will dare to speak out?"

"Mr. Wu, Da Zhou must not be ruined because of this. At this moment, the resentment of scholars in the city has become a raging trend. You must lead us to stand up!"

"Your Majesty has just ascended the throne, so you may not know the seriousness of this matter. We must inform His Majesty, the speaker!"

"The current Wen relative obeys His Majesty's words and completely lets His Majesty do whatever he wants. We should also impeach him!"

……

Wu Chong, the official censor, listened to everyone's discussion and remained silent all the time.

Late last night, Liu Chaotong, the dean of Jixian Academy, came to look for him. Before leaving, the words Liu Chaotong left behind are still lingering in Wu Chong's mind.

"Our Majesty is unique in his actions and has the potential to become a holy king through the ages. I think, following him, we can also become famous ministers through the ages."

Wu Chong was stunned when he heard this sentence.

This evaluation is too high. Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there have been ten emperors, but none of them can be called the eternal sage.

Wu Chong's current negative effect on the scholar-bureaucrat class is actually very clear, but as a member of it, he naturally does not want to live in a sense of crisis every day.

He thought about it for a long time, and said to everyone: "I am old, you should discuss this matter and do it!"

……

Another day, there is only one day left before the tenth day.

Martial commander Yang Xinghuai will also leave Changdan City after the court meeting.

But at this moment, Zhao Yan's dragon case is already full of excerpts.

All the civil servants can write, and each of them has thousands of words in eloquence, and their emotions are quite excited.

Zhao Yan took the imperial pen, opened a memorial, briefly read the beginning and the end, and approved two words: I have read it.

Whenever there is a memorial against the beheading of Cui Wanshan, Zhao Yan will approve two words: I have read it.

Anyone who opposed the beheading of Cui Wanshan and threatened to resign, Zhao Yan would approve two words: yes.

Whenever there is a memorial supporting the beheading of Cui Wanshan, Zhao Yan will approve two words: not bad.

After reviewing for a whole morning, Zhao Yan felt that his calligraphy was obviously good, and like a signature, his speed was getting faster and faster.

But Xiao Jingye, Liu Chaotong, and Pan Wenyue on the side were frowning. Most of the people who threatened to resign were civil servants. Zhao Yan's method of reviewing, by tomorrow, a small half of the people in Zhongshu Province and Yushitai would have to laid off.

Therefore, they could only continue to pick and choose, pressing down the memorial first.

At this moment, some officials have already begun to write their manuscripts, thinking about how to reverse the decision of the little emperor Zhao Yan with their three-inch tongue, rich and diverse sophistry skills, and knowledge system full of knowledge.

(End of this chapter)