The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 81 The tragedy caused by a poem

"My blood boils, I implore Your Majesty to order all states to follow suit and erect steles in all major yamen."

The petition for the matter was echoed by all the princes present, and all the princes suddenly became more courageous to speak.

Wang Shoufu stepped out, "The minister proposes to follow the example of Qingzhou Chief Envoy."

"This poem was born during my reign, and it will be famous in history. Not only will I set up steles in the government offices of various states, but I will also write it myself, and use my handwriting to rub it for printing." Emperor Yuan Jing laughed.

The officials below hadn't seen Emperor Yuan Jing so happy for a long time, so they responded loudly.

Only Wei Yuan was left in a daze for a long time.

You eat and you eat, and the people are fat and the people are anointed.The people are easy to abuse, but the heavens are hard to bully. Isn't this Xu Qi'an's poem?
It belongs to Xu Qi'an, so no one can take it away, Wei Yuan sighed inwardly, stepped out, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty forgive me!"

Emperor Yuan Jing looked at Wei Yuan, nodded and said, "What's the matter?"

Wei Yuan asked: "In the excerpts handed down by the chief envoy of Qingzhou, is it clear that this poem was written by the chief envoy Yang Gong?"

Emperor Yuan Jing didn't answer, but asked instead: "What's the problem?"

"This poem was not written by Yang Gong, but someone else. I feel that once this poem is circulated, it will become famous all over the world. Personally speaking, it is a rare opportunity to become famous, and it should not be monopolized by Yang Gong." Wei Yuan replied.

As soon as this remark came out, all the ministers present immediately recalled that this poem was not written by Yang Gong, but someone else. At this moment, the scene became quiet, and everyone turned their attention to Wei Yuan.

Emperor Yuan Jing's deep and unfathomable eyes also stared at Wei Yuan, and after a while he suddenly smiled:
"Wei Qing, it seems that I'm going to take a new look at your watchman's yamen. In Qingzhou Chief Envoy's booklet, it is written that the author's name is Chu Linyang, the eldest son of Wu'an Hou Chutianwu. It's really a tiger father without a dog son."

"So this poem is indeed not written by Yang Gong. Of course, Chu Linyang wants to reward it, but Yang Gong is also Bole after all, so he still deserves some credit. What does Wei Qing think?"

Of course, Yuan Jing hoped that this poem was written by the great Confucian Yang Gong, so that the influence of this poem would be higher and wider, so that his emperor would receive more praise in Qing History.

But now that someone has raised objections, then Emperor Yuan Jing will follow suit, and he will only lose a little bit with him.

Chu Linyang is not bad either, he is from an honorable family, and he is also his own.After all, it would have been better if it hadn't been that pesky gong under Wei Yuan's command anyway.Emperor Yuan Jing thought so in his heart.

To be honest, Wei Yuan was stunned again, as if his throat was pinched, and he couldn't speak a word.

Why did Chu Linyang appear again? To be honest, Chu Linyang is currently his focus. He has a prominent family background and the power behind him is unfathomable.

But his strength and intentions are unknown, but after comprehensive understanding, Wei Yuan is confident that Chu Linyang still tends to be on his side. After all, he took the initiative to show his favor and had a comrade-in-arms relationship with Marquis Wu An before.

Now Xu Qi'an's poems were actually made famous by Chu Linyang. From the secret letter sent by Jiang Lvzhong, he learned that Chu Linyang had joined the Yunzhou team.

Then Xu Qi'an must have known about this matter, but until now there has been no movement, Wei Yuan's thoughts have changed sharply, so let's keep calm for now.

Then he said loudly: "Your Majesty is holy!"

Qingyun Mountain, Yunlu Academy.

The courtyard in the mountain is deep and the attics are densely covered. In an exquisite small pavilion next to the cliff inside, bursts of roars suddenly broke out, breaking the quiet atmosphere around, and it seemed to intensify.

On the second floor of the small pavilion, Li Mubai, a scholar of the academy, was seen holding a piece of letter paper, with a ferocious face, and his arms were trembling in spite of anger.

Suddenly he grabbed the letter in the palm of his hand, and roared: "Old thief Yang Gong, you are shameless, you are in vain as a scholar, I, Li Mubai, am ashamed of him, ashamed of him."

The sudden roar also startled Zhang Shen and Chen Tai who were playing chess at the side.

"What's the matter with you? A letter from Ziqian can make you so angry?" Zhang Shen, a great scholar in the art of war, shook his head helplessly.

Chen Tai, a great Confucian master in governing the country, let out a breath and said, "Chun Jing's character is indeed a bit irritable, please let me have a look."

Li Mubai snorted angrily, threw the letter paper onto the chessboard, and said, "Didn't you two keep asking about the author of 'Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals'? It's on the paper! I hope you can still be in such a good mood after reading it." !”.

"Oh!" Zhang Shen's eyes were sharp, and he reached out to pick it up and read it intently.

I saw the letter from Yang Gong, the chief envoy of Qingzhou, saying that he received the governor's team in Qingzhou, and at the same time met Xu Qi'an, he also met a rare poetic talent in a century, which was comparable to Xu Qi'an.

As early as in the capital, there was a famous poem sung, which is "Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of the blue silk is full of sorrow. Looking at the moon and protecting each other, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals."

Then there was a long paragraph of praise, Zhang Shen gradually felt that something was wrong, this poem is good but it has nothing to do with you, is there any need to praise it like this?

Looking further down, there is another poem:

You eat and you eat, and the people are fat and the people are anointed.The people are easy to abuse, but the gods are hard to bully——Chu Linyang (Yang Gong who forgets the year)

The letter also said that this was rubbed down from the inscription.

Immediately, the air in the attic shook, and the roars of Zhang Shen and Chen Tai resounded throughout Yunlu Academy.

"This can also be used. Yang Gong's old thief is not worthy of being a teacher. The old man suggests kicking this thief out of Yunlu Academy."

"It's just a farewell poem, but this one can also be related to him? The old man refuses to accept it!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go to Qingzhou and suppress him first! Then we will decide who the teacher who is Changliu is!"

"Okay, let's go. I think that the mother who stayed here seems to be still in front of me when she was studying in the academy. Time is not forgiving!"

As the saying goes, once you enter the Hou's family, it is as deep as the sea. This sentence not only means that the Hou's mansion is a deep house, the threshold is very high, it is difficult for ordinary people to enter and exit, and there are intrigues among the wealthy family, interests first, and cruel and ruthless.

Also, it can be understood from the literal meaning, there are too many buildings, like the sea.

The Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion occupies half of it. The Marquis of Wu'an's mansion has a small population, and there are no family struggles, but the row upon row of courtyards.

Carved beams and painted pillars, ceremonial gates, ear rooms, halls, rockery pavilions, ponds and small pavilions, no matter how good your memory is, you can't tell how many houses there are in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion.

Capital, Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, backyard.

The Marquis of Wu'an, Chu Tianwu, rarely took a rest today. After lunch, he was dressed in casual clothes and sat in a small pavilion next to the waterside, drinking tea and relaxing.

Beside her was Mrs. Wu Anhou, with her hair tied up high, and an oval face that was either happy or angry, with a calm and serious expression.

The inside of the pavilion is as warm as spring, but a little man in brocade clothes standing in the middle is twisting his thighs with his fingers, his face is full of tangles, his slippery eyes glance at Marquis Wu'an from time to time, but he dare not look to the other side.

"Chuan'er, this poem was taught to you yesterday by the master of the academy, you have already forgotten it, right?"

Qingli's voice echoed in the Nuan Pavilion, not in a hurry, but the little man in Jinfu felt as if someone from the other side had thrown a dynamite packet in his face, blowing his head dizzy and leaving him blank.

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