Datang Almighty Dad

Chapter 462
The scholar was very embarrassed, got up and took two steps, and sat at the other end of the cell.This is the ruins of the old site of Jinglongguan. The prison cell was opened temporarily. There are two dilapidated statues inside. When you look up, it is very ominous.

"Then I'll just roll over here!" The scholar pointed to the stone pier opposite Zhang Xiaojing and explained, this guy is really weird.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaojing didn't do anything, he continued to explain: "My poems are really important..."

"Without the records of our poems, how many heroes and righteous men can only live this life and can only affect the people around them. How can that be? With the records of our poems, they can live forever in people's hearts!"

"Poetry records people and remembers beauty! It can let future generations know how we live; and let future generations know how they should live~"

"Shut up!" Zhang Xiaojing uttered two words with a gloomy face.

... Righteous man, can you bring something to eat?
Really speechless, Zhang Xiaojing really wanted to shout to the guard outside the door, change me to another cell, don't lock me up with this guy, he's just a talker.

"Hey, look quickly, where is that over there? It seems to be a secret passage..." Cen Shen, who was bored, was looking at a small hole in the wall of the prison, and found out from the hole that there was a passage on the other side of the wall.

Zhang Xiaojing just lowered his head in thought and ignored it.

Cen Shen was lying on the prison door in shackles, and shouted outside: "How long will I be locked up? I still have to go to Li Taibai's place to pay a visit and present a poem... Li Taibai drank a lot of wine today, and everything looks beautiful. As soon as he spreads the word, maybe after the Lantern Festival, I will be popular in the whole city of Chang'an."

Looking at the sunlight coming in from the window, Cen Shen covered his eyes with his hands, and murmured: "It will be a quarter to three in the afternoon, this morning, it will be gone in a flash."

Zhang Xiaojing curiously asked the first sentence after his reminder, "Cen, what is Cen?"

"Shen, the ginseng of ginseng, one of the 28 constellations..." The scholar was surprised, and quickly answered, but seeing that the other party seemed not interested, he quickly explained: "Ahem, the ginseng of ginseng."

"Come to Chang'an to take the exam? Have you read many books?" Zhang Xiaojing tentatively asked.

The scholar sorted out his thoughts, and said quite proudly: "I have read everything that has been printed in the Tang Dynasty. Why, don't you believe it?"

Zhang Xiaojing hesitated for a moment, and counted the ink in his stomach, but he didn't seem to have the ability to verify the truth, there was nothing left and right, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Before the wolf guard died, he said: Quelhodo, black bones! Quelhodo, Siam, Persia, South Vietnam, and Dashi have no such words. What do you mean?"

Cen Shen said awkwardly: "Hey, the imperial examination doesn't take this..."

Zhang Xiaojing looked contemptuous, and the scholar blushed, and quickly changed his words: "If you don't take the exam, it doesn't mean you won't! Let me think about it, in my precious head, I'll take a good look... Que Le Huo Duo, Que Le ... Hodor ..."

After a long time, the scholar rubbed his hot forehead and asked in a low voice, "Any other hints?"

Seeing that he was really thinking deeply, Zhang Xiaojing recalled and said, "Quelhoduo came to Chang'an, black bones paved the way for rebirth, we were chosen by Quelhoduo..."

The scholar closed his eyes slightly, searching from the depths of his memory.

"Are you coming to Chang'an with poems and essays?" Zhang Xiaojing added to the fire, "If you can solve the answer, I will introduce you to a writer who is more powerful than Li Taibai."

Um?The scholar's eyes are wide open, obviously he doesn't believe it, now that you are in the army, what kind of literary master can you know?Secondly, when Li Taibai was known as the Immortal of Poetry, who else wrote better poems than him?
"Don't believe me? Do you know the song that appeared in Tongguan not long ago? Prospering people are suffering, dying people are suffering! This one, I know."

"What? The righteous man actually knows the mysterious Li Wulang? That's great, it's a deal. If I can solve Quelhoduo, you can introduce Li Wulang to me." Cen Shen believed, and grabbed Zhang Xiaojing's hand excitedly. Hands, this Li Wulang is indeed recognized as a more powerful poet than Li Taibai.

In a mansion in Pingkangfang in Chang'an City, the charcoal fire in the greenhouse was burning red, and the maid kept playing the palace fan.Sitting on both sides are people in official robes. The winter is not over at this time, and there is still frost outside, but the people in the room are sweating, which shows the luxury of this family.

It is not anywhere else, but the residence of Lin Jiulang, the right minister with power.Lin Jiulang was very good at enjoying himself, so he built a large warm pavilion for raising flowers and plants. He guarded the gate with the right Xiaowei, and he half-lyed among the flowers and plants. Luo Xishi, Minister of Industry Chen Xilie, Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment Pei Dunfu...

At this time, there was a rogue-eyed person in the warm pavilion who was flattering and flattering: "The news delivered by the secret post in the Jing'an Division is reliable. In this way, Yushitai will be accused of impeaching the prince tomorrow morning. Ji Wen congratulates the right prime minister for his great achievements! Tonight If you gain power in the world, you will be able to get rid of your old enemies in the morning, but if the crown prince is deposed, the right minister can support other princes, and in the future, you will be in charge of the prime minister..."

"Ahem..." Someone below reminded me with a cough.

Ji Wen, the Prime Minister of Xinfeng County who was speaking, clapped his hands quickly, "No, no, no..."

Don't look at this guy, the junior official is only a Bapin county magistrate, but because of his clever mouth, he has become the confidant of the right minister Lin Jiulang by virtue of flattery.

The prime minister on the right, Lin Jiulang, dressed as a gardener and old farmer, is holding scissors and tending flowers and plants.

Hearing this, he put down the scissors, walked slowly to the couch, and said with emotion: "That is not some kind of authority, it is the livelihood and life of the people of the Tang Dynasty, and the reputation of the saint's virtue for generations! So, do your best.”

Speaking of this, he fumbled through the memorial on the case, and asked: "That Ji Wen, there are rumors outside that I am an enemy of the crown prince?"

"Ah, yes!" Ji Wen subconsciously told the truth, and quickly knelt down to plead guilty, "No, no, no!"

However, Lin Jiulang changed the topic, making people puzzled, "The message is correct! The prince should indeed be deposed!"

Um?Everyone looked up and looked at Lin Jiulang in surprise.

At this moment, the housekeeper in the mansion sent a letter, "A Lang (the name for the master in the Tang Dynasty), Jingzhao Mansion Newsletter."

After receiving the letter, he signaled the housekeeper to report the pot of orchid beside him, and then reminded Ji Wen: "Jian He is old, so he shouldn't continue to work hard in Jing'an Division, right?"

Ji Wen understands that this is to attack the prince's henchmen.Nodding quickly: "Ah, yes, that's right!"

Coincidentally, when he opened the letter from Jingzhao Mansion, it turned out to be the news of Jiao Sui's death. Lin Jiulang asked in surprise, "Jiao Sui is dead?"

Ji Wen also let out a cry of surprise, "He drank with He Zhizheng last night, and they separated just after Sichu, how could that be?"

Lin Jiulang handed the letter to Ji Wen, and then sighed: "Hey, I lost my old friend in my senior year, and it's too late to say goodbye! Sad for Mr. He..."

"I heard that He Zhizheng's health has been a little sick recently, and he often suffers from headaches, so it's best not to be sad!" Ji Wen said in a low voice.

Nodding his head, Lin Jiulang, Prime Minister on the Right, asked, "An old friend has a new funeral. I don't know if Mr. He knows?"

Good guy, this is designed to poke someone's pain, it's ruthless enough.

Ji Wen understood, bowed and agreed, and withdrew.They went out and arranged for a few right guards to carry Jiao Sui's body to Jingzhao Mansion and send it to Jing'an Division.

(End of this chapter)