A scholar of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

"Well, you fat man!" Gu Qing lowered his voice, "Say you want to report on me and let your father chop me up, so you don't have to pay me any money!? Hiss... what a powerful method!"

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After sending the two away, Gu Qing was sitting in the cell and was counting the money he won today, when he heard the sound of metal shackles in his ears, Gu Qing looked up and hurried out of the cell, "Su Dingfang!"

"Gu Qing!" Su Dingfang sighed bitterly.

"Why did you come in?" Gu Qing looked at Su Dingfang who was down and out, "What happened."

"General Zhonglang, you don't know something." The jailer explained, "The humble official heard the news that after General Zhonglang was imprisoned, someone jointly impeached Su Dingfang Zhonglang General."

"Is it also for the matter of Yanmen Pass?" Gu Qing asked.

"Yes." The jailer replied.

"Come, come, you live in my cell. My place is cleaner." Gu Qing pulled Su Dingfang into the cell. Gu Qing's cells were always open, and he would occasionally take a walk around when he couldn't sit still. If you don't get out of this big prison, you'll be fine.

"People's words are terrible." Su Dingfang looked at the kicks on his feet in disappointment, "Now I can finally understand the difficulties of General Li Jing back then."

After a good fight and victory, it’s fine if you don’t get promoted, and go to jail, Gu Qing is upset, he can’t bear it when he falls to this kind of situation, at most he can disgust others, but he can’t treat his brother like this!

Chapter 153 Counterattack

Why is Cheng Chumo so fine? After thinking about it again and again, Gu Qing wanted to understand that Cheng Chumo's backstage is tough!Cheng Chumo is the eldest son of the Cheng family, who would dare to provoke Cheng Yaojin, the great devil in the world.

Gu Qing poured a glass of wine for Su Dingfang, "Don't worry, I will let you go out as soon as possible."

"You yourself are in this prison, what can you do." Su Dingfang took a sip of dull wine, using strong alcohol to vent his boredom.

Sitting in the prison, Gu Qing thought for a long time, and said to the jailer outside: "I want to send a letter to my family."

"Okay." The jailer said and brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Gu Qing turned away the jailer in front of him and looked at Su Dingfang who was drinking non-stop. He wrote down his plan with a pen, sealed it with rice glue, and handed it to the jailer, "Go and deliver this letter to my house."

The jailer took the letter and said, "Xiaozhi will go now. General Zhonglang's house is the most unique in Chang'an. I have visited it before."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up." Gu Qing ordered.

Two hours later, Wu Mei received a letter from Gu Qing. Looking at the messy and scribbled handwriting, she knew it was written by her husband. After understanding the contents, Wu Mei called Di Renjie.

"Master." Di Renjie saluted Wu Mei. These days, Di Renjie has always been at the two points and one line in Shushe's house.

"Your teacher sent a letter. He has something to ask you." Wu Mei handed the letter to Di Renjie.

Di Renjie, who was only ten years old, opened the letter and read it, then put the letter away and handed it to Wu Mei again, "Students will do it now."

After Di Renjie finished speaking, he hurried to Chang'an and came to Dongshi on the street of Chang'an. There was a very secluded pen studio in the corner of Dongshi. He asked the guy in the pen studio, "Do you have any charcoal pens?"

"Charcoal pencil?" The man smiled knowingly when he heard this new word, "Young gentleman, come with me."

Di Renjie walked into the pen studio, saw the fat monk who was sleeping soundly, and was woken up by the staff impatiently, "What's the matter!"

"Shopkeeper, there are customers looking for it." The clerk whispered, "I want to buy charcoal pencils."

Hearing this kind of pen that can't be saved at all in the pen studio, he knew it was a code to connect, so he hurriedly got up and saw Di Renjie, "Little baby, what happened?"

"Teacher has something for you to do." Di Renjie said.

The fat monk raised his spirits, "Tell me, what is it?"

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On the streets of Chang'an, Zhengyi doctor Zheng Fang was on his way home. As a member of a clan with five surnames and seven clans, the Zheng clan played a pivotal role in the five clans. As a member of the family and a minister of the court, he very much Proud and proud.

"Bah!" A fallen strong man spat at Zheng Fang's feet.

Zheng Fang stopped, and just about to argue with that person, he saw that the other person had walked into the crowd, shook his head and walked into the house with a sigh.

After one night, Zheng Fang got up and was about to go to court, when the servants of the family came to report, "Master, it's not good! Someone..."

"What's wrong!" Zheng Fang put down the cloth to wipe his face.

"Someone found a pile of Yexiang at our gate!" The servant panicked.

Zheng Fang hurried to the door of the house, saw the stench and filth all over the place and cursed angrily, "Who did it!"

Two days later...

The fat monk in the pen room drank the porridge leisurely, listened to the reports from the people around him, nodded and said, "You did a good job, have all the words left?"

"Leave out." The man said, "Those guys who impeached Mr. Gu must have a bad reputation."

"Very good." The fat monk finished his porridge with a big gulp, "Scatter our people out, the five surnames and seven sects are so powerful, it's inevitable for them to find out the clues, so that everyone under their hands can be evacuated."

"Yes!"

After the court was over, Zheng Fang found that the people on the streets of Cheng'an saw that his face was not right, and they all pointed at him and whispered to each other.

Cui Shou followed Zheng Fang's footsteps and said, "Last night, someone poured Ye Xiang into my house."

Zheng Fang is now more suspicious.

A little kid came and pointed at the two old men, "Bad guys!"

"Little baby?" Zheng Fang asked suspiciously, "Who told you that this old man is a bad person."

"Bah! Bad guy!" The little brat spit out a mouthful of saliva and ran away.

In a restaurant in Chang’an, an old gentleman was reading storytelling. This old man was also a scholar, a rare student from poor families. He often earned some money by explaining the Five Classics through storytelling. He was saying to the guests sitting here, “Everyone knows We have a man in Chang'an, his name is Gu Qing! This man is young and capable, and he slaughtered 20 Turkic troops at Yanmen Pass! He broke the siege of Yanmen Pass, avenged the blood of our Tang soldiers, and shocked the nations."

"Three heros in the first battle, three young generals became famous in the first battle, but His Majesty has not given rewards for a long time, and instead sent two of them to jail. Why is it listed?"

Those present listened quietly.

The old man said again, "That's because of the impeachment of the officials in the court. Just a few days ago, the letters from various countries came to denounce the atrocities at Yanmen Pass, and asked Datang to give an explanation! Dare I ask you, the Turks attacked Yanmen Pass in the Tang Dynasty , Tens of thousands of soldiers died at Yanmen Pass! Is this blood debt going to be swallowed by us in vain?"

The old man said emotionally, "Is it wrong to avenge this sea of ​​​​blood for our Tang soldiers? The Turks beat Yanmen Pass, and our Tang Dynasty has to make amends to the other countries? Do we have to make amends to the Turks? Those soldiers The blood was shed in vain! Tens of thousands of Tang soldiers died in vain! If I had known this, why would I have to defend Yanmen Pass for the sake of ordinary people like us? Why should I be a soldier!"

"Well said!" Someone shouted, and many people nodded.

The old man went on to say, "Those speech officials keep saying that they want to speak to all countries, and the two Zhonglang will go to jail! Those speech officials use their own mouths to devalue the lives of soldiers and soldiers, but they still want to reprimand those who have made meritorious deeds." Ministers! They are stepping on the bones of the soldiers, flattering those frontiers with satisfaction, they are trampling on the dignity of the soldiers, and giving themselves a sense of righteousness, who are they doing this for? They are doing it for the barbarians on the frontiers , What is the difference between this and treason for glory, pity the blood and lives of thousands of soldiers of my Tang Dynasty!"

The old man said with emotion, "Your Majesty is under the pressure of the officials and doesn't want to be arbitrary. In order to save the two heroes, he had no choice but to imprison them in Dali Temple. In order to save their lives, he has not released them for a long time."

After the old gentleman finished speaking, he left Chang'an in a carriage. The people in the restaurant were arguing about this matter endlessly. After some people asked for evidence, they found out that there was such a thing.

When Zheng Fang returned home, the servants of the mansion came again, "Patriarch, we can't buy vegetables today, and those who bought vegetables didn't sell them to us, saying it was..."