Datang: Empress mother-in-law sent Li Er to test me

He lowered his head and flipped through the book again. The more he read, the more frightened he became. If the word "Yan Liang" was replaced by a certain minister in the court, he might be ruined.

Thinking of this, Tang Jian couldn't help sympathizing with Yan Liang, you said you were unlucky, why provoke Zhang Dun.

Isn't this making yourself uncomfortable!

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Inside the Jiake Building.

The sound of pushing cups and changing cups lasted from morning to afternoon.

"Brother Yan Liang, I offer you a toast!"

"Haha, this time you can be regarded as a breath of anger for us people!"

Hundreds of scholars gathered in the front hall, sitting behind the small table, their faces flushed from drinking.

In the face of everyone's toast, Yan Liang hiccupped while drinking, but he continued to drink and said with a smile on his face: "It's a trivial matter, nothing to worry about!"

A middle-aged man said with a smile: "Brother Yan Liang, you don't know something. So-and-so just came back from outside. Chang'an City is very lively now."

Yan Liang asked in surprise, "How do you say that?"

Everyone also looked at him curiously.

"The book you wrote that cursed Ping Kangbo is sold in various bookstores in Chang'an City. The supply exceeds demand. All the workshops in the city are rushing to produce it. The discussion in the city can't be overstated!"

Hearing this, Yan Liang smiled broadly, those dukes and officials are really not vegetarians.

He believed it was all their fault.

If it weren't for those princes, it would be impossible to cause such a sensational scene.

Yan Liang's heart moved, he looked at the hundreds of scholars, and said loudly: "Everyone, since you have nothing to do, why don't we go and visit Chang'an City?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up. What Yan Liang meant was that he wanted to take them to Chang'an City to watch the fun and see Zhang Dun's jokes!

"I've thought about it for a long time!" A young scholar said with a smile, "It's so lively, we should go and see it!"

Seeing everyone nodding, Yan Liang stood up and said with a smile, "Then let's go together!!"

Jiakelou is located in Chongxianfang. Walking out of Chongxianfang, everyone could hear groups of people on the street gathering together and discussing in low voices.

All the discussions are related to Zhang Dun!

There was a smile in Yan Liang's eyes, and he enjoyed his own book, which had such a great impact on Chang'an City.

When he walked to Yong'an Canal, Yan Liang saw an old man over half a century old, sitting on a bamboo stool, fanning the wind leisurely with a fan in his hand.

Yan Liang's heart moved, and he thought of chatting with him. If he could say a few "sounding" words, such as scolding Zhang Dun, wouldn't it be interesting?

A young scholar standing next to him has been observing Yan Liang's expression, seeing him looking at the old man, he suddenly understood, walked up to the old man with a smile, and asked, "Old man, are you alone?"

The old man flicked his fan for a moment, turned around in confusion, and saw Yan Liang and the others dressed as hundreds of scholars, stared blankly, nodded and said: "Yes, you young people, are you here to look for me?"

The scholar said with a smile, "Chang'an is so lively, why doesn't the old man go and have a look?"

"I have a book here, which happens to be about the excitement in Chang'an City this time, old man, can you read it?"

The old man fanned the fan a little faster, shook his head and said, "I don't know how to read! If you read to me, can I understand it?"

The scholar patiently said: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I can read it to you, you can hear it clearly, this book was written by our great talent Yan Liang?"

The old man froze for a moment, "Who wrote it?"

Among the crowd, someone laughed and said, "Yan Liang."

The old man hesitated for a while, "Is that Yan Liang who poisoned the martial artist to death and took away his wife?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, what poisoned Yan Liang, the master of the martial arts family?

Yan Liang also frowned.

The scholar hurriedly said, "No, no, it's the great talent Yan Liang! He's from Chang'an City."

The old man said solemnly: "I'm talking about Chang'an city too!"

"Does the Yan Liang you speak of like to go to Jiakelou?"

"..." All of a sudden, everyone looked at each other, all looking at Yan Liang.

Yan Liang's breathing became short of breath, what's going on, he couldn't understand what the old man said!

The old man snorted angrily and said, "It seems that you are not talking, so I guessed right?"

"I don't read the books he wrote!"

Yan Liang couldn't help but said, "Why haven't I heard of Yan Liang who poisoned the martial artist to death and took away his wife?"

The old man said: "Right now, Chang'an City is spreading! There's no reason why you haven't heard about it."

Yan Liang asked anxiously, "Where did you hear that?"

The old man said seriously: "In the book."

A middle-aged man wearing a Futou said in astonishment: "Aren't you illiterate?"

The old man rolled his eyes, "I don't know how to read, so I can't listen? No, there's a storyteller talking on the cross street over there."

As he spoke, he pointed to a cross street in the distance.

Chapter 374 The county government can't control this matter, Zhang Dun, we can't afford to mess with it

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and in the distance, on the cross street at the end of their vision, there was a small table, a middle-aged man, and a group of melon-eating crowd around the middle-aged man.

The storyteller was dancing and dancing, and the melon-eating crowd around him were beating their chests and stamping their feet in anger.

Thinking of what the old man said in front of him, Yan Liang's face turned dark!

"Report to the official, I want to report to the official!"

Yan Liang stared in the direction of the storyteller, and gritted his teeth.

The result he wants should be that the people in the city talk about Ping Kang Bo Zhang Dun.

How come in the end, everything is talking about him!

Just thinking about such things as poisoning the master of the martial arts family and seizing his wife, Yan Liang is about to vomit blood.

The people who came together looked at each other and felt the seriousness of the matter.

"Brother Yan Liang, I'll help you find a yamen servant!"

A young scholar volunteered.

"It's work!"

Yan Liang took note of his face, nodded deeply, and after he walked towards the government, he took a deep breath and strode towards the cross street.

"By the way, this Yan Liang is really not a thing!"

At this moment, at the crossroads, a middle-aged man in a dark robe patted Xingmu on the small table, and said loudly: "In order to win someone's wife, you don't hesitate to join with his wife and poison her to death, you How come the government doesn’t care about this kind of person!”

The people around him nodded their heads.

When Yan Liang heard this when he approached, his nose was almost crooked, and he walked over angrily, kicked his small table away, and shouted: "Stop talking!"

The storyteller was stunned, seeing the small table being kicked away by the handsome young man in front of him, he just got angry, but when he saw that there were hundreds of people behind him, all looking at him with anger, he couldn't help being terrified, and hurriedly said with a smile on his face : "Lang Jun, I don't know where I offended you?"

"Who told you to tell stories here?" Yan Liang said angrily.

The storyteller said with an innocent face: "So that Mr. Lang can know, I have always been here to tell stories, and the place has never changed."

"Get out of the way!" Just as he was speaking, there was a loud shout from behind the crowd, and a scholar, leading a stern-faced Chang'an county government official, came over.

The yamen servant glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Who wants to report to the officials?"

Yan Liang raised his palm high and said loudly: "It's me, this person is here to tell stories and tarnish my reputation, you arrest him!"

With a swipe, everyone looked at the middle-aged storyteller.

The storyteller looked innocent and said, "I'm wronged, I'm just a storyteller!"

Yan Liang said coldly: "What book are you talking about?"

The middle-aged storyteller hurriedly told the truth: "The Two or Three Things About Yan Liang in Chang'an is sold by Chang'an Bookstore!"

Yan Liang said coldly: "Then it's right to arrest you!"

The storyteller said in astonishment: "Why!"

Yan Liang exhaled, pointed at himself calmly, and said, "I am Yan Liang!"

Storyteller: "..."

"Is it the martial artist he poisoned to death?"

"So he is Yan Liang!"

"Looking at his appearance, he is exactly the same as Yan Liang in the book, it must be him!"

For a while, people around talked about it.

Yan Liang's face was livid, the palms in his sleeves were clenched so hard that it hurt, and he felt even more wronged in his heart. If someone said what he had done, at most he would feel ashamed, but when he clearly hadn't done it, others slandered him.

Hearing the comments from the people around him, the yamen servant also looked at him suspiciously, and said, "You really didn't poison Wu Family Dalang to death?"

"That's fake!"

Yan Liang's mood was just calmed down, and suddenly his blood surged, and he said excitedly: "Someone slandered me!"

"Who?"

"Ping Kangbo!"

Hearing this, the yamen servant was stunned for a few seconds, and said: "Wait, I remember you wrote a book, specifically cursing Ping Kangbo, right? Chang'an city has spread the word."

Yan Liang snorted coldly: "What I wrote is true!"

The Chang'an County Yamen servant clicked his tongue, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter whether what you wrote is true or not, what you wrote was dedicated to scolding Ping Kangbo, and Ping Kangbo didn't report to the police to arrest you, but treated him like a man. As a human being, you can have fun secretly, and you still want to report to the police? Do you report to the police to let us arrest Kang Bo? Is that someone we can provoke?"

"They are not even afraid of the prime ministers and dukes in the court, are they afraid of us?"

"Go, go, don't make trouble for us!"

After finishing speaking, the yamen servant impatiently pushed away the crowd, ready to leave directly.

Yan Liang grabbed his sleeve suddenly, and said angrily, "Should I just let him write books and scold me?"

The yamen servant paused, looked back at him, and said, "Aren't you writing too, keep cursing back!"

Yan Liang stomped his feet and said, "I, I can't scold him!"

"..."

The Chang'an County Yamen servant was also a little anxious, "Are you sick? What do you mean? Are you going to let us scold you for you? Get out!"

After that, he put on a straight face, pushed away the crowd, and strode away.

Yan Liang stared at his back, his blood pressure rose sharply, suddenly he felt his eyes go dark, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Brother Yan Liang, brother Yan Liang!!"

Anxiety sounded one after another in an instant.

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"Yan Liang, this trash, can't take it anymore after being scolded a few times, and wants to leave Chang'an City, saying that Chang'an City has no place to stand?"

In the evening of the same day, at Changsun Wuji's mansion, he heard the news that Changsun Chong had brought back.

The eldest grandson Wuji, who was eating dinner, angrily threw the chopsticks in his hand on the ground and cursed.

Changsun Chong sat at the small table, sighed and said, "Father, you can't blame him. Now the word Yan Liang has been spread throughout Chang'an City. As soon as people heard his name, they began to discuss who to let go." I can't stand it either."

Having said that, it is obvious that they are all doing a trick, so why can't it be Zhang Dun who left?

The corners of Changsun Wuji's eyes twitched, "Didn't he also scold Zhang Dun? Didn't Chang'an City respond?"

Chang Sun Chong looked serious, and said: "The common people know what he wrote, and what those common people know, they all think that Ping Kangbo is doing the right thing, and he also said that letting the brothel disappear will save many people from selling it for money. Girl, saying that Zhang Dun has done a good deed, Yan Liang scolding him like this is just putting money on his face."

"..."

Changsun Wuji lowered his head and glanced at the small table, his blood surged up, and he almost knocked the small table over.

What do you mean, he scolded Yan Liang, Yan Liang's reputation was ruined, Yan Liang scolded him, and gave him a reputation?