big master, big liar

After Song Xuan said these words, he didn't care about the color on Bai Heng's face, just smiled and walked out of the court hall.

He had no enmity with Bai Heng in the first place, and today he was only dealing with things and not people, so he was naturally frank and frank.

But the ministers couldn't help but part ways, avoiding him, not so much out of respect for the national teacher, but rather because they were afraid of being on his side and being remembered by Prime Minister Bai.

Only one came up to him: "You are quite courageous."

The man said calmly.

Song Xuan turned his head and looked, it was Lu Qishang who was silent in the court hall.

Song Xuan couldn't help but joked: "Lu Xiang didn't say a word when he went up, why is he free to meddle in his own business when he's down?"

Lu Qishang said slowly: "It's not that I don't say a word, today is the time when Bai Xiang is showing his prestige, if I speak out, it will break the rules."

Song Xuan frowned slightly: "Liwei? How do you say that?"

Lu Qishang stopped in his tracks: "Want to know?"

Song Xuan didn't understand why, so he just nodded.

"Last time when you talked about people's livelihood and government affairs, you only talked about it in general terms. I went back and sorted out a lot of problems. If you are willing to talk with me in detail, I will explain it to you."

Lu Qishang still had that serious and cold face, but Song Xuan read a familiar temperament from it.

That was the cunning that Fang Qiutang naturally revealed every time he tried to trick him.

Song Xuan couldn't help but smiled and cupped his fists: "Since that's the case, I have this year's new tea in Zhaixing Pavilion, and I invite Mr. Lu to come and taste it."

Lu Qishang's eyebrows moved slightly: "Have you traveled across the rivers and lakes?"

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback.

"Don't do this action again," Lu Qishang said flatly. "You are now a national teacher, not a warrior."

Song Xuan smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your suggestion."

As he said that, he was about to lead the way in front of Lu Qishang.

Lu Qishang took two steps, but suddenly said: "Tell me about the Jianghu. I have read the book of Red Swordsman, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

The Red Swordsman is a writer who specializes in Jianghu dialects, and his writing is full of reckless heroes. Song Xuan has read his books, but he doesn't want Lu Qishang to be interested.

For a moment, he couldn't help laughing: "Master Lu, you are polite."

When they arrived at the Zhaixing Pavilion, Song Xuan cooked tea himself, and Lu Qishang flicked up his clothes, doing it in a dignified manner, but he was not polite: "If your decorations here are placed in other people's homes, they will definitely be read in a book." .”

Song Xuan smiled and said: "This is not my property, it is because the Holy Majesty saw that the Zhaixing Pavilion was poor and hard to live in, so he kindly distributed some things for me."

Lu Qishang shook his head, but did not speak.

Song Xuan is not used to servants, this Star Picking Pavilion also has its own palace servants to clean, only one or two attendants when going out, and he does all the chores on weekdays by himself.

Now he cooked the new tea, found some snacks to entertain Lu Qishang, walked around in a hurry, no fake hands, Lu Qishang didn't remind him, just watched with interest.

Song Xuan got to the table after busy work, and asked with a smile: "The Lord Bai said first..."

Lu Qishang took a sip of his tea and did not shy away from it: "You should have guessed that Bai Heng played more than [-] articles, the purpose of which was not to persuade, but to establish authority."

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback: "To stand up to the Holy One?"

"No, it's to show prestige to all officials." Lu Qishang said lightly. "He just wants others to know that even if the throne changes, he, Bai Heng, is still the iron-clad chief minister of the cabinet."

"His more than [-] pieces of advice are obviously concerned for the country and the people, but in fact he is admonishing the Holy Majesty, asking him to obey the rules and act according to the rules. about?"

Song Xuan's face darkened: "He just wants to be a puppet."

Lu Qishang said coldly: "This is not called a puppet, this is called Mingjun."

"As long as the Holy Majesty abides by their rules, the Holy Majesty will be a wise king who is kind and elegant, and they will be good ministers. Wouldn't it be beautiful for the monarch and his ministers to get along with each other?"

When Lu Qishang said this, he seemed to be stating a fact, with a casual sarcasm in his eyes.

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, but couldn't tell what was weird.

He is ignorant of government affairs, and has only heard of the Mingjun mentioned in the book, and he is indeed a good follower.But if you follow the road paved by Prime Minister Bai, without making your own decisions, and just follow the words of etiquette and virtue in their mouths, what is the difference with puppets and living dead?

Lu Qishang took another sip of tea: "You shouldn't have stopped Bai Heng today, they might hold back for a while, but sooner or later they will target you."

Song Xuan frowned: "Your Majesty..."

"The Holy Majesty only needs to agree on the surface, and then pretend to be sick a few times. With Bai Heng's virtuousness, he will naturally change the court system—" Lu Qishang suddenly looked at him. "Based on your relationship with the Holy One, it shouldn't be difficult to remind him of this."

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, and wanted to explain: "I..."

Lu Qishang stretched out his hand suddenly to stop his explanation: "I've said enough today, you should tell me about the officials."

Song Xuan had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he still organized his thoughts and answered Lu Qishang's questions one by one.

Lu Qishang asked questions from a wide range of angles. Sometimes Song Xuan had to think for a long time before answering, but he would be overwhelmed by Lu Qishang again.

After going back and forth like this, the two chatted for several hours without knowing it, and the tea and snacks on the table were unknowingly eaten, and Song Xuan's stomach also growled.

Only then did Lu Qishang let him go: "It's almost the end of the day, I still need to tidy up, and I'll come back to ask you another day."

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Your Excellency hasn't asked about the Red Swordsman."

Lu Qishang said with a straight face, "Next time."

Song Xuan took out a few books from the bookshelf, and handed them to him with a smile: "If your lord likes Red Swordsman, you might as well take a look at these books, they are all good books."

Lu Qishang took the booklet and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't get paid for nothing."

Song Xuan laughed: "I just want to know, why did your lord tell me this?"

"The upper half of the people are afraid that they don't want the Holy Majesty to interfere too much in political affairs, but they dare not say it. Don't you want the Holy Majesty to be just a puppet?"

Lu Qishang rolled up his sleeves, his expression stiffened, "The late emperor reigned for more than [-] years, and for more than ten years he did not care about political affairs. The court has long since established its own set of rules, and the power has been divided up long ago. Up and down act to hide evil people and practices, party and friends collude, and officials and officials protect each other, but their faces are full of empty words of etiquette and morality.

"Even if it's me, I can't fight against everyone with my own strength. I can only drift with the flow and figure it out slowly, but I haven't made much progress for many years."

"Now the only person who can break the situation is the Holy One."

"Bai Heng is afraid that he will be a tyrant who doesn't understand the rules." Lu Qishang's eyes were full of sparks, "I'd rather he be a tyrant than the chaotic wise man that Bai Heng said."

Song Xuan was taken aback for a moment, it was the first time he heard a courtier say that he expected the emperor to be a tyrant.

Song Xuan asked: "Then why don't you tell your majesty..."

"The Holy Majesty doesn't trust any of us. If we want to gain his trust, I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach the sky." Lu Qishang's eyes focused on Song Xuan. "However, you are a shortcut."

"I……"

"I, Lu Qishang, have never gambled in my life, but this time, I dare to bet my treasure on you." Lu Qishang's eyes flashed a hint of teasing, and he reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Think about it, maybe... you can discuss it with the Holy One."

Song Xuan was dumbfounded.

He discovered another thing.

The well-known old fox in the officialdom may not be scary, but the upright one on the surface may be the shrewd person who has been hiding for a long time.