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Seeing that Song Ling didn't speak, Shi Xiuyuan thought that Song Ling still had a grudge, so he turned over the old things from the past years, picked them up one by one, and broke up with him, "How can I bear being locked up in Lihua Lane at a young age?" Shi Xiuyuan said one by one. He flicked his fingers one by one, "In that poor place, there are no beauties, no good wine, and no beautiful scenery. One day is short-lived for one year. I have no choice but to figure out how to get out."

"And your mother..."

"She's not my mother!" Song Ling interrupted suddenly, Shi Xiuyuan had never seen a proud student so groggy, he coughed a few times and echoed: "I don't look like her at all, she doesn't look like a mother at all."

"Go on, let's go on. In this Lihua Lane, only Mrs. Song is the most special. If you compare Lihua Lane to a prison cell, everyone except me and Mrs. Song are jailers. Just run away, but Mrs. Song is the number one 'visited guest' in Tianzitou, and the jailer knows exactly how many hairs she loses every day."

Song Ling's body tensed up, and he put on a defensive posture. He resisted everything in Lihua Lane and Mrs. Song. He wanted to forget all of this but couldn't help but want to know more.

"Ms. Song once ran with you in her arms. You were only a little old at that time. Let me think about it. You were only a year old, and you just knew how to say a few words. She almost escaped from Lihua Lane with you in her arms, but it was too late. She was still discovered when she kicked her, and the surveillance on her has been stricter since then."

"I thought I couldn't get out because she was number one, but she probably had a way of getting me out."

There is no need to talk about what happened after that, Song Ling could already guess the development, and asked, "Then why didn't you go out, sir, and she can't help it."

Shi Xiuyuan snorted in response, "It's not because of you, kid! He took off my robe at night and wouldn't let me go."

In many cases, the friendship and concern that cannot be declared can only be lost in jokes and jokes.

Shi Xiuyuan said that Song Ling was not like him, but in fact they were alike in one aspect, they both avoided the word "emotion" like snakes and scorpions, saying they cared about them, or saying something about being reluctant would kill them.One always feels that women are petty and unwilling to talk about it, and the other is deeply thoughtful, unwilling to let others see a single bit of their heart.

Shi Xiuyuan got tired of watching Can He and called Song Ling to go out to find other fun. He walked with his hands behind his head and asked in a flat tone: "Ling, are you the homeless man outside the city?" Did you put it in?"

When Shi Xiuyuan came back from the palace, he saw many unkempt people begging in the street along the way, and even some seriously ill people huddled in the shadows in the corners. He could tell by his toes that they were people from Liuzhou.He heard that it was Jing Zhaoyin who ordered him to be released into the city, and that old boy Lan Muqing had also dealt with him in the past.

He is also the most timid and mediocre, so he would never take the initiative to let the exiles into the city. He wished that a bowl of rat poison would kill all the untouchables, so as not to dirty the land under the emperor's feet.

Unless someone pinched his handle, and Lan Muqing's handle needn't be thought of - money.

It was also heard that people in Lan Muqing's mansion got drunk and caused trouble after drinking and smashed four or five stores under Wang Shang's name. Looking at it this way, the inside story of the matter couldn't be clearer.

Song Ling's eyes darkened, and he said lightly, "Look at them pitifully, let Lan Muqing let them in with a little trick."

Shi Xiuyuan suddenly turned around and stared at Song Ling with a serious expression, "Ling, look at me." He took a few steps closer, stretched out his finger and pointed at Song Ling's heart, "I don't have the heart of the world like a saint, and I never thought I could change it." A person's nature. Nature is evil, nature is good, born destined. I am a bastard myself, and I don't expect to teach you to be like an ancient gentleman. But since you are my student, even if you can't be a good person, you can't committed a crime against humanity."

"I just hope you can be an ordinary person."

He put more force on Song Ling's heart, "Ling, it's not your fault that your good heart has been worn down by this world. But as long as I live for one day, I will be your conscience."

Song Ling's heart was itchy, his lips moved, as if he had made a huge mistake, he drooped his eyelashes and dared not look at Shi Xiuyuan, his voice was like a mosquito, "Beijing officials are corrupt, and the Hyogo will be empty when my father goes out. If there are enough weapons, my father and brother may not..."

A complicated look flashed in Shi Xiuyuan's eyes. He felt pity, regret, and even anger. He let out a long breath, "Which ones have you found out that are embezzling?"

"It's as numerous as termites eating rotten wood. Today's evil is the fault of only one person," Song Ling shook his head. "Some of the refugees suffer from the plague. As long as the plague spreads throughout the city, several high-ranking officials will always be killed. Lan Muqing will bear the brunt."

Shi Xiuyuan took a breath, he never expected that Song Ling's idea was actually this idea, his voice trembled with fear, "Have you ever thought about the innocent people in Shangjing? Do you think that once the plague breaks out, the most suffering will be?" Is it those corrupt officials? It’s only the weak people.” Shi Xiuyuan’s voice suddenly rose, like the sound of a bell, “Song Ling, you’re probably crazy!”

The student who hadn't seen him for many years turned out to be a vicious person who would use any means to achieve his goals. All peoples are pawns, and no one is useless.In addition to rage and heartbreak, Shi Xiuyuan felt a deep sense of frustration. He had seen Song Ling's child since he was a child - ruthless.

When he was young, he always had blind confidence in himself, thinking that even if his nature was evil, there might not be no room for maneuver, but the reality gave him a head-on blow.

Song Ling lifted his robe and knelt down, kowtowing heavily: "I have owed my teacher, but Ling Wuhui." His head was so low that he couldn't see his expression clearly, and the jade carving's fingertips were bloodshot, "They deserve to die."

"They, which one of them?" Shi Xiuyuan laughed back angrily, "You mean the common people? How innocent are the common people? In your eyes, they are also guilty of the same crime as them?" He took two steps away and refused to accept Song Ling's gift, "No, in your eyes Have you ever seen all living beings, but a few clouds, a cloud of air, and they die quietly."

"I'm not worthy to be your husband," Shi Xiuyuan walked away.

The wind blowing up the sleeve robe when he left made Song Ling's face ache. He got up on the ground, snapped his fingers at the shadow, and after a while, there were more people silently.

"Send those infected with the plague out of the city," Song Ling moved his fingertips up to the position Shi Xiuyuan touched just now, the remaining warmth was still there.

He silently looked up at the sky and murmured, "Conscience."

Another three or four days later, until the eve before the inspection convoy was about to leave for Jiangdong, Song Ling hesitated and knocked on Shi Xiuyuan's door again and again.

Shi Xiuyuan personally opened the door for him and led him to sit on the kang, and brought out a century-old flower-carved pot. When the bottle was opened, the aroma of the wine overflowed, and anyone who hadn't drunk it was already drunk.The master and the apprentice drank with their heads covered, neither said a word, and they agreed not to mention the unhappiness of the day.

After drinking for three rounds, Shi Xiuyuan's eyes were still sober, but Song Ling's cheeks were flushed, showing a hint of drunkenness. Shi Xiuyuan turned the wine glass and stared at the amber liquid, "I also did something wrong that day. It's understandable for you to want revenge, Li Chao Ruined your Luo family a lot, but you shouldn't implicate innocent people."

Song Ling tasted very good wine, and when he was drunk, he just sat there, his skin was as thin as pear petals that had been beaten by the rain. He was easier to get along with when he was drunk, and murmured with drooping eyelids: "It's me No, I was wrong sir..."

Shi Xiuyuan leaned forward and rubbed the top of his hair, "Every evil must have its culprit. Fu Yu is to blame for the Luo family's current situation. You have a difficult heart, and if you continue like this, you may go astray and never turn back. You Mr. will help you, except for Fu Yu to relieve your demons." He withdrew his hand, and looked sideways at the waning moon falling in the sky through the window, "It's not only for you, but also for my long-cherished wish."

"A long-cherished wish?" Song Ling's eyes cleared away the chaos, "What is your long-cherished wish, sir?"

Shi Xiuyuan laughed loudly, "Speaking of this, you should be energetic."

For him, the unbearable past is gone, and he can even talk about the past to his students plainly, "When I was young, I spent my whole life trying to change my word."

"Boom!" Song Ling accidentally knocked down the incense burner, faintly drunk and flew out of the clouds. He faintly realized that he had come into contact with the truth about Mr. Shi's exile back then.

"I was an official in the same dynasty as Fu Yu, and I was overwhelmed by him everywhere. When the first emperor was there, I participated in the general examination with him during the Qitai period. I was the number one scholar and he was the Tanhualang."

"At that time, I was full of ambition and saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. But after that, I was inferior to him in every way as an official in the same dynasty. Changtong ascended the throne in order to eliminate the influence of the late emperor as soon as possible to establish his own prestige, and wanted to change the law of the ancestors."

"At that time, we all knew that Changtong was weak, and the bubbling reform would be counterattacked, and the person in charge might be doomed. But I just wanted to show my ambitions, completely overwhelm Fu Yu, and realize my ambitions. Fu Yu and I were both affected by Chang With the secret edict, I want to change the law of my ancestors."

"Fu Yu succeeded, but I failed."

Song Lingxin said, this makes sense.He woke up completely, picked up the incense burner and asked, "What do you want to do, sir?"

"There is only one thing to say, the rest are all changes of chasing fame and profit, mostly for the benefit of the adults, and abandoning the people like dung."

"The Change of Field Law."

Tian Fa?Song Ling squeezed the palms of his hands. It was recorded in the book that now the land of the Li Dynasty is privately owned, and all the people of the Li Dynasty whose household registration is registered have one person and one field.

It seems reasonable to let everyone have land to grow, but Song Ling once traveled to the surrounding counties and found that this is not the case.The common people sold their cultivated land to rich households due to various unavoidable reasons, and now most of the common people are tenants farming the land for the lords.

Over time, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

And the landlords and nobles are so blatant because Fu Yu is in front of the stage to support the law of private ownership. Fu Yu keeps the money of the upper and middle class people, and they turn to Fu Yu's platform, so Fu Yu can fight back and forth with the family Xiangdang , and there is even a tendency to suppress the two. It can be said that Fu Yu's lifeline is this Tianfa.

Once Tian's law changes, Fu Yu will suffer backlash. He has already made many enemies, surrounded by wolves, and once there is no more minced meat to feed the wolves, no one can guarantee whether the hungry and green-eyed wolves will aim their mouths at him. Host.

After thinking through this point, Song Ling tentatively asked, "Convert private property into national property?"

Since small, medium and large landlords emerged in endlessly, it would be better for the imperial court to be the landlord, and all the people in the world would rent land from the imperial court, so the problem would be solved easily.

Shi Xiuyuan loves talking to smart people the most, he doesn't waste his brain, he nodded: "Exactly."

Song Ling frowned and said, "Back then Mr. Fu Yu was weak and could not beat him, but now his power in the court is deeply intertwined, how can it change?"

Shi Xiuyuan was broad-minded and didn't care about Song Ling's harsh words. He had already lost at the time, so he didn't need to worry about it. He took a big gulp from the bottle and said with a smile: "You are wrong, Fu Yu can stand in the court for so many years , relying on the trust of Changtong.

"Although Changtong is weak, he is orthodox. When Changtong first came to the throne, the Xiangdang and the family forced him to dare not go to court for several months. Fu Yu was the sharp edge he found. The weak emperors and lonely ministers supported each other. Changtong If you give him 100% trust, Fu Yu will be orthodox. Now that Changtong is against him, no matter how powerful he is in the court, no matter how many party members, no matter how luxuriant his root system is, he will be like a castle in the sky, like a duck in the water."

"It seems powerful, but in fact there is a fatal weakness, just use a little force," Shi Xiuyuan put the empty wine bottle on the kang table, made a posture of retreating, the bottle drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell to the ground Crushed, "Just like this bottle."

Chang Tong no longer believed in him or said that Emperor Chang Tong was afraid of him. Song Ling recalled the meeting with Chang Tong in Qingjing Palace and Chang Tong's past actions. Only love yourself.

Defeating Fu Yuyuan was easier than he thought, even though he was as calm as Song Ling, he was a little excited when he realized this.

Shi Xiuyuan saw that it was late at night, and Song Ling was leaving for Jiangdong at four o'clock tomorrow, so he issued an order to evict guests.

"It's a long journey, but we cherish it all the way."

"Where do you want to go again?" Wang Ju rubbed his ears and eyes, wondering if it was his servant.

Luo Jinnian carelessly fiddled with the brush on Wang Ju's desk, "Jiang Dong, are you so hard of hearing?"

Wang Ju snatched the ravaged and disfigured pen washer, his heart ached, he blew his beard and stared at him and said, "Are you going to Jiangdong at a time like this? Aren't you afraid that the court will call?"

Young and familiar Luo Jin took out a brand-new set of Ru kiln tea sets from the cabinet, picked and picked a single tea bowl, poured a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus dew from the pot, chewed peonies and drank it all in one gulp, smacking his lips and saying, "What are you doing?" If you want to be a traitor, call them one by one, didn't Shuai Ren Tian tell you?

"What's the difference?" Wang Ju glared. He was a scholar and knew nothing about war.

Luo Jinnian raised his chin. He was already a head taller than Wang Ju, so now Wang Ju could only see his nose when he looked up.

Luo Jinnian mercifully explained, "Xiaokang County is full of common people, native-born and good people. The rebels have a bad reputation, and now that Di Rong has retired, life is peaceful. Have you ever seen any good people who are willing to rebel in peaceful days? "

"We have to bite to death, self-defense." Luo Jinnian sat on the big case, swinging his feet up.

Wang Ju couldn't see his proud appearance with his dog's tail up in the sky, chasing people out like flies. When Luo Jinnian interrupted him, he forgot to ask him what he wanted to do in Jiangdong.

The annoying person finally left, just as Wang Ju was taking a breath, he caught a glimpse of the door of the cupboard where he put his baby tea set opened at some point from the corner of his eye, and he rushed to the cupboard door in a hurry, shaking his hands and moaning.

The little bastard who kills a thousand knives only picks out valuable waste!