Human dimension reduction

Danqing Ling is in charge of the history book, commenting on the merits and demerits of emperors and the rise and fall of generations. It is a seemingly insignificant but significant existence. It has nothing to do with them, so no matter what the political affairs are, it is not Dan Qingling's turn to participate in the speech.

From this point of view, Danqing Ling is just an official position that sounds noble but has no power or influence.

But no one with a brain would underestimate the tough historians on Danqingtai like this, especially the emperor who is very good-looking and sensitive and suspicious when he gets old.

In the past few years, the emperor has asked Dan Qingtai several times for daily life notes, wanting to see how he is written in the history books, but there are rules in the past, the emperor is not allowed to read his own daily life notes, and what he can see is nothing but official historians. The edited and edited deleted version is something that each other knows well.

After watching the deleted version, the emperor was even more dissatisfied. He was eager to know what was in those things that he could not see, and how people in the future would comment on him.

Immersed in power and wealth all his life, and supported by all the people in the world. When he was young, he was a leisurely and wealthy king. When he grew up, the crisis of family and country collapse did not rest on his shoulders. When the world is about to calm down, the emperor and the prince will collapse one after another. When he passed away, the throne that so many people had desperately fought for fell into his arms so easily. It can be said that the emperor's life has been so smooth that people can't even feel jealous.

The emperor who grew up in such an extremely smooth environment is like an unhealthy person who will always stay in childhood. No matter how old his appearance is, he cannot be called a man of sound mind.

Just like a child who wants to be liked by everyone, he also wants to be respected and loved by everyone after he has obtained supreme power and wealth.

Dan Qingtai rejected his request.

Integrity and neutrality are the foundation of historians. It is the bottom line for them to abide by the emperor's order and not mention a word about the Six Years' War. If they are required to hand over their personal notes and allow the emperor to edit them, it is better to hang them collectively on the Danqingtai.

The emperor finally reluctantly dismissed this idea after three consecutive Danqing Ling clashed with the pillars, but Danqing Terrace became the place he hated the most, and then the court even deliberately removed the place belonging to Danqing Ling , the Dan Qingling who succeeded Xie Zhuo did not dare to speak out to protest, so he could only stand silently at the end of the queue, standing there for several months.

However, although the Danqing Order seems to have no practical effect, it has a power that even the emperor cannot interfere with-publishing official history.

The history books of the six-year war were buried and sealed by countless hands, but they couldn't cover up a picture order that was determined to publish the truth to the world.

Everyone's eyes were pressed on Xie Zhuo's body, and the kneeling man in a rough light blue dress pressed his hands on the cold ground, his bound eyes "looking" at the void ahead - that is The direction of the emperor's throne, they all knew that he couldn't see anything, but the emperor inexplicably broke out in layers of cold sweat on his back.

He pressed his hands firmly on the gold-carved armrests of the dragon chair, suppressing the dizziness: "You...published...what?!"

In this rhetorical question, he seemed to understand what Xie Zhuo meant, leaning his upper body forward was a subconscious movement to stand up.

"Master... Go get it, get it—I want to see it!" He tremblingly pointed at the thick roll of paper in front of Xie Zhuo, his voice suppressed in his throat, like the strange howling of a wild beast when it learns that human beings can't do it.

The big servant hurried down the steps, walked to Xie Zhuo, bent down and picked up the roll of paper, without hesitation, returned to the emperor's side at a faster speed than when he came.

The emperor stretched out his hand to grab it, but a second before touching the paper, he withdrew his hand timidly, staring at it with eyes like watching a scourge.

This roll of paper is very low-quality straw paper at a glance. The paper is rough, and there are even broken grass stems that have not been cleaned. Ordinary ink sticks are no match. The emperor was far away and could already smell the strong smell of ink on it. On the yellowed paper with different colors, the poor quality ink was on the poor quality paper, and the color was blurred with rough edges. The handwriting is like a ball of blood dripping on the paper.

It's just these broken things that add up to less than two dollars, but the things that the emperor fears the most are recorded on them.

"Read, read!" The emperor didn't have the courage to open it with his own hands to read it, but when the waiter flipped through the snow-like pages to read, the emperor snatched the scroll again, with such force and rough movements that he directly read it. The outermost rolls of paper were torn.

He opened his aging eyelids and glanced at the thin and sharp handwriting. The courtiers below didn't care too much, and began to look at the emperor's face, trying to figure out the direction of the wind.

After a while, the emperor's face twitched, a pair of cloudy eyes pressed down gloomyly, and the drooping eyelids were loosely pressed on the eyelids. He retracted all the emotions that were revealed just now, as if he was always happy. An angry emperor.

This performance did not make people relax, but increased everyone's worries.

The calm before the storm is nothing like this.

In the suffocating silence, the emperor suddenly sneered.

He threw a thick stack of paper in his hand on the ground, casually raised his boots and crushed it, the rough paper was crushed, and thin pieces of paper flew down from the high imperial steps like snowflakes, sprinkled on the ground. On the smooth ground, it fell into the eyes of people with different expressions.

Xie Zhuo, who couldn't see anything, raised his face slightly. He couldn't see, but he could hear the rustling sound of paper being torn, so it was easy to understand what happened.

The man silently "looked" in the direction of the imperial steps, with a normal expression, calmly accepted this silent humiliation.

"Xie Qing has the world in his heart, it is really my great summer blessing."

The emperor stepped on Xie Zhuo's hard work and casually said words of praise. Wang Yuanzhi looked at him expressionlessly, as if looking at something strange.

Xie Shoufu still closed his eyes half-closed, and the point of sight happened to be a torn paper page, the handwriting on it was smudged and dirty, but the handwriting was still sharp and clear.

"However, God is not blessed. Xie Qing is now blind and unable to see. Writing history and writing books is the foundation of the country. It is wrong to entrust Xie Qing hastily. Seeing that Xie Qing traveled thousands of miles back to Beijing to expose Zhao Wuque, I settled down in Xie's house. Well, if there is no serious matter, don't go out."

He turned his face and looked at Xie Shoufu: "Mr. Qing must also teach his nephew well. Xie Qing can't see, just like a child with a curly head, who can't read or write. Let's start with... the children's classics."

The mask-like rigid smirk on the emperor's face finally showed a hole here, revealing the vicious complacency underneath.

Xie Zhuo's position as Danqing Ling was personally sealed by him just now, you have no jokes, if you can't open your mouth to change it, then Xie Zhuo's authority as Danqing Ling will be fundamentally eliminated-a blind man who the emperor has identified as ignorant , I can't even recognize the characters, how can the history books published by him be regarded as official history?It's just a fanciful legend.

Even if he had to bear a little unknown reputation for this, the emperor felt that this shortcoming was not unbearable compared to the feeling of trampling Xie Zhuo, the former man of a well-known family in Beijing, under his feet.

Xie Shoufu's fingers twitched nervously.

Behind him, the disciples of the Xie family who had been cultivating themselves for many years suddenly changed their expressions.

This is more than an insult to Xie Zhuo alone?This is obviously an insult to the Xie family, and even to all the powerful families!

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

As they tried to argue something, louder voices interrupted their words.

Those who speak out have different official positions, both civil and military, some from aristocratic families, and some from poor families.

These groups who used to fight to the death because of factions and powerful opinions, stood on the same front as never before, against Xie Zhuo and his history books. Those who are astonishingly talented are regarded as illiterate vulgar people.

Amidst the waves of voices, an incompatible voice suddenly sounded: "I implore Your Majesty to think twice."

"Xie Yinyu was enlightened at the age of three. He was rarely known as a child prodigy, but he was not as weak as a crown. Enrollment in learning is an act of humiliating pillars and celebrities, and it will make the world's talented people turn their backs."

Wang Yuanzhi pressed one hand on the table, without thinking about every word, every word was sonorous and forceful.

The emperor's expression became cloudy and uncertain again, with a little more suspicion in his eyes.

He remembered that Wang Yuanzhi and Xie Zhuo had old grievances, why...

Seeing Wang Yuanzhi defending his words, someone immediately retorted: "Your Majesty speaks so well, how can you go back on what you say?"

"Song Qing's words are reasonable," the emperor answered, "If Xie Zhuo refuses to accept my love and love and insists on disobeying, then...follow Wu Liang and ask God if he is willing to uphold justice."

Wang Yuanzhi's expression froze.

Wu Liang asked the sky, this is an allusion recorded in "Great Rites". The loyal minister Wu Liang was wronged and framed to death by a traitor. After his death, Wu Liang's soul returned to the Nine Heavens. The thunderbolt smashed the iron bars that bound Wu Liang's body and brought Wu Liang back to life to prove that Wu Liang was an innocent and loyal minister.

The premise of imitating Wu Liang Wentian is to ask people to die first.

Such unreasonable things are obviously making things difficult with malicious intentions. A multiple-choice question is placed in front of Xie Zhuo, either admit that he is not worthy, and stay in Xie's mansion for the rest of his life, lying on Zhao Wuque's bones to live a wealthy and idle life , or die here, and completely overthrow the emperor's words.

For Xie Zhuo, this is not a multiple-choice question.

He straightened his back, and his voice was clear: "Thank you for your kindness, Wu Liang is a loyal minister who will live forever, and I dare not be brazen to follow suit, but please die, so that I can repay your kindness by showing my ambition."

The emperor seemed to have never seen such a person before. He stared at Xie Zhuo for a long time with a pair of cloudy eyes, and finally broke into an extremely angry and ugly smile: "Okay, I'm sure! Come on! Send Xie Zhuo Drag it down, stick to death!"

Wang Yuan's complexion changed abruptly, he didn't care much, and quickly came out: "Danqing ordered to report the Dingzhou army's rebellion, which has contributed to the society, and Xie Yinyu's talent has spread far and wide, he is an example for scholars..."

Wang Yuan's words were all within reason, and the emperor's anger was slowly calmed down. After all, he is not a fool. It is indeed not a wise move to kill Xie Zhuo rashly, especially...

He glanced aside, Xie Shoufu was sitting there, as if he was indifferent to this, but who knew what he was thinking?

Everyone can see that the emperor's mind has changed, maybe Xie Zhuo will still die, but at least not today.

Many people who wanted to fan the flames regretfully pressed down what they wanted to say, and if they continued to stir up the flames, they were afraid that the emperor's wrath would be directed at them.

They don't say it, but someone wants to say it.

"Danqingling is indeed a great talent. People like Zhao Wuque have tens of thousands of soldiers and countless scouts. Danqingling can easily escape under his hands. It is really something that no one can do. It can be seen that Xie Langjun is quick-witted and has the ability of ordinary people. The incomparable great wisdom is really the great talent to stabilize the country."

The moment the sound appeared, Wang Yuanzhi suddenly turned his head, his eyes were like steel knives scraping bones, and he flung towards a certain corner. In just a short moment, he realized that something was wrong.

Huan Zhenzhi...how could it be him!

His tone was full of sincere admonitions, but he was clearly implying that Emperor Xie Zhuo's escape from Dingzhou was tricky. Ordinary people would involuntarily come to the conclusion that Xie Zhuo and Zhao Wuque colluded. It was clear that Xie Zhuo was going to be put to death immediately!

But why Huan Zhenzhi? !In the past few years, he has helped find Xie Zhuo everywhere, and he is very concerned about this matter——

Wang Yuan's heart sank.

He has killing intent towards Yinyu, so this is one of the reasons why Yinyu has been hiding himself?

He didn't have time to think more, and he didn't have time to dig out the cause and effect. This simple sentence completely touched the emperor's inverse scales.

Rebellion, as long as it is suspected to be related to this matter, it will not be let go.

"General Xie Zhuo, stick to death."

There is no need for verification, just an introduction of suspicion is enough for him to make this decision.

The guard in the hall suddenly agreed, and stepped forward with a halberd to drag Xie Zhuo down. The man who was restrained moved his head and did not resist. He just took a fixed "look" in the direction of the speaker, and then said peacefully. Hanging his head, shaking his hair, he showed a slight smile.

--Got you.