240 Rotten person (1)
Emperor yuanjing looked at Wei Yuan and nodded, ââWhatâs the matter?â
âIn the report sent back by the Qingzhou governorâs office, did it specify that this poem was written by the governor, yang Gong?â Wei Yuan asked.
âŠ. What did he mean by that? The wily old foxes in the officialdom had an inkling.
Emperor yuanjing didnât answer, but asked, ââWhatâs the problem?â
The memorial did not clearly state that the poem was written by yang Gong, and the wording was as follows:Duke yang ordered the officials of Qingzhou to set up a commandment monument and carve words on it to warn the world.
This was a very smart choice of words. It was not clear, but it did not deny it. In Emperor Yuan jingâs eyes, this was a tacit agreement.
âThis poem was not written by yang Gong, it was written by someone else. This lowly subject feels that once this poem is circulated, it will definitely be famous throughout the world. To me, this is a chance to become famous. It shouldnât have been monopolized by yang Gong.â Wei Yuan said.
âOh? Since when did Qingzhou have such a great talent?â Emperor Yuan jing laughed and became interested. He stared at Wei Yuan and said, ââBut how did you know?â
It was not yang Gongâs doing, it was someone else ⊠There were indeed many talents in Qingzhou. It was a big province for scientific research ⊠As Emperor yuanjing asked this question, everyone turned to look at Wei Yuan.
They were all wondering how Wei Yuan knew that the poem was not written by yang Gong.
âHeâs not from Qingzhou either.â Wei Yuan shook his head.
Emperor Yuan jing answered with a questioning tone.
âFurthermore, I also know that this poem was not written in Qingzhou. It was published more than a month ago. Itâs not done by the people of Qingzhou.â Wei Yuan said.
This time, all the officials also gave a puzzled âhmm.â The official who said âthis is the great tribute poemâ questioned,
âDuke of Wei, donât keep her Majesty in suspense.â
Heâs an old troll, putting on a hat the moment he opens his mouth.
It had already been revealed more than a month ago ⊠Itâs not the work of the people of Qingzhou ⊠The sharp-minded officialâs heart moved and he had a guess.
For a moment, the faces of the Dukes turned strange.
Wei Yuan looked at Emperor Yuan jing, whose face had darkened, and said calmly, â this poem was written by the watchman of the Yamen, Xu Qi âan. The original work is still in the Yamen. If you all want to enjoy it, I can borrow it.
As expected, it was him ⊠The low discussions started again.
âThis kid is a genius, itâs a pity he doesnât study.â
âHmph, that Xu Pingzhi is just a vulgar martial artist, short-sighted.â
âIt would be great if Xu Qi âan could enter the Imperial College!â
At this time, even those who did not like Xu Qi âan could not help but sigh. If such a talented poet was a scholar, of course, if he was a scholar in the Imperial College, how good would that be?
No one questioned Wei Yuanâs lies, not even his political enemies. It was impossible for Wei Yuan to do so, and there was no need to lie about it.
That person looked embarrassed and lowered his head in silence, keeping a low profile.
âWhat do you mean by that?â Emperor Yuan jing asked.
âOf course, Iâm here to help my subordinate become famous,â Wei Yuan chuckled.
Emperor Yuan jing snorted but didnât say anything.
Although he didnât like Xu Qi âan, as a sovereign, he wouldnât hold onto a small gong. Besides, there were many people Emperor Yuan jing disliked in the Imperial court.
Of course, it was another matter if little Gong made a mistake or angered him.
âŠ.
Clear cloud Mountain, cloud deer Institute.
A cloud goose flew over from the horizon, flapping its wings and flying straight towards Mount Qingyun. It flew past courtyards and attics, and was easily caught by a hand in an exquisite Pavilion on the Cliffâs side and in the observation Hall on the second floor.
In the distortion of the clear light, Yunyan turned into an exquisitely cut paper goose, which was very lifelike.
âYang ziqian has sent the books back.â Li Mubai laughed as he turned his head and informed the two great scholars in the room, the two chess players.
Zhang Shen and Chen Tai were having a good time killing. They didnât even raise their heads and casually asked,âWhatâs written on it?â
Li Mubai opened the letter and read it with a smile on his face. Not long after, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his expression became ferocious.
shameless! Heâs simply shameless! Li Mubai suddenly grabbed the letter in his hand and roared,
âOld thief yang Gong, youâre so shameless, and youâre not worthy of being a scholar. I, li Mubai, am ashamed of him.â
The sudden roar startled Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, two great Confucians.
âWhatâs the matter now? How could ziqianâs letter make you so angry?â Zhang Shen shook his head helplessly and mocked, â
âChunjing, itâs because youâre weak-minded and irascible that you lost to Wei Yuan back then. Look at Wei Yuan, heâs as calm as a mountain.â
The great scholar Chen Tai shook his head. Chunjingâs character is indeed a little impatient. Let me see the letter.
Li Mubai was already beyond angry. His heart was filled with the color of lemons. He angrily snorted and threw the letter on the chessboard.
Zhang Shen reached out to pick it up and read it with rapt attention. Yang Gong and yang ziqian said in the letter that he had met the provincial governor team and Xu Qi âan in Qingzhou.
Yang Gong complimented Xu Qi âan without restraint, calling him the number one poet in the five hundred years of Da Feng. As he complimented him, Zhang Shen felt that something was wrong. It felt like he was showing off and taking advantage of someone.
He looked down and saw a poem:
They ate and lived, the Peopleâs wealth. The common people are easy to bully, but the heavens are hard to bully-Xu Qi âan (master yang Gong)
The letter also said that it was carved from the monolith inscriptions.
boom boom boom ⊠The precipice trembled intensely as crushed rocks rolled about. Clear air vibrated from the pavilion as Zhang Shen and Chen Taiâs roars reverberated throughout the entire Yun Lu Academy.
âThat old thief yang Gong isnât worthy of being a teacher. This old man suggests that we kick this thief out of the Yun Lu Academy.â
âItâs fine if itâs just a farewell poem, but this one also belongs to him? This old man is not convinced!â
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