Chapter 1006 The storm in Tai’an City is about to come, and Chu Kuangnu risked his life to repay the news
The third year of Xiangfu, winter.
The Central Plains are unstable. Originally, the Guangling River was evenly matched north and south, and the situation instantly took a sharp turn, due to King Chen Zhibao of Shu and Prince Zhao Zhu of Yanla. But there were two cavalrymen, without any escorts, and they went to Wu Chongxuan’s army chief tent, persuaded the general of the Conquest of the South who was the Minister of War to turn against each other again.
The rebels rushed to the north, and Lu Shengxiang, who was stationed in the southern part of the capital, was in a dilemma of danger in a blink of an eye.
After hearing this horrible news, Huang Zi Gongqing of Tai’an City, everyone was as messy as an ant on a hot pan.
Tantanweng, who had already resigned due to illness, had to participate in the big and small court meeting again, which made people feel a little calmer.
In the middle of winter, the weather is cold and the earth is cold.
A carriage slowly drove out of Huan Mansion and came to a dilapidated mansion just across the street. The plaque had long been removed and became a homeless place.
The old man walked off the carriage with two pots of wine, climbed up the stairs, and reached out to tear off the seal attached to the door.
The few Zhao Gou spies hidden in the darkness, although they were extremely high in their rank, turned a blind eye to them.
The old man hugged two pots of wine in his chest and pushed open the door with great difficulty with one hand.
The old man walked around the corridor and walked directly to the study room. Some books have been moved away, and some books have been left behind. What has been moved away is actually just dusty, it’s just a place to change.
There is still only one chair in the study.
Looking back at the time, in the court and the country, except for Zhao Li and Zhao Dun, the only one who served as the king of Liyang was probably the only one who could sit here casually and occupy the nest with peace of mind.
Huan Wen walked around the empty desk, put two pots of wine on the table, wiped away the heavy dust with his sleeves, and then he slowly sat down. If it were in previous years, the purple-bearded and blue-eyed man would have stood at the window.
Tantanweng looked to the window and said softly, “Biyan’er, look, you left the matter, but you didn’t get the peaceful and prosperous times in your mind, but you only got such a messy and shitty situation. Wouldn’t you feel guilty? You’re too lucky to die long ago, or you would regret it to death!”
The old man snorted coldly, “That’s when you are not here, or I really wish I could slap you on your head. I really hit you, it’s definitely not to scare you.”
The old man fell into silence.
Lu Baijie, the governor of Guanglingdao, did not know the life or death, but the commander Wang Xionggui was expelled from the country for some reason. He escaped the disaster in both his life and his reputation. Finally, under the escort of Lu Shengxiang, he was about to return to the capital.
In the matter of welcoming Wang Xionggui to Beijing, the Tai’an City Court Association still had a leisurely and leisurely dispute. Originally, Wang Xionggui’s heir to Zhang Lu and former Minister of Revenue, he was the Minister of Revenue.As for the three identities of the current Taoist magistrate, Sima Puhua, the Minister of Rites, went out of the city to welcome him. It is natural that Guangling Road fell, causing half of the country to be corrupt. Wang Xionggui was extremely depressed. Even if he returned to Tai’an City alive, he would be able to imagine how bleak the future would be. The Ministry of Rites’ yamen in the Liyang court is becoming higher and higher, now second only to the Ministry of Personnel of the Heavenly Official Yin Maochun. Sima Puhua is worried that the capital’s reputation will be damaged, and he is even more afraid that Wang Xionggui will be implicated and vents his anger for the young emperor. Naturally, the second in charge of the Ministry of Rites, Jin Lanting, openly scolds Wang Xionggui for being misleading the court in Shilin Poetry Conference many times, and will never go out to welcome him. Therefore, it was the poor right assistant minister Jiang Yongle’s turn to take over. In fact, the Liaodong Shizi Group, which has recently risen in the temple, has made up his mind to beat the fallen dog and publicize Wang Xionggui’s overwhelming responsibilities in Tai’an City. If Qi Yanglong had not decided and stopped the increasingly fierce storm, it would have been the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, but the official of the Ministry of Justice carrying shackles.
Huan Wen was used to the rise and fall of the officialdom, so he couldn’t say much about this, but he was just a little discouraged.
In a peaceful and prosperous era, the civil officials spoke too much, just like the comments on the slaughter of Xu Xiao during the Yonghui period, it was harmless, and the Xu Crook, who was far away in the northwest, was too lazy to care about it.
But now it is not as good as it was back then, and it cannot be said in the same way.
Huan Wen had no reason to think of that young man, Zhang Bianguan, the youngest son of Biyan, who was said to be the most prominent but unqualified official in the capital. He was said to be a coward who dared not even bully men and women. He was not good at making a fortune, and the young man was not trusted at both ends, so no one liked to pay attention to it.
Among the children of Biyan, only Zhang Bianguan likes her the most. She is not afraid of seeing herself and dares to make any jokes.
Huan Wen heard that after Zhang Bianguan left Zhang’s mansion, he married a woman from a small family and lived a dull little life in the alleys of the city. His favorite thing was to wander around and watch those flocks of pigeons fly in the sky of Tai’an City, day after day, year after year.
Unfortunately, in the end, such a young man who was indifferent to the world died.
The old man opened a pot of wine, raised his head and took a sip, and suddenly felt a little sad.
The old man stood up and came to the window, pushing the window to look at the gray sky.
It’s snowing in the evening, so I can drink a cup without a cup. A pot of money is just a carefree one.
The old man took a sip of wine, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled, “Hey, you can’t drink such a mellow wine, you’re so hungry.”
This Tantanweng, who has been in a high position for three dynasties, sighed and whispered, “I almost forgot that you don’t like drinking.”
The old man said angrily like a child, “There are people in the world who don’t like drinking! It’s outrageous!”
Tantanweng leaned against the window, looked at the desk, drank in small sips, and soon drank most of the time, a little drunk.
If you are drunk in a little while, you will be in a state of life.
The old man seemed to see a scholar with purple beard and blue eyes, sitting behind the desk, smiling at him.
Tantanwen remembered the scene when he and that guy were studying hard at the sages when they were young. He slowly lifted up the wine pot and laughed softly, “Don’t misunderstand the confucians, study will not disappoint others.”
The man seemed to answer, “Be a farmer in the morning, and ascend to the emperor’s hall in the evening.”
Tantanwen continued to recite: “The whole court is precious, and all the scholars are scholars.”
In the end, the two of them recited together, “The emperor is worthy of heroes!”
Tantanwen laughed loudly, not daring to look over there again, for fear that he would never see the figure again in the next moment.
The old man drank the last sip of the pot, put the pot on the window railing, and staggered away from the study room.
Only our generation has written books that have been unwilling to let me down since ancient times.
On the desk, there was a pot of fine wine that no one drank.
Since ancient times, all sages have been lonely.