Three full days later, Yang Peng appeared in front of the civil and military officials and began to handle official business. Han Bing presented a letter and said: "This is a report from Du Nan from Yangzhou, orange level." He walked up to Yang Peng. Yang Peng picked up the letter, opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, unfolded it and read it, his brows gradually wrinkled. Putting down the report, he muttered: "Damn it, this birdie actually said bad things about us as soon as he returned to the court!" Everyone didn't know who Yang Peng was talking about and looked at each other blankly.
Yang Peng raised his head and said: "The imperial envoy sent by the imperial court before, Wang Xiaozhi, the Minister of Rites, because he did not get any benefits from us, made nonsense after returning to the imperial court. Compare the policies I implemented in culture and education to The First Emperor of Qin burned books to embarrass Confucians, damn, that’s right. I really just want to burn books to embarrass Confucians! This guy also said that I am Wang Mang, that I hold power with ulterior motives, and that sooner or later I will ‘usurp the Han’!”
After everyone heard this, they didn't feel very angry. Instead, they felt that 'that guy was telling the truth'. Huang Qiaoyun said sarcastically: "What does that guy mean by saying these words in front of the emperor? Is he trying to instigate the emperor to show us some color?"
Everyone laughed, and the laughter was full of contempt and ridicule. Now, let alone Yan Yun and other high-ranking civil and military ministers, even ordinary soldiers and ordinary people looked down on the useless court in the south and did not regard that court at all. Something happened.
Yelu Hanyu thought: "Of course we are not afraid of the court in the south. Now even if we give them the courage, we don't dare to do anything rashly! But if the court in the south reprimands us for being deviant, I'm afraid it will be seen by the Confucian scholars here. When you get hope, you think you can take advantage of it, and you become restless!"
Yang Peng waved his hand nonchalantly, "The scholars have failed to rebel for three years. Those Confucian scholars don't need to take them too seriously!" What Yang Peng said actually made sense. They deceive themselves into thinking that the hearts of the Confucian scholars and scholars are related to the stability of the country, so they dare not touch the interests of the Confucian scholars and scholar-bureaucrats at all. But what if their interests are touched? Historically, the Mongols touched the fundamental interests of the Confucian scholar-bureaucrats. If they had not taken over the Central Plains as usual, during the Qing Dynasty, they had to keep their hair or hair. Didn't the Confucian scholars also resist? Would it have any effect? Didn’t the final Revolution of 1911 succeed in completely overturning the interests of Confucian scholars and officials? Therefore, the argument that Confucianism is the cornerstone of a country's stability is nothing more than something concocted by Confucian scholars to deceive people. It is just a legend. Whether the country is stable has nothing to do with Confucianism. It depends entirely on whether the people can live and work in peace and contentment. If people can live and work in peace and contentment, the country will be stable; otherwise, the country will be unstable. If a king cares too much about Confucian scholars and Confucianism, he will definitely not be able to achieve anything.
After listening to Yang Peng's words, all the civil and military officials showed sarcastic smiles. Everyone had the same view as Yang Peng. They all believed that those Confucian scholars who sang softly all day long would have to wait until the next life to rebel.
After the meeting, Yang Peng left Prince Yan's Mansion incognito, accompanied by Yelu Hanyu. She put on men's clothes, looking like a handsome young master, completely attracting the attention of passers-by. The young ladies and young women on the street frequently looked at Yelu Tri. Yelu Hanyu was used to seeing her with affectionate eyes and didn't care much. Yang Peng joked from the side: "The way you look at those women, they want to swallow you alive! Tsk, tsk, those young women see such a beautiful young man, they are afraid that they will want the man to divorce them after they go back !”
Yelu Hanyu blushed and said angrily, "Not serious!"
Yang Peng said with a bad smile: "In order to stop them from this unrealistic idea..." At this point, Yang Peng hugged Yelu Hanyu's slender waist. There was a commotion all around, and the girls and young women were horrified, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing. Then countless sharp eyes pierced Yang Peng, and countless women gnashed their teeth, as if they wanted to eat Yang Peng alive! Yang Peng, on the other hand, held Yelu Hanyu's waist and swaggered across the street, looking very arrogant and contented, completely ignoring the looks of the people around him. A young woman sighed and said gloomily: "Such a handsome young man was ruined by a stinky man. It's really, really..."
Yelu Hanyu gently bumped Yang Peng's waist with his elbow and said angrily: "You are too mischievous!" Yang Peng said with a bad smile: "How about we be more intimate?" Yelu Hanyu was frightened. He jumped, gently pushed Yang Peng, and said with flushed cheeks: "This is the street, don't mess around!" Yang Peng looked at Yelu Hanyu, smiled mischievously, but said nothing. Yelu Hanyu's heart was beating fast, and she said nervously: "If you, if you mess around, I will, I will..." 'I just' couldn't explain it for a long time. She originally wanted to say:' I will ignore you. 'But I felt that there was no way I could ignore my elder brother, so I couldn't say anything else.
Yang Peng smiled softly and said softly: "Brother, I will listen to you!"
Yelu Hanyu was very happy and gave Yang Peng a gentle look. The women around him were cursing Yang Peng in their hearts. He was a bastard with a long-yang habit and a few bad-money thugs. But when they saw that the good young man in their minds showed affection and love for that stinky man, they felt like a bolt from the blue, and they just wondered how the world had become like this.
Yang Peng and Yelu Hanyu were wandering on the street. Whenever Yang Peng saw interesting gadgets on the street, he would ask Yelu Hanyu if he liked them, but Yelu Hanyu had no interest in these gadgets, but she was still very interested. Happy because she can go shopping with the man she loves most.
Unknowingly, the two of them arrived outside Gaosheng Teahouse. Yelu Hanyu stopped and looked up at the plaque of Gaosheng Teahouse. When Yang Peng saw this, he stopped, followed her gaze and saw that it was a teahouse. He thought that Yelu Tri was thirsty, so he smiled and said, "Let's go in and have a cup of tea." Yelu Hanyu nodded. The two of them walked into the teahouse, followed by the secret guards and flying phoenix female guards who protected them. Some stayed outside the teahouse, and some followed inside.
When the waiter saw a guest coming, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face, bent down and asked: "Do you want to have tea?" Yang Peng saw that there were no empty seats in the lobby on the first floor, so he asked: "Are there any seats upstairs?"
The waiter said quickly: "Yes, yes! There are plenty of seats upstairs. Guests, please come with me!" Then he led Yang Peng and the others to the second floor. As expected, there were much fewer people on the second floor. Only about half of the guests were seated. Almost all of them were scribes wearing Confucian robes. They sat together in twos and threes, drinking tea and chatting in low voices. Because the street was very noisy, their voices could not be heard. It's low, so it's not clear what they're talking about.
The waiter led Yang Peng and others to several tables facing the street, bent down and asked, "What do you gentlemen think of this place?" Yang Peng looked at Yelu Hanyu, who nodded, so Yang Peng and Yelu Han Yu sat down, and the guards sat down at the tables on both sides. There were seven or eight people sitting at each table. The waiter bent down and asked: "I wonder what kind of tea your guest would like to drink and what snacks he would like to eat?" Yang Peng said: "Come on if you like." The waiter said: "We have this year's Hongzhou Shuangjing Tea. Would you like to try it, your guest?" Taste it." Yang Peng vaguely remembered that Shuangjing tea was one of the famous teas at the moment, so he didn't care much and nodded. The waiter's face was full of joy and he said quickly: "Please wait a moment, sir. It'll be fine in a moment." Then he hurried off.
Yang Peng glanced at the tea guests around him and found that since everyone on his side came up, many people had stopped talking, and they were looking at this side with vigilant eyes from time to time, feeling a little sneaky. At this time, Yelu Hanyu's soft voice reached his ears: "This Gaosheng Tea House is a place where Confucian scholars in Tianjing New City usually come!" Yang Peng smiled. Yelu Hanyu suddenly raised his voice and sighed, and said with great resentment: "Hey, the agricultural tax is getting heavier and heavier. I really don't know what to do in the future!" Yang Peng was stunned, not understanding that Meier suddenly appeared. Which part of this line was sung, I understood in my heart. I glanced at the scribes and tea guests around me. They all showed vigilance at first, but when Yelutri said those words, everyone The wary look on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of empathy. I heard a middle-aged scribe not far away sighing: "Fifty percent tax, this is really unheard of! King Yan is so tyrannical, how long can his empire last?"
As soon as he said this, the tea guests all started chatting and criticized Yang Peng and Yang Peng's policies. They politely said that Yang Peng's policies were inappropriate, while the angry ones said that Yang Peng was a tyrant and a poisonous man who would definitely die a good death in the future. . The teahouse was noisy, and almost all of them were criticizing Yang Peng.
Yang Peng had heard too much flattery, and suddenly heard so many people gathering together to curse him, and he couldn't help but feel angry. But then I thought about it, mouths are on other people's heads, so let them say what they want. Why bother? There are many people who love themselves in the world, but there are also many who hate themselves. Don't let others hate you. Do people curse a few words to vent their anger? As soon as I thought about this, I smiled, with a smile that was a little free and easy but also a little helpless.
Yelu Hanyu had been watching his eldest brother's expression. He saw that his eldest brother was very angry at first, but soon became relieved. He couldn't help but show admiration and said: "Brother can treat this kind of thing so calmly. This Even Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty is not as broad-minded as he is!" Yang Peng laughed, waved his hand and said: "Tang Taizong or whatever, I have no interest in competing with them, I am just me!" He glanced at Yelu Hanyu, as if teasingly. Said: "He is Mei'er's husband!" Yelu Hanyu's heart fluttered, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a lot of affection.
Yelu Hanyu glanced at the tea guests around him, and whispered to Yang Peng: "I often come here to drink tea during this period, and I heard many interesting things." Yang Peng looked at the tea guests around him, and only heard the voices of those tea guests. They were talking high or low. Scholars are all concerned about current affairs, so the topics discussed by the tea drinkers are naturally inseparable from current affairs. However, it is more like cursing than discussing. Nutritious words cannot be heard. They either cursed Yang Peng as a tyrant or cursed Yang Peng's policies. What's more, what made Yang Peng dumbfounded was that some people actually said that his lovely wives and concubines were Daji's beloved concubine Yang Guifei, saying that they were all The vixens who caused trouble in the world believe that they should also be responsible for the current situation.
Yang Peng looked at Yelu Hanyu and said with a teasing smile: "You have become a vixen!"
Yelu Hanyu smiled sweetly, and with her beautiful eyes rolling, she said, "There's nothing wrong with that. Don't you just like vixens?" Yang Peng's heart skipped a beat.
At this time, several waiters came up with tea and snacks, put them on Yang Peng's table, said "use it slowly", then bowed and retreated.
Yelu Hanyu picked up the teapot and filled a cup of tea for Yang Peng. Then he poured tea for himself, picked up the teacup, took a sip and nodded, as if he was quite satisfied. Seeing this, Yang Peng picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said with a smile: "This Shuangjing tea is nothing special!" Yelu Hanyu rolled his eyes at Yang Peng and said angrily: "You drink it like this. Tea, how can you taste it! It’s such a waste of resources to chew peonies!” Yang Peng put down the tea cup and said with a smile: “Let me chew it again!” Yelu Hanyu pursed his lips and smiled, picked up the exquisite purple sand teapot and filled it for Yang Peng again I took a cup and put down the teapot. Seeing that Yang Peng was about to drink it in one gulp, he quickly stretched out his hand to stop it and said, "You have to taste it slowly. You can't drink it in one gulp like you did just now. That way you won't get any taste!"
Confucian scholars drinking tea nearby saw this scene and couldn't help but feel contempt. One of them whispered to his companion: "This person is probably a rich man who doesn't study!" Another Confucian scholar whispered: "The ancestors of the rich man must be the same. A scholarly family, but later generations failed to live up to expectations and insulted the reputation of our ancestors!" Several people nodded one after another, all with very contemptuous expressions.
Yang Peng took a small sip in accordance with Yelu Hanyu's request, and felt a fragrant breath fall from his mouth into his belly, and then spread rapidly around his belly, making him feel as if he was in the green mountains and green waters. Suddenly, the singing of birds seemed to be heard in my ears. Yang Peng couldn't help but smacked his lips and exclaimed: "Not bad, not bad, very fragrant!" Then he smiled and said: "But it's too unpleasant to drink in such small sips!" Yuluo picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. , let out a big sigh of relief, and said happily: "This is so cool!!"
Yelu Hanyu sighed and said with a smile: "Although you are a Han, you don't see any trace of Han culture in you. You look like a hero of the desert, drinking from a big bowl and eating a lot of meat, with great pride!"
Yang Peng chuckled, put down the tea cup, glanced at Yelu Hanyu, and said: "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting do not represent Han culture. They are just a drop in the ocean, the tip of the iceberg! In fact, Han culture also has iron-blooded pride. , the side of the generous elegiac song, 'The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone', what a heroic spirit this is!" Yelu Hanyu couldn't help but nodded and said: "That's true!" After reading it, He glanced at Yang Peng and said with a smile: "My eldest brother is a Han Chinese, but he is an invincible warrior. Doesn't it prove this? The iron hooves are majestic and the sword is directed at me. Who in the world can resist me! The eldest brother is the one who is proud of the world." Great hero!" Yelu Hanyu's eyes were filled with sparkles, and he was obviously emotional.
Yang Peng chuckled, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp.
Seeing this, Yelu Hanyu quickly picked up the teapot and filled it for Yang Peng. He put down the teapot and said with a smile: "Actually, let alone eldest brother, there are many brothers and generals under eldest brother, such as Duan Zhixian, Liu Zhiliang, Cheng Shijie, Yang Yanzhao, Zhan Jinguo , Yang Gui, etc., who are not brave generals running rampant on the battlefield, warriors who put life and death at risk! The Han family has never lacked brave people, but for many years, the Han people have been dominated by cowardly and incompetent literati. It suppressed the bloody nature of the Han people!" After a pause, he thought: "It is natural for literati to be cowardly. Once these people come to power, they will naturally worry about being unable to control their powerful generals, so they will naturally suppress the generals and warriors in various ways. Their status makes it impossible for them to rebel to maintain their rule. What the literati care most about is their domestic dominance, but they don't care at all about humiliation and concessions." He glanced at Yang Peng and said with a smile: "So, for a long time, the Han people have been incompetent in martial arts. It's not that the Han people are incompetent, but it's the inevitable result of civilian rule!"
Yang Peng nodded in agreement and praised: "This is to the point! Many people say that literati are the cornerstone of the country, but I say that literati are the source of humiliation for the country. They are useless scholars, even if they are known as poets. How useful are the saints Li Bai and Du Fu? Can a good hand of calligraphy and a few good poems produce food, make cloth, maintain public order, or resist foreign aggression? In fact, these so-called talents To put it bluntly, their social function is no more than that of pink-headed singers in brothels and red houses, just for people’s entertainment! Haha, such a group of people has been governing the country for a long time. It’s strange that the country can be strong!”
Yelu Hanyu pursed his lips and smiled, and said angrily: "I'm afraid the only one who talks about great talents like this is my eldest brother!"
Yang Peng smiled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, then picked up a fennel bean and threw it into his mouth, chewing it. When Yang Peng and Yelu Hanyu spoke just now, their voices were very low. Even the Confucian scholars who were closer could only vaguely hear the voices, but could not understand the content of the words at all.
"Hey, have you heard? Miss Yanran will be coming to Tianjing New City soon!" A young Confucian scholar said to his companions at the same table with excitement. A companion rolled his eyes and said angrily: "You have to tell me this, I already knew it! Do you know when Miss Yanran will arrive? Do you know why she came to Tianjing New City?" The young Confucian scholar who spoke before He shook his head and asked hurriedly: "Do you know?"
The companion smiled proudly and said: "I'm afraid others don't know! My cousin has been following Miss Yanran, so he got the news!" Looking at his tone and expression, he seemed to be very proud of it. It seemed that when he said these words, he deliberately raised his voice, so almost everyone on the second floor heard him and looked at him with envious looks.
The man was very proud and continued: "Miss Yanran will arrive in Tianjing New City in three days. The purpose of Miss Yanran's trip, hehe, is to celebrate the birthday of her close friend Zhao Xiangxiang and Zhao!" When everyone heard this, They all showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar asked curiously: "It is said that Miss Yanran is an unparalleled beauty throughout the ages. I wonder how beautiful she is?" None of the Confucian scholars present had ever seen Miss Yanran and could not answer this question at all. With a look of longing and intoxication on his face, a young Confucian scholar said infatuatedly: "A peerless beauty, a fairy descended from heaven! The rain in Jincheng in March is full of bells. Who can sing with the beauty through the ages? The spring breeze lingers without distinction, and the song of neon clothes intoxicates the capital."
All the Confucian scholars couldn't help but sigh. For a moment, everyone looked intoxicated, and the teahouse was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. …
Yang Peng and his party left the teahouse. Yang Peng asked curiously: "Who is this Miss Yanran?" Yelu Hanyu said angrily: "Why, have you fallen in love with this vixen again?"
Yang Peng laughed, put his arms around Yelu Hanyu's slender waist, and joked: "There are so many vixens in the house that I can hardly greet them. How dare I ask for more vixens!" Yelu Hanyu rolled his eyes at Yang Peng, "I don't believe you. For you, isn't the more beauties the better?" Yang Peng laughed, touched his chin and said: "You think I am Han Xin's commander, the more the merrier!"
Yelu Hanyu pursed her lips and smiled, and then thought: "I have occasionally heard Li Mubai talk about this Miss Yanran. It is said that she is the eldest daughter of the Luo family in Yangzhou. She is talented and beautiful. She is very famous among the scholars and is praised by those talented people. The most beautiful woman in a thousand years!" Yang Peng smiled coldly. He disagreed with the opinions of those Confucian scholars. He did not believe that there was a woman in the world who could be more beautiful than these charming wives and concubines around him!
Yelu Hanyu continued: "This Luo Yanran is not only unparalleled in beauty, but she is also good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is said that she is even better than Zhao Xiangxiang in terms of talent and learning!"
Yang Peng became even more disbelieving and said: "It's amazing that my talent and learning can be compared with Zhao Xiangxiang, but it's even worse! Huh, I think those scholars are full of food and have nothing to do, talking nonsense!" Yelu Hanyu nodded and said "I also find it unbelievable. How can there be such a perfect woman in the world?" Yang Peng smiled and said to Yelu Hanyu: "I think she is not worthy even to carry Meier's shoes!"
Yelu Hanyu smiled sweetly, feeling very happy. …
An exquisite carriage, supported by nearly a hundred followers, walked on the official road to Tianjing New City. The carriage was very spacious, and even if it could seat five or six people, it would not be crowded; and the entourage surrounding the carriage was completely different from the entourage usually seen by rich families. They were not wearing servants' clothes, and they were all well-dressed. They all seemed to be Confucian scholars who had read poetry and books. With so many Confucian scholars respectfully surrounding the carriage, what kind of person was in the carriage?
What happened after all, let’s see what happens next.
