Zuo Xiang stretched out his hand to take the poems and articles from the great scholar's hand.
Who would have known that the great scholar from the Confucian Temple was so noble that he didn't even look at him and went straight to the emperor: "Your Majesty, please take a look!"
The little emperor waved his hand: "Look at it, Prime Minister Zuo! Read it to me, Prime Minister Zuo!"
If the Confucian scholar in the Confucian Temple does not enter the court, he can naturally look down on the left prime minister, a traitor known among the people, but the little emperor cannot.
If you want to achieve great things, you must take into account the overall situation, and taking care of the overall situation means sacrificing yourself.
This is what the late emperor taught him the most.
The Prime Minister Zuo picked up the poem, raised his head, looked at it carefully, and read it loudly. The fragrance of apricot blossoms lingered in his mouth, and the lingering sound lingered in his mouth.
"The country is broken by mountains and rivers..."
In heaven, countless people looked at the left prime minister and recalled the poem just now.
This is a country-preserving poem, a poem that can suppress the Great Victory Dragon Vein and improve the national destiny.
Everyone suddenly realized that the feeling of breakthrough they had just now should come from the effect of this poem.
It is said that people who can write poems to subjugate the country have the idea of rebellion against the imperial court.
No one could believe it.
but!
The court is doing well, but this person started by writing that the country is in ruins!
The Minister of Hubu and the Minister of War looked at each other.
"What's wrong with the court? Is there a secret war going on somewhere that we don't know about?"
"Shit! You are in charge of the troops and I am in charge of the money. How can there be a battle that we don't know about?"
Things are so strange. This poem is good, but no one dares to say what is so good about it.
Above the court, the wind was blowing. No one knew which sentence was wrong, so they blew themselves to death!
The Prime Minister Zuo lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, how about the Ministry of Life and Punishment and the Dali Temple have people carrying lanterns search carefully to find out where the poems come from?"
The general agreed with Zuo Xiang's words for the first time and bowed his head: "You are the emperor. Let us Zhechong Mansion from all over the country also check together. We soldiers are not only good at fighting, we are also good at checking news!"
The little emperor raised his head and said to the woman behind him: "Then just listen to the left prime minister and the general!"
The little emperor nodded: "Then please leave it to my father-in-law and uncle. If you have any news, you must tell me. I am really curious about the three bells today!"
The Empress Dowager waved her hand, and the little eunuch in front of her said: "Your Majesty is tired, please drive back to the palace!"
The little emperor left.
The ministers went out from heaven.
The general looked at Dr. Yu Shi and Prime Minister Zhao: "Two of you, let's see who can check faster!"
Doctor Yu Yushi nodded and clasped his fists: "You two are busy first!"
He took two steps forward and looked back at Prime Minister Zhao: "Prime Minister Zhao, there were so many people just now, and there are some things I didn't explain to you!"
"A few days ago, there was a riot by monsters and barbarians at the Yumen Pass in the Two Realms Mountains. Your young master went to suppress the monsters with a great Confucian document written by you. I didn't know that you arranged this!"
Prime Minister Zhao's left eyelid twitched slightly, but his face showed no expression: "I'm sorry, you two, I was in a hurry when I got the news, so I had to arrange for my boy to go!"
"Then do you know where your young master went? Shortly after he left that day, one hundred and ten military households also disappeared in Liangjie Mountain!"
The general nodded and stroked his beard: "I do know about this. A few days ago, the guard of Yumen Pass sent me a letter asking if these one hundred and ten people should be considered deserters!"
Prime Minister Zuo took a deep breath and waved his hands: "It is not easy for the military households to guard the gate. Before the results come out, we cannot make a conclusion lightly. This will chill the hearts of the military households!"
"You two are making soup at home! I'll take my leave first!"
Prime Minister Zuo walked towards the outside of the imperial city, his speed getting faster and faster. He couldn't even guess for a moment what stupid thing this stupid boy in his family had done!
The Royal Censor looked at the General: "In that case, I will ask the people below to check. General, please wait for the news?"
The general nodded: "Okay! Okay!"
On Liangjie Mountain, the sun sets and the heavy snow stops.
The two people hiding in the tent had no idea that someone had almost sealed their lives with just one or two words.
People in the upper class have their own strategies, and people in the lower class also have their own cleverness.
Ah San filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Zhou Dagu with both hands. He now wanted to get some tips from this man that would help him survive: "Ms. Zhou, the soup is hot, please be careful!"
Zhou Dagu took the soup and took a deep breath.
In the Blood Dragon Valley at night, there was constant wind and wailing sounds, making it difficult to hear whether the people who died in the valley were in pain or the Blood Dragon Valley was in pain.
There are two small slopes outside the tent, one belongs to Zhou's father and the other belongs to Old Uncle Wang. Zhou Dagu has no strength to take care of the other military households.
He raised his head and listened to the sound of the wind in the night: "Manager, you don't have to treat me like this. We are grasshoppers on the same rope now!"
"Me! I'm still looking forward to you going to the capital. Only when you get to the capital and complete our plan can I survive!"
"I don't have great ambitions. We don't have many Jinshi places in Xiangzhou. I don't know if I will have the chance to go to the capital in this life. Maybe we will never see each other again in this life!"
"So, please don't worry."
Ah San looked up, and he understood what Zhou Dagu meant: "Then Mr. Zhou, what is your plan?"
Zhou Dagu pulled off the protective clothes of Mr. Zhao and lay on the ground: "Tell me tomorrow, tell me tomorrow!"
Ah San leaned against the tent and opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't say anything: "Okay! Let's talk about it tomorrow!"
Zhou Dagu closed his eyes. If he used his little cleverness tonight, he might not be able to survive this snowy night.
He felt his body. Ever since that little bit of talent entered his body, he noticed that his strength was very different from before. He had some strength that he didn't have before, and he had it now. His body was not even the slightest bit stronger.
Ordinary scholars accumulate talents, pass the Tongsheng Examination, and finally enter the country with the help of the Confucian Temple and become true fourth-grade scholars.
There are some scholars like Zhou Dagu who made breakthroughs on their own without relying on the Confucian Temple, but not many.
But someone like him, who could write a poem to conquer the country just to enter the country, and rely on his poem to enter the country, is simply the best in the world.
He felt the talents in his body gathering in his brain. Zhou Daguduo liked supernatural novels and knew that the two worlds of Buddhism and Taoism could see the inside.
However, Master Zhu never said that the scholar could also see the inner scene. He actually saw a strange archway in his heart, with a long golden dragon circling on the archway.
He saw the "Spring Hope" he had just written engraved on the other side!
He didn't know what the use of this thing was. After all, he was just a scholar who had not entered the country before. He thought he had no choice but to return to Zhoujiacun and find Master Zhu for help.
Before this, he did not dare to practice rashly.
Zhou Dagu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ah San in front of him.
Ah San looked into the young man's eyes, and for a moment he felt as if he saw the Prime Minister, and explained: "I'll put on another piece of clothing for you!"
Zhou Dagu closed his eyes: "Thank you, manager. It's cold at night, so take care of yourself!"
"But please don't come near me again, I like...killing people in my sleep!"
