What Master Lu Tianshi said was equivalent to directly denying the saint's more than forty years of civilized governance.
Li Longji's face instantly became very embarrassed. Even if you are a heavenly master, you can't talk nonsense like this. I have worked hard for forty years to achieve today's prosperity. For this reason, I even changed my reign name from Kaiyuan was changed to Tianbao, and in such a prosperous time, how could the people not return to their hearts?
"Li Longji, do you feel aggrieved?"
Lu Tianshi said: "Do you think that living in the current prosperous age, the people of all nine states should be grateful, so as soon as the heavenly soldiers of the Tang Dynasty arrive, all the people will return to their hearts in an instant?"
Li Longji pursed his lips and said nothing, but that's what his expression meant.
Master Lu Tian said: "I remember a few poems like this, used to praise your prosperous Kaiyuan era."
After a short pause, he continued to read: "Recalling the heyday of the Kaiyuan Dynasty in the past, the small town still had thousands of households. The rice was fat and the corn was white, and the public and private barns were abundant. There were no jackals and tigers on the roads of Kyushu, and the sun rose auspiciously for long journeys. Qi Wan The carriages and carts of Lu and silk are moving every day, the men plowing the fields and the women mulberry trees are keeping pace with each other. The saints in the palace play the cloud gate, and all the friends in the world are glued to each other. There has been no disaster for more than a hundred years."
"Cai!" A cheer suddenly sounded in the hall.
"This poem by Master Lu Tianshi is also a symbol of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty."
"The Taihe with He Jizhen is the best poem to describe the atmosphere of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."
Master Lu Tianshi turned his eyes to the direction where the sound came from and asked, "May I ask who this person is?"
"Here!" The purple-robed official sitting under Yang Guozhong immediately knelt down, crossed his hands, and sang "here", and said apologetically, "Old Wei Jiansu suddenly heard this beautiful line, and he lost his temper for a moment. Please forgive me, Master Lu Tianshi."
Then he asked Lu Tianshi: "However, it seems that Lu Tianshi has not finished reciting this poem?"
Master Lu Tian said: "It is true that I haven't finished reciting it, but I can only calculate these few sentences in total."
"It came from calculations?" Wei Jiansu and the ministers looked at each other, and he could even deduce the poems.
"Yes, this is a calculated poem, so there are only a few lines." Lu Tianshi added, "I also calculated that the person who wrote this poem was a scholar named Du Fu. Oh, by the way, Du Fu should not have written this at this time. A poem, but since I have already calculated it in advance, let’s just put it on his head.”
Du Fu? Li Longji wrote down the name.
He then asked Gao Anu to be summoned to the Imperial Academy to await the imperial edict.
…
At this time, Duan Qijia was in Nanqu, Pingkangfang.
Du Fu, who was drinking, suddenly stopped.
"Zimei, what's wrong with you?" Li Bai asked.
"Nothing, just a sudden whim. Something good seems to be happening to me." Du Fu waved his hand and said, "Let's continue the drinking order. Is it my turn? Wait a moment."
…
Xingqing Palace Calyx Xianghui Building.
Lu Tianshi smiled and said: "This poem written by Du Fu is indeed wonderful. Together with He Zhizhang's Taihe, it can be said to be the most representative image of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Unfortunately, the scenes described in this poem are all fake. "
"Fake?" Everyone, including Wei Jiansu who was cheering, looked at each other.
Li Longji instinctively wanted to refute, but felt that it was a bit embarrassing to defend himself.
At that moment, Li Longji winked at Yang Guozhong again, but Yang Guozhong pretended not to see it.
If you offend a saint, you can still think of ways to make amends, but if you offend Lu Tianshi, your life will not be saved. When Lu Tianshi kills people, it is really like killing chickens, even imperial envoys dare to kill!
Master Lu Tianshi smiled and said, "It's Du Fu again, who wrote these few more poems."
After a pause, he continued to sing: "The wine and meat of Zhumen are stinky, and there are bones frozen to death on the road. The prosperity and decline are so close, and the melancholy is difficult to describe again. The old wife lives in a different county, and ten people are separated by the wind and snow. Who can ignore it for a long time, and we can go and be hungry together? Thirst. I hear howls at the entrance, and my young son has died of hunger. I would rather leave my house and mourn, and I will sob in the alleys. I am ashamed to be a father, and I will die young if I don’t have enough food. Little did I know that when the autumn crops grow, there will be haste in the poor."
The ministers in the hall looked at each other in confusion. The Heavenly Master's words were serious. The wine and meat in the Zhumen smelled bad, and the roads were frozen to death?
When I heard the howl at the entrance, my young son died of hunger? Did you know that when the autumn harvest comes, there will be poverty and haste? What this poem describes is simply a chaotic time, which can be said to be far removed from the prosperous times. It has passed, it has passed, it has passed!
"Bang!" Li Longji placed the luminous cup on the table with a gloomy expression.
However, Li Longji still held back his anger. The key was that he did not have the courage to get angry at Master Lu Tianshi.
But Du Fu, who had just "Jane in the Emperor's Heart", suddenly lost his favor again, and this son was no longer available.
…
Pingkangfang Nanqu, Duan Qijia.
Du Fu, who had just finished his order, suddenly let out an ouch.
Cui Hao, who was sitting under Du Fu, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you, Zimei? Why do you feel a little uneasy tonight? But something happened at home?"
"Yes, just now I suddenly felt sad."
Du Fu covered his left chest and said, "It seems that something very precious has been lost."
…
Xingqing Palace, Calyx Xianghui Building.
Yang Guozhong refused to speak, but Wei Jiansu took the initiative to speak.
"Tianshi, although Du Fu's poems are of great literary talent, the scene described is exaggerated. Even in the prosperous age, lazy and stupid people are still hungry and cold. However, these people are in the minority after all, and the majority can definitely get it. If we are full, how can we have such tragic events as bones freezing to death on the road, a young son dying of hunger, and a hasty harvest in the autumn harvest?”
"What, you don't believe it?" Master Lu Tianran said, "Are there any local officials from Hebei in the palace?"
There was silence in the three-story hall, and all the civil and military officers present lowered their heads.
We can't afford to provoke the fight between Lu Tianshi and the saint. How dare they, the ministers, get involved?
Li Longji's bad temper came to him. He never believed that today's world would be as miserable as Master Lu Tianshi said.
At that moment, Li Longji glared at Yang Guozhong and asked: "Right Prime Minister, are there any Hebei officials who have returned to Beijing recently?"
"Yes, of course there are." Yang Guozhong subconsciously wanted to recommend his confidant, but when he said it, he suddenly realized that this was not a good thing, and immediately changed his words, "Qinghe County Magistrate Zhang Xun's term has expired. I have returned to Chang'an and am currently having a banquet with my colleagues in the main hall on the first floor."
Zhang Xun, Zhang Xun, who made you unwilling to take the true path?
You deserve to be unlucky. Whether you survive or not depends entirely on your fate.
"Summon Zhang Xun to the third floor immediately." Li Longji said solemnly.
Gao Lishi immediately went downstairs in person and came up quickly with a green-robed official.
In the Tang Dynasty, officials of the third rank wore purple, those of the fourth and fifth ranks wore scarlet robes, those of the sixth and seventh ranks wore green robes, those of the eighth and ninth ranks wore Qingchu, and county magistrates of the seventh rank wore light green official robes.
"My lord, Zhang Xun, the magistrate of Qinghe County, has come to see the sage and Master Lu Tian."
Zhang Xun still made a clear distinction. He was an official in the human world, so he worshiped saints first and then immortals.
"No." Li Longji said, "Just now Master Lu Tianshi read a few poems to me and the ministers in the palace, saying that Hebei is like this now. I and the ministers didn't believe it, so I called you to come and bear witness."
"This?" Zhang Xun hesitated, "I wonder what kind of poem it is?"
Li Longji then repeated the verses he had just read.
After hearing these lines of poetry, Zhang Xun immediately felt his blood surge.
Are the scenes described in these poems true? Of course it’s true!
As the former magistrate of Qinghe County, Zhang Xun knows better than anyone else what the scene is like in Hebei at this time.
These few lines of poems by Lu Tianshi are not excessive, but they are far from enough to describe the tragic situation in the counties of Hebei!
After entering Beijing, Zhang Xun had truthfully reported the tragedy in Qinghe County and even the counties in Hebei Province to the court. However, the court never gave any response. Now it seems that his memorial has been withheld.
At that moment, Zhang Xun crossed his hands and sang: "Sage, these lines of poetry recited by Lu Tianshi are not true!"
"Isn't it true?" Lu Tianshi frowned suddenly. It shouldn't be. Zhang Xun is an upright official. Logically speaking, he shouldn't talk nonsense without conscience. He should ask for help for the people of Hebei.
Li Longji breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Lu, it seems that there are some mistakes in your deduction."
However, as soon as Li Longji finished speaking, Zhang Xun continued: "Because the situation of the people in Hebei is ten times and a hundred times more miserable than the poems and poems recited by Lu Tianshi. From the Kaiyuan period to the twelfth year of Tianbao, disasters continued in Hebei and even Shandong. In addition, The imperial court repeatedly used troops in Anxi and Liaodong, and the taxes were useless, and the people of Shandong were already in dire straits!"
"What are you talking about? The people are in dire straits!" After hearing this, Li Longji turned livid with anger.
The prosperous age that Li Longji was so proud of turned into a troubled world in which the people were in dire straits according to Zhang Xun?
