"But do you know how much the Tang Dynasty paid for that game?"
The eldest grandson was startled, and after a moment's thought, he understood what the eldest princess was referring to.
The Qiu Shou Rebellion not only defeated the surviving clans that had troubled the mainland for many years, but more importantly, sealed away the national master who had a crazy "salvation plan".
But the Tang Dynasty also paid a heavy price for this.
Not only were the elite and masters of the court killed and injured numerous times, but even the emperor was seriously injured.
What's more important is that the dragon energy, which represents the destiny of the dynasty, is also sealed in the secret realm of sky burial together with the national master.
Although the dynasty has been going well over the past few years and the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, the strange thing is that the atmosphere in the court has become increasingly weird.
The Ministry of Revenue, which is in charge of the national treasury, reported annual losses every year, which made several other ministries suspect that the Ministry of Revenue was enriching itself.
The emperor gradually ignored government affairs, and officials did not care about people's livelihood and only cared about their official career...
All these were attributed to the sealing of dragon energy by people who knew the inside story of the Qiu Shou Rebellion.
On the contrary, the Southern Territory, which the dynasty has always regarded as a barbaric land, has taken advantage of the situation to rise in recent years.
The exile of Prince Tang to the Southern Territory not only made people mistakenly believe that the Imperial Dynasty was defeated by the Southern Territory, but also allowed the Southern Territory and the Imperial Dynasty to turn their feud into friendship and get more than ten years of opportunity to recuperate and recuperate.
During this period, not only did the Southern Territory experience a period of barbaric growth, but even the humanities gradually caught up with the imperial dynasty.
This can be seen from the establishment of Qingteng to its current rise.
Changsun didn't have time to think about so much. At this time, he just felt that he should start from the overall situation and put justice first.
"The country... you all know his terror. If he is really released, the dynasty can recover what has been lost over the years? If it causes a disaster, the dynasty will bear eternal infamy! Your Highness will not understand such a simple truth. .”
Wu Qing and others were all shocked. The eldest grandson, who had been so arrogant just now, seemed to have changed into a different person and said such treasonous words.
But the eldest princess was not angry.
Back then, he dared to shout the astonishing "Four Sentences from Hengqu" from the top of the mountain. What else could he not dare to say?
There was a hint of appreciation in the eldest princess's eyes, but her tone was extremely cold.
"It's easy to shout out righteousness, but is it so easy to do it?"
"You were alone and died generously. People will respect you as a hero, but a dynasty is not a dynasty of one person. It is the root of thousands of people!"
"The mainland is peaceful, but what about the roots of these people? Are they allowed to slowly rot, and then change their surnames to others?"
The eldest grandson was speechless for a moment, but he was still a little dissatisfied.
"These sacrifices are better than perishing..."
"It sounds nice, but does anyone know the sacrifices made by the royal family! If the truth is told, can the entire continent bear such a cruel truth? Have you ever thought about the infamy the royal family suffered after that chaos?"
The eldest grandson opened his mouth, but finally closed it weakly.
He gradually understood what the eldest princess said.
As she said, it is easy to be a hero who dies generously, but it is not easy to be a saint who is the enemy of the whole world.
The eldest princess noticed that her eldest grandson was speechless, and her eyes seemed unbearable, as if she didn't want the high-spirited and passionate young man to become a "mature man" who had smoothed his edges and lost to reality.
The eldest princess' tone became relaxed again, and she said: "Okay, let's not talk about these. There is no point in discussing these now. It is a foregone conclusion that the New Era Cup will be held in the secret realm of Sky Burial. You can't decide whether the survivors will cause trouble. You All we can do now is stop them..."
Changsun smiled bitterly and said, "That's true, but Your Highness wants me to stop them?"
The eldest princess spread her hands indifferently and said: "How do you think I am doing in Qu'an Temple? What does his dynasty and his decisions have to do with me? Maybe if the country's destiny declines in a few more years, he will be kicked out. I still have it. Take a chance and sit in that chair..."
"Hmm, your highness is tired, so I won't bother you."
The eldest grandson quickly interrupted and stopped the eldest princess from talking nonsense.
Several people behind him were also sweating profusely.
Am I destined to listen to these words today?
Wu Qing still had this idea in his heart until he left Qu'an Temple.
Tang Yuyan stood behind her eldest grandson with a slightly complicated expression.
After all, the royal family was her home. She didn't expect that there would be so many unspeakable scandals in this "home".
"Where do we go next?"
Changsun glanced at the sky in the distance and said, "Didn't His Highness just point out a clue? Let's go there and take a look..."
When the eldest grandson proposed to resign, the eldest princess said intentionally or unintentionally: "Since you still want to know more, you might as well go to Liu Xinyan's place..."
"Liu Xinyan?"
The eldest grandson remembers this scholarly scholar.
"Now you should call Lord Shang Shuling..."
The eldest grandson was stunned. He could not imagine that the single-minded scholar had now reached a position below one person and above ten thousand people.
"Well, I have not been involved in court affairs in this temple for a long time. Many things are not as clear as what he knew when he was an official in court... Maybe he knows more inside stories..."
…
The four of them came to the residence of the current Shang Shuling.
What surprised the eldest grandson was that Liu Xinyan still lived in the original courtyard. He just bought two adjacent courtyards and opened them up and renovated them.
But even so, such a courtyard still looks shabby as the residence of today's minister.
Looking at the not-so-lavish mansion, Wu Qing and others couldn't help but nod and said: "In the current imperial court, only Master Shangshu Ling is so free from vanity and sincerely works for the imperial court."
Changsun glanced at Wu Qing and could tell that Liu Xinyan was popular among the people as the minister.
With the previous experience, everyone was curious about how Changsun would get into Lord Shangshu Ling's door this time.
Changsun looked at this familiar but unfamiliar courtyard. He had lived here for a period of time as "Liu Xinyan" at that time.
At this time, I revisited my old place, but I felt like things were right and people were wrong.
Putting aside distracting thoughts, the eldest grandson knocked on the door of the mansion. The servant who opened the door was not arrogant, but very politely asked them what their purpose was.
When the eldest grandson mentioned that he wanted to visit Lord Shangshu Ling, although the servants were a little embarrassed, they were not disdainful.
On the premise that the few people did not reveal their prominent identities, the first thing the servant asked was not the identities of the people, but the reason for the inquiry.
This made the eldest grandson couldn't help but nod secretly, which was enough to show that Liu Xinyan was very strict with the servants in the house.
It seems that Liu Xinyan has not forgotten his original intention...
The eldest grandson did not explain the reason for the visit, but took out a square scarf that had been prepared in advance from his sleeve and prepared to hand it to the servant as he spoke.
"Please also ask me to give this token to Lord Shangshu Ling, saying that an old friend is visiting..."
But after their previous experiences, several people became interested in the "token" prepared by the eldest grandson in advance.
Wu Qing stepped down first and snatched the scarf from Changsun's hand.
The servant frowned, not understanding why the man with the perfect image in front of him acted so rudely.
Wu Qing straightened his chest and said confidently: "Your Excellency, Shangshu Ling, has such a distinguished status. If this token is fraudulent, wouldn't it be dangerous? Let me test it for you first..."
The eldest grandson looked at Wu Qing with a half-smile.
Wu Qing's expression did not change and he "interrogated": "Tell me, what is this?"
The servant looked confused. Didn't you come together? Why did you start an interrogation?
"Eleven years ago, the eldest princess once composed the second half of a poem, which made the entire imperial capital sing its last song. Did you know?"
Changsun asked rhetorically.
Wu Qing could remember it without thinking.
Just because this half of the poem is so famous, even the servant next to him can recite two lines intermittently.
"Jiu Wan Fang Feilan wears it well. There is no one in the empty valley, and I blame myself for my clever eyebrows. The treasures are cool and mellow through the ages. The Zhu silk string is broken and I have few close friends."
Wu Qing recited it softly.
The eldest grandson nodded.
Wu Qing's slightly feminine face coupled with his cold voice instantly created a lonely mood when he recited this half of the poem.
Wu Qing was a little confused as to why Changsun suddenly mentioned this half of the poem.
Changsun's next words made him almost throw away the scarf in his hand.
"What you are holding in your hand is the remaining half of the song..."
"What……"
Wu Qing's hand trembled, and he suddenly felt that this light square scarf was of great weight.
"You mean...this is the second half of the poem His Highness gave you?"
Wu Qing's voice couldn't help but tremble.
If this is the other half of the song specially given to the eldest grandson by Her Royal Highness, what kind of favor would it be?
At this time, even Pingchuan on the side was aroused curiosity.
Although he had never heard this half of the poem before, through Wu Qing's recitation just now, he could immediately tell that it was a good poem.
Changsun shook his head.
"No, this half of the song was written by me."
Changsun's reply almost made Wu Qing throw the scarf into Changsun's face.
What is the status of this half of the poem of the eldest princess? How could you dare to continue it?
Even the servants on the side felt that Changsun was overestimating his abilities.
Changsun shrugged and indicated that the poem is in your hands, you can see it just by looking at it.
Wu Qing suppressed the anger in his heart and opened the scarf.
But with just one glance, Wu Qing stood stunned on the spot.
Pingchuan and Tang Yuyan noticed Wu Qing's strangeness and approached him.
"What a poem!"
Pingchuan's eyes were so bright that he could be seen through the veil of his bamboo hat.
Tang Yuyan's eyes looked at Zhangsun at this time, and her eyes became a little more brilliant.
I didn't expect this guy to have such literary talent...
The performance of these people made the servants feel a little itchy and wanted to step forward to take a look, but they did not dare to take a step due to their tutoring.
Fortunately, Wu Qing, who was in a sluggish state, chanted out absentmindedly.
"I am growing old as I grow older... Tingzhou is full of water, where can I find fragrant grass... It evokes the endless songs of Hunan. The stone dragon dances and the pines are dawning!"
…
Wu Qing still maintained a sluggish posture until the servant ran into the house with a handkerchief to report.
This is not to blame Wu Qing for his lack of success, it is just because the status of the first half of the poem of the eldest princess is too high in the imperial capital.
There is even a stone tablet in the imperial capital with this half of the poem engraved on it. Firstly, it is for future generations to recite, and secondly, it is to hope that someone can continue this astonishing work.
But after so many years, this half of the poem caused countless literati and poets to turn away, including Wu Qing.
As soon as Changsun's half of the poem came out, he knew that this was the perfect continuation.
Seeing Wu Qing's devastated look, Changsun wanted to comfort him, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
After all, he has no real talent and knowledge, he is just a shameful copyist.
Just as the eldest grandson was debating whether to speak or not, the servant left and returned.
I saw the servant breathing heavily, which proved that he had been running hard all the way.
"My lord...my lord is here to invite you!"
Some people died, but not completely...
