In mid-May, the weather was already a little hot and dry.
Li Longji treated Jia Chang and Wang Zhun well, and was playing dominoes with Yang Hao and others while watching the cockfight.
"Huaqing Palace has been expanded and completed. When the weather gets hot, my brother-in-law will come with me to stay there for a while."
In private, Li Longji called Yang Wei his brother-in-law to show that he was a humane king.
"Thank you, saint, for your grace." Yang Wei seemed to have something on his mind. As soon as he spoke, his card-playing movements became a little hurried.
"What? I have something to report?"
"Yes, I got Xue Bai's request." Yang Wei didn't say much to draw out the purpose, and said honestly: "He wants to find an official position as a book writer and editor-in-chief of Wencui Newspaper for Wang Changling."
How old is an official to find a job for someone else?
"It's not because of his official position that he took over this matter. After all, he is my sworn brother."
Li Longji touched the card with his eyes thinking, feeling the lines on the card with his fingertips, and said casually: "Is he familiar with Wang Changling?"
As he spoke, Li Longji pushed out the cards in his hand. Instead of looking at the card table, he glanced at the cockfighting ground and bet on the cock that Wang Zhun had trained.
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Yang Wei said: "We can't call them acquaintances. Those people are used to showing their heart to each other when they meet. Ah Bai is young and can't stand this kind of "congeniality". "
"When you meet, your spirit is a drink for you. Wang Wei's poems are good." Li Longji said: "Wang Changling... has become too resentful as he gets older. He resents spring and autumn, his girlfriend, his girlfriend, and his trust. Hehe, he is gradually not as good as Li Bai."
"I am stupid and don't understand poetry."
"You just don't understand poetry, so you still speak for others when they are scolded. Oh, people tend to donate money when they are prosperous, and they only value crazy flowers and not virtuous people."
After being scolded so lightly, Yang Hao did not dare to say anything more about the matter and played cards seriously.
Wang Zhun happened to come over to receive the reward. After listening to the conversation between the monarch and his ministers, he carefully said with a smile: "I heard that not long after Mrs. Wang arrived in Chang'an, she went everywhere to ridicule the saint."
"Who said that?"
"Said by a singer."
Li Longji waved his hand and said: "I don't care about him."
'The saint is generous. "
Li Longji was indeed generous. Wang Changling complained several times by referring to him as "Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty" and "Emperor Han Cheng". He still refused to agree to Yang Chang's request to move Wang Changling to an official position.
The next day, the official department.
Da Xixun specially called Du Youlin to the public room and scolded him.
"I ordered you to do something a long time ago, but you tried to shirk it in every possible way. Now you have violated the holy will. Let's see what you do!"
"Prince Shaozhong, please calm down. The lower officials have sent the demotion documents to Jiangning..."
Du Youlin was actually not good at making excuses in official circles, so he stood there with an embarrassed look on his face.
On the contrary, it made Da Xixun feel bored.
"That's enough, you still dare to fool me. The paperwork has been signed for you. Wang Changling will be demoted to Longbiao immediately and is not allowed to stay. You can handle it yourself.
"Here."
"Here."
Because of this incident, Du Youlin didn't want to stay in the official department anymore. All authority belonged to the officials, and he was guilty of it all day long.
When he arrived at the Secretariat Department, he saw that everyone was busy making fuss, and he couldn't help but feel envious. Looking around, he felt that if Jiang General was promoted to an official position and gave up the position of Secretary Cheng, it would be a very satisfying official position. .
"What? You want to be transferred to secretary?" Chen Xilie suddenly came from the corridor and waved.
"I've met the left prime minister."
"What I told you is what I said." Chen Xilie said with a smile: "When the official position of Dijian Academy is established, I will definitely recommend it to you."
"Thank you, Prime Minister Zuo." Du Youlin said: "Xiaoguan has already told Xue Bai, and he probably agrees, if he can be given a good official position in Ji County.
"There's no rush. For the time being, Dikanyuan can't do without him. But we will definitely pay attention to the truth."
This was said and both parties were very satisfied.
Chen Xilie said again: "I'll leave first, and you can take your time on your errands."
He didn't want people to misunderstand that he had demoted Wang Changling, so he quickly avoided it.
When Du Youlin saw this situation, he couldn't laugh or cry. He asked some officials and found the newspaper office, where he saw Wang Changling collecting manuscripts alone.
The courtyard at the back was busy, and no one knew what was going on.
"Brother Wang, I'm sorry."
Du Youlin bowed awkwardly, handed over a copy of "Qujiang Collection" and said, "This is my gift to you."
"Thank you." Wang Changling smiled, "I have packed my luggage and can leave tomorrow.
"Yes, although Longbiao County is barren and barren... after all, I still want to be an official." Du Youlin handed over the document and couldn't continue, so he asked: "Where is Xue Lang?
"He has official duties, let him do it."
A few days after Wang Changling was transferred back to Chang'an, he was demoted to Longbiao County again.
He left Chang'an, waved his hand, and headed east.
Xue Bai did not go to see him off, but urged the craftsmen and servants to distribute the newly printed "Tianbao Wensui".
He still brought a few newspapers and went to the palace to see him.
When Li Longji took the newspaper, his expression was a little casual. However, when his eyes fell on the first poem, his eyes quickly became serious.
"Before you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you and you are already old."
"You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early."
This poem was so strange and so in line with Li Longji's experience and preferences that he even read it in a low voice and was full of praise for it afterwards.
I didn't expect that there would be such a talented person in the market, which is quite ingenious.
Continuing reading, there is actually a poetry review below, describing the shortcomings of this poem and adding a few lines to the poem.
Li Longji liked this poem. When he saw someone criticizing it, he shook his head at first, but then nodded slightly because the other person was really reasonable and said, "The critic is an expert."
"Yes." Xue Bai responded.
After that, there were several good poems one after another, such as "The swimming fish pulls the fine algae, and plays the piano with good music. Who knows that in the late twilight festival, sad chants will hurt the heart." Li Longji also liked it very much, and his affection for "Tianbao Wencui" doubled.
Until the next poem caught his eye.
The title of the poem is "Mocking Li Linfu".
This poem is not well written, the rhyme is not correct, and the format is like a limerick, but it is very easy to remember.
Some of the sentences scolding Li Linfu are very direct, such as "The government and the public congratulate the young virtuous man, Yuetang has disabled several people", "Genu is more than just an official, the prime minister is actually difficult to read."
Looking at the poetry review again, the standard of this poem was completely criticized, saying that it "cannot be called poetry."
But the critic changed the topic at the end and commented, "Only courageous!
Li Longji raised his hand and pointed at Xue Bai, wanting to curse a few words, but in fact he was not that angry. After all, the poem was mocking Li Linfu, not the emperor.
Looking further down, most of them are carefully selected good poems, but occasionally you can see some poems that criticize the current ills, including those that mock Yang Zhen and Chen Xilie.
There was even a poem that mocked Xue Bai, saying, "Let's try a song "Yulun Pao", I forgot my name when writing the gold medal", which also mocked Wang Wei.
In this way, sometimes reading poetry, sometimes watching the laughter and curses in the market, Li Longji unknowingly read the last article of the literary newspaper.
Finally, the poet reviewer left a general comment.
"Is Ye Wuyi Xian?!
Li Longji smiled and shook his head, and slapped the newspaper in his hand on the imperial desk. He still felt that he could not let Xue Bai and the newspaper office do this, but he also felt that it was not harmful, but rather interesting.
It is better than comparing him to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty or Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty all day long.
"These poetry reviews were written by you?
"Your Majesty, no." Xue Bai responded: "These poems were selected by Wang Changling, and the poetry reviews were all written by him. A saint can tell by looking at the signature on the front of the page."
Li Longji looked around and saw "Secretary and Young Supervisor Chen Gong Supervised the Publication" and "Compilation and Revision Envoy Wang Changling Chief Editor"
"Associate Editor Xue Bai, School Secretary".
"Shu Zi, you are being cunning and planning to help Wang Changling."
"Your Majesty, I think Brother Wang is talented and suitable for handling this matter, so I asked Uncle Guo to find an official for him."
Li Longji sighed slightly and said: "If I hadn't appreciated his talent, I would have buried his bones in Lingnan. The demotion of Wang Changling to the eighth or ninth rank official does not need to be reported to the saint. Therefore, only Xue Bai in the palace knows that Wang Changling has already Was moved to Longbiao County.
But he didn't say anything.
Let the eunuchs pass on the saint's will one after another.
"Pass an edict to summon Wang Changling to see you!"
The paper was covered on the magazine page, brushed lightly, and then replaced with the next one. "Tianbao Wencui" was still being printed and folded. Some of it was distributed in Chang'an, and some of it was sent down the Yellow River with the ships. Go to the state and county.
Someone rode a horse to catch up with Wang Changling and took him back to Chang'an.
"The white flowers look out at the capital, and the Yellow River flows endlessly."
"There are no travelers in the wilderness in the poor autumn. I know who the horse is coming from the east."
"Poet Master Wang Jiangning, Master Wang has published my poems!"
On Zhuque Street, a young scholar dressed in simple clothes raised the newspaper in his hand high and shouted like crazy: Someone finally read my poem!
Immediately, a pedestrian turned to look at him and asked, "Which poem are you writing?"
"White jade is not a treasure, I don't need a thousand pieces of gold. I remember a thousand pieces of paper and hold thousands of books in my heart!"
"Did you write this poem? Are you the Ye Ping mentioned in the newspaper?"
"Hahaha, someone knows my name! Someone knows my name!"
The young scholar laughed wildly, stopped answering the passers-by, and walked away.
He walked through Zhuque Street and turned into Changlefang, where he temporarily rented in the south of the city, with the smile on his face never disappearing.
The north of Chang'an city is expensive and the south is cheap. Changlefang is full of poor people. Every year, if refugees from all over the country come to Chang'an, they often gather here, waiting to be sold into slavery.
In front of a house rented by many people, there was a man in luxurious clothes standing there, as if he was selecting slaves. When he saw the young scholar, he stepped forward and said hello.
"I dare to ask, but Mr. Ye Pinglang?"
"I'm not Mr. Shilang, who are you?"
"I, Kang Le, am the manager of Changjia Kangji Trading Company. My Alang has read Lang Jun's poems and admires him very much. I would like to invite him to my home for a banquet. Is that okay?
Like my poem? ! "Ye Ping was overjoyed, his smile became even brighter immediately, his eyes were clear and he looked very innocent.
He was just a young man with little wealth... and he married the not-so-beautiful daughter of the Kang family a few days later.
On the wedding day, he was drunk, but still very happy.
"Thank you to my father-in-law for sponsoring me to participate in the Qiu Gui Tribute Examination. I will study hard and live up to my father-in-law's high expectations!"
In addition to thanking his father-in-law, when he arrived at the wedding room, Ye Ping first put away the two newspapers in his arms to prevent them from being crushed later. He knew that it was these two inconspicuous newspapers that changed his life. One made him determined, the other gave him a
A hard-sought but unavailable opportunity to showcase your talents.
Xue Bai knew that he must have changed the fate of some people.
Some people who would have died silently without leaving any names may have their fate completely overturned because of his actions.
He waited outside the palace gate until Wang Changling came out after meeting the saint.
"Brother Wang, are you still going to Longbiao?" Xue Bai asked.
"I won't go." Wang Changling said: "The saint wants to be able to see the good poems in the market again, and he also wants to see my ungrateful poetry reviews... Many thanks to Xue Lang.
"I hope I can really help Brother Wang.
This sentence was somewhat disrespectful, but Xue Bai said it very sincerely.
He hopes that starting from this, Wang Changling can avoid his original fate.
The two of them walked side by side to the Secretary's Office, talking mostly about Di Bao and Wen Cui Bao.
"It is clear from the beginning that the purpose of these two newspapers is the same, to carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints. I only hope that the newspaper will be like this no matter who hands it falls into in the future."
"Then these are the rules, the rules of the newspaper publishing house." Wang Changling said: "It is also the rule that I should write down on the day I am appointed an official."
"I hope so." Xue Bai said: "I guess that once the Press Academy matures and becomes independent from the Secretariat, and the left and right cannot compete for this power, the saint will send eunuchs from the palace to take care of this matter."
"eunuch?"
Wang Changling stroked his beard and sighed: "I am old, but I still have to obey the eunuchs."
"Brother Wang, just scold him when the time comes."
"Ha ha."
"By then, I will probably have to move my official position." Xue Bai said.
Wang Changling felt that Xue Bai was indispensable in the newspaper publishing house, but he didn't say a word to persuade him.
Because he knew that Xue Bai still wanted a greater future, just like when he was young, and he hoped that Xue Bai could take the road that he failed to take twenty years ago.
Chen Xilie did not ask the Ministry of Personnel to send another note. Instead, he took out the note that Du Youlin handed over to promote Wang Changling to the title of author and editor, stamped it and handed it back.
This is the will of the saint, and there is nothing he can do about it.
"With the capacity of Suo Dou Cock, I'm afraid he will be furious."
With this thought in his mind, Chen Xilie thought that Li Linfu would give Xue Bai a show of strength. Unexpectedly, after waiting for many days, there was no movement from Youxiang Mansion.
He was very puzzled by this and couldn't help but test Da Xixun.
"The left prime minister has underestimated the right prime minister's mind."
"I use myself to save others, but I just feel that Xue Bai is so arrogant.
"The reason why the Right Prime Minister asked Wang Changling to move to the official position is because he is not careful and is not suitable to be the county magistrate in Jiangning." Da Xixun said: "But as a scholar, this is suitable.
Chen Xilie praised: "The Prime Minister is really fair."
Having said that, from this moment on, he suddenly wasn't so afraid of Li Linfu.
When Suo Douji, who had ruined his family and destroyed his family, suddenly became generous, the original terrifying intimidation suddenly disappeared, giving people a feeling of "Is it possible that Brother Nu started to soften his heart when he got old?"
When Chen Xilie thought about the rumors that he and Yang Wei jointly controlled the prime minister's power, his views were somewhat different.
Of course, right now, he only dares to think about it quietly. What's more important is to gain more power bit by bit.
After meeting Da Xixun, Chen Xilie immediately went to see Xue Bai and expressed his closeness.
"This time, "Tianbao Wencui" published poems and articles criticizing the right and left prime ministers." Xue Bai seemed a little distant, "It was indeed my negligence."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, why would I mind?"
"Prime Minister Zuo is generous." Xue Bai responded with a courtesy, but before Chen Xilie could get down to business, he added: "I have other important matters, so I will leave now."
"Hey, I'm the secretary to the young prisoner. Is there anything important that I can't do together with you?"
Xue Bai was embarrassed and said, "It's time for me to go to Taile Department and say goodbye."
"this...."
Only then did Chen Xilie remember that Xue Bai now had a part-time job, and there was nothing he could do about this.
"When I go to Taile Department at this time, I'm afraid he has completely sorted out the matter of the newspaper office.
At the end of May, Yangzhou.
The beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is picturesque. Suddenly someone on the stone arch bridge shouted in Wu Nong's soft language: "Buy "Tianbao Wencui" and read the poetry of the Tang Dynasty."
"Little boy, give me one."
There happened to be a group of literati who gathered around and started talking about it.
"I heard that the poet Wang Jiangning filed the report before he was demoted to Longbiao, right?"
"Yes, buy it quickly."
A small boat went down with the waves, and a man in his forties was lying in the boat drinking.
As the boat passed under the bridge, the man heard the discussion and suddenly stood up and asked, "What are you talking about?"
""Tianbao Wencui", a newspaper that Wang Jiangning published before he was demoted to Longbiao. Do you want to buy it?"
"Buy it, quickly."
A bunch of coins were thrown straight onto the bridge.
“It doesn’t cost that much.
Seeing that the boat was gone, the child quickly wrapped the extra coins in newspapers and threw them on the boat, hitting the middle-aged man just in time.
"Ah, are you okay, sir?"
The ship was far away and there was no answer.
But suddenly a song sounded in the distance, and the song was sad.
"When the poplar flowers have fallen, the child cries, and I hear the dragon marking the way across the five streams."
"I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you until the end of the night."
