"Sister, something happened." Xiao Han ran back, panting.
Xiao Ming raised her head, finally stopped writing in her hand, and asked, "What's wrong? I see how anxious you are."
"I don't know who among the Zhengyangmen is shouting slogans like 'Long live the Northwest Army, long live General Baiyin'. Now many people are following and spreading the rumor."
"Uh!" Xiao Ming was startled, and the pen in his hand suddenly fell down, and the ink smeared on the pure white paper.
"Such a thing actually exists."
Xiao Han poured himself a glass of water, picked it up and took a sip. Fortunately, the tea was not hot after being left for a long time.
After taking a breath, he continued to reply: "Originally, the great victory in the northwest was a good thing, so I went there to watch the excitement. Unexpectedly, those people suddenly started shouting when they arrived at Zhengyang Gate. I suspect that this was done deliberately..."
There were too many people at that time, and it was as noisy as a vegetable market. I don’t know who started it. At first, there were only a few people shouting, but gradually more and more people followed. Maybe it was because of love, or maybe it was because of love. Some people are so excited that they don't even know what they are doing.
At first, he did not suspect that it was man-made, but when he heard the same words everywhere on the way back, he became convinced that someone was doing it secretly.
Xiao Ming pondered, and after listening to her brother's description, she was convinced that someone was behind it.
The purpose is very simple, which is to ruin Shi Tingyu's reputation and try to pull him down.
Shi Tingyu's contribution this time is indeed great. He has opened up new territories. After returning to Beijing, he will definitely be rewarded by the emperor and entrusted with important tasks. Some people may not want to see him gain power, so they came up with this idea. .
Inciting the masses, creating groundless rumors, and labeling Shi Tingyu as a great leader.
It has to be said that this is a very low-level and vicious, but very effective way to destroy people. If the situation is allowed to develop like this, I am afraid that Shi Tingyu will regain the remaining eight forces and come back, instead of being promoted to a higher position. Instead, the Heavenly Prison is waiting for him.
If you have too much credit and are called "Long Live", people will think that you have come back to rebel.
In ancient times and today, the only person who can be called "Long Live the Lord" is the Lord of the World. Apart from him, everyone else who dares to call him this is too long-lived. Even the most enlightened king cannot tolerate such a minister.
However, Xiao Han was not a vegetarian in the face of such emergencies. Seeing that the situation was not right, he knew that he had to find a way to control the situation, so when he saw someone shouting "Long live the Northwest Army, long live General Baiyin", he gave up The copper coins go out.
"Whose money fell? I picked up the money. It's a lot of money." A sudden shout came from the crowd, and the style of the painting was abruptly distorted.
Seeing that there was money to pick up, someone did pick it up, so these people didn't remember what they were shouting and what the purpose of coming here was. They just lowered their heads and looked for money.
He knew it was too late to rush home and think of a way, so he thought of such a way. Fortunately, Xiao Ming didn't hold back the money he brought with him after he returned to Beijing. He also brought a lot of loose items with him, sometimes To buy things for Xiao Yu or family members.
So just like this, once the other party shouted, he would give out money once, and then everyone would squat down with their heads down and their eyes wide open. Whoever continued to shout at this time was a fool. Isn't it a good idea to pick up free money?
After a few times, the person who shouted the rhythm became hoarse, and the effect was not very good, and Xiao Han's wallet was also ruined.
The person who picked up the silver was very happy, but he still remembered the words "Long live the Northwest Army, long live the silver general".
Of course, the scene was also very chaotic. Many people got into fights over money, and were eventually driven away by the guards of Zhengyang Gate with spears.
This farce ended in vain.
But things didn't end there. When Xiao Han came back, he heard such rumors, which made him anxious.
"Don't worry, the solutions are all figured out. There is no use in being anxious. On the contrary, it will affect your thinking." After hearing this, Xiao Ming calmed down and persuaded her brother. She was very pleased that her brother was calm and calm when things happened.
Awesome, my brother.
Xiao Ming remained calm and miraculously affected Xiao Han. Indeed, his anxious state of mind did not help him at all. He calmed down, walked over and sat on the chair, thought for a while and said to his sister: "This We have to find a way to deal with it now, and we cannot just let these people slander Brother Shi’s reputation.”
Brother Shi has already achieved great success and must not be called "Long Live" again.
"Then how do you think this matter should be handled?" Xiao Ming asked, taking down the ink-stained paper and replacing it with a piece of clean rice paper.
Xiao Han thought for a while, then stood up and wrote a poem on Xiao Ming's newly laid rice paper, saying: "Since someone has slapped a hat on Brother Shi, we have to take it off. In the same way, we should give back. Heshen, since they can use rumors, we can too."
Xiao Ming looked at the newly completed poem and nodded. This was indeed a good idea. It could divert everyone's attention and please the emperor.
As long as more people sing it, everyone will know that it is the emperor's credit and his leadership.
However, this is not enough. It must be blocked at the source and silenced, so that the words "Long live the Northwest Army, long live the Silver General" can disappear from everyone's ears.
Just how to stop Youyouzong from talking, you have to think of a way. As long as a tip of the rumor reaches the emperor's ears, it is equivalent to planting a seed of doubt.
"This is a good idea. Find more people to sing the song. Helpers at the docks, children on the streets, storytellers in restaurants and shops, opera singers in troupes, and even brothels and red houses." Xiao Ming When he opened his mouth, he pointed out the key points. People were coming and going at the pier. The helpers were all hard workers. As long as they had money, they would happily take the job. There were also children playing on the street. Playing and having fun, such children can be seen everywhere on the streets of Beijing.
A bunch of candied haws can accomplish many things.
Among the places that scholars who love writing and writing like to go, apart from fixed schools, there are only bookstores, restaurants and brothels and flower boats. In addition to being places where people gather, these places are also well-informed and often only need one night. , a meal of wine, then everyone knows.
Of course, the prerequisite for doing these things is money, a lot of money, and someone who is willing to do this for you.
After hearing this, Xiao Han nodded repeatedly and his face turned red. My sister actually thought of those things. My sister didn't look like a girl at all.
No other girl could say such a thing.
