This evaluation was so high that some of the people here who admired Lu Yuzhao couldn't help but wonder if it was a little too high.
"Higher than Taizong?!" Sure enough, some listeners couldn't help but question.
"Of course." The old storyteller replied with a determined expression.
"But you just said that Taizong was not included in the list of sage kings in the history books because he failed to unify. Doesn't the position of the leader of the Holy Pavilion also have flaws, as he failed to assist the king in completing the unification?"
Tingke’s doubts seem reasonable at first glance.
However, the old storyteller didn't even hesitate for a moment and just said four words:
"None of his business."
This old man seemed to suddenly become angry. In Ye Yuzhou's impression, this kind of situation was rare.
"..." The listener who was debating with him was also stunned for a moment.
"If not, will you ask Zhuge Wuhou these words?!"
The old storyteller asked angrily, and then he continued:
"Whether the world is unified or not depends on the king and not the ministers, and the time and strength. The flaws you mentioned are the fault of time and Taizong. The common people in the world are unable to bear the burden anymore. The only fault is not his."
In these few words, Ye Yuzhou vaguely heard a hint of resentment and injustice.
On the spot, no one in the audience said anything more, because everyone understood that at this point, Lu Yuzhao no longer needed to comment further.
The little old man who is said to be thin and with a hearty smile is the biggest legend in Da Zhou so far. He has the most things to talk about, but he is also the most talked about by everyone in the world. Over the past few decades, almost all of them have been talked about. .
Regarding Lu Xuanji's life achievements and deeds, even a random urchin caught peeing in mud on the roadside can tell you a few things.
There are countless various evaluations and summaries given to him in this world. If someone who doesn't know asks, just take three of the sentences and reply to him, that's enough.
First, when the Zhou Dynasty was founded, there was a grand ceremony. Taizong wrote a book in his own hand and presented the mystery: Five generations entered the throat, and the ten kingdoms served with wine.
Secondly, in the year of Lu Yu's death, the historian of Ping Hai Ji publicly noted: If the great conspirators of the past dynasties were listed in a separate volume in my book, Lu Xuanji would definitely be in the top five, and he is expected to be in the top three.
Thirdly, ten years after Lu Yuzhao's death, Taoist sects all over the world regarded him as a saint. They summarized and commented on his achievements. One of the sentences said: It refers to the division of the world's mysteries and the tombs of all the emperors.
The Taoist theory here is that during the period of history before the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, the true dragon's destiny was dispersed and divided into 15 mysterious gathering places in the world. Each had its own climate, so it resulted in a melee of separatist regimes that lasted for nearly a hundred years, such as Nearly sixty emperors appeared like green grass... This catastrophe would not have ended easily if Lu Yuzhao had not appeared out of nowhere.
It was Lu Xuanji who first conquered and pacified with Taizong, and then used a Jiantian Pavilion to move the stars to divide Xuan and a body tomb to suppress the various surnames, and finally curbed the centuries-old Fenlong Qi.
So that the world can be stabilized and the common people can live and breathe.
"It's a pity that the weather never goes off."
"What about Prime Minister Du Wei when he faces Prime Minister Du Wei on the right?"
Some people at the scene were still lamenting that Lu Yuzhao was only fifty-six years old before he left for the west. Some people were already thinking about it. From the founding right prime minister, they were reminded of Prime Minister Du who is now in the court.
The old storyteller glanced at the person who asked the question, lost his energy, and commented: "Governing the world is ordinary, but it is useless in troubled times, and weeping in a crisis."
he! How dare he comment on the right Prime Minister like this? !
You must know that this person is still alive and in power. His students are officials all over the state, and his official reputation has always been quite good.
After the shock, the listeners took a moment to feel themselves, and found that they were not afraid of the surprise...
They were completely excited by this time and couldn't hold it back.
"How about Huang Yinsi, the great general of the Zhu Kingdom?"
Another listener asked, considering the current unrest on the borders of the Great Zhou Dynasty, with Beiqi and Beiwan eyeing them with eager eyes. The ability of the people involved in this question is related to the fate of everyone here.
The old storyteller thought for a moment and did not make a direct positive comment. Instead, he said: "Speaking of which, there was one thing that Old General Huang did back then that I was quite convinced of."
The listeners were immediately curious and asked: "What's the matter?"
"In the early years, Taizong proposed marriage to Huang Yinsi in person, hoping that he would marry his only daughter to the then crown prince, later Gaozong, Chen Ze. Huang Yinsi refused. Taizong thought he didn't like Chen Ze. He immediately changed his mind and Xu Huangyinsi chose one of the princes as his son-in-law..."
"The Emperor's favor is so great. How did General Huang choose him in the end?"
"Huang Yinsi refuses without hesitation."
Audience: "..."
"Da Zong was puzzled and asked him why. Huang Yinsi stood up and left the table. At the same time, he only replied, whose family has flowers to fill the mud? So just for marrying a daughter, what he disliked was not any prince, but Taizong's whole family. . Therefore I believe that General Huang is a truly good father."
Everyone present burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Smiling and laughing, some people vaguely realized that something was wrong. The person asking this question was General Zhu Guo. It was about the safety of the family and the country. Why did he just say how about being his father?
"How about the military aspect of General Huang?" Tingke couldn't help but ask.
"Not bad." The old storyteller commented lightly.
"It's just okay?!"
"It's really just passable."
"The old general has fought hundreds of battles in his life, with brilliant achievements and outstanding achievements."
"There were many who defeated him back then."
"Then why is he the general of the Zhu Kingdom?"
"Because, life is long."
When the old storyteller said this, he raised his hand to end the question.
"What do you think of the general of the army, Dong Qianwen?" a nearby listener asked.
This time, before the old storyteller had time to speak, a listener who could no longer contain himself rushed to comment:
"A sycophant, who climbed to a high position by clinging to his uncle, will endanger the country sooner or later, how can you criticize him?!"
The old storyteller looked at him, smiled and nodded in agreement.
"What about our Yanzhou General Wang Du?"
"It's not enough to lead a horse."
"General Yanbei Pass, General Dingyuan Deng Yucheng, how about it?"
"You can go with Wang Du and lead each other's horses."
"..."
"Don't ask, don't ask. Please don't ask the general again. If you continue to ask, it will only make us more frightened."
One of the listeners stood up directly, stopped others, and said: "I want to ask, Mr. Chu Shiyan, the head of Qianjiantian Pavilion and Grand Tutor, what do you think?"
"Is this guy still worthy of comment?" The listener, who had completely lost control of himself, asked again: "Is there anyone who hasn't heard about the incident in the Golden House of Stars and Moons?"
All the remaining guests replied: "I've heard of it."
So this matter seems to have spread widely. According to folklore, it is said that this Chu Shiyan, while serving as the head of Jiantian Pavilion and Taifu, was corrupt and perverted, and received countless gold, silver and jewels. In the end, he was so bold that he actually used Jiantian Pavilion high tower to climb the tower. The stolen goods were hidden in a room.
One day, Chu Shiyan finished admiring the stolen goods and forgot to close the window. At night, the light of the stars and moon came through the window and shone on the mountains of gold and silver jewelry, so that the whole house was dazzling in the night. Overnight, Chang'an was filled with people. Everyone knows.
"It's a pity that our great Zhou Jiantian Pavilion was implicated by him and his reputation was tarnished."
The guest complained and sighed, then his expression suddenly became mysterious and he continued:
"Then I heard the secret, he also had another matter, trying to interfere with the establishment of the crown prince. How much guilt do you think he is guilty of? I think if the current emperor had not taken into account the friendship for many years, this guy should have been interrogated and executed long ago."
"really?"
"really!"
"That's really worth killing!"
Amidst the uproar and horror... the old storyteller smiled and expressed his agreement again, saying: "You see, you all know a lot of things."
"Fish porridge." Dragonfly went to add a circle of hot water for the guests and came back. Still squatting in the corner, she pulled her brother's clothes and said:
"Have you noticed? They asked a lot, but no one dared to ask the emperor, I mean the current emperor of Zhou Dynasty."
The fact is exactly as she said, no one in the audience asked about the current emperor.
Although someone asked about Taizong just now, he is a person who has passed away and has become history after all. In fact, the majesty of the imperial power and the fear in the hearts of the people are still there.
"Why, are you curious to ask?" Ye Yuzhou asked with a smile.
"Yes." Dragonfly said while thinking: "But I have heard merchants say that the emperor seems to have been ill in bed for many years. Since there is nothing to ask, you can't ask him that he is in better health now. What?"
"That's right." Ye Yuzhou agreed with a smile.
"Hey, I don't know if the emperor suddenly dies of illness one day, will he still be allowed to tell stories? Will he have to rest for a while? If there is no money coming in, Yun Niang will probably be even more anxious. If she is both idle and anxious, , you’re still not allowed to operate on me every day?”
Li Yingyue suddenly became worried and began to worry.
"Shh." Ye Yuzhou quickly signaled her to be silent. Although he said that the sky is high and the emperor is far away, it is best not to say such nonsense in public.
"Well, he is a person who can die at any time. You can't just blame me just because I said it. Besides, what I meant by saying this is that I obviously hope that he will live well, so that we can continue to earn money from storytelling. money……"
Li Yingyue lowered her voice and mumbled, still somewhat unconvinced.
Ye Yuzhou had no choice but to keep a straight face and glare at her.
Seeing this, Li Yingyue also widened her two clear eyes, puffed up her cheeks and tightly closed her lips. She whined like a ferocious little beast, leaned forward and made a feint towards Ye Yuzhou... and stopped making any sound.
The little girl has a stubborn personality, and because of her daily arguments and arguments with her elder sister, she has developed a mouth that refuses to admit defeat. This is actually the way and expression she always gives in to Ye Yuzhou in the end.
Ye Yuzhou's expression relaxed and he smiled gently. He reached out his hand and gently flattened her bulging cheek. He changed the topic and said:
"Speaking of which, I have an adult who is currently in the court, and I suddenly want to ask the book master. How about it? When I ask it later, you can also listen to it? Then you can tell me what you think of this person."
Are you asking for my help in judging? It seems that in Yuzhu's eyes, what I say usually makes some sense... When Li Yingyue thought about this, her expression immediately brightened, she nodded seriously and said:
"good!"
At this time, the sky outside the teahouse was already getting dark.
From the south gate of Gucheng, a horse neighed suddenly.
coming!
The long-awaited caravan finally arrived, and the crowd waiting at the south gate all got up excitedly, stretched their muscles, and were ready to start work.
"Hurry up, go alone and go to the teahouse to order fish porridge."
However, the horse neighing just now was so loud that people at the north gate also heard it.
"South Gate! Hurry!"
A group of people guarding the north gate quickly got up and ran as hard as they could.
A rumble rolled across the street outside the teahouse.
"Turn back and call Yu Zhi to come over quickly and prepare to negotiate the price."
On the second floor of the teahouse, the listeners had already asked several important officials of the court one after another, and the old storyteller commented on them one by one in a few words.
"Song Zhiji, Minister of Rites, what do you think, sir?"
a voice asked from the corner.
The old storyteller turned his head and looked towards Ye Yuzhou.
The two of them were very familiar with each other. Of course the old man recognized Ye Yuzhou's voice, but it was the first time in the past few years to hear him ask questions at this stage.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves came rapidly from the south gate of Gucheng.
The figure of the team on horseback gradually appeared.
"Spread out! Quick, spread out!"
"It's not a caravan..."
Amidst the urgent shouts, the group of people who originally surrounded the city gate quickly retreated to both sides.
Even with the follow-up, a group of people from the north gate also hurriedly moved to both sides of the street to avoid it.
More than twenty horses came through the snow, breathing strong and hot breath, without slowing down at all, and galloped into the south gate of Gucheng.
The man on the horse leaned down, passed the door, and got up again.
The cloak on his body fluttered up, revealing the saber and sword at his waist.
cavalry!
Although these people were not wearing armor, the Gucheng people who were making a living on the border could tell at a glance that they were cavalry, and they were by no means ordinary cavalry.
The horses are not ordinary horses, the clothes are not ordinary clothes, and the soldiers are certainly not ordinary peripheral soldiers. Even the swords exposed on their waists are engraved with exquisite animal mask patterns.
The impressive cavalry team rode down the main street.
In the middle section, at the small teahouse, there was a sudden collective pull on the reins. About half of them turned over and dismounted, while the other half actually jumped directly from the horse's back into the air, spread out in the air, and flew back to high places.
This scene... The two Gucheng men downstairs who were "ordered" to call Ye Yuzhou to negotiate the price stood blankly in front of the teahouse, panicking and not knowing what to do.
"Are you asking about Song Zhiji?" In the teahouse, the old storyteller looked directly at him and asked slowly.
Ye Yuzhou nodded, "Yes."
Whoosh whoosh... whoosh whoosh... The sounds of more than a dozen experts flying across the roof in the strong wind, and the sounds of falling behind the house came clearly through the wall.
Then, there was a series of footsteps going up the stairs.
problem occurs? The audience suddenly panicked.
Although the windows of the small teahouse were closed and they could not see what was going on outside, the series of sounds just now were enough for them to imagine the whole scene.
That is by no means a scene and master that ordinary people like them can easily see.
"not……"
The merchant who opened his mouth quickly closed his mouth again before he could finish his question.
Just like the other part of the people who stood up in a hurry and prepared to do something, their next action was either to sit down again slumpedly or to stand still and not dare to move.
Although there must be people who have practiced martial arts among the merchants, facing such a group of officers and soldiers who can easily fly over the roof of the tea house, they have no ability to resist, let alone the courage to resist, and they can't do anything.
Dragonfly was still squatting in the corner, tightening Ye Yuzhou's hand. While nervous and frightened, he couldn't help but look at the door curiously.
Ye Yuzhou didn't move, he just held his sister's hand. When he felt her cold, he held it back hard.
The footsteps going up the stairs stopped outside the door.
Huh, huh...his breathing was tense.
There was not even a sound in the room except for the breathing that was hard to suppress.
No one moved inside.
People outside didn't know why, but they didn't move.
Until, with a "click", the old storyteller placed the rough porcelain teacup in his hand on the table, slowly swallowed a sip of tea, then calmly looked at the door and asked:
"Whose dog is it?"
The wooden door was pushed open in response, and three tall and tall men in brocade robes walked in. They walked not far from the rectangular table where the old man was storytelling. They knelt down neatly on one knee and bowed their heads, saying:
"Hawks and dogs crouching on the steps under the east palace gate, see the head of the Chu Pavilion!"
In fact, they should be called Fujiewei, but the old storyteller... No, Chu Shiyan, the head of Qianjian Tian Pavilion, just asked whose dog it was.
