The green apricot singing voice is very good, as crisp as the orioles in spring, singing gracefully.

The big hanging hand dance of the dancers, the silk clothes are lured and the wind is attracted, and the lightness is shaking, which is better than yoga.

Xie Kang drank the spring bamboo leaves that were only five or six degrees. He wanted to drink but didn't know the water in the world. It was quite difficult, and it was not as good as red wine.

At the third moment of Hai, Xie Kang, who was slightly drunk, lay on the bed, with a faint fragrance of lotus flowers on his nose, muttering in a low voice: "Good false, it's too weak, you can even get drunk."

Liusu hurriedly approached and asked in a low voice: "First time, are you thirsty?"

After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the reply. I gently lifted the curtain and found that the person was asleep. I quietly left and stood by the door. The first time I felt light and there was no one around me.

...

Xie Xun received a poem written by Xie Kang that night: The flowers fade and the green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds the house. The willows blow on the branches and there are fewer flowers. There is no fragrant grass everywhere. There is a swing in the wall. There are pedestrians outside the wall. The beautiful woman in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually fades away from hearing the sound. She is passionate but annoyed by the ruthlessness.

He smiled faintly and said, "Yishan, take my famous post and go to the Ministry of Works to order a boat. Since Le'an wants to cover the clear dreams of the galaxy, then please satisfy him. Tomorrow he will send the poem to Uncle Ping, he should be able to understand something." He is always angry with ruthlessness, but it is not just the mood of a child, but the same is true for the cultivation of immortality. The laughter gradually fades away from hearing the sound, and it is too real.

Xie Kun whispered and told Xie Xun about Xie Kang's question of whether he could pay for dinner. "I have known very little about the world in Louguantai over the years, and the prime minister needs to be cautious."

Xie Xun looked at the poem on the silk, his face was calm and he didn't say anything. He just looked at the other guys, who could tear off his face and fight. He Fusi was too proud and ignored him. It was possible that Zhong Shukang, Xun Bolun, and Yang Zongwen, especially Zhong Shukang.

Seeing that his grandfather had not spoken for a long time, Xie Kun quietly retreated out.

The next morning, I went to Wenjin Academy Bamboo Garden to visit Wang Yan and Uncle Wang Ping.

Wang Yan sat on the high platform in front of the bamboo forest, playing chess. When he heard the footsteps, he didn't raise his head and smiled: "Can your grandfather calm down, or can you calm down?"

Xie Kun bowed and smiled and said, "It's my younger generation who can't hold back. Yesterday, Le'an wrote a poem, and his grandfather asked me to send it to the dean."

After Wang Yan finished playing the chess record, he put down the silk and looked at Xie Kun, "Go back and tell your grandfather that I have already submitted a memorial, I will be the prime minister of Le'an County."

Xie Kun looked at Wang Yan in shock and asked, "Ping Shu Xu Sheng, this... this is not in accordance with the rules." Xu Shengren County has never been seen in ancient times. Even when the saints and the others were not saints, they were also in the priests and did not serve as officials for the princes. What's more, Le'an was not the prince at that time.

"It's very long-winded, no wonder you're not as good as your brother." Wang Yan picked up another piece of silk and continued to play the chess score, "Your grandfather understands."

Xie Kun had no choice but to put down the silk and turn around and leave.

The wind blew across the bamboo forest, and the broken jade hanging on the bamboo collided, which was crisp and pleasant, and the courtyard was quiet.

Until an impatient voice came, "Dean, He Bi is asking for a meeting."

Wang Yan put down the chess record and said calmly: "Come in."

A man with short beards and wearing a light green Confucian robe walked into the courtyard, bowed and said, "Dean, Xie Le'an cannot practice."

Wang Yan looked at He Bi with a calm look and said, "Fu Si, the saint said, there is no difference in teaching, and teach according to your aptitude. Don't forget."

He Bi was choked and stood there. What you always said is right, but... no one would really do this! Either he could practice or become an official, and Xie Le'an would not take any of that end!

"Dean, why don't I go, you'll still stay in Zhuyuan."

Wang Yan waved his hand, picked up the chess record just now, and said lightly: "There is that poem here. You can read it. Go back and think about it. Don't disturb me playing chess anymore."

He Bi picked up the silk, put it back after reading it, bowed and turned around and left silently.

In less than half a day, the entire Jiankang City was blown up!

The first thing people asked when they met was, "Did you hear that Uncle Ping wants to be the prime minister of Le'an County?"

Another person will inevitably return: "It seems like it's just Class 14."

The person next to me added: "No, I heard from my neighbor's uncle, the fifth wife of the fifth wife of the seventh wife of the family of my neighbor, that it was only Class 13."

"No, Class 13 is Zong Zhengqing." Another person came over and said, "Equivalent to Weiweiqing, Class 12, the ninth brother of the youngest son of my fourth cousin's sister-in-law, the youngest son of my uncle, who is in the court."

...

Palace City Tai Chi East Hall

Emperor Liu Detou looked at the three ministers and six ministers in front of him, as well as the school affairs secretary, the minister of Dali Temple and the prefect of Jiankang, and said, "I asked you to come here to solve the problem, not a quarrel."

Dian Shuai Lu Pu bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Dean Ping is Xu Sheng."

In an instant, Tai Chi Dongtang became quiet, and no one was citing the classics to argue about how many classes the county and state ministers should be.

A trace of resentment flashed in Emperor Yuanjia's eyes. Lu Qingjiang and himself had no tacit understanding. Of course, he knew that Wang Pingshu was a saint. He ordered the imperial edict and could not do anything without leaving a name in history.

Historical pen is like a knife, and he can write: In the 12th year of the Song Dynasty and Yuanjia, the Xu Sheng Ren Ren Le'an County Prime Minister.

How will the future generations evaluate this matter? Emperor Yuanjia suppressed the Confucian sect, or Emperor Yuanjia admired Buddhism and destroyed Confucianism? What did he do wrong, why should he bear such unreasonable speculation!

Lu Pu said softly again: "Your Majesty, Xie Gong Xuandu, Dongxu Realm."

Emperor Yuan Jia smiled gently and unexcitingly and said, "The imperial edict was ordered to be the decree of Wenjin Academy Wang Yan, the president of Wenjin Academy, and was appointed as the prime minister of Le'an County. He would take office today."

Everyone bowed and sang in unison: "Your Majesty's wise!"

Emperor Yuan Jia smiled on the surface, but M P in his heart. Where is my wise? Why don’t I know! His eyes swept over the eunuch Liang Sheng in a faint way, and you bullied me too!

Liang Sheng was shocked, and hurriedly shook the whisk and shouted: "All officials retreat!"

After Emperor Yuanjia left, everyone left Tai Chi Dongtang in groups of three or three.

Lupu Lu Qingjiang left alone, and the white gauze-woven wide-sleeved long gown was covered with cloud and thunder patterns, making him look even more alone and stand alone.

The school code is only obeying the emperor, and has no friends or party. In the previous dynasty, it was the fastest knife in the hands of the emperor. Whether it was the army or all officials, they were under the supervision of the school officials.

In the hands of Cao Mengde, who took the emperor to command the princes, he was promoted, "I am not afraid of Cao Gong, but I am afraid of Lu Hong; Lu Hong is still good, Zhao Da kills me."

In the eyes of all officials, Lu Pu was Zhao Da. The executioner only cut off one person and was targeted by Lu Qingjiang. At the least, he was exiled, and at the worst, he was the Yi tribe.

Your Majesty also attributed the Censorate to his name... Everyone was even further away from him. Those Censors had a very strong fighting power during quarrels. This spring, the Minister of Rites was so angry that he fainted in Tai Chi East Hall on the spot.
Chapter completed!