Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

After Fang Ke left...

Yang Ge sat quietly in the room alone for a long time, still feeling uneasy.

He remembered a passage:

The history book is so big that it can contain five thousand years of China.

History books are too thin to contain a person's magnificent life.

A page in a history book that is turned over and the content that is written down with a pen may be the lives of millions of people...

In Yang Ge's opinion, little things such as the current rise in food prices may not be qualified to be recorded in history.

Or maybe later generations of people will search through history books and pick out one sentence from the vast words: In the twelfth year of Xiping in the Great Wei Dynasty, there was a great famine.

But the sorrow of Zhang Erniu and the others is real and vivid.

If they can't afford food, they really want to sell their houses, their fields, their children...

Perhaps they have long been accustomed to this kind of world, like a bull that has been hammered, with low eyebrows and submissiveness, accepting the exploitation and oppression from the powerful.

At most, he secretly cursed: Giving a son without an asshole...

But Yang Ge is not used to it yet.

He wasn't ready to get used to it either.

So he suddenly faced such a cruel and dark world, as if he were alone in the ice and snow. Even though he was wearing thick and warm cotton clothes, he still felt cold... bitingly cold.

He is not a martyr, and he cannot shout such impassioned slogans as Wherever the Tao is, I will go there even though tens of millions of people are there.

But in this world of cannibalism, if you want to let Gong Suinv do his will so easily and comfortably, and want him to cooperate and scream so cool... But it's just a daydream!

Under the lonely moon...

Yang Ge picked up the knife and walked slowly into the courtyard.

He jumped up and rolled up the snow all over the sky with his knife.

Lingshuang Dao has entered the Tao since then.

…

Four days later, Luoyang North Town Fusi.

Shen Fa, who was wearing a mysterious embroidered unicorn suit and a black gauze military crown, was sitting in the hall. Fang Ke, with a weathered face, stood in the hall and reported to Shen all about the three major grain merchants driving up grain prices and bribing the embroidered guards of the road pavilion. cut down.

Snapped!

Shen Fa slapped the armrest of the sandalwood chair with one palm, and shouted with a mixture of shock and anger: You bastard, a corrupt official, a great rat of the country, how dare you do this!

Fang Ke cupped his fists and bowed, not daring to say anything.

Shen Fa stood up angrily, pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his hands, clenching and unclenching his hands several times.

After a long time, he suddenly sighed heavily and said in a slow voice, Did Yang Ge ask you to come?

Fang Ke: My lord, it is indeed Mr. Yang who sent a humble official to Beijing to report.

Shen Fa sat down on the Taishi chair with a heavy voice, smiled bitterly and shook his head: Yang Ge, Yang Ge, you really gave me a big problem!

Fang Ke said quickly: Sir, Mr. Yang Qi is also wholeheartedly serving the public and asking for orders for the people. He has no other intentions.

Shen Fa said feebly: No need to say more, I know that guy better than you. If he has selfish motives, it would be a good thing, but this matter... ugh!

He indeed just found out about this.

But he also knew that the current Holy One must have known about this matter for a long time.

It is true that Xiuyiwei is the eyes and ears of the Holy Emperor, but the Holy One is not the only one who has the eyes and ears of Xiuyiwei.

Since the saint has neither mentioned nor asked about this matter so far, it means that he has acquiesced in this matter.

Everything is an exchange of interests.

Everything is for next year's northern attack on Tatar...

But now that he knew about it, he had no way of not reporting it.

But even if the application is submitted, the result will definitely not be satisfactory.

Things in the court are like cakes with shit in them. Either you don't eat them, or you have to swallow the shit together.

Even the Holy Emperor can't break away from the court rules of the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats rule the world together and let him govern the country, let alone his small embroidered clothes guarding thousands of households?

Fang Ke heard Shen Fa sigh, and after struggling for a few breaths, he still had the courage to say: If you are brave in your humble position, please protect General Yang Qi. A sincere person like him does not deserve to die like this. In the matter!

Shen Fa waved his hand: He is willing to stand up for the country and the people even if he is a dead snake, how can I be willing to bear the consequences? But the result of this matter will probably disappoint him!

Fang Ke quickly replied: On behalf of Mr. Yang, I would like to thank you for your kindness!

Ah!

Shen Fa chuckled with interest when he heard this, stared at him and said, It seems that you two get along well?

Fang Ke hesitated for a moment and answered truthfully: My lord, although Mr. Yang Qi is a bit too...simple as an official, his gentlemanly demeanor of being eager for justice and loving justice, hating evil as much as hatred, and valuing love and righteousness is the only one in his humble career besides adults. Secondly, I can see that working under Yang Zongqi is a humble job. You only have to be wary of the thieves' open guns, and you don't need to pay attention to the hidden arrows behind you. There is no human world, no worries about flies and dogs, and it is indeed satisfying and like a fish in water.

Bah bang bang!

Shen Fa smiled and clapped his hands: It seems that I am indeed a wise man who knows people well and knows how to handle them!

Fang Ke quickly flattered you: Your Majesty is as sharp as a torch and discerns every detail. The respect I have for you from my humble position is like...

Stop it!

Shen Fa: I keep saying these words over and over again. I'm tired of hearing them even if you don't get tired of them!

Fang Kesan smiled and shut up, hiding his merit and fame.

Shen Fa pondered for a moment, then reached out to open the cast iron box on the desk, took out a gilded silver token, and threw it towards Fang Ke from the air.

Fang Ke quickly stretched out his hands to catch the token. When he took a closer look, his eyes widened: Let's try the Baihu waist card together!

He looked at Shen Fa in confusion and with some surprise: Sir, this...

Shen Fa bowed his hands in the direction of the palace: I have made meritorious service in supervising the case of Zhaowu Marquis Xie's liaison with the enemy bandits. I have won the favor of the emperor. I will be promoted to the governor of Fusi Town in Beizhen soon. I will be promoted to generals with a thousand households or less in the division. But it can be decided with one word!”

You first send this order back to Luting and give it to Yang Ge. You say that this is a reward from your family for reporting the hoarding incident of the three major grain merchants. Once you get it, you will be given a printed letter and a robe, and then send it to Luting.

As for you, just take over your Yang Baihu's current official position and serve as the general banner of Luting.

Fang Ke was ecstatic, holding the token in his hand and lowering his head: I would like to thank you for your kindness in cultivating me, and I would like to express my gratitude to you for your guidance on behalf of Yang Baihu!

Shen Fa: Don't thank me for him, tell him for me: I'll wait for him to treat me to a promotion banquet... As for the hoarding of the three major grain merchants, I will take care of it myself, so he can stop interfering and calm down. Just wait.”

Fang Ke clasped his fists: I will convey the Lord's instructions to Yang Baihu verbatim.

Shen Fa waved his hand: Go down and have a rest. When you have rested enough, return to the road pavilion as soon as possible, lest that stubborn donkey loses its patience and messes up the big plan.

Fang Ke: Yes, I resign from my humble position!

He bowed and walked backwards, but before he had taken a few steps, he heard another voice coming from above.

By the way, I will prepare a new year's gift later. You can bring it to your family, Yang Baihu, on my behalf. It can be regarded as a promotion gift from me to congratulate him on his appointment as a Baihu household!

Fang Ke was numb and responded, not knowing whether to leave or not.

Shen Fa pondered for a moment, then looked up and saw Fang Ke still standing in the hall, and asked doubtfully: What? You don't know how to get to the dining hall?

Fang Ke:......

After Fang Ke retreated, Shen Fa grabbed the sword in the hall and hung it on his waist. He said loudly: Here comes, prepare your horse. I want to enter the palace to see the Holy Emperor.