Fang Jun is depressed, what are you happy about?

We're not all the way!

Fang Jun frowned and said: "You are the mirror of the ancients, fair and selfless, and you have made a life with slander all your life!" But I can't do this, little nephew, we just want to be a slanderous minister, a high-ranking official has to ride a horse, and he will be glorious and rich for a lifetime, isn't it happy? ”

Liu Xuanyi stroked his forehead with his hand......

I have lived for almost thirty years, and I have never seen anyone who can say that he is determined to be a minister so justifiably!

Fang Er, you cow!

The jailers on the side had a sparkle in their eyes and a look of adoration!

That's an example!

Money beauty, promotion and wealth, which secular person doesn't want to? But those sanctimonious children of the family claim to be Confucian students, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but don't they do these things behind their backs?

It's really a watch to set up a memorial arch, shameless!

Look at Fang Jun, who is relying on his father's power, is blatantly slapping horses in front of His Majesty, and dares to say it upright-Lao Tzu just wants to be a minister!

Is this a true gentleman, or a real villain?

It doesn't matter what kind of room it is, in short, room two is room two, from ancient times to the present, up and down the Tang Dynasty, unique!

But people do what they say, what about Shechen?

In the same way, high-ranking officials have to sit and horses have to ride, are you not convinced?

If you don't accept it, you can't do it......

Wei Zheng was almost choked to death, and he was so angry that his beard was cocked!

Glaring at him, he said angrily: "Hugh wants to deceive the old man with these nonsense words!" The old man came to ask you, if you don't care about the people, why do you provoke the Yuan family and the family gate? If there is no love in the heart, why should you bear all the responsibility for the crime and put an end to this case hastily? If it weren't for mercy, why should all the people who were clamoring for trouble be released? ”

Fang Jun scratched his head, not knowing how to answer.

Are you an honest and honest Wei Guangzheng?

The answer is no, not in the previous life, not in this life......

He just wants to live up to the welfare of crossing a country, do something in this prosperous and splendid era, change some things, and lay a more solid foundation for this troubled, pitiful and loving nation.

Maybe one day the Tang Dynasty will still perish, the five dynasties and ten kingdoms will still be in a mess, and the Great Song Dynasty will still rise, but Fang Jun hopes that he can broaden the horizons of this nation and speed up the pace of more advanced social reforms.

As for the loyal minister or the minister......

He never gave it much thought.

Since he coaxed His Majesty Li Er to be appreciated, supported, and reused, then why pretend to be honest and honest, making his road tortuous and rugged?

He always firmly believes that no matter whether it is a black cat or a white cat, the one that catches a mouse is a good cat......

But what Wei Zheng said was right in Fang Jun's heart.

He may be corrupt, or he may be bribed, or he may be able to flatter and flatter him, but his love and mercy for the people of the world in his heart have always been the same. This is a group of poor people, but also a group of great people, who survive in humility, suffer humiliation and hardship, but are always able to fight hard to drive out the Tartars after the empire overthrows Shenzhou and Lu Shen, and write a new chapter with life and blood!

Who can not love such a people?

After a moment of silence, Fang Jun didn't deliberately retaliate against Wei Zheng, and sighed lightly: "The benevolent love others, and the world is the most reasonable." The people are too bitter, they have to fight with the sky, with the earth, with the wind, frost, rain and snow, with the mountains and rivers, they keep fighting, just to want to live better! But there are always some family valves who claim to be high above the clouds and don't treat people as people, so that these ordinary people still have to fight with them in the cracks of survival! I can't get used to it, so I have to fight with those family valves on behalf of these ordinary people to see if they are born noble, or the common people are as good as water! ”

After saying a few words, the tone was sonorous, full of unparalleled self-confidence!

History has proven that anyone who stands on the opposite side of the people will be ruthlessly swept into the garbage heap of history by the people!

This is true of the imperial dynasty, and so is the door valve of the family!

Wei Zheng nodded approvingly, and said with a pleased smile: "The old man really didn't see the wrong person, so he dragged his body to the prison of Dali Temple today to block the wind and rain for you." ”

Fang Jun was stunned, and his heart suddenly warmed.

No wonder Wei Zheng came here, he should have foreseen that the family's counterattack like a storm was coming, so he came to cheer for him.

Don't look at Wei Zheng's dying old man's imminent death, but the shadow of the famous tree, as long as he Wei Zheng still has a breath of air, he is still the position of loyalty and straightforwardness, or the fearless mirror of the ancients!

Fang Jun had always thought that Wei Zheng was exchanging his political status with this image and method, but now he suddenly realized his narrow-mindedness.

This is a great man who is truly willing to cut his heart and soul for the country and the people, and is not afraid of life and death!

Wei Zheng's eyes flashed, looked at Fang Jun and said with a smile: "What's the matter, is the little bastard moved by the old man's heart of protecting each other?" If that's the case, why don't you write a poem and use it as an elegy for the old man soon? ”

Everyone looked at Fang Jun.

Fang Jun's poetic talent is naturally undoubted, and it is naturally easy to put pen to paper. But who is Wei Zheng? Zhenguan's rebuke and direct ministers are unprecedented in the ages! What kind of poem does Fang Jun have to write to be worthy of Wei Zheng's fame, status, and historical merits?

Fang Jun looked at Wei Zheng with a smile and said, "Do you really want to write?" ”

When he asked, everyone changed color!

Who doesn't know that Fang Jun is not most famous for writing poems and lyrics and singing praises to virtue, but writing poems and scolding people? I think that the famous tricks of Pingkangfang were tricked by Fang Jun's poems to lust to death, and His Royal Highness King Wei was even more indelible stained by Fang Jun's composition in his career......

Listening to Fang Jun's tone...... Is it possible to write a poem to mock Wei Zheng now?

The most nervous was naturally Wei Shuyu, who hurriedly shouted: "Presumptuous! My father is just a polite word, are you still serious? My father is admired by the whole world, and he is as fair and straightforward as water, so how can a reckless son like you comment on it? I don't know how thick the sky is! ”

Fang Jun sneered: "I don't want to write a certain book, since you insult me so much, then you have to write it!" ”

Wei Shuyu was frightened, glared and said, "No need!" ”

This mallet is a bad stomach, who knows if it will write a poem that is extremely satirical and sarcastic? If there are one or two more good sentences that are enough to pass on to the world, it will immediately become the black history of Wei Zheng's incorruptible life......

Wei Zheng smiled and patted his son's hand, looked at Fang Jun with a smile and said, "Although it is written, the old man has been worthy of admiration all his life, why worry about being criticized and slandered? ”

That's what a bearing!

The heart is selfless, the natural world is broad, and the light is fair!

Fang Jun stroked his palms and laughed, got up and came to the table, dipped his pen in ink, and pondered for a long time, wondering which poem to write for Wei Zheng?

After thinking about it, he gave up the rice paper on the table, held a pen in one hand, picked up the inkstone in the other, and turned to face the snow-white wall behind him.

The pen is dripping, and the ink is dripping.

"Some people are alive

He's dead;

Some people died

He's still alive......"

"There are people

Ride on the heads of the people: 'Oh, how great I am!'

There are people

Bend down and be a cow and horse for the people......"

"There are people

Carved the name into stone, thinking of 'immortality';

There are people

I'd rather be weeds, waiting for the fire to burn ...... underground."

"There are people

If he lives, no one else can live;

There are people

He lives for the better life of the majority......"

"He who lives and others cannot live,

His fate can be seen;

He lives for the better of the majority,

The people lifted him up very high, very high......"

"In the fifteenth year of Zhenguan, I drank freely with Zheng Guogong in prison, and I felt it from time to time, and I wrote a poem, thinking that I would encourage ......"

After the last word was written, Fang Jun only felt hearty in his heart, threw his pen on the ground, turned around and lifted the wine jug high and tilted it, the clear wine was like a white pour, tilting his head and opening his mouth, drinking a pot of wine.

"Happy!"

Fang Jun cheered for himself!

People always have to pursue something, whether it is to help the country through the world, or to eat and wait for death......

People must always have a goal, whether it is to benefit the world or to bring disaster to the country and the people......

Wei Zheng's life can be regarded as a dedication to the world, fair, honest and loving the people like a son, although he is not dead, he can also be conclusive.

What about yourself?

Or as it is written in the words on the wall......

"He who carved his name into stone

Names rot earlier than corpses;

As long as the spring breeze blows to the place

Everywhere there are green weeds......"

Praise and demerits, how can a few tombstones and a few history books be exhausted?

The people have a scale in their hearts, and they weigh the world and have their own weight.

Those great evils have been confused for a while, how can they be confused for a hundred years?

Those family gatekeepers ride on the heads of the people and want to be immortal, and sooner or later they rot before their corpses; Those upright officials are dedicated to the people, and the hearts of Baixin will always pay tribute to them......

Suddenly, a loud cry rang out in prison!

"Someone! Drag this innocent, mean-talking bastard out and cut it down! ”

The room is full of surprise!