Chang'an City of the Han Dynasty was calm for three days.

The news that ordinary people in Chang'an know is just something that everyone knows after the Great Dynasty Meeting. Although the emotions in their hearts are different, there are more people who secretly fight for the young marquis.

Three days is not long or short, but it is enough to brew and accomplish a lot of things. About the desire for power, about the entanglement of interests, about firm determination, about going forward ...... this way.

Perhaps for many people, right and wrong, good and evil, are the weight that can be exchanged for benefits, this is a convention, thousands of years of inheritance, when life and death or wealth can be expected, there are few people in the world can do not be moved. Those who can keep their original intentions unchanged are saints. And this kind of thing as a saint is extremely rare, and it is said that it can only be produced once in 500 years!

Yuan Zhao asked himself if he was a saint, and he never thought about what he wanted to be. If he can live this life according to his own wishes, it is his greatest desire. But now it seems that some people don't want him to do things in peace, and the guns and arrows have never stopped being aimed at his vital points.

On this calm spring day in Chang'an, perhaps no one expected that the young marquis's counterattack would be extremely fierce.

Today is the day of the Great Pilgrimage Meeting. Imperial Doctor Zhang Tang got up early, washed up under the service of a few maids, prepared the court clothes, and waited to go to the court on time after breakfast.

Human beings are multifaceted, and in many cases, there is no distinction between good and evil. is like Zhang Tang, although he likes to play with power and fight his opponent ruthlessly. In terms of personal integrity, he can be honest and self-disciplined, and after so many years in the court, he has never used the power in his hands to commit corruption and bribery, which can be regarded as an outlier.

In Zhang Tang's mansion, all the subordinates add up to only about a hundred or so people, and they only rely on the lord's fortune in the court, so naturally they can't afford those luxuries. However, he was not as particular about these aspects as he was, and although the food was simpler, it was still delicious. In the past, after my lord finished dressing, the food was already ready. However, the situation today is a little strange, and the Imperial Doctor has been sitting and waiting for a while, and the butler has not yet led anyone over.

Zhang Tang couldn't help frowning. This has never happened before. He was about to get up and go to the room to call out to his wife, and ask her to discipline the people in the house severely. More and more unruly! Delayed the major events of the last dynasty, so how can it be done? Today he was the leader of the fierce attack on the boy he hated.

The butler finally came in a hurry, with a look of trepidation on his face. His own master treats people harshly and harshly, making everyone tremble, lest they will be scolded and whipped if they are not careful. The family members who followed behind hurriedly put the meal in their hands on the table, and respectfully invited the master to dine.

Zhang Tang didn't care about scolding and holding him accountable, the time of the last dynasty couldn't be delayed, he had to get up immediately after a quick decision. However, after eating a few bites, I can't help but change color! What kind of rice is this? It's so hard to swallow.

The dish is boiled in water, without oil or salt. The rice is rough and unpalatable, obviously stale rice ......! How unreasonable! People are simply lawless, this is?

"Zhang An! What's going on? Hum! ”

Zhang Tang threw the rice bowl on the table, and his angry beard was cocked. The old guy has a bad appetite, and he wants to make these unpalatable meals to eat, this is a rebellion!

"Sir...... Alas! There's really no way around this! ”

The housekeeper Zhang An and several family members stood with their hands down and secretly raised their eyes to look at him. One by one, they had bitter faces, and they looked like they were suffering.

"Say! What the hell is going on? Is there no money left for food at home? ”

"Master, it's not that the family has no money, but ...... It's vegetables, rice, oil, salt, and money can't buy it, wow! ”

"What? Nonsense! The huge Chang'an City, how could it suddenly be impossible to buy rice vegetables? There must be a family member who deceived the upper and lower levels and made a profit from it, right? ”

"Absolutely not! Master, don't you know anything...... It's not that Chang'an City can't buy it, but we can't buy these things in our house...... Master! ”

"How do you say that......?"

Zhang soup noodles sank like water, and he seemed to have a premonition of something. Sure enough, a moment later, in the bitter narration of the butler's face, he finally understood the whole story.

Since three days ago, for some reason, all the vendors who supplied all kinds of daily necessities to Zhang's Mansion had a nervous break, and no one came to deliver anything, so the good business was interrupted. The people in Zhang's Mansion felt inexplicable, but they couldn't help but open the pot to cook? Everyone is waiting to eat.

However, something even more surprising happened. The family members sent out to Chang'an City to buy came back in a panic and said that now the vendors in the entire Chang'an refused to sell anything to the Imperial Doctor's Mansion anymore. No matter what it is, no matter how much money you spend, people just won't sell it!

There is no way, in the past three days, the food and clothing of the people in Fuzhong are all consumed inventory. And as of yesterday, the family had eaten up everything. The breakfast prepared for the master this morning was really helpless, so I could only replace it with old rice...... That's the case in general. Madame was afraid that Zhang Tang would be distracted by these trivial matters, so she instructed the housekeeper and subordinates not to let him know.

After Zhang Tang listened from beginning to end, the anger in his heart rose. He didn't have to think much to know that this was a deliberate effort by those merchants who heard the news from the court last time. This is simply going against the sky! A group of lowly people dare to use this method to deal with the members of the three princes of the imperial court, it is tolerable, which is unbearable!

Zhang Tangqi didn't eat anymore, and he went out of the house with high morale and boarded the carriage and went straight to Weiyang Palace. Trying to use these crumbs to make him succumb is really some shameless people. At today's court meeting, I must let the emperor make an edict to implement the last proposal, so that all the businessmen in the world can understand one thing, their lifeblood wants to make their own decisions, but it is just wishful thinking!

Zhang Tang has the determination to win. In the past three days, many courtiers have quietly visited the palace and expressed their support for him. No matter what the purpose of these people is, Zhang Tang believes that in today's Hanyuan Palace, as long as he stands up, all these people will support him later. At that time, Yuan Zhao and the businessmen he supported will not fall, and heaven will not tolerate it!

Yes, today he is going to try to make a dagger. All the tirades about collecting wealth for the country are just high-sounding pretenses, and his ultimate goal is to point the sword at Yuan Zhao and cut him off!

The morning light in the east gradually faded, a red sun jumped out of the clouds, and Chang'an City woke up from its deep sleep. The city gates are open in all directions, and the traffic is busy. Many mundane ordinaries have long been commonplace, alternating between day and night. And more grandeur and light, will rise in the east with the sun, in the heart of the Han Empire, Weiyang Palace Hanyuan Palace, revealing the momentum!

The grand court meeting of the Han Dynasty, limited to sunrise, opened the palace gate. This is different from some dynasties like getting up early to go to court in the dark, which is still more humane. Of course, the origin of this may come from the Gaozu Emperor Liu Bang, who was very lazy and casual in everything. The courtiers were relieved of some of the hardships.

The white-haired old Zongzheng, with a high crown and a majestic demeanor, with the strength of the old ministers of the clan, when he walked through the Suzaku Gate, he took a look at the whole picture of the majestic palace. The reason why it was built so majestic was to let future generations abide by the old system and no longer have to bother to make random changes. And as a descendant of Emperor Gaozu, he is in charge of the Zongzheng Mansion and maintains the legal system of his ancestors, how can he be slack! Today, in any case, it is necessary to get an accurate response.

At this moment, Dazong Zheng Liu Xuan probably didn't expect in his heart that the endless turmoil on the Hanyuan Hall would be opened by him.

More and more ministers gathered in front of Weiyang Palace from various mansions in the city, and entered the Suzaku Gate in order, along the long corridor, to the Hanyuan Palace.

The sky is cloudy and sunny at all times, and people are in good fortune and misfortune. The rising red sun seemed to only herald the arrival of the day, but after a moment's effort, a large area of clouds gathered from the sky, getting thicker and denser. When all the ministers entered the Weiyang Palace, the clouds finally completely obscured the sun, leaving only a heavy haze overhead.

Among the civil and military officials in Chang'an, many of them have heard the rumors in advance, or they are implicated in it. I have a hunch that today will be an extraordinary day. Whether it will be a blessing or a curse, it is not yet known.

A horse came from Nancheng and turned a few streets, and the sound of horses' hooves resounded on Suzaku Street. When many people turned their heads in amazement, they saw a man and a horse slowly walking towards the end of this central axis street through the thin morning mist.

The young man sitting on the horse is very familiar to most of the people of Chang'an. In many of the daily conversations that have been passed down by word of mouth, he has already become a legend.

The peasants are familiar with him because there is a kind of latest light cocoon and loom, with his appearance, he came to this world, and brought great changes to the production methods of countless peasants, and the more time passed, the more it appeared, and the merit of this is probably immeasurable.

Scholars are well known because he was the first to suggest to the emperor that "meritocracy" should be made. In the past ten years, a large number of young talents from ordinary backgrounds have emerged, and they have been reused, and the entire bureaucratic system in the world has begun to show more and more vitality.

The merchant is familiar with him because he uses his skillful hand to guide the fortune of the world, so that the goods of the whole country flow from north to south, east and west, all industries are revitalized, and all lakes and seas are prosperous.

Of course, there's a lot more he's done. However, in the hearts of these ordinary people, only those who are concerned about themselves are the most concerned. Now that the mountain rain is coming, and the black clouds are pressing down on the city, what is the fate of this person? It has attracted the attention of many people.

Wherever the horse passed, everyone on the side of the street stopped what they were doing or walking, and followed his back with mixed feelings. Until I watched him walk into Weiyang Palace and start to fight ...... alone.