Chapter 172: Maturity or Fall?

Husband and wife have been together for a long time, the temptation of the body will gradually decrease, and the image of the two will gradually become blurred.

This is a manifestation of feelings that go deep into the bone marrow.

It is the embodiment of letting down all the guards in your heart and letting the other party go in and out as if no one was there.

Su Zhi is like this now, like a little mouse in Yunlang's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, turning around, making nests everywhere.

Yun Lang took a few handfuls of her indiscriminately, and she was paralyzed like mud.

When the sunset rose, Yun Lang rode home with a majestic horse, Su Zhi and Song Qiao followed behind in a carriage. From the rich city that is about to bloom into the verdant fields.

The Hun slaves were still unclothed, their eyes were numb, and the iron chains under their feet rattled with every step they took.

Yun Lang didn't have time to pity them, according to the latest rules of the Han Dynasty, only their next generation could remove the shackles.

And according to the new "Slave Management Regulations" of the Han Dynasty, it seems unlikely that they will have any next generation.

If he stood on the position of the heavens, Yun Lang would feel that such oppression was extremely inhumane, however, from the position of a Han people, the position of a marquis of the Great Han Dynasty, as long as the Great Han Kingdom still had the power to suppress these slaves, such rules must be enforced.

Many times, the world will not exist for the word fairness, what exists is what exists, and the Huns were defeated, and they could only taste the consequences of suffering.

The consequences of this kind of suffering have been tasted countless times by the Han and the descendants of the Han people, so Yun Lang has no sympathy for these people.

They are now at this point, and it is only the result of a defeat.

Yun Lang believed that once the Huns defeated the Great Han State, they would only go even further.

Under such a heavenly way, who has mercy on whom......

Yun Lang was undoubtedly happy, riding his beloved You Chun horse, and in the carriage behind him were two beautiful wives, one of whom had his unborn child in his womb.

In such an environment, even the warm wind smells sweet.

A caravan of Hu people on camels stopped at the side of the road, and all the Hu people touched their hearts and saluted the noble people.

Liang Weng, who was sitting on the wheel, casually threw out a few cloud coins, and the Hu businessman picked up the exquisite cloud money from the dust and saluted the distant noble convoy again.

Yun Lang enjoys the current situation very much, at least, the strong people of the Han Kingdom only accept the courtesy of others, and there is no need to give gifts to any foreign people, even if this Han man is a proud beggar.

Not far away in the field stood a thick wooden pole, on which hung a man, whose body had long since rotted, and whose flesh had been pecked by crows, and bones were exposed in many places.

The corpse's head was drooping, and the muscles where the rope had been strangled had rotted, and now the rope could only strangle his bones.

Beneath the wooden pole, there were more dry bones scattered on the ground, and the wind passing by that side would send streams of fishy stench far away.

These dead people are all fugitive slaves, and after entering this year, more and more slaves have escaped, and the number of slaves executed has far exceeded that of previous years.

Not far from the wooden pole, there was a slave singing in a hoarse voice.

"Eilechuan, under the Yin Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses. The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low. ”

The singing voice is far-reaching, and the artistic conception is majestic and magnificent, which is a rare masterpiece in the poems made by Yun Lang.

When Su Zhi heard the singing, he opened the curtain of the carriage, revealed his beautiful face from Liang Weng's ears, and shouted at Yun Lang: "Husband, listen, this is the song you made in the surrendered city, it is really beautiful." ”

Yun Lang turned his head and smiled at Su Zhi, this ballad adapted from the Northern and Southern Dynasties by him word for word naturally belonged to him.

There is no reason to allow Cao Xiang to plagiarize countless things from him, so he is not allowed to plagiarize the songs of the Ele tribe?

Now, the Huns have fled to Mobei, and Emperor Liu Che is preparing for the final blow of the Han against the Huns, and it can be expected that the grassland, Gobi, and desert will once again fall into a war of iron and fire at this time next year.

A little-known Ele clan, God knows if it will appear, Yun Lang just pity the loss of this song, and can't talk about plagiarism at all.

Mama Yun, who believes in another unknown god, often says; And whoever has it is to be given to him, that he may have more, and whoever has not is to take from him what he has ......

This is the way of heaven!

Shameless people can always find a reason to do shameless things, and this is how many bandit logic is born, there is nothing to do with mercy, nothing to do with mercy, only to plunder, only to kill, only monopoly, only ...... Destroy.

Yun Lang thinks he is a man full of compassion, but now, his heart is as hard as iron.

Xiahou Jing was sick and was eating his own cecal tonic, and it was estimated that he would be cured soon, so in the Yun Manor, the battlefield of cultural gladiatorial fighting, Dong Zhongshu used his greatest strength to envelop the scholars who came to Chang'an.

In just the first ten days of the conference, Dong Zhongshu recommended 247 scholars to Emperor Liu Che in one go, and worked tirelessly to meet the emperor several times to seek officials for these people.

In order to make his behavior reasonable and legitimate, Dong Zhongshu asked for a full 112 recommended places from the noble family.

However, Liu Cheliang did not respond for a long time, and it was not until today that he told Dong Zhongshu through the mouth of Da Changqiu that these scholars all learned to take the exam, and only the outstanding would be reused by the imperial court.

Although Xiahou Jing was lying half-dead in the Yun Clan's Medical Hall, after hearing about this, the list of recommendations for him and the bigwigs was also released.

Ryazan's great name is impressively on it, and it is extremely high.

When it was dark, Chu Wolf escorted the tea from Shu into the Yun family.

"Our family has too few people, most of them are too young, and there are only nine people on the two-party list this time."

Chu Wolf felt very ashamed, but the Yun family spent a lot of money to cultivate a surprisingly small number of talents, which made him a little shameless to face the head of the family.

"You may not know that the purpose of inserting our family's people into the list has never been an important purpose, and the purpose of this time is to take the exam!

As long as the exam appears, the people of the Yun clan will not worry that there will be no way out.

From now on, academic disputes will turn into examination disputes, and whoever has disciples all over the world will have enough power to speak.

And the first exam must be imperfect and unsafe, and it is the most fierce exam of the struggle.

What you said is very reasonable, the people in our family are too young and need to settle for a few years, and we will give up all the informal exams this time.

The people of the Yun clan cannot be officials for the sake of being officials, but they must be prepared to be good officials, official positions are not what we pursue, we have to do things, and we have the right to do things! ”

Yun Lang's time to meet Chu Wolf, the chief steward, has always been very short, and he was ready to leave after a few words.

When he walked to the gate, he turned back to Yun Lang and said, "Zhong Liyuan withdrew and the embroidered messenger became the Yellow Gate Supervisor." ”

Yun Lang's gaze still fell on the book, and there was no response, so Chu Wolf closed the door and walked out.

On the edge of the lotus pond, I don't know which Confucian is playing the piano, it is the tune of "High Mountains and Flowing Water".

The sound of the piano is peaceful, and it is in harmony with the Confucian avenue.

Yun Lang pushed the window to look, only to see Cao Xiang standing on the Crouching Tiger Stone with his clothes fluttering, as if flying to the immortals by the wind, holding a wine bottle in his hand and chanting loudly: "I want to return by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the sky is not cold!" ”

Oh, I heard Dong Zhongshu's loud voice coming from afar: "I have long heard that the Cao family character always has a wonderful sound, although it is like a slush claw, things should not be, but it is often thought-provoking and beautiful...... Ladies and gentlemen, drink very much! ”

In the applause of everyone, Cao Xiang drank until the cup was dry, and he fell drunk on the Crouching Tiger Stone without much effort.

This kind of move is just right, it was too wasteful before, Cao Xiang's stomach is running out of stock, wonderful good sentences, and more uses, how can it be used to drink and have fun with a group of sour people?

Yun Lang closed the window, cut off the hustle and bustle outside, took the list sent by Chu Wolf, looked at it again, and burned it cleanly.

When all the paper ashes were turned into scraps, Yun Lang picked up the pen and respectfully wrote on the fold - "Examination Theory".

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