Jiang Yin looked at the group of scholars kneeling in front of Guangde Gate from a distance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His surroundings were crowded with people, including officials, ordinary people, farmers selling vegetables, and well-mannered scholars.

However, Jiang Yin was not squeezed, not because he was dressed more luxuriously, but because there were four big men standing beside him.

Needless to say, Lin Yue Di Yan is quite unusual, the newcomers Yang Jiushu and Chen Fu are quite unusual.

Both of them wore hats, dressed like chivalrous, and no one cared about them.

"Jiang Gongzi, what do you mean by this?" Yang Jiushu looked at it for a while before asking Jiang Yin curiously.

Jiang Yin looked like a lively teenager at the moment, with his hands behind his head, a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and asked easily: "Don't you think this is very interesting?" ”

"Uh....." Yang Jiushu was dumbfounded, as he spent more time in contact with Jiang Yin, the more he looked at this young man differently, and gradually regarded him as the master of the New Song Empire, thus gradually ignoring the problem of his age.

It wasn't until Jiang Yin spoke playfully like that Yang Jiushu realized that the person in front of him was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

"Huh.." Yang Jiushu also suddenly laughed, "This is indeed a bit interesting, when today, the things that can make the Son of Heaven have a headache are just because of what you said at the beginning, so so, it is enough to laugh at the history of Aoqing." ”

"It's not that exaggerated." Jiang Yin smiled and said: "I just want to recruit the editors of the New Song Daily, and I need some angry young people with the ability to instigate, this is a test for them." ”

"Wh.... What the? The corners of Yang Jiushu's eyes twitched slightly, he couldn't understand what Jiang Yin had just said, but this did not prevent him from understanding that this was a game of Jiang Yinbu.

"Ha, it's nothing, it's just that although we have many generals in the New Song Dynasty, there are too few Wenchen, and it is convenient for me to recruit more Wenchen, so the "New Song Daily" will publish new reports every day in the future and run a newspaper, I will definitely be too busy myself, and I still need some young people with new ideas to do it." Jiang Yin's tone was relaxed, but anyone could hear the weight of his words.

Grasp public opinion.

No one has ever seen this kind of thing in the Great Song Dynasty, but after the people of the world are talking about Zhao Guangyi's succession, Yang Jiushu has seen a small amount of knowledge, and it can be seen that he has a leopard in the tube.

The public opinion in Jiang Yin's mouth, in the Great Song Dynasty, is known as the people's heart.

"The people are the water, the king is the boat, and the water can carry the boat or overturn the boat." At that time, Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, was regarded as a classic by historians, and those who were emperors in previous dynasties were familiar with this sentence.

This is also the first time that the emperor has clearly put forward the importance of the people, and the people's aspirations will naturally stabilize the world, if the people's hearts are turbulent, the imperial power is likely to be unprotected.

And Jiang Yin keeps saying that he wants to control public opinion, which in Yang Jiushu's eyes is tantamount to saying that he wants to control the hearts of the people in the world.

Just when Yang Jiushu was still stunned by Jiang Yin's words just now, there was a commotion in front of Guangde Gate, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

I saw a team of imperial eunuchs wearing unicorn robes slowly walking out of Guangde Gate, and the old eunuch led by him took out a wisp of embroidered robes and took out a golden object from his arms, which was actually a holy decree.

The scholars kneeling in front of the Guangde Gate were very excited, they never expected that their actions could really reach the heavens and be valued by the emperor, at this moment, the sense of glory made them feel that their sacrifices were all worth it.

"Fengtian carries the emperor, and the edict says: There are three hundred and eight people who have been bewitched by the newspaper, kneeling in front of the Guangde Gate, ignoring my prestige, listening to slander, overkill, and should have been killed under the city gate, but I am ignorant and will not be punished, and I should encourage in time, if I listen to the letter, I will spread the rumors, and I will praise this~"

The old eunuch's shrill voice was like that of a night owl, but none of the people present dared to interrupt him.

His Majesty has already issued an order, this is a real judgment, especially the sentence that should have been killed under the city gate, which made the more than 300 scholars behind him pale.

"What are you still doing here? Just listen to the words in the newspaper, dare to doubt the saint today? Now Your Majesty is kind-hearted, and you will not be blamed, and you will leave quickly! The old eunuch reprimanded.

Suddenly, the three hundred soldiers kneeling behind them were a little unable to kneel, and a few quietly stood up and retreated.

This retreat can be said to have set off a fever, and most of the kneeling soldiers all stood up and quickly retreated into the crowd, as if they had never assembled.

The majesty of the emperor is greater than the sky, and even if the newspapers have given conclusive evidence, ordinary people still dare not face the imperial power.

Three hundred and eight scholars, in the blink of an eye, there were still eight people left, seven of whom were the most approving classmates that Sang Guozhong had brought from the Guozi Prison.

"Sanglang, since Your Majesty has stopped pursuing it, let's disperse, everyone is gone, and the eight of us can't make any waves..."

Hearing his friend's persuasion, Sang Guozhong knelt with his head bowed, his fists clenched fiercely, if he could see his expression, he would definitely be surprised how his brows could be so tightly wrinkled.

Sang Guozhong is unwilling, very unwilling, what he wants is to be remembered in history, not to be sent by only a holy decree of the emperor like now, if he dies, maybe he can be truly remembered by future generations, but does he dare to die?

Dare to die? Sang Guozhong asked himself again, but the final result disappointed him.

He didn't dare to die, even if he was so close to his name and history, he didn't dare to exchange his life, he was destined to be a coward, in the small county town around him, as a petty official, and spend the rest of his life in a mess....

Sang Guozhong no longer remembered how he stood up, he only knew that someone helped him up, and then took the holy decree, and if he received a hot potato, he cautiously walked back to the national prison.

Step by step, there was nothing left in Sang Guozhong's eyes, he just asked himself over and over again if he regretted it? Maybe you must regret it, when you are old, you will regret your choice for the rest of your life....

"Sang Guozhong, I haven't seen you for a few days, it looks like you're not doing very well~"

On the avenue, someone suddenly blocked the way, and several of Sang Guozhong's classmates immediately stood up, and one of them frowned and said, "May I ask who Mr. is?" ”

Jiang Yin looked at him, and then said with a smile: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I am very satisfied with your performance, and I hereby invite you to join the editorial department of "New Song Daily". ”

When he heard the words of the New Song Daily, Sang Guozhong's eyes gradually focused, and finally when he saw that the person in front of him was Jiang Yin, he exclaimed: "It's you?!" ”

"That's right, that's me." Jiang Yin's harmless smile revealed a hint of pride.....

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