Huanzhou, located in the north of Great Chu, is only five days away from the growing power of the Di people. (The full-text novel is read on the Shilu Literature Network) []Compared with the southern state capital near the left of the capital, although it is inferior in all aspects, there is less fertile land, not much output, and the city is not prosperous, but it is only in comparison, with the stability of Dachu for more than 100 years, it is basically stable and prosperous.

There are three cities under the jurisdiction of Huanzhou, namely Shuocheng, Yingcheng and Changzhicheng.

Among them, Shuocheng is the best regardless of geographical location or prosperity, so the successive Huanzhou governors have also placed the state pastor's mansion in Shuocheng, making it the political and economic center of Huanzhou.

However, in the early morning of this day, although the southern gate of Shuocheng was wide open, it was forbidden for others to enter and leave at will, and the army officials were lined up, and a group of bureaucrats and gentry stood in several piles, each gathering together and talking in a low voice, and many people had excitement on their faces, as if they were waiting for someone.

At the front of the bureaucratic gentry, a middle-aged literati in a lilac official uniform had the most excitement on his face, as if his greatest wish in his life was about to come true.

Among the states, there are only one state pastors who can wear lilac official uniforms.

Huanzhou state pastor, named Zhao Muxian, thirteen years old in Xiucai, twenty-one years old in the child, twenty-eight years old into a jinshi, after only eight years, has become a state pastor, at this time is young and vigorous, can be described as a promising future.

Although the state pastor of a state is only from the fifth grade in the official position of Dachu, he is in charge of one side, and his status is quite noble, although the official position is not high, but the status is much higher than those of the three and four grades of the empty position, who is it, who does it need the state pastor of a state to come to the city early in the morning to greet him?

As time passed, Zhao Muxian's face gradually showed an anxious look, and he kept looking into the distance.

At the end of the day, it was already noon, and an official wearing a six-grade costume next to him finally got impatient, took a step forward, and complained to Zhao Muxian softly: "Lord Zhou Mu, why did you say that the Sikong Inspector has not yet arrived?" It stands to reason that we should have arrived yesterday, and we've been waiting here for three days. ”

Inspector envoy, the Great Chu from the four officials, waiting for the emperor to inspect the official atmosphere and customs of all parties, and the post of imperial history, in the early Chu is an extremely important official position, but with the continuation of a hundred years, more and more literati who entered the Chu Dynasty to hold official positions, the officials are bloated, the official positions are chaotic, and the officials only look at the appointment and favor of the emperor to exercise their duties, not their official positions.

Especially in recent years, in the Chu Dynasty, there was often a situation where the Ministry of Industry and Shangshu managed the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of Officials commanded the Ministry of Soldiers. Most of the time, the so-called official position is just the basis for officials to receive their salaries, although the vast majority of officials do not look down on this at all.

As for the post of inspector, it had become a fictitious position earlier, and it stands to reason that there was no need for a state governor to greet him personally.

Zhao Muxian glared at the official and reprimanded: "Lord Sikong Min is a senior in the literary world, the top calligrapher and poet in my dynasty, highly respected, this time the emperor's grace is mighty, let him recover, serve as an inspector, the first to inspect is my Huanzhou, this is my honor in Huanzhou, how can you be so impatient?!" ”

Obviously, Zhao Muxian admires Sikong Min in his mouth very much, and he can't tolerate the slightest disrespect from others.

Sikong, originally one of the most honored official positions before the Tang Dynasty, ranked among the three dukes, and those who took Sikong as their surname were because many people in the door had held the position of Sikong, and over time, they simply changed their surname to Sikong. Although Da Chu no longer has the position of Sikong, the surname Sikong is still extremely honorable.

And Sikong Min, is a great figure in the Chu Dynasty, at the age of only 20 years has been three yuan and the first not to say, calligraphy is recognized as "my dynasty Yan style first", his poems are also widely circulated, is actually the Chu Dynasty top big man.

And just when Zhao Muxian reprimanded his officials, a fast horse suddenly arrived, and immediately the knight didn't care about the humility of the upper and lower levels, rolled off the horse and shouted: "Tell the lord, the inspector is coming, the inspector is coming." ”

Hearing the knight's words, everyone on the field was overjoyed, and Zhao Muxian didn't care about continuing to reprimand his officials, and led a group of bureaucrats and gentry behind him to walk quickly towards the distance of the official road.

In the distance, dozens of silver-armored knights escorted a rather luxurious carriage and slowly approached Shuocheng.

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The Chu Dynasty ruled the world with literati, and the status of literati was extremely respected.

Therefore, for these high-ranking officials and scribes who liked the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties, the so-called officialdom response was a literati response in a certain way.

Although Sikong Min is more than sixty years old, his face is like a full moon, his beard is white but neat and slender, his facial features are upright, and his pair of Danfeng eyes are not cloudy at all, but deep and bottomless, which seems to contain infinite wisdom. Because of the good maintenance, if you judge it only from the appearance, it seems to be only fifty-one and twelve.

As Sikong Min stepped out of the carriage with the support of Zhao Muxian, the officials and gentry who ushered in the ceremony couldn't help but cheer in unison when they saw this old man full of elegance and wisdom.

Although Sikong Min is one of the top scribes in Da Chu, his status is respected, and many people on the field are just his disciples and grandchildren, but since Sikong Min appeared, he has been extremely peaceful and approachable, no matter what kind of status, he can talk to him cordially, and if he is a little famous, Sikong Min can clearly tell the deeds of this person's life. In just one stick of incense, everyone had already bowed to Sikong Min to the extreme, and the dissatisfaction that had been waiting outside Shuocheng for three days before disappeared in an instant.

With the support of everyone, Sikong Min came to the largest hotel in Shuocheng, "Slender Crane Tower", and then naturally there was a big feast, and the literati sang and complimented each other, both ancient and modern.

After Sikong Min made two poems on the spot to shock the audience, after Sikong Min used his world-famous face on the spot to write a "Huanzhou Fu" and announce the charity sale, the guests and hosts were happy, and everyone worshipped Sikong Min to the fullest.

Sikong Min didn't drink alcohol during the banquet, but after all, he was more than sixty years old, and after dealing with it for so long, his expression was a little tired.

And after all the responses were over, Zhao Muxian accompanied Sikong Min and took a carriage to the post house to rest.

On Sikong Min's frame, Zhao Muxian respectfully reported to Sikong Min the achievements of Huanzhou under his governance over the years, and Sikong Min also listened carefully, nodding and praising from time to time, but it made Zhao Muxian even more excited.

When Zhao Muxian finished reporting, the frame had arrived at the post station, Zhao Muxian helped Sikong Min to the room that had been prepared for many days, and saw that Sikong Min's face was more tired, so he resigned with interest.

Sikong Min personally sent him outside the room.

However, just as Zhao Muxian was about to leave, Sikong Min, who had already turned around and walked towards the room, suddenly stood still, turned his back and asked, "Lord Zhao, is there a big family surnamed Xiao in Changzhi City under your rule?" ”

Sikong Min turned his back to Zhao Muxian, so that Zhao Muxian could not probe Sikong Min's expression when he asked, and while he was puzzled, he still replied respectfully: "There is such a family surnamed Xiao, although there are no famous scholars in the family, but in terms of family assets and financial resources, it is one of the best in my Huanzhou." ”

"That's right."

Sikong Min said slowly, the figure did not enter the room as he spoke, and the subordinate slowly closed the door.

On the other side, Zhao Muxian did not leave, but stood outside the room, constantly guessing the meaning of Sikong Min's last two sentences before, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Master Liu, why did you say that Lord Sikong suddenly mentioned the Xiao family in the end?"

Zhao Muxian asked a blue-robed scribe behind him.

The blue-robed scribe seemed to have figured out the whole story, smiled hehe, and said, "My lord, have you forgotten why Lord Sikong Min was dismissed twenty years ago?" ”

This time, Sikong Min was reinstated as an official, and since it was reinstated, it means that Sikong Min was removed because of some kind of before.

"Twenty Years ...... Ago"

Zhao Muxian muttered to himself, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his body shook suddenly.

At the same time, in the post house room, Sikong Min, who was sitting at the desk, was holding a piece of paper that had been slightly yellowed in his hand, and slowly read lightly: "The name of one person is raised all over the world, and tens of thousands of people are starving to death; For the poems to circulate for 300 years, create a notoriety to pass on to the world...... Haha, it's really a good poem. ”

Although he was smiling, his face was still elegant and wise, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

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