The doctor shook his head and replied, "No signatures below."

Speaking of which, after a pause, he continued:

"However, such headlines, generally speaking, are used by reporters from Zhufengxuan."

It seems that Cheng Zhengdao has not heard of the name of "Bamboo Wind Xuan".

He then explained, "Zhufeng Xuan is a bookstore that opened last year, and it is said that it has the support of the Xiangguo government, and the newspaper is their invention.

Since its opening, in just one year, the scale has expanded several times, and now it is the largest bookstore in Chang'an, and many of the books sought after by the people are printed and published by Zhufengxuan.

Reporter is a word coined by Zhufengxuan, which means the person who records, and is actually a group of readers raised by Zhufengxuan.

On weekdays, he wanders around, records the strange things that happen in various places, writes them, and publishes them in the newspapers."

Zhufeng Xuan.

Xiangguo Mansion.

Newspaper.

These three words came together, and Cheng Zhengdao immediately realized the crux of the problem.

"It turned out that the people from Xiangguofu were arranging the old man!"

Cheng Zhengdao's old face showed anger, Teng stood up from the chair, gritted his teeth and said:

"The prime minister of a country, the head of a hundred officials, is so narrow-minded, the old man is just outspoken, and he is slandered and insulted like this, it is really ...... Shameless!"

The more he spoke, the angrier his expression became.

An old face turned red, as if he wanted to devour Fang Xiusheng alive.

Side.

When the doctor saw this scene, he couldn't help but say, "Cheng Saijiu, the lower officials think that this matter should have nothing to do with the Prime Minister, after all, the Prime Minister is still leading troops to resist Yan in Yongzhou......

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Zhengdao.

"If it weren't for his instructions, who would dare to arrange the court officials like this!"

「......」

Hearing this, the doctor couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Lord Sacrificial Wine, you don't have any real power, and there are many people who dare to do this.

The ministry hall of the six departments, the imperial history of the Imperial Inspectorate, the Dali Temple, and ...... Your Majesty.

I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it on my lips.

The Lord of the Wine Sacrifice has no real power, that is relative to other ministers.

It's more than enough to call him a doctor.

Seeing that the doctor did not refute, Cheng Zhengdao sat back on the Taishi's chair and gritted his teeth and said, "The old man wants to tell His Majesty about this matter, and let His Majesty make the decision for the old man!"

As the words fell, he dipped his pen in ink and began to write the chapter.

A moment later.

Cheng Zhengdao put down his pen, skimmed through it, confirmed that his words were appropriate, handed the piece to the doctor, and ordered, "Send this piece to the palace!"

"Yes, Lord Samurai."

The doctor reached out and took the piece and saluted.

Immediately after that, he left the house.

Cheng Zhengdao looked at his back, and the content of that article came to mind again.

actually slandered him for being good at Longyang, and fabricated a lot of evidence, which looked no different from the real thing.

If it weren't for the fact that the article was written about him, he would have thought that the content of the article was the truth.

"It's disgusting to spew blood!"

The more Cheng Zhengdao thought about it, the more bored he became, and after a while, he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, got up from his chair, pushed open the door, and went out into the courtyard to relax.

But.

As soon as I walked out of the main hall, I saw several doctors and teaching assistants gathered together, talking about something in a whisper, looking sneaky.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Zhengdao's face showed dissatisfaction, walked over, and asked coldly, "What are you talking about, tell me about it......

"What else can you talk about, of course, it is the dragon ...... the sacrifice wine."

Halfway through the sentence, it came to an abrupt end.

The teaching assistant saw that it was Cheng Sai who asked the question

The wine himself, busy and silent.

The rest of the doctors and teaching assistants also lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

When Cheng Zhengdao heard the word "dragon", he immediately understood what they wanted to say, and a wave of anger rose in his heart, and his face turned red.

He really wanted to say that the article in the Daqian monthly magazine was slander! It's rumor-mongering! It's out of nothing! It's a bloody mouth!

However, to say this is tantamount to putting this matter on the surface, even if it is clarified to a few people, it seems extremely powerless.

Cheng Zhengdao stood in place, neither to leave nor to stay, and held back for a long time before he said, "Go back to teaching!"

In fact, at this hour, all the students of Guozijian had gone home.

But the doctors and teaching assistants saluted and replied:

"Yes!"

With that, turn around and leave.

After walking a few steps, I couldn't help but glance back at him.

That look was meaningful.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhengdao felt a congested breath rise in his chest, which was difficult to eliminate, so that his breathing was not smooth.

"Introspection is not guilty, why worry about the husband!"

Cheng Zhengdao took a deep breath and silently recited the words of the ancestors in his heart, trying to calm himself down.

"Whew—"

After a while, Cheng Zhengdao's mood calmed down, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and walked out.

After walking a few steps, I saw the doctors and teaching assistants of the Taixue Hall gathering together to discuss.

Maybe I think that the Taixue Pavilion is still separated from the Guozi Pavilion where the sacrificial wine is located.

The doctors and teaching assistants of the Taixue Pavilion talked unscrupulously, and they could hear it clearly from afar.

"Have you read today's Daqian Monthly? Our country is in the headlines!"

"Of course! Not only Daqian Monthly, Chang'an Weekly, Zuihua Daily, Daily Tabloid Newspaper, but also a few other well-known newspapers, the front page headlines are all about this."

"Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, as a member of the national prison, it's really hard to be ashamed when I see this article......

"Our country's sub-prison is a place for the imperial court to cultivate outstanding talents who can self-cultivate and govern the country and level the world, and for this reason, our doctors are rigorous in their studies and diligent in teaching.

Now because of an unspeakable ugly thing, he has become a laughing stock in the eyes of the people of the world, which is really sad and lamentable!"

"Anyway, does the sake priesthood really have such a hobby? Why haven't I heard it before?"

The undisguised discussion came into Cheng Zhengdao's ears.

Anger swept over again.

Cheng Zhengdao stood in place, his eyes bloodshot, gritting his teeth and glaring at several doctors, his body trembling with anger.

The whole person was obviously annoyed to the extreme.

This time.

The doctors finally noticed Cheng Zhengdao's appearance, and they were busy silencing, and their expressions were a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhengdao wanted to give them a slap, but his own cultivation made him unable to do so.

Standing in place, trembling for a long time, he still chose to pretend and leave quickly.

All the way through the Guangwen Museum, the Four Gate Pavilion, and the Library.

The doctors, teaching assistants, without exception, were all talking about it.

This moment.

Cheng Zhengdao realized that the article was even more terrifying than he imagined!

The so-called human words are terrible......

Today he is a teacher!

"No! That article must not be allowed to circulate again! The old man wants to meet the saint face to face! Let the Holy Decree that those who spread rumors will be severely punished!"

Cheng Zhengdao stood outside the Guozi Prison, recalling the discussion he had just heard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he thought so.

Don't dare to hesitate any longer.

Cheng Zhengdao summoned a carriage and went straight to the palace.

Halfway through, there was a muffled noise from under the carriage, and then it stopped.

"Why stopped?"

Cheng Zhengdao sat in the carriage and asked a little hurriedly.

"The wheels are stuck in the rocks, you slightly

Wait a moment, and then move the stone away!"

The coachman replied.

When Cheng Zhengdao heard this, his brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

This time.

There was a chatter outside the carriage.

"Did you hear that? The sacrificial wine of the Guozijian, our famous Confucian Cheng Zhengdao, actually has that kind of hobby."

"Who else in the entire Chang'an doesn't know about this, it's just ...... Moral decay!"

"I've long heard that some scholars like to raise scholars, but I didn't expect that the dignified Guozi priest wine would also ...... Hey......"

"This country's sacrificial wine is not a good thing in the first place, and it is expected that this kind of thing will happen."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I heard that the prince of the country was strongly opposed to various newspapers and scripts, and once wrote to the imperial court three times and twice, demanding the banning of "The Legend of the Shooting Heroes", "The Romance of the Fengshen", "The Legend of Xu Xian", and "The Legend of the West Chamber".

In addition, he also has a lot of criticism about the current saint and the prime minister, thinking that the saint and the prime minister do not know how to educate the people.

Opening workshops, recruiting craftsmen, mining mines, and creating tax institutes are all bribing the people, not a long-term strategy for governing the country......

Moreover, I have also heard that before Fang Xiang set out on the expedition, he planned to build a number of new academies in Chang'an to study for the children of the poor people without charging any money!

What a good thing! But when the priest heard about it, he actually played five times in a row to oppose it!

What a good thing a person can do such a thing!"

In the carriage.

Cheng Zhengdao heard the discussion of passers-by, and his heart instantly became cold.

He didn't expect it anyway.

In just one day, that article has spread throughout Chang'an.

Now, it is not only him who is disgraced, but also the Guozijian and even the entire imperial court!

Besides.

There are also examples of the country priest wine listed by the passer-by who is not a good thing.

It's all real stuff.

It is human nature that these things are known to the princes of the court.

However, any passer-by on the street spoke in such detail that he couldn't help but wonder if anyone was spreading the news.

And.

In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with his claim.

Every piece of music is carefully polished, every sentence is carefully considered, and every argument is justified.

But when it comes to the mouths of passers-by, there are only conclusions, and there are no reasons, and they become unrecognizable......

"Who is it that frames the old man like this! This is to put the old man to death!"

This moment.

Even if it is constantly meditating, "Introspection is not guilty, why should the husband be worried".

Cheng Zhengdao still felt a wave of despair.

This time.

The carriage had been repaired and continued to the palace.

Cheng Zhengdao sat in the carriage, constantly recalling the people's discussions, and only felt that every minute and every second was extremely tormenting.

I don't know how long it took.

The carriage finally stopped.

"My lord, it's here."

The coachman's voice sounded, pulling Cheng Zhengdao back to reality from his trance.

Slowly getting out of the carriage, the walking corpse walked towards the palace gate.

"The old man Guozi is the priest of the wine Cheng Zhengdao, I ask to see Your Majesty!"

Cheng Zhengdao stood in front of the palace gate, looked at the guards, and said with a solemn face.

I heard the words "Cheng Zhengdao".

The guards' expressions immediately changed, and they looked Cheng Zhengdao up and down with a very strange look.

This look made Cheng Zhengdao like a man on his back, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Wait, sir, I'll tell you!"

One of the guards saluted and turned to leave.

Minutes and seconds passed.

No

I know how long it has been.

The chief of the guard returned to the palace gate, and said, "Lord Sacrificial Wine, Your Majesty has told you, the court has been busy with affairs these days, and I don't have time to see you, if there is anything, my lord can go back and write a piece of music and send it to the palace."

Hearing this, Cheng Zhengdao was slightly stunned.

Although the wine of the prince of the country is not as good as that of the princes of the imperial court, it also has a certain status in the imperial court, and it is not difficult to meet the saint on weekdays.

Why can't I see Your Majesty today?

Could it be that he has done something recently to offend His Majesty?

That's it.

Cheng Zhengdao suddenly realized something, his eyes widened, revealing disbelief, and he froze in place.

"I see......

By this time.

Even if you are stupid, you can realize it.

What happened to him today is inextricably linked to that exhortation.

The day after the article appeared in the newspaper, the major newspapers invariably published the article "Surprise! Guozi Priest Wine is proficient in this way" as the headline on the front page.

There are only two people in the world who can do this!

One is Fang Xiu, a female cadre who is far away in Yongzhou.

The other is Your Majesty!

The rest of the people, even the Ministry of Rites Shangshu, can't do it.

After all, different newspapers have different forces behind them.

The Daqian monthly magazine has the strong support of the Prime Minister's government.

In addition to the powerful female minister, there is also the supreme son of heaven, and no one can give orders to the newspaper.

"The one who spread rumors and slandered the old man turned out to be Your Majesty......

Guozi Priest Jiu felt that the whole person was greatly impacted, and stood in place in a daze, speechless for a long time.

This time.

A voice was heard from the side.

"Lord Sacrificial Wine, Your Majesty won't see you today, so you better come back early."

The head of the guard looked at Cheng Zhengdao and persuaded him earnestly.

These words pulled Cheng Zhengdao back from his trance.

He raised his eyes to look at the chief of the guard, and his old face showed a determined look, and he said word by word: "The old man can't see His Majesty today, so he will die here!"

When the chief guard heard this, he was not surprised, and after a few seconds of silence, he said leisurely, "In that case, please enter the palace."

"Old man......"

Cheng Zhengdao opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the chief guard loosen his mouth, and the whole person was instantly stunned, and subconsciously said, "Didn't you just say that Your Majesty will not see the old man today?"

The chief of the guard replied, "Your Majesty said that if you are forced to die, you will be allowed to enter the palace."

「......」

Cheng Zhengdao's eyes showed a hint of flickering, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He found that His Majesty had changed and had become unreasonable.

There is no doubt that this is not a good thing for the imperial court.

His brow furrowed slightly, his face sorrowful, and he stepped into the palace.

A moment later.

He came to the outside of the Heart Cultivation Hall and said in a deep voice, "Guozi Priest Cheng Zhengdao, I ask to see Your Majesty!"

"Exactly!"

The empress's cold voice sounded.

Cheng Zhengdao took a deep breath and walked into the hall.

As soon as he stood still, before he could salute, he heard the empress's voice sound again.

"I have already sent someone to check, Cheng Saijiu is not different from ordinary people's hobby, I plan to let the imperial court draw up a document in a few days to inform the world of this matter, in order to quell the rumors, what does Cheng Saijiu think?"