Du Lingsuo, Du Lingju, more than one hectare of thin fields are planted.

In March, there was no rain and dry wind, and the wheat seedlings were not showy and died yellow.

Frost falls in September and early cold in autumn, and the ears are green and dry before they are ripe.

The chief knew that he would not apply for it, and he was in a hurry to solicit the examination.

Dian Sang sells land to pay official rent, what will be the food and clothing next year?

Strip me of silk and take the corn from my mouth.

The cruelty of human beings is the jackal, why should they hook their claws and saw their teeth to eat human flesh?

I don't know who plays the emperor, and the emperor knows the disadvantages of others.

The white linen paper is written with Deyin, and Gyeonggi will put this year's tax as much as possible.

Yesterday, Xu Fang arrived at the door, holding a list of villages.

Nine of the ten families have completed their taxes, and they have been exempted from the grace of my monarch.

……

Zhou Lang took the pen and wrote a poem on the paper with a smile.

This is a famous poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Saint Du Fu.

In less than 200 words, the psalm writes about the situation of the people at that time!

The reason why I thought of this poem was just a conversation between Zhou Lang and Mr. Bookkeeper just now.

Let him understand that after the fiefdom food was hit by a natural disaster last year.

The burden on the people!

Zhou Lang chose this poem because it expressed Du Fu's appreciation for His Majesty the Emperor.

I don't know who plays the emperor, and the emperor knows the disadvantages of others.

The white linen paper is written with Deyin, and Gyeonggi will put this year's tax as much as possible.

Yesterday, Xu Fang arrived at the door, holding a list of villages.

Nine of the ten families have completed their taxes, and they have been exempted from the grace of my monarch.

……

The second half of the poems alone are all poems that pat the emperor's ass.

Meaning, someone who reported it to the emperor.

The emperor had compassion in his heart and understood the plight of the people.

On the white linen paper is written the edict of Schoenbud, all of which are exempt from this year's tax.

Yesterday, the lieutenant came to the door, holding an official document in his hand and posting it in the village.

Nine of the ten families have paid their taxes and have received the favor of our king for tax exemption.

Choosing this poem, Zhou Lang doesn't have to worry about any responsibility.

"Mr. Meng, please forward this poem to the Pavilion Master."

"I hope the Pavilion Master will be satisfied."

Zhou Lang looked at Meng Pu beside him and said with a smile.

"This poem, the son of the world actually only used five steps!"

Meng Pu looked at the poems in front of him, his eyes full of surprise.

Before he came to the county king's mansion, the pavilion lord gave an order.

Let him take Jiang Li'er to the county king's mansion to wait.

It only depends on whether this prince can meet the conditions.

At that time, Meng Pu didn't think so, how could a stupid son be so valued by his master?

Now, he was completely stunned......

"The great talent of the world!"

"This poem is truly a masterpiece."

"Then I'll take the poem with me."

"When I came this time, I left a carriage for the prince outside the door."

Meng Pu smiled and rolled up the poem, bent down and left.

"Shizi, he doesn't want the 47,000 taels of silver?"

Xiao Shunzi asked in surprise.

"What is the identity of the Pavilion Master of the Clear Night Pavilion?"

"How can you be so interested in poetry?"

Zhou Lang did not answer his question.

On the contrary, I am particularly puzzled about what happened last night and today.

The land of the winery, the Oiran out of the pavilion.

The pavilion master actually used the poems of the battlefield as a condition.

There must be a purpose for the cabinet master.

Today, he even sent people to ask for compensation, and he was able to use poetry to pay off his debts!

This pavilion master is really an elegant and interesting guy.

Today's government is the topic......

Not good!

The pavilion master of the Qingye Pavilion, is it an important minister of the imperial court?

Zhou Lang suddenly reacted.

He didn't want to have anything to do with the ministers of the court just yet.

After all, he hadn't figured out the internal situation of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

I don't want to be caught up in a political storm by accident.

Moreover, his father also went out of the mountain to warn him.

Either follow his father to cultivate and become a monk.

Either live happily for the rest of your life and don't care about anything.

Don't get involved in the court!

When Zhou Lang was thinking, Zhou Xiaoshun, who was sending off the guests, came to the door.

"Shizi, that man really left a carriage and left."

"May I ask the prince, what should I do with that carriage?"

Zhou Xiaoshun asked.

"I'll take a look."

Zhou Lang hurriedly walked out of the courtyard until the gate.

Immediately a horse-drawn carriage was seen quietly parked there.

The coachman has gone.

He guessed in his heart that there was a sitting inside.

It must be Jiang Lier.

Holding back the excitement, Zhou Lang hurriedly walked to the carriage.

When I opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised.

A beautiful woman in a red dress and a slender figure.

Holding a lute in his arms, he sat in it with his head bowed and his face flushed.

Long black hair, fair skin.

The Jiang Li'er that Zhou Lang saw now is even more beautiful than last night!

"Concubine Jiang Li'er, meet the prince ......"

Jiang Li'er hurriedly lowered her body and said.

The crisp voice suddenly stirred Zhou Lang's mind.

He stepped forward directly and picked up the beautiful woman with both hands.

The pipa fell to the ground, and the coquettish sounded.

Zhou Lang was under the surprised gaze of a group of guards and Zhou Xiaoshun.

Strode into the gate of the county king's mansion.

hurried all the way straight to the back house......

……

In the north of the imperial city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a magnificent imperial palace.

At this time in the emperor's study.

His Majesty the Emperor, who is nearly sixty years old, is wearing a dark dragon robe.

Gray hair, majestic square face.

The elite gaze in the eyes, no matter which person it is staring at.

will make the other party instantly frightened!

The emperor sat at his desk and looked at the two scrolls of poetry on the table in amazement.

On both sides of the study, several ministers stood quietly.

"Wen Aiqing, are you sure this is a poem written by the seventeenth brother?"

The Emperor asked incredulously.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"The first song to break the formation is the ink treasure left by the prince in the backyard of the Qingye Pavilion last night."

"The minister doesn't dare to be careless, and he will send someone to test it again this morning."

"This is the second Du Lingsu."

Nei Shi Ling Wen Yu replied.

And he is the pavilion master of the Qingye Pavilion!

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the government was divided into three core institutions: Zhongshu Province, Menxia Province, and Inner History Province.

The province of Zhongshu oversees the implementation of six ministries and government decrees.

The ministry is responsible for the review of government decrees and the impeachment of officials.

The Ministry of Internal History was the emperor's staff department, which specialized in advising the emperor.

The three major departments supervised each other to ensure the stability of the imperial situation.

"I didn't expect the son of the seventeenth brother."

"There is still such a literary style!"

"How come I've never heard of it?"

The Emperor looked at one of the ministers on his left.

This person is none other than Shangshu Right Ling Lynn of Shangshu Province.

At the same time, he also serves as the priest of the country.

He was only responsible for teaching the children of princes and nobles.

That is, one of Zhou Lang's teachers in Guozijian.

Lynn is in her fifties this year, and she is a great Confucian in the literary world.

It's just that his personality is relatively upright, and it's very easy to offend his colleagues.

But he won the trust of the emperor and was an indispensable minister of the humerus beside the emperor.

"Your Majesty, Zhou Lang, the prince of Linping County."

"I'm afraid it's not as smart as Your Majesty and Lord Wen imagined."

"He entered the Guozijian at the age of ten and has been under the care of the old ministers."

"He has a stupid personality, and when he is in trouble, he panics and is helpless."

"I can't write such a peerless poem!"

"The old minister suspects that there is a master in the county king's mansion who helped him prepare poems."

Lynn shook her head and said.