"Wang Wei, I heard that your poems are good. Look at this majestic Zhongnan Mountain, do you have a masterpiece? ”

Li Longji didn't pay attention to Zhang Jiuling, who was in a stupor, but pointed to a snow-capped mountain peak in front of him, and asked a middle-aged scribe beside him who didn't seem to have much energy.

In Fang Chongyong's previous life, Wang Wei was a famous poet in history.

But at this time, although he was famous in Luoyang, Chang'an, his career was not smooth, and before last year, he was in a semi-idle state. In order to re-emerge, he had to write poems to Zhang Jiuling to seek office.

Although Wang Wei is a talent, he has no spirit now, even if he follows the Son of Heaven on patrol, he does not see any joy.

"Taiyi is close to the sky, and even the mountains are connected to the sea.

The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing.

The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different.

If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water. ”

Wang Wei looked at the mountains in the distance and chanted directly.

This poem is an amazing time!

Seven steps to poetry? Live creation?

How is it possible, the seven-step poem still has to go seven steps, where is it possible to blurt out like Wang Wei?

This was written by Wang Wei two days in advance after Zhang Jiuling told him that Li Longji was going to take hundreds of officials on a trip to Zhongnanshan! He actually didn't want to take it out and give it to Li Longji at all, but behind him was not a person, but a family.

A lot of bad things are not something he can do if he doesn't want to. If you can't grasp the opportunity, it will not only be Li Longji who will be offended, but also Zhang Jiuling, who will promote you!

"Good poetry!"

Li Longji applauded, but what he said came from the heart and was not false at all. As the Son of Heaven, there is no need for him to compliment Wang Wei.

Wang Wei bowed to Li Longji and said, "The saint praised it falsely. ”

"Good poetry indeed, you don't have to be humble."

Li Longji looked at Wang Wei with emotion, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Her sister Princess Yuzhen is very fond of Wang Wei, but ...... There is no fate. The main reason why Wang Wei was demoted from Beijing official was also because Li Longji wanted to vent his anger to his sister.

Wang Wei went back to his hometown to get married without saying hello, it makes no sense!

Now that the anger is over, there is no need to hold on to it all the time, even Princess Yuzhen doesn't care about this paragraph anymore, Li Longji feels that it is time to put an end to this matter.

Princess Yuzhen has already given birth to two sons to a certain man! There is really no need to hold on to Wang Wei.

"Now that the border town needs talents, why don't you go to the Liangzhou Hexi Jiedu Shogunate and become a supervising imperial history and a judge of the festival."

Li Longji sighed and said, he secretly thought in his heart, this is the end of his sister's bad relationship.

This appointment can hardly be said to be a promotion or a derogation.

Just as Fang Chongyong's scumbag father Fang Youde served as the supervisor of the imperial history before, in fact, this is also an example of some people in the court who don't like to see him, afraid that he will exert his strength as a close minister of the Son of Heaven and expelle him from the court.

Going to the Jiedu envoy to supervise the imperial history and the judge of the Jiedu is actually the emperor who installed the central airborne officials in the feudal town, and the main purpose is to check the account books to see if the Jiedu envoy has any fake public and private interests.

This position may seem weighty, but it is not. It is one thing to have a position and to be dispatched, but whether or not you can play a role is another matter. Officials parachuted in by the central authorities do not understand the local people's situation and want to rashly meddle in government affairs, but they are bound to meet with strong resistance and backlash.

Not to mention that this person will also be firmly controlled by the cronies of the festival.

This kind of work is really not something that a great poet and writer who can only write poetry can do well. To put it bluntly, Li Longji also knows the truth, and this is to let Wang Wei go to the border town to touch the fish, which means it.

During the Kaiyuan period, the central government of the Tang Dynasty still had a very strict control over the Jiedu envoys, and although the military rations had been entrusted to the localities, the weapons and financial silks were still controlled by the center. This control is systematic and will not be subverted by the absence of one or two mid-level Ombudsmans.

Of course, in the final analysis, Wang Wei's talent only lies in poetry, and there are not many amazing and brilliant achievements left in politics, and he can make a living when he goes there.

Wang Wei went to Hexi Domain Town as an official, in fact, it may be that Li Longji didn't want to see him anymore and kicked him away with the method of "promotion and external transfer", and by the way, Wang Wei's promotion path was also blocked.

As for what the real reason is, then who knows?

"Thank you for the grace of the saints."

Wang Wei had no sadness or joy on his face, and bowed down. It seems respectful, but in fact it is alienating.

"Zhang Xianggong, what do you think of my appointment?"

Li Longji asked Zhang Jiuling meaningfully, and when he brought Wang Wei back to Chang'an from Luoyang and appointed him as a Beijing official, Zhang Jiuling also recommended him.

"The saint made a decision, and Weichen had no objection."

Zhang Jiuling bowed and saluted, his brows furrowed slightly. He always felt as if something was wrong, and he couldn't quite say it. Li Longji's words and deeds are different from those of ordinary people.

"It's going to be the Shangyuan Festival soon, and this year's Shangyuan Festival must be handled well."

After Li Longji finished saying this, he saw Chen Xuanli, one of the generals of the Northern Ya Forbidden Army, who was "flying left and right", coming over and muttering something in Li Longji's ear, and then retreated to the side and waited for the dispatch.

The left and right flying horses are Li Longji's personal guards, in the Kaiyuan period, the Nanya forbidden army, which was closely related to the foreign dynasties, has declined, and Li Longji's old minister Chen Xuanli has sprung up, and his authority is becoming more and more important. At the beginning, Li Longji also asked Fang Youde if he was willing to serve as the commander of the flying cavalry, but Fang Youde refused.

"Go back to the palace."

Li Longji coldly spit out two words from his mouth, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

……

The Son of Heaven came with hundreds of officials to enjoy himself, and the trip to Zhongnan Mountain, which he hurriedly returned, became a joke that all ministers did not dare to laugh at.

This kind of seemingly inexplicable thing, of course, Fang Chongyong and Zheng Shuqing and his party could not know. They were hurrying through the Nanyang Basin, turning west to Neixiang County, preparing to return to Chang'an via Wuguan Road.

However, when they came to Neixiang County, they found that there was no post house here!

You know, here is the entrance of the "Shangshan Road" that must be passed through the Wuguan, about the Shangshan Road, the Tang Dynasty poet Jia Dao has a poem to describe the steepness here as "a mountain is not exhausted, a mountain is welcome, and there is no half a mile flat in a hundred miles".

It's full of mountain roads, and it's uneven and densely vegetated! Every time people travel, they grit their teeth and walk more than 100 miles of mountain roads, and the taste is really who walks.

Because the road is not good, you can't ride a horse, and you can't use a carriage, so the government simply lies down, and there is no post station. Walking through this hundred miles of mountain road, it is a dense post station that stretches all the way to Lantian!

It's a bit like a carp jumping over the dragon gate.

The posture of the imperial court seems to be saying: Anyway, it's a shortcut, love to walk, don't go! I want to wait at the station, but there is no door!

Uncle Zheng Qingguan's hypocrisy attacked, walking more than 100 miles of mountain roads, what if he was tired and sick?

He is a man who wants to enter Chang'an to take charge of the imperial court accounts! The court is waiting for him to come to his rescue! There are many falls in climbing and walking, and those who don't know think they are fleeing!

So Zheng Shuqing waved his hand and chose to take a carriage rented from the county directly, go north from Nanyang to Luoyang, the eastern capital, and then make a detour to the official boat at the water post in Shaanzhou, and finally follow the official ship directly to Chang'an by water.

This is also the most important official road to Chang'an, not only the road is flat, but you can also take a carriage all the way.

The problem is that the waterway from Luoyang to Chang'an does not seem to be very easy to walk.

But Zheng Shuqing, who is like an arrow, thinks that it is faster to take the waterway, at most in Shaanzhou, the Yellow River is a little more turbulent and a little more dangerous...... It's a big deal to turn to the land when the time comes.

It's impossible to walk anyway!

As a result, after they arrived in Shaanzhou, it didn't take long for the Yellow River Lingxun to come. The group saw that the river water was mixed with broken ice rushing upstream, not to mention the small ones, but the relatively large ice blocks were enough to capsize and sink ordinary boats, and the dead capsized.

They were delayed for a while at the post station in Shaanzhou, and Zheng Shuqing complained there that they should have taken Wuguan Road. Of course, that's all for later.

After a long journey, on the day of the Shangyuan Festival, they went north from Nanyang to Luoyang and then took a carriage to Shaanzhou, where they rested at the Gantang Station outside the county. After a long time of tiring travel, not only Fang Chongyong and Fang Laique, who were children, and Zheng Shuqing, who was an official who did not give birth, but even Yan Zhuang, who had to go home to plough the fields on weekdays, was also half tired to death.

Only Ah Duan, who is used to running in the mountains, doesn't feel it at all, and even panics.

This journey was extremely painful, but they couldn't help but listen to Zheng Shuqing.

is not only because Zheng Shuqing is an adult, Fang Chongyong is still a child, but there is also a factor that cannot be ignored: Zheng Shuqing has customs clearance documents from the government and official identity certificates.

Before Zheng Shuqing returned to Chang'an to report on his work, he was still the nominal "Kuizhou Assassin History". This identity, during travel, is very easy to use, you can enjoy the convenience brought by the post station unscrupulously, and you don't have to spend money.

Fang Chongyong, whose soul comes from modern times, has naturally seen any big scene, and it doesn't matter. But Yan Zhuang, a small official who is rolling around at the grassroots level, can be regarded as seeing the "front guards" of those post station guards in front of him, and the "back gong" in front of Zheng Shuqing.

This gave him a huge blow to his self-esteem.

In Datang, if you don't have power, it's nothing!

This prosperous world is only for some people, you can play with them if you have power, without power, this prosperous world does not belong to you!

On the dusk of the Shangyuan Festival, Zheng Shuqing and his entourage came to the bank of the Yellow River, on one side the post station behind them began to put up lights to celebrate the festival, and on the other hand, the Yellow River in front of them was frozen, everything was silent, and the two formed a strong contrast under the sunset, as if they were standing on the border between life and death.

Except for people like Fang Laique and Ah Duan who didn't need to think about anything, Zheng Shuqing and the others all had their own thoughts, and they didn't have the heart to enjoy the moon by the river.

So everyone returned to the lobby of the post station and formed a table, poured red lotus spring, and asked the post guard to bring the roasted Yellow River carp, and chatted while drinking.

This carp was caught by the surrounding farmers by digging the ice surface of the Yellow River, and the price is very high. Even if it's in the post station, you can't get it if you don't give money. Shaanzhou is not far from Chang'an, and the post station here has ushered in a lot of dignitaries and nobles, Zheng Shuqing's assassination status is not very useful, and he can't "prostitute for nothing" to exceed the good dishes customized by officials.

Of course, if Zhang Jiuling or Li Linfu came, it would naturally be a different situation.

"Brother Yan is from Hebei, listening to your words, it seems that Hebei people have a lot of complaints about the imperial court, I don't know why?"

Fang Chongyong asked while rubbing his hands while eating carp.

This Yellow River carp is very local flavored, rough and delicious, and the taste is a bit heavy, not as delicate as Zheng Shuqing's "Chang'an cuisine".

It's just that the ingredients are fresh.

Yan Zhuang glanced at Zheng Shuqing, and the former Assassin Shi sighed and said, "If you don't leave this room, it doesn't hurt to say it." The mouth of the people is more important than the defense of Sichuan, even if we don't say it, there are many people in the world who will say it. ”

Hearing this, Yan Zhuang nodded and said: "In the first year of Long Live Wuzhou Tongtian (696 AD), Li Quanzhong, the leader of the Khitan tribe in Yingzhou, and Sun Wanrong (both Han names), dissatisfied with the abuse of Zhao Wenhui, the governor of Yingzhou in Wuzhou, directly killed Zhao Wenhui and led the army to Hebei.

Li Qianzhong and Sun Wanrong did not expect that their fight for their lives would trigger a spontaneous follower of more than 100,000 people in Hebei, and their troops would soon swell from a few thousand to tens of thousands.

With the help of the Turks, it took more than a year for the Wu Zhou army to wipe out this "invasion", and even the famous general Wang Xiaojie was killed.

Since the losses are so great, the army of Wu Zhou, after exterminating the "invasion" of Li Quanzhong and Sun Wanrong, the imperial court naturally has to start settling accounts after the autumn.

So Wu Yizong, the king of Wuzhou and Hanoi, who was in charge of "counterinsurgency", went to the imperial court and proposed to kill Li Quanzhong and Sun Wanrong, as well as the hundreds of thousands of people who participated in the "invasion of Hebei".

Although Di Renjie and others tried their best to stop it, and the imperial court did not give such an order...... But Wu Yizong did not relent, the people of Hebei, countless dead and wounded, all those who were forced to flee from thieves were regarded as rebels and directly executed, so that many places in Hebei were empty.

This is only more than 30 years ago, and there is no need to mention the earlier ones, there is no need to count. ”

Yan Zhuang drank all the red lotus spring in the wine glass, and said with red eyes and self-deprecation: "I am a son of a poor family in Hebei, if I don't have the support of nobles, I won't be able to drink this red lotus spring for the rest of my life." This kind of fine wine is only qualified to be enjoyed by a big man like Zheng Yuanjun. ”

Fang Chongyong nodded slightly, looked at Zheng Shuqing and asked, "These are all true?" ”

Zheng Shuqing hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed, nodded slightly, and said, "The details may be different, and they are generally not bad." ”

He was an official of the imperial court, and he couldn't say a lot of things too clearly. What are the facts, in fact, there are many people who experienced that incident back then, many of them are still alive, what can't be said?

After listening to Yan Zhuang's introduction, Fang Chongyong felt that the Yingzhou Rebellion during the Wuzhou Dynasty looked like a "simplified version" of the Anshi Rebellion.

Merely:

At that time, the land annexation had not completely destroyed the foundation of the government army, and the imperial court's control over the army was still very strong.

At that time, except for Hebei, other places in the world were generally stable, taxes were relatively light, and private savings were also a lot.

At that time, the population of Chang'an had not swelled to the point it is today, and the importance of the canal was not as urgent as it is today.

At that time, the imperial army was handled properly, and there was no such comical operation as Li Longji in the Anshi Rebellion.

It's just that the Yingzhou Rebellion has always had a particularly strong sloppy smell like the Anshi Rebellion, all of which were rebellions in Hebei border towns, and the people of Hebei were attached to them, and they grew like snowballs!

From the Yingzhou Rebellion to Pei Yaoqing's seven million stone grains, most of which went out of Hebei, these things are just the tip of the iceberg. Hebei people's hatred for Tang Ting is deeply rooted in the bone marrow and has been passed down from generation to generation, becoming deeper and deeper year by year.

Hebei and the imperial court are disgusted with each other, which is already the best ending now. And Li Longji and the imperial court are still thinking of desperately squeezing Hebei, and it is only strange if nothing happens!

"Zheng Yuanjun will be Duzhilang in the future, but he should collect less taxes from Hebei."

Fang Chongyong smiled helplessly.

"Are you stupid? Du Zhilang only cares about how to use the taxes of the imperial court, and how to collect those taxes, and I don't have the final say. Besides, I'm not a Dushiro yet! You might as well say it to the saints. ”

Zheng Shuqing couldn't help but sneer.