In Chang'an in the middle of April, the sun is warm, the summer cicadas that have lost their heavy shells climb the treetops and hiss, the dignified sun shines on the eaves of the palace, and the civil and military forces waiting to be summoned stand outside the Wenzhao Palace, and the emperor's voice comes from the palace door in front.

"Get out!"

“...... Let the people in the ministry give me a good reason, if I see the obscenity of the Wei and Jin dynasties, even if I arrest beggars to be officials in this hall, I don't need those unmasculine scholars!!"

The voice came out of the hall, and the civil and military who were waiting to be summoned watched the servant of the ministry withdraw in embarrassment with the paperwork, glanced at this side, and ran down the stone steps in a gray manner, and after a while, a eunuch walked out of the palace door, shook off the dust, pinched the orchid finger, and smiled flatteringly facing this side.

"The Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Your Majesty called you two. ”

Standing there, the two wiped the sweat stains on their foreheads, hurriedly moved to the palace door in small steps, lifted their robes and entered the hall, and lowered their faces and did not dare to look at the figure above the golden steps.

"Your Majesty. ”

"Okay, don't talk about this, today is not an early dynasty, I will ask you directly. ”

On the golden steps covered with the red carpet, the figure sitting behind the dragon case, reviewing the folds, swinging in the bead curtain, occasionally raised his eyes to cast the two people below, and said casually: "What is the progress of the canal? I want you to tell the truth, and don't prevaricate me with some high-sounding words." ”

"Your Majesty. Among the two below, Cao Jinfang, the secretary of the Ministry of Works, took half a step forward and arched his hand: "All sections of construction are carried out in an orderly manner, if it is not bad, it will be completed in five years, but it is just ......."

"Just what?" Yang Guang stopped the tip of his pen and raised his face.

"Recently, it has been rumored in some places that the river canal was dug by King Yu back then, and we mortals cannot change it...... And ......" The Ministry of Industry Shangshu carefully raised his gaze, hesitated for a moment, saw a pair of majestic eyes looking at him, and hurriedly continued:

"Families from all over the world, because His Majesty has recruited too many young and strong people, so that no one cultivates the fertile land in the land, and many places are deserted, and they are very dissatisfied. ”

Syllable.....

The royal pen was thrown away and rolled on the table, and a string of ink was shaken? Yang Guang's cheeks bulged twice, and he leaned back in his chair. They only see that we have strengthened the control of the north and the south, but they cannot see the connection between the north and the south? If there is a disaster, the grain from the south to the north will be transferred from the north to the south? I will not see my determination to break the barrier between the north and the south!"

The hand banged a few times on the dragon case, and he stood up with his sleeves flicked up, and walked back and forth, and after a moment, he stopped, and pointed his finger down.

"Don't pay attention to those people, if you want to make trouble, I will deal with it, even if this year's harvest is reduced, it will only shrink clothes and food, and five years will be over?

"Obey the order!"

"Go down!"

Yang Guang flicked his dragon sleeves and waved the Ministry of Industry secretary away? Called another person, it was the Ministry of Civil Affairs Shangshu Fang Jintai? In charge of the overall planning of taxes and expenditures? At this moment, when he heard the emperor's call, he stepped forward, and before he could speak, a guard came over, clamped his arms, took off his official hat, and took off his official robe, causing him to shout in a panic.

"Your Majesty..... Your Majesty...... What's wrong with the minister?"

The emperor who was facing away from the top did not speak, but walked out of the side hall culture, bowed his hand to the emperor, and walked with a smile, "The book of the Ministry of Civil Affairs seems to be a little forgotten, so I will remind you?"

As he spoke, he took out a note from his sleeve, handed it over to Fang Jintai, let him see it, and then walked around the side and said.

"If I'm not mistaken, it seems that there is still a difference of 29,000 yuan on the bright side and dark side of the tax at the end of last winter, I don't know what Fang Shangshu has to say?"

Fang Jintai raised his face from the paper, it was full of beads of sweat, staring at Yu Wenhua who looked at the head in front of him, gritting his teeth and about to rush over, he was struggling and yelling by the guards: "Yu Wenhuaji, despicable and shameless!!!, Your Majesty, that Qian Chen has never taken a penny, it is this person who is in debt!"

Yang Guang didn't look at him, raised his hand and waved: "Take it down and lock it up." ”

"Your Majesty!

"Yu Wenhua, Rigoletto!You can't die well!!"

The voice disappeared in the main hall, Yu Wenhua didn't care about these at all, turned around with a smile, and above the golden steps, the emperor's voice sounded, and Yang Guang turned his face and glanced at it coldly.

"You go down too. ”

"Yes. ”

Yu Wenhua hurriedly put away his smile, bowed his head and said, left quickly from the side door, and stood respectfully behind the fence where he could see the main hall, waiting for the emperor to call a minister to inquire about political affairs.

"Father, today my son heard that the Ministry of Civil Affairs Shangshu has been imprisoned?"

The study was lit up, the maid bought tea and withdrew, Yu Wenhua took a sip of tea, glanced at his son who was standing there, and nodded: "I got it for my father." ”

The tall figure approached, the oil lamp shook slightly, Yuwen Chengdu frowned and said in a low voice: "Father does such a thing, how can the son gain a foothold in the court in the future? I am afraid that he will be ridiculed in the army." ”

"Laughing?"

Yu Wenhua looked at his dignified son, couldn't help laughing, reached out and brought the tea he had just put down and placed it in front of him.

"Chengdu, you tilt the cup. ”

Over there, Yuwen Chengdu looked at the cup, and did not hesitate, took the teacup and tilted it, and the tea in it flowed out, flowing all over the back of his hand, wetting the table.

"How?"

Yuwen Chengdu put the teacup back and said sullenly: "Spilled." ”

"Just sprinkle it. ”

Seeing that his son still didn't understand, Yu Wenhua and the smile on his face was even stronger, and he took a silk handkerchief to wipe off the water stains, and explained to his son: "The water must be flat so that it will not be sprinkled, and the same is true for this court, Your Majesty wants to beat these people and let them hurry up with the fortifications, so they need people to sing blackface, and this is the one who sings blackface for the father." ”

Yu Wenhua took back the tea and shook it from his hand, shook the tea leaves, took a sip, and made a comfortable 'tsk'.

"The affairs of the court can't be all good officials, nor can they all be traitorous ministers, only by balancing each other, Your Majesty can drink good tea, do you understand this time?"

"Understood. ”

Looking at his father's leisurely drinking tea, Yuwen Chengdu finally felt a little inappropriate, "If you sing black face, you won't have to carry the black pot in the future, then our whole family will ......"

"So, for my father, I made the world's first martial arts competition in Chang'an, with this head, you can join the army in the future and hold important positions, so won't the family have peace of mind?"

Over the years, the national teacher is not in the court, there is no one who has a knot, Yu Wenhua and can only rely on his own means to plan a future future, if this move is played well, at least it can still be left for a good death, not to mention that this time the first in the world, personally came forward to invite the second disciple of the national teacher Yu Wentuo to sit in charge, even if there is really a master, it can't turn the scene.

No way, who told himself to take this path of riddler.

Sending away his son, Yu Wenhua sat at the desk, sipping tea, squinting his eyes, looking at the dusk sunlight outside the window, as for the construction of the canal, and the national teacher who didn't know where, it didn't have much to do with him.

.........

As the sun sets, the Weishui waves are reflected, and the waves are sparkling.

The national teacher, who has not heard from Chang'an for many years, led the old donkey and walked to the Weishui to stop, and not far away there was a child carrying a boulder grinding sledgehammer standing downstream and pulling open his pants and peeing half a foot away.