The two of them walked out of the gate side by side. Sun Yin suddenly stopped keeping the old man in suspense and whispered, "Jin Lanting and Tang Tieshuang are in cahoots. That's why Xu Gong went to fight the Beiliang cavalry."
The old man was startled at first, then sighed. He looked around and finally gave up. This was indeed not the place for him to teach.
Sun Yin turned and walked away, smiling. "Sir Yao probably doesn't even have a posthumous title. I, Sun Yin, won't add insult to injury and drink Green Ant Wine."
Sun Yin walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and lightly patted his chest. "I have a bow. It's not suitable for me to give it to Sir Yao in public, but keep it in your heart."
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Twenty years later, in the middle of summer, Sun Yin had just become the second Minister of Appointments of the new Liyang Dynasty, a powerful second-rank heavenly official.
One day, someone suddenly came to visit the bustling Sun Manor, claiming to be a disciple of the Yao family. The already busy gatekeeper ignored him. Even when the Sun Manor was about to close its doors in the evening, the travel-worn young man was still unwilling to leave. He had no choice but to mention his grandfather's name. Although the gatekeeper was a slick person born and raised in the capital, he didn't know that there was such a big shot as Yao Baifeng in Liyang's officialdom. Later, he finally remembered that many years ago, there was an old man surnamed Yao in the Imperial College of the previous dynasty who served as the Left Chancellor. However, in the past twenty years, that great Confucian scholar didn't have any poems, books, or articles to spread to the Central Plains. Things had changed with the passage of time. He estimated that he wasn't even as good as a new scholar of the new Hanlin Academy. The gatekeeper gritted his teeth. Seeing that the young man had traveled thousands of miles to the capital and was sent home like this, he thought it was really pitiful. He broke the rules and went to report to the Minister of Appointments.
Minister Shangshu, who was shirtless and enjoying the shade under a shed, jumped up from the recliner. He didn't even have time to put on his boots before he ran to the door of the courtyard. But in the end, he stopped and casually said to the dumbstruck steward, telling him to leave the things behind and that there was no need to receive them. If the young man showed the slightest bit of anger, there was no need to bring the things to the courtyard.
Finally, the steward carefully brought a cloth pouch to the small courtyard.
The minister laughed happily.
Since he was not the descendant of that old man and hoped to use this as a stepping stone in the officialdom, that was good, very good.
In the twilight, two jars of Green Ant Wine that had obviously been sealed for many years were placed on the stone table in the small courtyard. Sun Yin was not willing to open them and drink them.
On the second day of the court assembly, an old man from the previous dynasty who had long been forgotten suddenly became famous.
Yao Baifeng, a Taoist from Beiliang, posthumously known as Wenjie.
Even though he was already an extremely high official, he was still the Minister of Personnel, Sun Yin, who was known for his debauchery. After the court assembly, he walked out of the main hall and stood at the top of the steps for a while. Then he went alone to the side of Imperial Road Street. There was no one around, but Sun Yin still bowed respectfully. This matter quickly became a strange story in the capital.
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For some reason, not only did the Emperor of Li Yang not hold a small court assembly today, but he also returned to the magnificent main hall. Eunuch Song Tanglu of the Ceremony Directorate stood alone outside the door.
The young Emperor stood near the Dragon Throne. The floor of the main hall behind him was paved with gold bricks. Therefore, even though the doors and windows were closed, the main hall did not appear too dark because there was light coming through the window paper.
On both sides of the Dragon Throne were four majestic furnishings: a precious elephant, a luan duan, a red-crowned crane, and an incense burner. Together, they symbolized the eternal stability of the country that countless emperors dreamed of.
The young Emperor walked down the steps and stood in the middle of the main hall. The so-called gold bricks under his feet were actually not made of gold. They were the tribute bricks from the Guangling Manufacturing Bureau, which had the reputation of "silent steps, like jade chimes".
Zhao Zhuan looked up and saw that the pillars of the main hall were made of Nanzhao wood cut from the deep mountains of Nanzhao. In the early years, the Imperial Censor of Li Yang complained that "a thousand people enter the mountains, but half leave the mountains". Later, in the hands of the late Emperor, the pillars of the Emperor of Li Yang's palace were all replaced with the easier to cut Liaodong pine wood.
Zhao Zhuan walked to the front of a pillar and reached out to touch the glorious pillar with the pattern of a golden cloud dragon painted with powder. He whispered, "Father, you have the blue-eyed Zhang Julu, the half-inch tongue Benxi, and the human cat Han Shengxuan. What about me? A dragon robe, a dragon throne, and a main hall? "
"In this world, can't you give me a little more time to work hard? Ten years, no, just five years! I can make Beiliang, Nanjiang, and Beimang disappear! I can make those traitors have no place to stand and let the people of Li Yang enjoy peace forever. "
"Father, I don't trust anyone now. Qi Yanglong, Huan Wen, and Gu Jiantang, Lu Shengxiang, are the young people you deliberately suppressed and left for me to promote. Song Li, Sun Yin, and the others, I don't trust any of them."
"The only one, Chen Wang, is still too young and doesn't have enough prestige. He has no foundation in the Li Yang Army. Even if he is willing to turn the tide, he is powerless."
Zhao Zhuan suddenly retracted his hand. His face was ferocious. He clenched his fist and punched the pillar.
The young emperor gasped for breath. He felt a piercing pain in his hand.
He glared at the pillar and said angrily, "You destroyed the fate of the Zhao Family at the Imperial Astronomer. I only asked two lackeys to make things difficult for you, and you dare to openly send troops to Guangling Path?! How is this different from rebellion?! "
Zhao Zhuan punched the pillar again. This time, the surface of the pillar was stained with blood. "Do you really think that my Li Yang won't dare to fight to the death with Beiliang?!"
The young emperor lay on the floor of the main hall and looked at the golden dragon carved in the middle of the caisson. The dragon's head looked down with a huge pearl in its mouth.
Looking at the huge luminous pearl, the young emperor couldn't help but think of his sister, Princess Sui Zhu, Zhao Fengya.
Princess Sui Zhu of the Zhao Family of Li Yang was dead, but Zhao Fengya was still alive.
This was probably the only thing that the young man of the Xu family of Beiliang had done that Zhao Zhuan didn't hate so much.
The exhausted young emperor closed his eyes and thought of the stupid parrot raised by the empress.
It turned out that the so-called sovereign of the Nine and Five was also a bird in a cage.
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