A team of fast horses came from the west, entered Huayin County, and went straight to the county office.
The leader was a high-spirited young man in a robe. When he got off his horse, he threw a document to the concierge.
"Let Huayin Ling come to see me."
Soon, Wang Ketong received a document. It turned out that the imperial court sent Yang Qixuan, the imperial censor, to investigate the fire in Xiyue Temple. In other words, the right prime minister sent his son-in-law to deal with the aftermath.
He hurried to the lobby of the county office and saw Yang Qixuan leaning on the main seat, his feet in deerskin boots dangling on the case.
"Your Majesty..."
"Bring Li Bai here." Yang Qixuan acted vigorously and neatly.
Wang Ketong then turned around and gave instructions to the officials behind him, while he stayed in the hall and said with an apologetic smile: "Yang Yushi has come all the way, and my subordinates haven't taken care of you yet, so now we have a case."
"It's easy to clean up after finishing the case. It's not complicated." Yang Qixuan waved and asked Wang Ketong to come forward and asked softly: "Is there any stunning beauty in your small county?"
When he left Chang'an Public Office this time, Li Shiniang was not around, and he felt as at ease as a fish heading to the sea, or a bird returning to the forest.
"Yang Yushi, don't worry." Wang Kettong suddenly smiled brightly, like a flower blown by the spring breeze.
He was very well prepared, and when the officials from Chang'an came, they had everything. The important thing was that Yang Qixuan was still willing to have a romantic relationship with him, which meant that he would not be held accountable.
Unexpectedly, such a big case as the Xiyue Temple fire could be put aside so easily.
After a while, Li Bai was brought to the hall.
"The Shixian is here!"
Yang Qixuan then took his feet off the desk, stepped forward, ordered the jailer to untie the shackles, supported Li Bai, and said enthusiastically: "We will talk about official business later. I love Mr. Taibai's poems most in my life, so I have to talk about this first."
Personal friendship. Yang Qixuan, the son-in-law of the right prime minister and the imperial censor, met Mr. Taibai."
Li Bailang laughed and asked: "Which poem of mine does Yang Yushi love?"
Yang Qixuan hesitated for a moment and replied: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground."
After reading a catchy poem, it was regarded as a personal friendship. He stepped aside, asked Li Bai to sit down, and started talking about business matters.
"Mr. Taibai was drinking in Huashan. When he was drunk, he accidentally burned the Xiyue Temple. This matter can be said to be big or small. Your right minister asked the saint to show mercy and exile you to Xizhou. Xizhou is on Jiannan Road, not far from your hometown.
It's not far away, so you should go back to your hometown, and when the saint issues a decree to forgive you, this matter will be over."
At this point, Yang Qixuan added: "I admire Mr. Taibai and begged my father-in-law to achieve such a result."
Li Bai looked confused and said, "But I didn't set the fire."
"Sir, it's just the right time, so just accept it." Yang Qixuan advised: "If no one takes care of it, if this case is investigated, I don't know how many innocent workers will be implicated."
"Yes, the fire in the Xiyue Temple must have been caused by the workers using fire carelessly." Wang Ketong said supportively: "For the sake of these innocent workers, please bear with me, Mr. Taibai."
Both of them were excellent lobbyists. As they spoke, they looked at Li Bai with burning eyes.
Li Bai then smiled casually and asked, "Do you have any wine?"
"have!"
Yang Qixuan was overjoyed, knowing that the errand was done, and said: "Bring the wine quickly, Mr. Taibai and I will get drunk before we rest. Don't worry, sir, we will go to Xizhou and travel around the mountains and rivers. There will be no shortage of wine and meat. Waiting for the saint
If you forgive me, I will recommend you to the court."
Wang Ketong also breathed a sigh of relief and quickly arranged for someone to bring more wine.
When the wine arrived, Yang Qixuan stepped forward to take the jug and said with a smile: "Then how about asking Mr. Taibai to draw the signature?"
Although he kept smiling, he actually looked down on Li Bai in his heart, thinking that he was just a drunken maniac who didn't understand anything about state affairs and only wanted to seek fame and wealth.
Just telling the inside story of the Xiyue Temple incident, Li Bai might not be able to understand it for the rest of his life, and he would be accused of it in a confused way.
"Here comes the pen!"
Li Bai's eyes showed a smile that could see through the world. He stretched out his hand to grab the wine bottle, raised his head and drank.
Over there, Yang Qixuan and Wang Ketong were still ordering the clerks to get pens, inks, paper, and inkstones for drawings, while Li Bai had finished drinking a pot of wine.
"Wine, more wine."
Wang Ketong had no choice but to order people to bring wine again, this time he brought two jars directly.
The clerks in the hall were hurriedly sharpening their ink, while Li Bai was drinking alcohol as if no one was watching, feeling very at ease. After all, Yang Qixuan had said that even being exiled was not a serious crime, so he certainly felt much more relaxed.
"The ink is polished."
"Mr. Taibai, please give me a confession."
"good!"
Li Bai drank the last drop of wine in the flask, took the pen and ink, turned around and saw that he was walking outside the county office.
Yang Qixuan couldn't help but said: "What are you doing?"
Li Bai laughed loudly and said: "Your paper is too small to write down my wildness, Li Taibai!"
He staggered and wanted to write his grave sin on the wall so that everyone in the world would know.
Yang Qixuan knew that these poets and poets liked to write poems on the wall, so he no longer stopped him and motioned to the clerk to follow him holding the inkstone.
Li Bai simply walked out of the county office, filled up the ink with a brush, and spread it freely.
"The rainbow covers the sky, and the empress of philosophy rises to prosperity."
"Kuilong is born at the right time, and Kaiyuan sweeps away the clouds."
"..."
Yang Qixuan came out and looked up at the elegant and lively handwriting. He felt that this poem was not good and not as catchy as Li Bai's other poems.
"What does this poem mean?" he asked in a low voice.
Wang Ketong said: "It means that the saint came out at the right time and swept away the gloomy atmosphere of Wu Zhou Dynasty."
"Understood." Yang Qi declared, "First praise the saint's achievements and bring up the incident of Fengchan Huashan, and then state that he was drunk and burned the Xiyue Temple and caused trouble. If this poem is written like this, it is more useful than a confession."
"Yang Yushi has good views, good views."
While he was talking, many people came over to see the poems written by Shixian.
Yang Qixuan turned his head casually and scanned the crowd with arrogance in his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he saw a familiar figure.
He couldn't help being pleasantly surprised. He hurried a few steps towards the long street and took a closer look. It turned out to be Li Jilan.
For a moment, Yang Qixuan felt that this marriage was a gift from God. It was rare for him to go out without taking Li Shiniang... Then, he turned his eyes away from Li Jilan's happy and angry face, and he followed her affectionate gaze.
, met another more familiar person.
Xue Bai.
"Damn it, wasn't he demoted to Chaozhou? Why is he in Huayin?"
Yang Qixuan couldn't help but mutter to himself in confusion. He looked again, Xue Bai, and behind Li Jilan, Li Tengkong was talking to a beautiful woman. That beautiful woman was really charming...
"Yang Yushi, Yang Yushi."
Wang Ketong called out several times in succession to bring Yang Qixuan back to his senses.
"What is Yang Yushi looking at?"
"The troublemaker is here again." Yang Qixuan muttered, thinking that with Xue Bai here, things must be more complicated than expected.
Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the crowd.
Yang Qixuan turned around and saw that Li Bai was still splashing ink. Nothing major happened, and he didn't know what those people were fussing about.
Wang Ketong looked at the poem written by Li Bai and exclaimed: "This..."
"how?"
"Yang Yushi, look." Wang Ketong raised his hand and pointed.
Yang Qixuan finally managed to see a few lines of poetry that were not quite right in the direction he was pointing.
"To deceive the British master's heart, to slander the sycophant ministers."
"Wandering in the courtyard, sighing at the passing of time."
"Before I wrote a Zhongxuan poem, I shed tears first."
"..."
Ren Yang Qixuan was no longer talented and learned, and he knew that "slander" and "sycophant" were not good words. He couldn't help but get angry and shouted: "Eating dog intestines, are you kidding me? Why don't you take him back?!"
The officers then stepped forward to pull Li Bai away.
Li Bai had already finished one poem. At this time, he was in a mood for poetry and wrote the next one.
These people came to pull him, but he didn't care. He held the brush in his hand and wrote furiously in the air, writing in vain while chanting loudly.
"The Emperor of Qin swept Liuhe, what a majestic sight a tiger looked at."
"The flying sword cuts through the floating clouds, and all the princes come to the west."
Like his previous poem, this poem also begins by praising the emperor's wisdom and martial prowess.
However, with a twist of the pen, the rebellious words were poured out again.
"Seven hundred thousand prisoners will be sentenced to death in Tuli Mountain."
"It is still wise to take the elixir of life, but confusion makes the heart sad."
"..."
"That's enough!" Wang Kettong yelled: "Stop his mouth, stop his mouth! If you want to die, don't come to our Huayin County Office!"
Others could not tell how arrogant Li Bai's poem was, but he was frightened to death when he heard it.
On the surface, this poem talks about Qin Shihuang, his journey from great talent and strategy, to extraordinary achievements, to extravagance and lust, to the point of losing his mind. But is it actually talking about Qin Shihuang? He is criticizing today's saints!
"Gag his mouth! Block it!"
Wang Ketong rushed forward like crazy, stretched out his hand and pressed Li Bai's mouth firmly.
He saw that Li Bai was still smiling, with a kind of lazy but wild joy in his eyes, as if he was mocking a mediocre person like him who bowed his head to serve the powerful.
But no matter what, he finally blocked Li Bai's bad poem.
The next moment, someone was reciting poetry again.
"Xu Fu is carrying Qin Nu. When will the boat return?"
"But under the three springs, there are golden coffins buried in cold ashes."
These lines are the continuation of what Li Bai just recited, saying that Qin Shihuang never saw Xu Fu come back until his death. The first emperor, who was so talented and resourceful, was repeatedly deceived by the alchemists, leaving only a pile of cold ashes, just like today's saints who failed to
Mount Huashan prays for longevity.
The Xiyue Temple was burned down, but there are still people who dare to mock the saint?
Everyone was afraid and kept silent.
Li Bai was stunned for a moment. He was planning to write this poem later, but he hadn't said it yet. He didn't expect anyone to be able to read it out.
He tried his best to turn his head and glance at the person coming, and there was a smile in his eyes. He thought that among the poets in the world, he could be compared with him, and the other person might be one of them. It could be said that his mind was connected.
Wang Kettong continued to cover Li Bai's mouth, and at the same time turned his head to look, and saw a handsome young man pushing aside the crowd and walking over.
"Who is so presumptuous?"
"Xue Bai."
"Get it for me..."
In the middle of Wang Ke's words, he suddenly realized who the person in front of him was.
Of course he had heard of Xue Bai's name.
So, he turned his head and glanced at Yang Qixuan. To his surprise, Yang Yushi, who was originally high-spirited, was in a daze, as if he had not thought about what to do.
"A saint never commits a crime because of his words." Xue Bai said: "Brother Taibai just wrote two poems and asked the magistrate Wang to let him go."
"This was not about writing a poem, it was him who set fire to the Xiyue Temple."
Xue Bai said: "Is there any evidence?"
"When the Xiyue Temple burned down, Li Bai was on Mount Huashan. He was drunk and accidentally burned it..."
"I was also on Huashan Mountain at that time, traveling with Brother Taibai. So, maybe it was me who burned it?"
Yang Qixuan was greatly surprised when he heard this. He took a deep look at Xue Bai and his thoughts changed.
It would actually be a good idea to blame Xue Bai for this matter.
"Xue Bai! If you don't go to Haiyang County to take office, what will you do in Huayin County?"
"On my way to take office, I was chased by people sent by An Lushan and took refuge here temporarily."
"Nonsense." Yang Qixuan showed off his official authority and said: "You think Haiyang is remote and evade your duties, and you may be related to the fire in Xiyue Temple. Someone comes and takes it down!"
The officers had just moved here, but the Diao brothers behind Xue Bai had already taken two steps forward to demonstrate.
The next moment, it was Li Tengkong who stood up and said, "Mr. Xue Lang and Mr. Taibai are all unjust. I know who did it. We have seen the arsonist."
Yang Qixuan was startled and quickly stopped her words and said, "Let's talk about it in the hall."
He already felt a little bit in trouble.
It was indeed a brilliant idea to blame Xue Bai for the fire in the Xiyue Temple. However, the right prime minister actually did not want to pursue the matter and ordered the matter to be settled as quickly as possible.
At this time, Xue Bai takes the initiative to stand up. Who knows what back-ups he has?
On the way back to the lobby of the county office, Yang Qixuan thought about it and was not confident in taking down Xue Bai. Finally, he waved and said, "Xue Bai, I have something to ask you."
"good."
The two walked to the flower hall. Yang Qixuan glanced at the doors and windows and complained: "Why are you everywhere?"
"Because I see crises and never avoid them?"
"Don't put gold on your face." Yang Qi preached: "You burned down the Xiyue Temple, you are dead."
"We all know who burned it, don't we?"
Yang Qixuan was startled by Xue Bai's words and glanced at him suspiciously, "You..."
"If you blame me or Li Bai, we won't admit it. You have also seen the poem today, 'The trick of kindness and neglect of sycophants.' Li Bai has offended Ge Nu. If this matter gets bigger, Ge Nu deliberately framed it."
The frame-up, with Li Bai’s reputation, will soon spread throughout the world, and with Li Bai’s poetic talent, there will be more satirical poems passed down to future generations.”
Xue Bai said and added another sentence.
"By the way, me too, my reputation is not small."
"What do you mean?" Yang Qixuan couldn't help but get angry.
"Try going against me, what will happen?"
"Threaten me?" Yang Qixuan said, "I tell you, you have made the saint and the right minister very unhappy now, and you are really going to die miserably."
"But before that, you have made a mess of what your right minister told you. Maybe we can go to Chaozhou together?"
Yang Qixuan laughed angrily.
He will not be demoted like Xue Bai, he knows how to protect himself best.
Xue Bai immediately saw the avoidance in his eyes, took a step forward, and asked: "Have you ever imagined the situation where Li Bai does not plead guilty? Tell me, who else can take the responsibility?"
~~
An urgent letter was delivered to Chang'an City by a fast horse seven hundred miles away.
Li Xiu looked at the letter and handed it to Li Linfu.
"Master, Yang Qixuan said that Xue Bai did not go to his post, but traveled to Mount Huashan with Li Bai and was on the spot when the fire broke out. Do you want to use this incident to punish him?"
"Punish him?"
Li Linfu placed a wrinkled hand on the inscriptions placed on the desk. It was news from Nanzhao, and it contained dozens of volumes.
On the other side of the desk is an edict he drafted for the saint, which states that the sealing of Huashan Mountains will be suspended.
"At this time of year, there is no need to argue with that Shuzi." Li Linfu said slowly, "The sage knew in his heart that he was not the one who started the fire. This time, he really just ran to Huashan to avoid disaster."
"It is believed that he and Li Bai wrote poems to satirize the saints."
"That's exactly what it is, and we can't make it public." Li Linfu had to take a breath and handed over the drafted edict sluggishly, "Show it to the saint."
"Here."
"Get this matter settled as soon as possible. There will be a lot more to do in the future."
"Here."
Li Xiu received the order and looked back before exiting the hall, only to see that the maid had pulled up the curtain for Li Linfu to rest.
It was like a fig leaf covering the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty.
~~
"Found out!"
Yang Qixuan spread out a confession, looked at the people in the hall, and read it out.
"In the third year of Tianbao, Li Bai passed through Huayin County and rode a donkey against Wang Ketong, the king of Huayin. He insulted Wang Ketong with wild words."
Today was a public trial, and the people watching couldn't help but whisper after hearing this. Most of them had heard this story, and they even told it.
Because they were dissatisfied with the county magistrate's corruption and perversion of the law, people used the quarrel between the great poet Li Bai and the county magistrate to make up a vivid story about Li Bai reprimanding the county magistrate. Unexpectedly, it really came in handy today.
"Wang Ketong had a grudge against Li Bai. When he learned that Li Bai was staying overnight in Huashan, he sent people to kill him and accidentally set fire to the Xiyue Temple... Someone came and took him to prison to wait for the court to punish him!"
When Yang Qi finished his speech, someone outside the hall cheered.
Wang Ketong fell to the ground in despair, thinking that these cheering people were the entrustments brought by Yang Qixuan. He should not lose the support of the people to this extent when he governs a county.
Of course he was wronged, but after all he could not withstand Yang Qixuan's coercion and inducement. He was already guilty of the fire in the Xiyue Temple. If he did not plead guilty, he would offend the Right Prime Minister's Office. If he confessed, Yang Qixuan agreed and would only demote him to
Chaozhou will be pardoned next year.
To serve these powerful people, I have to bow my head.
Yang Qixuan watched Wang Kettong being dragged down obediently, and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the case was finally settled.
He called his confidants and whispered: "Now that he has admitted his crime, let him hang himself."
Wang Ketong was not like Li Bai. Xue Bai had a reputation and was just trying to curry favor with the powerful and powerful people. Now that he was removed, he had no worries at all.
"Here."
Half a day later, a body was dragged out of the cell.
"The Huayin Order accidentally burned the Xiyue Temple and was so ashamed that he committed suicide."
Fortunately, Wang Ke was also an official, Zhou Quan, and had prepared several fine coffins for the ceremony.
"Give him a good coffin." Yang Qixuan murmured, "It won't be needed anyway."
Just two days later, an edict was issued to the world.
"Although the people are safe today, they are still waiting for the celebration of a good harvest; the frontiers are quiet, but there is still work to do. Kuang is ashamed of Long Zhou, and dares to follow Shun? In the past, he was forced to ask thousands of people, and it was difficult to disobey many
The heart of a scholar is bound to Mount Tai in the east. Now that we are vigilant, how can we talk about Songhua? Since I have been ashamed of my love, even though I borrowed the help of ministers to share the prosperity of the common people, I will always be meager, how can I overcome it? Since the spring, I have been worried about the rain for a long time, and I have been enfeoffed.
I tell you that my love has not faded, so the title of Xiyue should be stopped."
"..."
That day, it rained again. The rain poured on the ruins on the top of Huashan Mountain and took away the ashes.
Huashan is still the same Huashan, standing there majestically, as if shaking its shoulders can shake off the temples built by mortals on it. The so-called emperors and saints are nothing more than ants to it.
In any case, a grand Zen ceremony ended hastily.
~~
On the same day, Lao Liang also rushed to Huayin and handed a small box into Xue Bai's hand.
"Lang Jun, Daochang Li asked, does the elixir you want to refine look like this?"
There was a small porcelain bottle in the box. Xue Bai poured out the powder from the porcelain bottle, rubbed it in his hands, smelled it, and went to the courtyard to cut a small bamboo tube to try, and it made a small "bang" sound.
"The ratio is not right yet, but the materials are right, let's continue practicing."
"Here."
"The Huashan incident is over, take everyone back."
"Here."
Lao Liang responded, grinned, and said: "Lang Jun has done it again. Even I heard that the saint stopped sealing Huashan."
Xue Bai nodded, patted Lao Liang on the shoulder, and said nothing.
After meeting Lao Liang, he walked out of the house, raised his head and glanced at the towering Huashan Mountain again, thinking that it would be difficult to find a better opportunity to assassinate Li Longji...
~~
"Brother Taibai originally planned to go to Chang'an to look for me this time, but he wanted to be appointed as an official in the Journalist Academy?"
"No."
Li Bai raised his head, twirled his beard and thought, letting the wind blow his loose robe, and said: "If I become an official, I will aim at Dading in Huan District, Qingyi in Hai County, An Sheji, and Li Yuan."
What he meant at the moment was that he actually looked down upon the small official position in the newspaper publishing house.
If you say he is arrogant, he has really been a member of the Imperial Academy.
Xue Bai smiled bitterly and said, "I cannot recommend Brother Taibai as prime minister."
"yes."
Li Bai was also thinking, why did he come to Chang'an when he knew that Xue Bai was only a minor official?
After a moment, he laughed loudly.
"That's all, what if I don't serve as an official when I come to the west this time? I drank wine and poems with Xue Lang, visited Huashan Mountain, and even ridiculed the vulgar officials. It's quite a pleasure and a worthwhile trip."
After that, he had figured it out, waved his hand to say goodbye to Xue Bai, and planned to go to Ruzhou to visit his friend Yuan Danqiu.
It wasn't because of anything else, he just missed Yuan Danqiu.
If faced with others, Xue Bai would stay and try to find ways to put the other person's talents to use, but when it came to Li Bai, he felt that no one could restrain Li Bai.
So Xue Bai just raised his hands and cupped his fists, saying: "See you later."
Li Bai waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the car where Zong Duojun was, chanting poems casually as he walked.
"Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng."
"We are separated from each other here, but we can conquer thousands of miles alone."
"The thoughts of wandering in the clouds, the feelings of old friends in the setting sun."
"Wave your hands and go away, Xiaoxiao class horse roared."
After reciting a poem, the person has already left.
~~
A few days later, Li Bai and his wife arrived in Ruzhou and met his close friend Yuan Danqiu.
Yuan Danqiu was a Taoist and a true hermit.
In the Tang Dynasty, many people wanted to seek career advancement and would go to live in seclusion in the mountains of Mingchuan, and then serve as officials when they became famous. However, Yuan Danqiu was not interested in these mundane things and lived a life like a wandering cloud and wild crane.
But this time when they met, Li Bai found that there was something different about Yuan Danqiu.
Occasionally speaking about Nanzhao and the matter of Fengchan Huashan, Yuan Danqiu could make a few comments casually.
"Dan Qiuzi also knows the world's major events?" Li Bai asked, pouring a glass of wine: "Aren't you willing to live in seclusion?"
"Although a poor Taoist doesn't go out, he knows everything about the world. He just reads newspapers."
Yuan Danqiu said, stroking his wide sleeves and pointing towards the book shelf.
Li Bai looked around and saw that there were many rolls of paper on the shelf, but they were newspapers that had become popular in recent years. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "You, a mountain dweller, don't know that newspapers should be laid flat."
"I'm used to it." Yuan Danqiu said, "First tell me how you got here."
"I did get to know a wonderful person this time, but I don't know where to start boasting about him."
At this moment, a little Taoist boy hurriedly ran over and said: "Master, yesterday's "Dongdu Wenbao" has been brought."
"There's no rush, I'll have a drink with Taibai first when I'm my teacher."
"But there is a poem by Mr. Taibai in the newspaper."
"Oh?" Yuan Danqiu said, "Bring it here and let me have a look."
Li Bai drank the wine and said with a smile: "That's what I was about to say. Xue Bai and I wrote a poem over a glass of wine at Lantian Station, and we had a great time meeting our opponents in chess."
But Yuan Danqiu murmured: "The King of Qin swept Liuhe, how heroic is the tiger's eye."
Li Bai couldn't help but put down his wine glass and asked in surprise: "Is this poem also in the newspaper?"
He became interested and leaned over to read the newspaper.
"Taibai, Taibai, why did you write such a satirical poem again?" Yuan Danqiu said, "It makes the saint unhappy."
"Why not? Good medicine tastes bitter, but honest advice offends the ears." Li Bai smiled and said, "Isn't this honest advice?"
"Good advice?" Yuan Danqiu clapped his hands on his knees and sighed, "You have to listen to good advice."
Although he thought this was inappropriate, fortunately, Li Bai had a reputation for being wild and dissolute, and the saint would never argue with him.
Turning back further, he saw that below these poems, there were a few comments imitating Chang'an's "Wen Cui of the Tang Dynasty". When he saw it, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Taibai, see for yourself, this report really praises you."
Li Bai was still thinking about the saint's current arrogance, his eyes fell on those columns of characters, and he couldn't help but said: "Just like me, he tends to exaggerate."
It was an exaggeration, but those few comments really spoke to his heart, making him feel that he had gained a lot from this trip to the west, and at least he had gained a confidant.
"The wine went into the intestines, seven parts turned into moonlight, the remaining three parts roared into sword energy, and half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was swallowed up by spitting it out."
~~
At the same time, Xue Bai was still slowly going to Chaoyang to take up his post, traveling for one day and staying for three days, inquiring about news from all parties.
Finally, a message from Nanzhao arrived.
Even Xue Bai, who had predicted in advance that Ge Luofeng was going to rebel against the Tang Dynasty, was a little surprised when he saw this.
"Ge Nu has always said that he knew what he knew. Yaozhou lost it so quickly?"
"It is said that Zhang Qiantuo fell into a beauty trap."
Xue Bai shook his head and said: "Publish it and spread the true situation."
"Would it offend the saint too much? Recently, our tabloids everywhere have published bad things. The imperial court and various states and counties have been alerted and have banned private newspapers."
"What does this mean? Our Tang Dynasty is tolerant and open, and the border towns can use all the generals. How can we not tolerate a few words of advice? As long as it is loyal advice, there is no need to worry about it being offensive."
Xue Bai still has the same attitude, he is not afraid of offending Li Longji.
Just like now, he is honest and honest, and Li Longji has no intention of recalling him to Chang'an. He is just afraid that he is still angry at him and has told Nanzhao the opposite.
It is useless to hope that the saint will change his mind.
Only by building momentum and putting enough pressure on Li Longji can it be possible to activate this group of ministers whose "loyal words are offensive".
Spring is coming soon, and it is another time of the year when "linen clothes are like snow, and the streets are full of people." Which of the candidates who have come to Beijing to take the exam has not read various newspapers recently and seen the poems of Li Bai and Xue Bai?
The public opinion of scholars and people was at a critical moment. However, Huashan was suspended and Nanzhao rebelled, but those in power still wanted to whitewash peace.
Regardless of whether there is this newspaper or not, the fact is that once the peaceful and prosperous era collapses, it cannot be whitewashed. Maybe the first and second small cracks are covered up, but the cracks will only get bigger and bigger.
Want to calm things down and cover up the chaos? No, not even the emperor can do it.
All Xue Bai has to do is to tear off the fig leaf and expose the dense insects under the fig leaf to the broad daylight. Who will win by then will not rely on flattering the saint, but can only rely on their own abilities.