When Yang Biao returned to his residence, it was already dark.
The food was placed on the table and covered with gauze. Yang Xiu leaned aside, holding a book in one hand and a cattail leaf fan in the other to shoo away flies. When he heard the footsteps, he stood up quickly, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully.
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"Father."
Yang Biao glanced at Yang Xiu, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. "You haven't eaten yet?"
"How can a son dare to overstep his bounds before his father returns?"
As Yang Xiu spoke, he ordered someone to fetch water and waited on Yang Biao to wash up. Yang Biao had been running around for a day, and his face was covered with dust. After washing it, he felt much refreshed. He invited Yang Xiu to sit down and ordered someone to fetch some wine.
Come, I want to have a drink with Yang Xiu.
Yang Xiu was surprised and said with a smile: "Father, did your trip go well?"
Yang Biaoyang raised his hand, unable to hide the smile on his brows. "If you use no thickness to get into the space, you will definitely have room to maneuver with ease."
Yang Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly. "My father is brilliant, but my son is far behind."
Yang Biao shook his head. "Boy, I am not a wise man, but a wise emperor." After saying that, he pondered for a moment and said with emotion again: "This is a great fortune for the man."
Yang Xiu's expression became unnatural, and he said, "The Emperor...why is he so wise?"
Yang Biao tilted his head and glanced sideways at Yang Xiu, his eyes half smiling but not smiling. Seeing that Yang Xiu was restless, he could only force a smile.
The attendant brought the wine, and Yang Biao picked up the wine glass, took a sip, moistened his throat, and told the story of the emperor.
"In the sixth year of Zhongping, during the Xinwei Incident, the emperor was King Chenliu. He and the young emperor left Luoyang and went to Xiaopingjin, where they were blocked by a large river. Dong Zhuo led 3,000 Xiliang troops to arrive. The young emperor was frightened and could not speak. The emperor responded calmly, and he
From beginning to end, nothing is lost.”
Yang Xiu was awe-inspiring, his expression slightly changed. "How can a nine-year-old have such courage?"
Yang Biao nodded and continued: "In the fourth year of Chuping, the emperor tested more than 40 Confucian scholars. The higher-ranking ones were awarded the title of doctor, the second-ranking prince gave up others, and the lower-ranked ones were dismissed. The emperor issued an edict: "The senior scholars are over sixty years old."
, left the homeland, worked in search of food and supplies, and was not allowed to study professionally. He went to school as a child, returned home empty-headed, and stayed in the fields for a long time. He never had any hope of glory. I am very sad. Those who stop following the academic disciplines will be treated as princes and sacrifice their lives."
Yang Xiu took a breath and sighed: "Although the emperor is young, he is very benevolent."
Yang Biao did not comment, and then continued: "Last year there was a severe drought in Sanfu. The emperor avoided the main palace to ask for rain, and sent Hou Wen, the imperial censor, to go out to Taicang to make rice and beans to make porridge. After a long time, no one died. The emperor suspected that the gift was in vain, so he
When the emperor tried to make minced rice, he found out that Hou Wen was corrupt. The minister ordered all the following officials to collect Hou Wen and verify the truth. The emperor issued an edict of 50 sticks and asked Hou Wen to make porridge again to atone for his sins. Hou Wen felt ashamed, so he tried his best to save the hungry people.
There is plenty to offer.”
Yang Xiu subconsciously sat up straight and slapped his thigh hard. "Wonderful, if the emperor kills Hou Wen, although it can clarify the law, it will inevitably delay disaster relief and at least a few more people will die. Punish without killing, so that he can wear it.
The crime will take effect on its own, which is the best solution."
Yang Biao smiled, drank the wine in the cup, and continued: "In February of this year, Guo and Li attacked each other, aimed at the imperial palace, and shot through the curtains. Li Jue was frightened, and the emperor sat motionless. In October of this year, in Xin
Feng, Guo Si sent people to burn down the emperor's fortunate school building at night. The civil and military affairs were in panic, but the emperor's face remained as usual. On the night of Renyin in this month, there was a red air that penetrated the Purple Palace, and people were panicked. The emperor stayed in his tent for several days, but did not move at all. "
Yang Biao drank another glass of wine and looked at Yang Xiu with burning eyes. "Which of these things can you do?"
Yang Xiu's face turned red, he pondered for a moment, and shook his head. "I'm ashamed of myself, son. Hou Wen's matter may be possible, but other... can't be done."
"You are still self-aware." Yang Biao snorted and said, "Yuan Benchu, how many things can Yuan Gongli do?"
Yang Xiu smiled bitterly, lowered his head and said nothing.
"How many things can Yuan Benchu's sons Yuan Xiansi, Yuan Xianyi, and Yuan Gongdao's sons Yuan Boyang do?"
Yang Xiu let out a long sigh.
"Boy, a gentleman acts when an opportunity arises, and does not wait until the end of the day."
Yang Xiu's heart moved, and he remembered what Sun Rui, the scholar that day, said.
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Early the next morning, Yang Xiu got up early, washed up, and went to the foot of the plain to see him.
Liu Xie had just finished practicing his sword skills for a while and was taking advantage of the intermission to discuss the pros and cons with Wang Yue. He was somewhat surprised when he heard that Yang Xiu had asked to see him.
He knew that Yang Xiu had not left, but he did not expect that Yang Xiu would ask to see him again so soon.
Young people, especially young people with good backgrounds and high talents, are somewhat arrogant and will not bow down so easily.
Even if you have to bow your head, you should wait for the right opportunity to save some face for yourself.
Yang Xiu was so quick, maybe he came to say goodbye, and before leaving, he said a few harsh words to have fun.
Celebrities don’t all have this tune.
But if he wants to find a sense of presence here, he is wrong.
I must let him see the invincible elegance of the scholars of the Key Political School.
While thinking about it, Liu Xie ordered someone to tell Yang Xiu to go up to the plain. When Yang Xiu came closer, Liu Xie took a look and felt that he might have thought wrong.
Yang Xiu's expression was solemn, without any trace of arrogance. He didn't look like he was here for a fight.
"Your Majesty, Hongnong Yang Xiu, pays homage to your Majesty."
Liu Xie bowed his head in greeting. "Yang Jun, please see me at dawn. I don't know if I can give you any advice."
"I am not talented, but I am a minister. I am proficient in writing and ink. I am willing to do my best to serve His Majesty, serve as a servant of the pen and ink, and spread the news."
Liu Xie looked at Yang Xiu in surprise, and Wang Yue also looked shocked.
With Yang Xiu's background and temperament, it is not easy for him to say such humble words.
Was this dealt with by the Taiwei?
No, there's no redness or swelling at all on my face.
As the saying goes, don't hit anyone with a smile. Although Liu Xie looked down on Yang Xiu, he had to save some face for Yang Biao. To say the least, if Yang Xiu was so sincere, if he refused directly, no one would dare to recommend himself in the future.
Already.
"How can the son of Mr. Yang be a wandering horse? He should be a Huangmenlang according to the rules."
The corners of Yang Xiu's mouth twitched, his face became hot, and he almost became angry with embarrassment.
There is no doubt that this is the emperor's punishment for him. It can even be said that the emperor still does not want to accept him and deliberately uses such an almost humiliating position to reject him in disguise.
Huangmenlang is a subordinate of Huangmenshilang, a newly established official position in the first year of Zhongping.
In September of the first year of Zhongping, Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu entered the palace to kill the eunuchs, and all the offices in the palace were empty. The imperial court issued an edict, granting one of the sons of the public minister to Huangmen Shilang to be a minister to replenish all the offices.
To put it bluntly, it means that officials from foreign countries who have won a great victory will be rewarded and share power based on their merits.
At that time, Yang Biao was serving as Sikong, so he was naturally qualified to help his children become officials, even though he was not yet weak at the time.
But he was unmoved and did not take this opportunity to become an official.
Now the emperor said that he was Huang Menlang according to the rules, which is equivalent to saying that he came too late to make up for this opportunity.
Before this, he would have walked away and never driven again.
But after a conversation with his father Yang Biao last night, he knew that he had no other choice. Unless he really retired to his countryside, he could only endure it and hope that one day he could gain the emperor's recognition and trust.
"Wei!" Yang Xiu bowed and saluted, tears welling up in his eyes.
Liu Xie caught a glimpse of it inadvertently and was greatly surprised.
After all, he is the seed of reading, he is a writer, he is very emotional, so this makes him excited?