Half a month ago, he must have felt that he was the one to become the Taiyuan Governor.
If not, there is only one possibility, he is unwilling.
It is not realistic to start a career as a prefect, but it is not without flexibility, such as serving as a servant.
His father Yang Biao is a ready example.
Yang Biao did not enter the official position like ordinary officials, first serving as county magistrate and then gradually being promoted. Instead, he was recruited as Yilang because of his erudition. From Yilang to Shizhong, he was directly transferred from Shizhong to Jingzhaoyin.
.
He is currently the Huangmen Shilang, and may be transferred to the Shizhong at any time. In the future, he will be released from the Shizhong and serve as the Taiyuan Prefect. If the emperor really makes Taiyuan his capital, he will be Taiyuan Yin. It is logical, at least there will be no obstacles in the process.
But now he no longer dares to think about it, and his father also thinks that he made a conscious choice.
It's just... so shocking.
Yang Xiu lowered his head, not wanting his father Yang Biao to see his frustration.
The father and son exchanged silence, concentrating on drinking alone and unknowingly becoming tipsy. Yang Biao's expression gradually relaxed, he glanced sideways at the dejected Yang Xiu, and chuckled.
"Boy, Nai Gong can show you a clear path."
Yang Xiu raised his head, looked at Yang Biao, cupped his hands and said, "Please teach me, father."
"Among the famous officials of ZTE, whose experience is the most legendary?"
Yang Xiu blinked and didn't know how to answer. There were too many famous officials in ZTE, each with their own legend. Who knew who Yang Biao was asking.
"Deng Yu." Yang Biao said the answer himself.
Yang Xiu suddenly understood and smiled knowingly. "Father, do you want me to be a classmate with His Majesty?"
"Classmate, I'm afraid you are not worthy."
The smile on Yang Xiu's face suddenly froze, and his face turned red and white.
Yang Biao saw it in his eyes and still said calmly: "There should still be a chance to be a companion reader."
"Father……"
Yang Biao raised his hand and signaled Yang Xiu not to be anxious. "You have learned from your family since you were young, and you are well-read, so your academic foundation is naturally good. It's just that in the more than 300 years since Dong Zhongshu's Three Strategies for Heaven and Man, Confucianism and Huang
The old Taoists are fighting each other, and later there will be disputes between modern and ancient literature. Now it seems to dominate the world, but in fact there are many disadvantages. People with insight are all thinking of good strategies to revive the vitality of Confucianism. There are those who focus on exegesis, such as Zheng Kangcheng, and some who lead the Yellow Emperor, such as Cai
Bo Zhe."
Yang Xiu was thoughtful. "Father, Your Majesty asked Yang Feng, is it because he wants to introduce Taoism into Confucianism?"
Yang Biao nodded slightly. "Your Majesty asked Yang Feng. Although he wanted to appease him, he could not rule out the possibility of studying the Taiping Jing. If you think about it carefully, Zhang Jiao was just a fallen Confucian scholar who could seduce eight states with the Taiping Jing.
, shook the world, and ten years after his death, the Yellow Turbans still fought hard and refused to surrender. There must be a reason. To understand the reason, studying the Taiping Jing is the only way."
He took a sip of wine and said: "When I reach middle age, my habits have become established and it is difficult to change my ways. Moreover, I am busy with official duties and have no time to study. You are young and serve His Majesty. You have a lot of leisure time. I want to be your companion."
It’s perfect to read.”
Yang Xiu woke up from his dream, raised his wine glass, and bowed respectfully.
"A father's words are worth more than a box of scriptures, and his son will be taught."
Yang Biao raised his lips slightly, turned around and took out a scroll and pushed it in front of Yang Xiu. "When the Yellow Turbans were pacified, I had seen some confiscated fragments of the Taiping Jing. I still vaguely remember some of them. I took the time to write them out these days.
Take it and have a look, it might be useful."
Yang Xiu was overjoyed, knowing that his father had good intentions, so he quickly took it.
——
After discussing with the ministers twice in succession, Liu Xie walked out of the imperial camp for the first time and visited the camp of the three generals.
According to etiquette, when the emperor goes on patrol, he has a special chariot with strict rules and complicated rituals. According to this set of rules, it is estimated that the leading team in front has arrived at Yang Ding's camp, and Liu Xie has not left the imperial camp yet.
Moreover, the current situation does not allow Liu Xie to be so extravagant and wasteful.
After Liu Xie discussed with the ministers, he decided to do special things and streamline the ceremonial guards. He himself did not wear court uniforms and ride in cars. Instead, he put on armor and rode on horseback to show the world his greatness in teaching martial arts and re-establishing peace.
ambition.
This decision inevitably aroused opposition from many people, but with the strong support of Taiwei Yang Biao, it was finally decided.
On a sunny morning, Liu Xie rode a Xiliang horse and walked out of the imperial camp accompanied by Wang Yue, Shi A and others.
After more than ten days of practice, Liu Xie's physical strength and riding skills have improved significantly. Even wearing heavy armor and sitting on a horse without stirrups, Liu Xie's posture is still upright and as stable as a mountain.
It's just a pain for Yang Xiu and other servants.
Most of these people were scholars. They were used to riding in cars and could not ride horses. They even looked down on those who rode horses. Now that they are riding horses today, they dare not ride in cars. They have to choose between riding horses and walking. It is really miserable.
Yang Xiu couldn't ride a horse and could only choose to walk.
It would be fine if they were just walking with their sleeves waving, but the ministers and ministers were not so comfortable traveling with the emperor. Not only did they have to maintain the same posture to show solemnity, but they often had to hold something in their hands. It didn't look like that.
After walking a few hundred steps, the feeling gradually becomes different.
Yang Xiu followed the emperor's horse and broke out into a sweat. Then he applied a layer of soil, and even his mouth smelled of earth.
To say I have no regrets would be a lie.
Yang Xiu gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, comforting himself as he walked. It was only about ten miles, so he gritted his teeth and persisted and he would be there.
However, good things never come together, and misfortunes never come alone. The reality is more cruel than Yang Xiu imagined.
Lang Guan, who had first delivered the edict, came back and said that after Yang Ding received the edict, not only did he not come out of the camp to pick him up, but the camp was closed tightly. The officers and men in the camp were fully armed and heavily guarded, as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, with countless people looking at each other and whispering.
Isn't Yang Ding rebelling?
For the people of Xiliang, this was a routine operation. Guo Si had done this before in Xinfeng, sending people to burn down the academy where the emperor lived in the middle of the night.
Liu Xie held the reins of his horse and sat upright on the horse, his palms and back were sweaty.
Damn Yang Ding, it’s my first time to go on patrol. What do you think you’re doing to me like this?
At this moment, Liu Xie desperately hoped that he could be Li Shimin in history. Whoever he disliked would order Qin Qiong to take action and take his head.
Liu Xie quietly took two deep breaths, forced himself to calm down, and turned to look around. Everyone avoided his eyes, for fear of being named by him and sent to Yang Ding's camp to check.
Liu Xie was shocked when he finally saw the disgraced Yang Xiu.
Who is this mud monkey?
Yang Xiu was confident. Seeing the emperor looking over, he immediately stepped forward, raised his hands and said, "Your Majesty, if Yang Ding had any objections, he would not be so arrogant, but he would not leave the camp, for fear that he might be suspicious after hearing the rumors."
Liu Xie thought for a while and understood what Yang Xiu meant. According to the analysis, Zuo Ling probably got the news from Yang Ding. Yang Ding had a guilty conscience and was afraid that he would take advantage of the situation to seize the camp, so he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
If he really has any disobedience, he should fight out after rectifying his troops. There is no reason to stick to the camp.
"What?"
"I would like to go and explain the situation to Yang Ding."
Liu Xie looked at Yang Xiu and felt relieved. It was commendable that Yang Xiu took the initiative to ask for help under such circumstances.
He pondered for a moment and nodded. "Dezu, be careful and act according to the opportunity. Don't force yourself."
"only!"
Yang Xiu turned around to leave, but was stopped by Liu Xie. Liu Xie took out a handkerchief and handed it to Yang Xiu. "Wipe your face."
Yang Xiu was stunned for a moment, then blushed, and he didn't know whether he was embarrassed or excited. Fortunately, the loess covered his face, so others couldn't see it. He took the handkerchief with both hands, bowed again, and turned around.