Three days later, the examiner who was ordered by the sage accepted the order and entered the Gongyuan with his luggage and being guarded by the Imperial Army. Hearing the news that the examiner had locked the hospital, Juren who came to the capital to take the exam also seemed to feel the tension of time, and there were many fewer people in the restaurant.
On this day, when he went to court, Gu Yuanbai called the Minister of Industry, the Minister of Household, and the Minister of Rites, Chu Xun, to the side hall of Xuanzheng Hall to discuss matters.
He gave the three of them the article on the treatment of the Yellow River that was heard by Chu Wei that day, and let the three of them read it slowly. He took a cup of tea and drank it slowly.
The Minister of Hu was the first to read it, and he hesitated: "Sir, this minister has never seen such a subtle way of treating a patient. If it is implemented, it may be really miraculous... But the treasury..."
The Minister of Industry and the Minister of Rites were completely immersed in the article, their faces were solemn, and they were faintly excited.
"Your Highness!" The Minister of Industry and Commerce couldn't hide his surprise, "Who came up with this method? This person is talented, and this minister wants to see him!"
Gu Yuanbai smiled and said, "Then you won't be able to see it."
This method of treating the disease was not thought up by one person, but was obtained by thousands of descendants during countless flood seasons.
It is the most reliable method in the ancient environment.
The Minister of Industry looked regretful and murmured, "It's a pity, it's a pity."
At this time, Master Chu had just finished reading this article. He thought while reading, his expression was occasionally solemn and occasionally smiling, and after reading it, he couldn't help but say, "Sir, this method is feasible!"
Gu Yuanbai smiled and asked, "Does Master Chu also think it's feasible?"
Lord Chu has always been rigorous, but at this time, he nodded boldly, "If the above words are implemented one by one, this minister thinks it is feasible."
The Minister of the Household was anxious, "Sacred Lord! The spring sowing is about to begin, and the trial will also cost money, and the tribute courtyard is being renovated. The site of the tomb of the saint has also been selected, and construction will begin this year. There are a lot of military supplies, and it cannot be stopped every day. If you want to repair the river, the national treasury will not be able to turn around."
The mausoleum was to be built in the early days of the king's succession, but although Gu Yuanbai succeeded to the throne early, his power fell.
Gu Yuanbai smiled at him soothingly, "I understand."
"Governing the world is always inseparable from money," Gu Yuanbai said in a hurry. "As long as you have money, you can build roads, buy horses, and train soldiers... I have not decided to start treating the Yellow River flood right now. The floods are divided into spring floods and summer floods, spring floods are from March to April, and summer floods are from June to October.
The Minister of the Ministry of Industry wondered: "Sir, there has been no flood in the Yellow River in the past few years. Why do you care so much this year?"
Hearing the words, Gu Yuanbai put the teacup in his hand on the table, and made a light clang: "I also want to know why it has been raining for half a month in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, but no one has come to inform the court?"
... !
The two ministers and a middle-aged man had their knees weak and thumped to the ground.
Gu Yuanbai kept silent, let them kneel, and kept guessing in the quiet environment where needles could be heard, until the tops of their heads were sweating because of their guessing, Gu Yuanbai said: "Get up."
There was no prime minister in the Daheng Dynasty, the six ministries were directly controlled by the emperor, and there was no cabinet, but the Privy Council and the Political Affairs Hall were set up.
When the imperial power was so grand, there would be people who would not report it, how dare the people in those places be so bold!
And how did the sage learn about the rainy season of the Yellow River, which is thousands of miles away
The more the three ministers thought about it, the more fearful they became. They stood up softly, not daring to say a word.
"Chu Qing," Gu Yuanbai softened his tone, "I know that you know a lot about flood control, and there is not much time left. I have appointed you as a pacification envoy and sent you to defend against the spring floods of the Yellow River. I don't ask much, as long as This small flood season does not cause major disasters, Chu Qing, are you willing to go to the Yellow River?"
Chu Xun fell to his knees again without hesitation, and he said loudly: "I will use all my strength to live up to my mission!"
Gu Yuanbai walked out from behind the table and helped him up with his own hands, "I have one more thing to support me this time, and Chu Qing wants to help me find out who is hiding it or not! Those local officials followed Chu Qing. Cha, don't be afraid of them, I will make the decision for you. If there is any trouble, I will allow the local governor to lead troops to help."
Lord Chu was so moved that his eyes were filled with light, "Don't worry, the sage, I will do my best."
Gu Yuanbai looked at the Minister of Household and the Minister of Work again: "The Ministry of Work will order more than ten people who are good at water control to accompany Chu Qing. You and the two departments must fully support this matter and cannot be slack."
"Yes."
*
The three people who came out of Xuanzheng Hall wiped the sweat from their heads, and they all broke out in cold sweat.
The Minister of Household and Minister of Industry congratulated Chu Xun, Chu Xun hurriedly returned the salute, and asked: "Two lords, how much the Holy One expects from me now, the Yellow River has rained for half a month but no one reported to the court, please two adults for the time being. Don't tell others, I'm afraid I'll startle the snake."
Lord Chu was suspecting the collusion between the local officials and the officials of Beijing. The Minister of Household and Minister of Industry nodded quickly, "Master Chu, don't worry, even if you don't say it, we will not dare to say it to the outside world. The meaning of the sage is clear, the two of us The Ministry will cooperate well. Mr. Chu works hard and pays attention to safety. When you come back, you will also get results in the exam. Young Master Chu has always been outstanding in knowledge. If you should be an official, you will be an official.”
Chu Xun quickly said a few words of modesty, and the three of them laughed and laughed.
Inside the hall.
Tian Fusheng served the boiled medicine after the ministers left. The dark concoction was even more bitter in the white porcelain bowl. Gu Yuanbai glanced at it, took the medicine bowl and drank it.
Those who drank too much medicine no longer felt bitter. Gu Yuanbai took a few more sips of tea to remove the medicinal taste in his mouth, put on a cloak, and walked out of the Xuanzheng Hall.
There was a thick layer of snow outside.
The snow on the ground was cleaned up, but there was still a palm thick snow on the trees and grass.
Gu Yuanbai took a few breaths of the cold air, and his heart became more relaxed. He walked under the tree and made a ball of snow with his hands, but after a while, his pampered hands were frozen.
The captain of the guard hurried away and took a pair of leather gloves. Gu Yuanbai smiled and said, "I just touched the snow, let's see how anxious you are."
The captain of the guard rarely raised his face, "Your Majesty, hurry up and throw the snow away."
"Okay," Gu Yuanbai threw the snow and stretched out his hands in front of the head guard, helplessly, "You are always too careful."
The captain of the guard carefully held Gu Yuanbai's fingertips, and meticulously held the handkerchief to wipe off the wet water and snow from the palm of Sheng's palm. The skin of the saint was delicate, and only the ice and snow remained in his hand for a while, and the fingertips of the ten fingers had already turned alluring pink.
The palm is delicate, and the veins must melt into the soft skin. The chief guard must be careful and careful so as not to leave a red mark on the hand of the saint.
It's no wonder that others are paying attention to him, it's really that Gu Yuanbai's body cannot be separated from the meticulous service of others.
When there was no snow in his palms, the captain of the guard respectfully let go of the Sage's hands, and then unfolded the leather gloves meticulously and put them on. The brown gloves covered Bai Yingying's hands, extending all the way down to the sleeves.
Gu Yuanbai raised his hand and gently sniffed the smell of the gloves. He handled it very cleanly, with only the smell of incense. He nodded and said with a smile, "Let's take a look at the snow scene."
But when he was enjoying the scenery, the guards were silent and could not speak, and Gu Yuanbai felt that he had found the wrong person. He thought about it and thought about it, thinking of the public opinion talents that he took a fancy to that day.
It seems to be called Chang Yuyan
*
Shaoqing's mansion in Dali Temple.
San Yuyan was writing an article when he suddenly heard a noise outside the study. He frowned, suppressed the anger he was disturbed, and quickly opened the door: "What are you doing?!"
The servant next to his father was hurriedly bringing people here, and when he saw him open the door, he shouted: "Young Master! The sage, please come to the palace to accompany you!"
Chang Yuyan shook his hand holding the door, "What?"
The people from the palace were still following behind. The servant was in a hurry and ran over first, urging: "Young master, change your clothes, the sage wants you to enter the palace to enjoy the snow!"
Chang Yuyan swallowed his saliva, only to feel panic and surprise. He hurriedly turned around to change his clothes, and the people from the palace followed slowly, seeing that he was so busy and stopped: "Young Master Chang, don't bother. , this one is not wrong, let's go to the palace with the little one first, so as not to make the saint wait too long."
San Yuyan said ashamed: "I smell like ink."
"It's okay," the people in the palace said anxiously, "Young Master Chang, don't worry, the Sage won't blame you for this."
It's not a question of whether to blame or not, it's a question of how he looks in the eyes of the Holy Spirit.
San Yuyan's heart was complicated, but in the end, the joy of being summoned by the Holy Spirit prevailed. He abandoned his entanglement and was about to leave with the palace servants when he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly returned to the study, taking the book and wrapping it in his sleeves. Then go out again.
The palace sent a carriage, and Chang Yuyan got on the carriage. After a while, he felt a little sullen. He raised his hand and touched his face, only to realize that his face was already hot.
In fact, San Yuyan didn't have such a high regard for the sage before.
Xue Yuan is a wolf dog. If San Yuyan can play with him, his nature is mixed with indulgence. He dares to write thirteen poems that offend the powerful, not because he is angry about it, nor because he is worried about the country. worry about the people. But because he wanted to oppose his father, in addition to this, the more important thing was to earn a good reputation.
The poems written by San Yuyan are worried about the world, but he enjoys fine wine and food, brocade silk and satin with peace of mind. Xue Yuan and him are like a raccoon dog. The inside is rotten to the point of stink. The appearance of gold and jade.
Fame, for literati, is sometimes more useful than power and money, and sometimes it can even save lives.
During the inspection system, literati who wanted to be an official had to create a reputation for themselves. "Lying on the ice to ask for a carp" and "Kong Rong giving a pear" were the results of the literati's family spreading far and wide. This is an unspoken rule among the literati. . San Yuyan's family did not publicize his reputation until he established the crown, so San Yuyan had to come by himself.
Being able to let the powerful hands demote his father is not bad for San Yuyan.
It is conceivable that his reputation must have played a big role in this time when the sage announced that he would enter the palace to accompany him. While Chang Yuyan spurned herself, she felt fortunate at the same time.
If he didn't have a reputation, the saint might never give him a look.
The palace servant was driving a carriage on the road, everyone in the capital after the snow was huddled at home, Chang Yuyan's brain was hot, he lowered his head and tidied himself up several times, he felt that he still smelled of ink, how could he Going to see the saint like this
Chang Yuyan moved to the car window and opened the door to blow some cold air to calm down. After finally calming down, Chang Yuyan suddenly saw the figures of Tang Mian, the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Housing, and Li Yan, the son of the Prince of Pingchang. The entrance of the alley flashed by.
One is the son of an important minister, and the other is a noble son. Even if they have a close relationship in the academy, they should avoid suspicion when they are outside, right
And if I'm not mistaken... Chang Yuyan squinted, but unfortunately the carriage passed by, he only glanced at it quickly, but if I'm not mistaken, what should be two paintings in the hands of the two of them
*
Gu Yuanbai walked while watching. After putting on leather gloves, no one stopped him from touching the snow.
When San Yuyan came over, the saint was letting someone carry a jar, and he carefully swept the thick snow on the plum blossoms into the jar. The snow falls on the plum blossoms. After a night of brewing, the snow is also contaminated with the fragrance of the plum blossoms. After the snow melts, it will be used to make tea, and it will have a different taste.
San Yuyan stepped forward and saluted, and said nervously, "The boy pays homage to the saint."
"No need to be more polite," the saint put down his work, and personally supported San Yuyan's arms, "The last time I saw you, you were very cautious. Today I called you to appreciate the snow, so don't be so nervous."
As soon as Gu Yuanbaifu held Chang Yuyan's arm, he felt the taut skin under his clothes, and laughed dumbly, "Is it really that scary?"
Chang Yu's face became hot, and he quietly raised his eyes to look.
Gu Yuanbai had already led him forward with a smile. After the guards followed five steps away, the maids took the jar and continued to collect Haruyue under the plum blossoms.
On weekdays, Gu Yuanbai would not wear dragon robes. He was wearing regular clothes. The corners of the regular clothes were low-key embroidered with dark patterns, as if there were dragons clinging to him while walking.
The blue silk behind him was mixed with a few snow-stained plum blossoms. When Chang Yuyan saw it, he looked at it several times, but was embarrassed to remind him.
After visiting the snow scene in the palace, San Yuyan was kept by the saint for dinner. After dinner, seeing that he was about to leave, Chang Yuyan mustered up the courage and took out the book of poems from his sleeve. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh about his thick skin, "Sir, this is the boy's recent history. The collection of poems sorted out includes poems that were still eye-catching in the past, as well as the income since returning from the last visit to the garden, if the sage does not dislike it, I want to dedicate this to the sage.
A thin collection of poems, which should still be the original manuscript, with some wrinkled folds on it.
Gu Yuanbai is also very interested in this new poem of talent with the potential of public opinion talents. If it is a masterpiece, then he believes that it will definitely spread throughout the capital very soon.
The previous leather gloves had been taken off before the meal, Gu Yuanbai flipped through the poetry book with a smile, glanced at random, and his smile deepened.
Compared to the thirteen poems that satirize the powerful and powerful he wrote before, this work caters to the taste of his ruler.
Gu Yuanbai handed the collection of poems to Tian Fusheng to put away, suddenly remembered something, and smiled narrowly, "Should Yuyan and the eldest son of General Xue's family be friends?"
Chang Yuyan didn't know why, so he nodded cautiously: "Yes."
Gu Yuanbai said slowly: "A few days ago, I heard that Xue Jiuyao's knees were injured, do you know about this?"
Jiuyao is Xue Yuan's word.
Chang Yuyan was stunned, what
Seeing his ignorant expression, Gu Yuanbai raised his brows and said with a leisurely smile: "When Yuyan leaves the palace, why don't you go to Xue's house and take a look. Then I will talk to General Xue and Xue Jiuyao for me. In a word, if they need it, I can send the imperial doctor in the palace to Xue's house to diagnose and treat them."
The sage said slowly: "After all, he is the son of my Aiqing, and the future Daheng general, if there is an accident, it is really a loss for Daheng."
The author has something to say: Xue Yuan: Thank you for your invitation, when people sit at home, their rivals come up from the sky.