Datang: At The Beginning, Li Er Forced Me To Rebel

Mrs. Gongsun and Zhang Shiba's orders were released near the afternoon.

When these pigeons cross the vast sea and reach their respective destinations.

The fastest, it is already night!

Fortunately, even in the middle of the night, there are people all over the country who have never rested and are waiting for their arrival.

The misty south of the Yangtze River is only a hundred miles away from Kuaiji County.

It is different from Yuhang City, which is prosperous, gentle and rich.

Kuaiji County has always emphasized literature and produced more counselors.

In a workshop built by the water!

A skinny old man with long beard was sitting in the courtyard under the moonlit night.

A plate of fennel beans, a bowl of warm rice wine, under the moonlight and the hazy shadow of the banana tree.

Pour yourself and drink, but you are also content.

"0205..."

At this moment, a fat pigeon landed on the small table in front of him without winking.

The dishes and bamboo chopsticks were disturbed.

The old man didn't care about that at all.

Chaoshou took the scroll on the pigeon's leg and took a look.

Immediately, his face showed ecstasy, and he scattered all the remaining fennel beans in the plate in front of the pigeons.

He raised his head and finished the old wine in the bowl, and waved his hands.

The wine bowl was smashed to pieces, but excited roars came from the skinny chest.

"Do it! Work!"

For a moment, the originally quiet small workshop was instantly bright as day, and countless figures appeared from nowhere.

In the blink of an eye, notices soaked in ink were printed one after another.

At an extremely fast speed, it was sent to various places in the south of the Yangtze River.

Kuaiji is only a few hundred miles away from the East China Sea, and Feige only arrives overnight.

Jinling City is much farther away from Tongue Island.

Milk White's pigeons flew all night before arriving in this city full of cosmetics.

The mist from the Qinhuai River has not dissipated, making the city look extraordinarily quiet.

But this ecstasy mist that made the literati drunk with money and money did not make the carrier pigeon confused at all.

In the blink of an eye, he landed in a private seat in a teahouse.

It was held in the hands of a woman who smiled like a flower and looked a little baby fat.

Glancing at the note drawn out of the bamboo tube.

The charming smile in the woman's eyes was even worse.

Walking out of the private seat, shaking the round fan three times at a time, leaning on the railing to have a look.

On the high platform in the bustling teahouse lobby, the storyteller is telling the story of the first opening of the world and the first rebellion of Primordial in an emotional voice, and it is coming to an end.

As soon as the woman raised her hand, a golden bean the size of a nail fell into the tea bowl in front of the storyteller.

"Storyteller, I'm tired of listening to what you said... It's time to tell something new!"

The little black fat storyteller who was picking off the peach head saw the golden bean dripping and spinning in the tea bowl.

His eyes narrowed into lines with a smile!

He cupped his hands far away at the woman and cleared his throat.

"Forget it! Then I won't talk about those vain Legendary stories today, and tell you some new things in the court: the innocent king was struck by lightning, the honest and loyal ministers turned back in tears, disasters fell from the sky, and the people suffered because of Confucianism. dead warrior rest

The gavel cracked.

The group of beggars sitting at the entrance of the teahouse seemed to be taken aback.

Scattered in all directions!

Just a moment later, in all the libraries in Jinling City, yelling and cursing voices such as "unintelligent rulers without morals" and "states without state" can be heard in unison.

As for the literati, they are more than happy to point out the country in the court, but to scold the faint king in the fireworks Chu Pavilion.

It won't take much time.

One by one is either an excerpt of chapters or a sentence, or an old woman can understand it.

There is no dirty word at all, but the bloody poems and articles sprayed by Li Er and his family's ancestors will be spread all over the world along the winding Qinhuai River.

Great Confucianism came out of Shu, a famous teacher in Yintian!

Whether it is Yang Xiong, a master of Han Fu, or Qiao Zhou, Li Mi...

They are all famous Confucian sages.

And Chen Shou, a great Confucian in the Shu Han and Western Jin Dynasties.

It is also relying on a "Three Kingdoms", a book to become a god. (cjca) Although this book has been criticized for being too smelly.

But it still can't change the fact that this book is a masterpiece of historians.

Therefore.

This land of Shu produced not only great Confucian scholars, but also great historians.

With the prevailing style of writing, there are not only countless Confucian academies here.

Even before that, vigorously promoted literature [Zhen Guogong Zhang Yan who printed books of punishment.

They both opened two large bookstores that are among the best in the world in Sichuan.

Even beside the world-famous Dujiangyan, a huge water-driven book printing workshop was set up.

The students of Shu Middle School are all favored by him.

Even Mr. Yushan, the master of historiography and Confucianism at that time, entrusted the "Book of Jin" that he had gathered all his life to this printing workshop for printing.

It's just a pity, because that stupid king is stupid.

Forcing Zhang Yan, the Lord of the Town!

These two bookstores, as well as the book printing workshop, disappeared in a fire without a sound.

All the students in Shuzhong sighed with regret.

Straight to scold the faint king for having no way.

And the anger came after the great Confucian Yan Zhitui and Grandmaster Li Gang were forced to death by Li Er.

It has reached a peak.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

There are more and more protests from Shuzhong students, trying to reach Tianting!

I don't know if it was because he felt the coercion of the literary world, and the emperor also felt afraid.

Li Er decreed that Mr. Xuan Yushan should go out of the mountain and enter Chang'an to serve as a sacrificial wine for the Imperial Academy.

The grievances of the Shu middle school students were suppressed.

I only hope that Mr. Yushan can influence Li Er with Confucian wisdom and stop doing stupid things.

It was at this moment that a stream of black-blue light flashed by.

An unremarkable homing pigeon climbed over the eaves and came to a secluded and elegant courtyard.

A middle-aged man with an elegant temperament and a rather rich appearance is sitting at the desk.

Flipping through a book with a little light like beans.

The window was bright and clear, and the bright moon was in the sky, which made the blue-black carrier pigeon land in the yard immediately.

It was discovered by the middle-aged man who looked gentle and refined.

Patta, the copybook worth tens of thousands of gold was thrown aside without hesitation.

The middle-aged man jumped up suddenly.

He jumped into the yard with agility that was extremely discordant with his size.

Chaoshou grabbed the pigeon, and carefully pulled out a roll of paper from the pigeon's leg with his nimble fingers.

Just glanced at it, and immediately revealed an uplifting smile.

He stroked the pigeon casually twice, thinking for a moment.

Suddenly smiled.

"There is no pure gold, and no one is perfect. If you keep yourself clean, how can you be ruined?"

At that moment, the elegant fat man casually put the pigeon aside.

He picked up the pen and began to write quickly.

Write and write, the tip of the pen pauses slightly!

After stroking his neat beard, he looked at the two bookstores outside the house.

"Burning the piano and cooking the crane, go and bring me the concubine wedding invitation that Mr. Yushan sent to me a few days ago..."