Great Blue Night Watchman

Zhang Yiyu's little mouth opened wide, "Oh my God, I can't even wash myself off if I jump into the Yangtze River..."

At Green Willow Villa, Zhang Juzheng's eyes were as wide as lanterns: "You brat! Do this..."

As God testifies, he has always been on guard against Lin Su, on guard against this brat tying up the Zhang family, and on guard against him taking him into a ditch. Guarding against him day and night, it is difficult to guard against family thieves. His own grandson pimped him out. He was so angry that before the matter was settled, the boy wrote a poem to his granddaughter, which became known throughout the city.

How to get rid of it now?

How do you explain it to someone?

In the middle of the night, his granddaughter was with him in the inn, and he was so passionate that he wrote poems all over the place...

On the top of the Western Mountain, several women were all staring at the city, looking at this poem that was so beautiful to the core, and also looking at the following lines...

Princess Yufeng's eyes were full of brilliance: "If life is just like the first meeting...how could there be such beautiful words? How could he sort out these seven words from thousands of words and present the most beautiful side of literature and Taoism?"

Yes, the best thing about this poem is these seven words.

Infinite beauty, infinite depth...

Lu Youwei's face was red: "Now don't say that he has only written half-step green poems to me. As far as I know, this is the second green poem he has written to a woman."

"Where's the first song?" Bi Xuanji's heart skipped a beat: "To whom? Which song is it?"

"The first song is for a woman next to him. The bright moon rises on the sea, and we are together in the world at this time. The lover complains about the distant night, but actually misses her at night!"

This poem was rarely known in the world, because Qing Shi is different from Kaiwen Road. Kaiwen Road is a main road, and the holy music spreads throughout the nine countries and thirteen states. Qing Shi covers a radius of hundreds of miles. When I wrote this poem, it was In Haining Lin's family, people in Haining City knew it, but others may not know it. Moreover, this poem was given to Ding Yaoye personally and was very private. The Haining prefect also concealed this poem when reporting it.

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the world is at this moment... so beautiful..." A moon seemed to appear in Bi Xuanji's eyes: "Who is this poem written to?"

Her sister is the woman beside him. Is this green poem written for her? She really wanted to know.

But Lu Youwei gave her an answer: This poem was given to Ding Yaoye, also known as Dark Night, the martial arts prodigy who followed us on the Western Mountain that day.

It turns out she's not my sister...

Bi Xuanji was a little disappointed: "Do you know, has he ever written a poem for the one next to him...the one named Green?"

"Actually, the poem I wrote for Green Clothes, to be honest, I personally think it is the best... Asking what love is in the world, it tells me directly whether life and death are together, how many times have we been together in the cold and summer? Joy is fun, parting is painful, this is it. There are even more idiotic sons and daughters. You should speak, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and the snow is falling on thousands of mountains. Who is the shadow going to?"

Maybe the words themselves are charming. As soon as this poem came out, the three women were all crazy.

Princess Yufeng sighed softly: "This poem is so beautiful that it breaks your heart. It is only colorful and has not been passed down to the world. Perhaps it is just because of one thing that it is only half-complete..."

…

In the inn, green light circulated, and finally, the green light in the sky dissipated, turning into a little light and shining into Zhang Yiyu's eyebrows, and the holy voice in the air reached his ears: "The poem has been passed down from generation to generation, and I will give you the cultural treasure 'Autumn Fan'!"

Between Zhang Yiyu's eyebrows, a small cyan fan gently opened, like a butterfly flapping its wings, slowly disappearing into her body.

Zhang Yiyu called out softly: "Wen Bao?"

The treasure of literature and art is more rare than the treasure of magic.

There are also levels of literary treasures. The Confucian scholar's treasure is at the lowest level. Above that there are the literary treasures, the world treasures, the quasi-sage treasures, the holy treasures...

This literary treasure "Autumn Fan" was transformed from Lin Suqing's poem. In theory, it is a great scholar's literary treasure, but it was given by the temple and carries a trace of the power of the holy treasure.

A trace of the power of the holy treasure is already a rare treasure in the world. It is a peerless treasure that top practitioners dream of. It actually fell into Yiyu's hands because of a green poem...

Because this poem clearly stated that it was given to Yiyu, so the treasure belongs to her.

Just like the poem he wrote to An Ye, An Ye got the cultural treasure "Mingyue Heart Chakra".

Lin Su was also curious: "What is this autumn fan used for?"

The power of the autumn fan is boundless. Within the area, it can sweep away...

What's the meaning? To put it simply, in Zhang Yiyu's domain, she can truly become the king. Anyone who wants to invade her domain can be swept out with a fan...

This is the most powerful protective treasure for practitioners.

"The world of cultivation is so wonderful! You can even get a fan as a guard..." Lin Su said: "You don't blame me for dragging you into this broken boat of mine, do you?"

"It's your fault!" Zhang Yiyu flew away, and a word came from the air: "Write less poems to women from now on... Oh, it's not that you write less, but... you're not allowed to write!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have written this "Mulan Ci"."

Lin Su stretched her neck and replied to her.

Zhang Yiyu flew away and couldn't hear, so he naturally didn't answer.

This night was very strange.

The brothel suddenly became quiet, and countless brothel girls looked at Yuebin Inn from a distance...

In Zhang Wenyuan's mansion, Zhang Wenyuan was pacing around the courtyard. He was stimulated by Qin Fangweng's execution of all the people in his house...

Zhao Xun was about to visit Zhang Wenyuan, but when he saw the green poem Hengkong, he suddenly stopped.

The housekeeper came over: "Master, aren't you going?"

Zhao Xun's expression was quite strange: "Green Willow Villa, have you really decided to take sides?"

A green poem with unparalleled artistic conception is a rare treasure in the eyes of literati. It is a rare treasure in the eyes of practitioners. But in his eyes, he sees something unusual. Lin Su and Green Willow Villa have already Bound, Zhang Juzheng is not an ordinary person...

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Lu Tian slowly raised his head from the dim study, his face extremely serious...

His Royal Highness, for the first time, lost interest in fussing over his concubine and stared at Green Willow Villa for a long time...

Lin Su had never thought about such a complicated matter.

He fell asleep. In the cave of Jianming Mountain, he fought with the puppets for three days and three nights. He was really sleepy. He needed to rest...

The next day!

The weather is gloomy!

The atmosphere in Zhongshu Province is even more gloomy!

The Prime Minister inspected Zhongshu Province with a gloomy face, stopped in front of Zhang Haoran, and slammed down a stack of memorials with his hands: "Is this the memorial you drafted?"

"yes!"

"There is no structure, you don't write what you should write, and you write what you shouldn't write randomly...Who do you think you are?" Lu Tiancong shouted: "Expelled from Zhongshu Province!"

The entire Zhongshu Province was completely silent except for Lu Tiancong's roar.

Zhang Haoran packed his bags silently, turned around slowly, and exited Zhongshu Province.

Watching his leaving figure, Lu Tiancong slowly turned back and returned to his Zhongshu Pavilion.

Some anger always needs to be vented, and some people are always ignorant!

Some people have forgotten what a prime minister is. They should be given a longer memory.

The scene in Zhongshu Province soon spread to Wenyuan Pavilion.

In Wenyuan Pavilion, Zhang Juzheng was listening to the news. His expression did not change at all, as if he was listening to the story next door...

After finishing speaking, Zhang Juzheng smiled: "That's all?"

Xuezheng was slightly startled: "Sir, are you not angry?"

Zhang Juzheng said: "The Prime Minister is the leader of hundreds of officials. It is my rightful duty to discipline my subordinates. Do you think I can still join the Chinese Academy of Sciences? By the way... you can send over a few more batches of the students' articles on how to get scholars in this subject..."

Others cannot read the articles about students’ selections, but Wenyuan Pavilion can naturally do so.

Because it is not a royal institution in itself, but the outer door of the temple.

"Yes! Sir!" Xuezheng bowed and retreated. It seems that your Excellency still doesn't want to quarrel with the Prime Minister. But Sir, do you know that if you retreat, others will come in?

The article has been sent.

Zhang Juzheng looked at it as if nothing had happened, returning compliments from time to time. Suddenly, his face darkened slightly: "Look at this article. Are there any words and phrases in it that are quite familiar?"

Xuezheng took it and took a closer look: "Strictly serve the first, pass through the pass without saying anything... The words are obscure, but they seem to have some sacred principles. This is a sentence the prime minister once said... I'll look for it. …”

Soon he found out that the Prime Minister had written an article, the content of which was...

After a comparison, Xuezheng was shocked. Half of this article matched an article once written by the Prime Minister...

"Plagiarism!" Zhang Juzheng took action: "You dare to plagiarize in scientific research, you are so bold! Check, who wrote the article? Get rid of his literary position immediately, split his literary mountain, and cut off his literary roots!"

Xuexue raised his hand gently, and the cover above appeared, revealing three big characters: Lu Yujing.

Xuezheng was shocked: "Sir...this is..."

"Don't tell me who this is, punish him immediately!"

"Sir..." Xue Zhi was in a dilemma.

"What? As an outer sect of the temple, you enforce punishment according to the law, so you need to look at other people's faces?" Zhang Juzheng said coldly.

"Yes!" Xuezheng slowly exited the Grand Scholar's Pavilion and walked slowly towards Wenyuan Pavilion...

In Wenyuan Pavilion, Lu Yujing was checking information. He was a little absent-minded because his wedding was approaching...

At this moment, a voice came from outside: "Master Xuezheng!"

Lu Yujing stood up suddenly, Xuezheng was also a second-grade senior official...

Xuezheng Duan Hong's majestic gaze swept across the audience and landed on Lu Yujing's face: "Lu Yujing!"

"Here!" Lu Yujing's heart skipped a beat.

"It has been confirmed that Lu Yujing cheated in the scientific examination. According to the rules of the temple, his literary position will be taken away, his literary reputation will be destroyed, and his literary roots will be cut off!"

Lu Yujing was shocked, and everyone was shocked...

Lu Yujing is a Holy Scholar. How many times have you ever seen a Holy Scholar deprived of his title?

Not even the emperor can!

However, Wenyuan Pavilion can do it!

"No! My lord, please listen to my explanation... This villain's article is by no means plagiarized..."

"It's definitely not plagiarism? See for yourself!"

Duan Hong raised his hand and threw an article in front of him. Lu Yujing picked it up, his hands trembling. He was very familiar with this article. It had half the same content as the model essay "On Strengthening the Country" that his grandfather wrote for him before the imperial examination. "It is my grandfather's many years of experience in governing the country. He passed it down to his grandson. No one can say that he is wrong. If he agrees with his grandfather's views and forms his own opinions, no one can say that he is wrong. But my grandfather ignored one point. People's experience can be used in many ways. This point of view is reflected in the articles my grandfather once wrote. Once these things are combined, he becomes plagiarism...

"Sir! Your Majesty!" Lu Yujing's face was covered with sweat: "This official just has the same views as grandpa... You will know if you ask grandpa..."

"The views are the same, haha. One article is 50% the same. There is irrefutable proof of plagiarism... Penalty will be imposed!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Yujing screamed, his literary heart, literary world, literary roots were all broken, his eyes were wide open, he couldn't believe it, he was a holy scholar, he was the prime minister's grandson, in the Da Cang Dynasty , how could it be possible to end up in such a situation...

In Zhongshu Province, just after Lu Tian calmed down his inner anger, he received a piece of news.

As soon as the news was received, Lu Tiancong's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and his fingers trembled slightly. The Prime Minister, who had never been distracted, felt like the world was spinning...

"Prime Minister! Prime Minister!" The palace official from outside rushed in: "The official has just received the news that Mr. Yujing has been..."

Lu Tiancong slowly raised his head and stared at Dian Lu with cold eyes.

Dian Lu lowered his voice: "Master Xiang, do you already know?"

Lu Tiancong nodded lightly...

"This is Zhang Juzheng's revenge! He...he..."

"I know!" Lu Tiancong gently waved his hand and drove him out.

The door closed, and Lu Tian suddenly disappeared from Zhongshu Pavilion. The next moment, he appeared in Green Willow Villa...

"Brother Ju Zheng, come out and see me!" His voice was very soft.

"The Prime Minister is here in person, but he is a rare visitor!" Zhang Juzheng appeared in the attic together: "Come in, the bamboos in the garden just experienced fresh rain last night, which is quite novel."

Lu Tiancong and Zhang Juzheng landed in Banzhu Garden at the same time...

"Brother Ju Zheng, is this move a bit cruel today?"

"Master Prime Minister, what are you referring to?"

"Brother Ju Zheng, why do you need to ask questions knowingly?"

Zhang Juzheng smiled faintly: "Since the Prime Minister is so direct, Zhang might as well be more direct... Green Willow Villa was originally aloof from the world and did not want to do evil to others, but since some people have bullied Zhang, Zhang How can it be that someone is not as good as he wishes?"

Lu Tiancong stopped and said, "Brother Ju Zheng, are you taking sides?"

"Zhang doesn't quite understand what you are referring to!" Zhang Juzheng said: "If taking sides refers to Lin Su, then Zhang can tell you frankly, no! But if taking sides refers to drawing lines for certain people If there is a line, Zhang can also tell the truth frankly, exactly! Zhang wants to tell the entire court, I don’t care about your situation, but don’t cross the line."

"Brother Ju Zheng, you are quite like my father-in-law."

This is a bit strange.

Zhang Juzheng looked at him quietly without any expression.

Lu Tiancong said: "Your Majesty, you used to be a brilliant writer and an amazing talent. Does Brother Ju Zheng know why he was unable to gain a foothold in the court in the end?"

"Zhang really knows this because you are in the court!" Zhang Juzheng said.

"Then Brother Ju Zheng... doesn't want to establish himself in the court?" Lu Tian followed.

Zhang Juzheng burst out laughing...

After the laughter subsided, Zhang Juzheng said: "Master Prime Minister, look at the water of this Long Lake. There are waves at any time, but what can be changed? The Long Lake is still a Long Lake, and the weeping willows are still weeping willows... Now that the Prime Minister is here, Now, I can just enjoy the new poems written by my family Haoran last night... A bit of awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind! Although this kid is not an official, fortunately, he has a poem that is interesting, which is better than some of the corpses in the political arena! "

There was no quarrel in this meeting. The two of them were the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister. They were polite and considerate, but the smell of gunpowder was still very strong. It is said that Lu Tian did not leave the study room all night after returning from Green Willow Villa. Panting like an old cow...