The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye saw the cruelty in their mouths for the first time today. His impression of the confrontation between the two parties was still in the vague debates in the Imperial College. They often took place on mild autumn days and bright schools. Mr. It stopped immediately, and it was almost a world away from the biting cold wind at this time.

The turmoil gathered in front of the imperial city calmed down. In the situation that was almost out of control, Pei Ye saw a familiar purple robe standing in front of him. It seemed that he was the only one among the nobles who dared to appear here, and this figure Indeed, it was even more useful than the Jinwu Guards who gathered around. The crowd gradually became quiet, but no one left. A certain solemn atmosphere began to condense in the cold wind.

Yuan Zhao, Yuan Youjing.

Pei Ye walked silently from the edge of the crowd, avoiding the scholars, squeezing past the Jinwu Guards, and headed towards the Tianliyuan.

On the way, he heard the diners at the noodle stall talking about this new case. Some sighed, and some were angry, "When will there be no lawlessness among people with the five surnames? Which one of you have seen really obey the law? It's all bullshit!"

I also heard the low voices of the Jianghu people with swords and swords, some were a few stragglers, and some were men and women wearing door uniforms, "Senior brother! Why don't we kill that dog official, and also promote the name of our sect's integrity!"

He even saw a few people wearing blue official uniforms, each with a stiff look and a low voice. One of them whispered: "... Now that we have such a chance, you and I just stare at it. Isn't it a lifelong regret?"

The remaining few people did not answer.

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On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, gray and black colors have covered the eaves and tiles of the streets and lanes of Shenjing, and the chill of winter has descended on this city of emperors.

Some problems began to squeeze out cracks in this largest city in the world, and in between was an abyss that could not tolerate neutrality.

Many people believe that this is the hurricane that has been aroused since Yuan Shangshu presented the "Recommendation Ban" in August, and now it has finally stirred up the sea water and brought about a tsunami.

But some people who look away from the current time and space will say that Yuan Shangshu's "Recommendation Ban" was not the cause of the wind. When he ascended to the position of Shangshu with a clear political stance, his momentum has grown unstoppably since then. At that time, the wind was already brewing under his robe.

But those who look further and stand taller will know that this trend has actually emerged from the time when Prime Minister Xu came to power, and even the death of the late emperor, which cannot be ignored.

Xu Xiang has lost his support, and the five surnames can crush him to death. Now Yuan Zhao has another support from the palace. As soon as this tough purple clothes stands in front of the stage, countless ashes will immediately rekindle.

Because this is the inherent chronic disease of the Tang Dynasty.

But now the first sword show is indeed the "Banning Order".

Three months have passed since the order was handed in. The saint still has not approved it, and the turmoil among the scholars in the court has evolved from disturbance to turmoil.

It was the saint's never-vetoing attitude that made countless scholars see some unbelievable hope. In the first month, there were countless debates among scholars in the sacred capital. However, the future of all scholars in Beijing is almost in the eyes of aristocratic families. "Forbidden Recommendations" The order received very little explicit support.

Starting from the second month, countless scholars from other places began to come to Beijing to submit letters. Many of them would never be able to qualify for the scientific examination in their lifetime anyway, and some of them lived in a state where there were no people with the five surnames. , they came to Shenjing and spoke freely in their local accent. Many of them witnessed the cruel and tough methods of the family for the first time. Many people were afraid and left the capital, but what remained was a group of even more angry voices.

And more people are still gathering towards Shenjing.

In the third month, the family was no longer able to quell this trend.

When the words "Banning Order" were placed here, when the scholars in the sacred capital set off this storm, and when thousands of scholars from outside the country came to the capital, the matter could not be suppressed by one hand.

This is a matter of life and death for every scholar, and every newly involved scholar will have his or her own opinions and tendencies. Those who agree with their own opinions will quickly become friends, and those who disagree with their own will become enemies. Civil servants who are already within the system established by the aristocratic family will also see this storm. Many of them have neither received sufficient benefits nor satisfied their political ideals... Everyone is a loose chess piece.

Scholars will naturally be close to groups whose interests are more immediate, and restraint may not be effective for a long time. This is of course a fundamental impact on the family system.

So the situation began to turn cruel and violent from this point on.

The family headed by King Li will never give in, because as long as the uniqueness of the five surnames is unshakable, the power of the Tang Dynasty will be firmly in their hands - the core of the country has long been divided up by the five surnames, and the new The taxi scholar group does not have such a "blood" in their hands, so why can they be on an equal footing with them? Just cry and fight?

I gave it to you, do you want the warrior to give it to you? Do you want the warlock to give it? Do you even want to give it to those who work on the land? Do you want to give it to the fishermen?

Therefore, all resistance can only lead to stronger suppression. After all, there are few bloody incidents, but there have been more criticisms, purges, and removal of official titles than in the previous months. The turmoil in Nanya has become increasingly serious, and officials have begun to hide. was divided into two factions.

Those who hold Datang will not let things slide all the way.

Outside the two ends, there are also more concerned bystanders. No one likes conflicts and turbulence, and no one can stay out of it when they come. People have known since childhood that the Tang Dynasty was a great country that obeyed the will of God. At this time, they also pinned their hope for a solution on the inevitable truth of heaven.

...the theory of two heavens.

Although the discussion is complete and sophisticated, it still does not have a solid conclusion.

What on earth is that person in Zichen Palace thinking?

……

Yuan Zhao entered Chengtian Gate. The cold and hard white stone under his feet was laid straight, and his steps were also straight. He was the only one in front of the vast palace that could coil a giant dragon.

The palace walls on all sides were dark, the night sky was cold and blue, and there were a few tall candles burning in front of the palace, but they could not dispel the chill. Yuan Zhao lowered his head and climbed the long steps step by step. When he was halfway there, a cold voice came from the side.

"Minister Yuan."

Yuan Zhao looked at him with a silent face.

If Yuan Zhao was a rat, then the man in front of him with a cold air was indeed a dragon and a phoenix. He looked handsome and majestic in an official robe, with the official seal of the Ministry of Personnel on his waist. The man over fifty still had a thirty-year-old face, expressionless under the light and shadow.

"Are you satisfied with the blood of an old man and a young man?" He asked coldly.

Yuan Zhao stared at him blankly for a while, then retracted his gaze: "Eating rotten fruit when hungry and drinking corpse blood when thirsty, this is how Yuan's minions are born - Wang Mingyuan, your nephew is going to die."

Wang Mingyuan stood there expressionlessly.

Yuan Zhao stepped forward into the hall.

The warm yellow candlelight filled the entire side hall, and the room was warm as spring. There was only one empty chair in the circle. Yuan Zhao did not salute anyone in front of several purple-robed people, but bowed deeply to the front and knelt on the ground: "Ministry of Revenue Yuan Zhao, I meet the emperor."

"Mr. Yuan has worked hard, please take a seat." A calm voice came from the head, "Your memorial has been with me for a long time. I caught you all today to talk, please don't mind the trouble."