Chapter 315 The gears of fate start to turn

  Jia Pingan has always believed that the emperor's ruthlessness is gradually cultivated, but in Li Zhi, he saw a quick emperor.

Shaopeng sat there like an accomplished monk, with a cup of hot tea in his hand, and occasionally took a sip, "I heard that your Ah Fu doesn't eat meat, just like sheep. But you have to remember, the emperor eats meat." Meat, if there is no meat to eat, the emperor will eat his officials, the people, and the world..."

   Jia Pingan sat opposite, reading today's news in his hand.

   "We have been in the palace for many years, and we have heard many things, but there is no one who is kind. The emperor..." Shao Peng took a sip of tea, "The kindness of the emperor is for the world, not for a certain person."

"This is Mingjun." Jia Pingan didn't see any news worth paying attention to, so he put down the brochure and stretched himself, "When the emperor gives more kindness to certain people, the country is in danger. The decision of the emperor , should benefit most people.”

   "But when it benefits most people, it will inevitably hurt a small number of people." Shao Peng felt that Jia Ping'an was a little naive.

   Jia Pingan smiled, feeling that he was a little pedantic, "But there has never been a decision in this world that can benefit everyone."

   "Someone went to Ganye Temple."

  Shao Peng sat there smiling.

   "Shao Zhongguan."

  A Baiqi came in with a look of embarrassment on his face.

   "Man, talk!" Shao Peng frowned.

   Baiqi whispered: "There is something difficult in a certain family... Aye is sick..."

   "How much is the difference?" Shao Peng waved his hand and interrupted him.

   "Poor..." Baiqi felt a little uncomfortable, "It's much worse than usual."

  Shaopeng took a sip from his teacup, "Wait."

  He went out for a trip, and when he came back, he brought a burden.

   "It's too heavy, take it home with you."

   Baiqi raised his head, "Shao Zhongguan..."

   Tears flickered in his eyes, "I don't know how to thank you."

   "We are His Majesty's people. We are here to supervise you and others to do things. Don't harm us!" Shao Peng said with a straight face, "Don't say gratitude or repayment. You are harming us, understand? Get out!"

   Baiqi lowered his head and wiped away his tears when he turned around.

  Shaopeng took a sip from his teacup, frowned and said, "It's either made by Baodong or it's not good."

  …

   "Abbot."

  Su Ho, who was meditating cross-legged in his room to 'practice', quickly wrapped the oiled paper bag, then wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, and said, "Come in."

  The door was pushed in, and the good man said: "Abbot, Mingyu has severe diarrhea."

  Su Ho got up, "Go and see."

  Mingyu belonged to the first emperor's woman, and she was lying on the bed at the moment, and the room was very smelly.

   "Abbot!"

  Several nuns were looking after her, and when they saw Su Ho coming, one of them said, "Abbot, Ming Yula is amazing."

  Su Ho took a closer look and saw Mingyu's pale complexion, so he asked, "But did you spoil your stomach?"

  Mingyu nodded, and said weakly: "The abbot doesn't need to worry about it. I should go when the late emperor left. I've been here for a few years, that's enough!"

   "Why do you have to die if you can live?" Su Ho said with a straight face: "When you die, the relatives at home will feel distressed..."

  Mingyu smiled desolately, "It's gone, it's gone, since entering the palace, relatives are gone. Once interests and interests are involved, this relative becomes a businessman, gone, gone!"

   "Then you have to live for yourself!" Suho stood up, "Wait."

   "Abbot." The good man followed her out, "The only way to go now is through the Fanglin Gate, but there may not be medical officers in the palace."

   "They all hope that all the women here will die." Su Ho said with a straight face, "You look after the temple, I'll go."

  Su Ho was running in the Forbidden Garden.

  The sound of horseshoes came, and she raised her head and shouted: "Uncle Wuyang!"

   Jia Pingan appeared with a smile, saw her appearance and asked, "Where are you going?"

  Su Ho said eagerly: "Mingyu has severe diarrhea, I'm going to seek medical advice."

   It's not close to Xuanwu Gate!

   Jia Ping'an turned around, Bao Dong shouted: "Let's go to Ganye Temple first."

   This guy is more and more talented as a courtier.

   As soon as they left, Jia Pingan stretched out his hand, "Someone will take you there."

  Su Ho stretched out his hand without any hesitation, and was pulled up by Jia Pingan.

  A Bao neighed, obviously not fond of bringing two people with him.

   Jia Pingan kicked it and galloped in the forbidden garden.

   "She had a bad stomach, and her face was pale and frightening." Su Ho was anxious.

   "That's okay." Jia Ping'an's attitude was very relaxed.

  Jia Pingan did not take her to Fanglin Gate, but to Xuanwu Gate. Soho's request was submitted, but he said he did not know how long it would take to get a response.

"Let's go back."

  Jia Ping'an knew the palace's attitude towards those women, it was best not to die or live.

  Su Ho refused, Jia Pingan said: "If you don't go back, then Mingyu might not be able to hold on."

   All the way back to Ganye Temple, Su Ho hurried to the back.

   "Three more pulls."

   Mingyu looked very serious, Su Ho stomped his feet anxiously.

"what to do?"

  She fell silent suddenly, then walked out, and bumped into Jia Pingan just as she reached the courtyard gate.

  This silly woman!

   "Stop!"

  Su Ho stopped, but looked stubborn. Jia Pingan asked: "But you want to enter the palace?"

  Su Ho nodded, "The palace shouldn't just sit and watch them like this, I think... the late emperor couldn't bear to see them so desolate."

  The first emperor would want them to accompany him, there is no doubt about it.

  Jia Pingan didn't want to destroy the persistence in her heart, "This matter... there is a way."

  Su Ho's eyes lit up, "What way?"

   "Can I have charcoal?"

"have!"

   "Go get some more salt."

  Jia Pingan went to the kitchen, ground the charcoal and put it in the water...

Well!

  The nun who was cooking was dumbfounded.

  Su Ho was also quite puzzled, only good people, she said firmly: "Uncle Wuyang definitely has a way."

  The water boiled, Jia Pingan put the salt in, and then stirred.

  The charcoal was stirred, and the water looked a little black.

   After all the salt had melted, Jia Pingan scooped up part of the water into a large bowl, and said, "Give it to Mingyu, keep drinking as long as you pull."

  Soho asked: "Why is this?"

  How to drink this dark water? Also eat charcoal.

  Jia Pingan said: "Diarrhea will take away many things in the body, and she must supplement these at the moment. As for charcoal, it is said that it can absorb toxins, anyway, it is not harmful to drink."

  Why is this person so irresponsible?

  The nun waiting outside was a little angry.

  Su Ho took the bowl and hurried to the back.

   "Mingyu, drink...drink medicine." Su Ho didn't know what to call this, but at this moment, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, so that's all there is to it.

   "It's hard to drink!" Mingyu didn't want to drink after taking a sip.

  Su Ho frowned and said, "Drink if you want to survive."

  Mingyu smiled and said, "Host, I... really don't want to live."

  She is not pious enough, so she cannot find spiritual support.

  Su Ho pressed her hand, "But I almost quarreled with the guard of Xuanwu Gate because of you. If you don't live, will you be worthy of me?"

  Mingyu looked at her and suddenly sniffed, "Everyone thinks we deserve to die."

  Su Ho said seriously: "But I don't think so, neither does Uncle Wu Yang."

  The good man said: "This is the prescription given by Uncle Wuyang, drink it quickly."

"good!"

  Mingyu began to drink the 'medicine'.

   "Pull again."

   There has been a lot of noise inside.

   "Mingyu fell asleep."

  Su Ho worriedly touched her pulse. Although it was weaker, it was still stable.

   She stayed here this night.

  When Mingyu opened her eyes, she saw Su Ho sitting beside the bed and taking a nap.

   "Abbot..."

   "Are you awake?" Suho opened his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, "How do you feel?"

  Mingyu felt it for a while, "It's just a little imaginary."

   "It's Rado." Suho gradually regained consciousness, and then happily said, "Are you all right?"

  Mingyu smiled and said: "Okay, it must be okay."

  Su Ho got up and went out, "Mingyu is ready!"

  Everyone came one after another.

   "It's all right?"

   "Then what good prescription did Uncle Wuyang get?"

  Everyone is very happy.

  When they first arrived at Ganye Temple, they were disappointed, with all kinds of negative emotions smoldering in their hearts, and they exploded at the slightest incident.

  But gradually, when those fantasies disappear, people have to face reality after all.

  When a seemingly mortal companion came to life before their eyes, the feeling brought tears to the eyes of several nuns.

  People need spiritual strength especially when they are lonely, and Mingyu's recovery is a miracle in their eyes.

  Su Ho was standing there, smiling extraordinarily happily.

  This abbot...

  Thinking of Su He running around for Mingyu and guarding her all night, everyone felt more emotions: trust, touch...

   "The medical officer is here."

  The response from the palace was long overdue. A medical officer yawned and entered the Ganye Temple, "Where is he? Where is he? I have to go back quickly after looking at it."

  A group of nuns is watching him.

  The medical officer froze for a moment, this was a bit different from the treatment he had imagined.

  According to his thinking, at this moment, it should be the stars and the moon!

  But why are the eyes of these nuns so cold?

   "Ahem!"

  He coughed twice, but the sound of the waves remained the same.

   "What about people?"

  He thought of a possibility.

   This happened yesterday. If the patient had continued to have diarrhea, now... he should go too.

  He felt a little guilty, "So-and-so is late."

  But he really didn't blame him for this matter, the palace only informed him in the morning, and he couldn't turn back the clock.

   "The diarrhea is not only difficult to cure." The medical officer felt that he needed to comfort them, "Even if someone came here yesterday, I can't guarantee that it will be cured."

  Su Ho stepped forward, "Mingyu is already healed."

   "Okay?" The ups and downs came too quickly, and the medical officer asked in a gaffe: "Who did it? What kind of prescription did you use?"

  Su Ho thought of Master Jia's irresponsible attitude, and couldn't help laughing, "It's Uncle Wuyang, the prescription...he just searched for something in the kitchen, and boiled it for Mingyu to drink."

   "What's in the kitchen? What can there be in the kitchen?" The medical officer was going crazy, "Vegetables? Vegetables can't cure diarrhea. Ginger and garlic won't work, so what else?"

  Seeing that he scratched his head in pity, Su Ho said, "It's just salt and charcoal."

  The medical officer's eyes widened, "That's it?"

  Su Ho nodded. She has a baby face, big eyes, and a nod. People can't help but choose to trust.

  The medical officer slowly turned around with the wooden box on his back.

That's it?

  He thought he probably saw a ghost.

  Back to the palace, the news was reported to Li Zhi.

   "Uncle Wuyang boiled a pot of water with salt and charcoal, let Mingyu drink it non-stop, and finally healed."

  Wang Zhongliang sighed and said: "Uncle Wuyang actually knows medical skills, it's really amazing."

   Li Zhi was also quite surprised.

  He thought of one thing, "I remember that someone came to invite a medical officer yesterday, and the family members also had diarrhea. Let them try this prescription."

  …

  After Jia Pingan learned that Mingyu had recovered, he felt that he had accumulated virtue.

  He is very gentle and feels that there is a taste of the quiet years.

  Since this is the case, it is natural to be lazy to celebrate.

  Just leaning back to take a nap, the door was roughly pushed open.

  Jia Pingan raised his head, trying to maintain a sober appearance, and when he saw that it was Bao Dong, he scolded: "If you don't have a good reason, you can wait to patrol the streets."

   Bao Dong said gossipingly; "Uncle Wu Yang, they said that Xu Shangshu proposed to reduce the number of people in Menyin."

   Damn it!

  Jia Pingan woke up immediately, "Is he crazy?"

   No!

  Jia Pingan felt that Lao Xu would not take the initiative to engage in this matter, so most likely the emperor asked him to raise this issue.

  The family yin system was not first created by the Tang Dynasty, but the yin system mainly targets the upper class.

  For example, the clan, imperial relatives, honorary officials, titles, and rank officials... These people are all in the category of family yin, that is to say, if you are in this rank, then you don't have to worry about the future of your descendants.

  For example, Jia Pingan, Uncle Wuyang, will be qualified to be an important official for his descendants in the future, and this is definitely an iron rice bowl.

  These people can be summarized as the 'privileged class', powerful, numerous and powerful...

  Old Xu Toutie, dare to touch these people, crazy?

   Jia Pingan hurried to inquire about the news.

   North Korea.

  Xu Jingzong was sprayed so helplessly.

  The shade of the door is related to the interests of everyone. Old Xu stabbed a hornet's nest with a bamboo pole and couldn't hold it anymore.

   Li Zhi sighed slightly when he saw this scene.

   After all, it is difficult!

   "Why are you talking about this matter? Do you know that this matter will bring criticism to His Majesty?" Liu Shi scolded happily, "If people in the world criticize Your Majesty, do you know how serious the consequences will be?"

  Xu Jingzong was dumbfounded.

   This is Li Zhi's confession, and he went on without any bargaining.

   This test failed miserably.

  Xu Jingzong glanced at the emperor secretly, and seeing that he was still, he knew that it was time for him to take the blame.

   But it is worthwhile to take the blame.

  Xu Jingzong entered the character design, and just about to growl, he heard Changsun Wuji next to him say, "Let me tell you, old man."

  Is this going to launch a general attack on the old man?

  Xu Jingzong sneered, he would scold others if he could.

   This old man won’t even swear back!

Changsun Wuji glanced at Li Zhi, then at everyone else, and said calmly: "The system of door shadows started many years ago, flourished in the former Sui Dynasty, and flourished in the Tang Dynasty. Royal relatives, honored officials, high-ranking officials...the more officials there are, the more money and food they give, the old man thinks...it's the right time to cut some."

  The hall was very quiet.

  Xu Jingzong felt that he might have heard it wrong.

  Changsun Wuji would actually support this proposal?

  Reducing the number of door shades is not a small loss for the small circle. Judging from Changsun Wuji's past style, he should sit back and watch Liu Shi and others stop this matter.

   Liu Shi was also dumbfounded.

  Li Zhi said lightly: "This matter...discuss again!"

  Going out later, Liu Shi chased after him and asked: "Master, why is this so? You must know that the crowd is passionate!"

  Changsun Wuji walked calmly, "Some things must be done!"

  Yu Wenjie said: "Master, why don't you rest for a few days?"

  Changsun Wuji glanced at him, "Do you think this old man has lost his mind?"

   "Dare not!"

  Back to the duty room, Changsun Wuji began to write memorials.

   After writing the memorandum, send it to the door according to the procedure.

   This matter spread out immediately.

  The crowd is passionate!

  Changsun Wuji was set on fire immediately.

  All kinds of impeachments are pouring down like raindrops.

   Jia Ping'an felt like he was watching a big show.

  Changsun Wuji began to fire with full firepower.

  In the past, this prime minister has always been pretending to be a Bodhisattva, but this time he went berserk can be called an epic level.

The small circle held a party for this, and Changsun Wuji said with piercing eyes: "Public or private? This is something you have to carefully consider. Your Majesty is young, but he has the appearance of a wise king. The dignitaries have obtained too much from the Tang Dynasty. Benefits, don't just think about taking benefits, but don't know how to return them. Such a courtier...has no public heart, how can he be reused?"

   These words were a fatal blow, refusing the selfishness of the rich and powerful.

  But these words can't make those people calm down.

  For the first time, Yuwen Festival opposed Changsun Wuji in the court.

  Yoo Seok is silent.

  The outside world is undercurrent.

   At this time, Xue Wanche returned to Chang'an.

   "Someone is sick."

  He specially came to Baiqi to look for Jia Pingan, limping, "Your Majesty, with permission, I will come back to Chang'an to treat my foot disease."

  In an instant, a line was hooked up.

   Xue Wanche returns to Beijing!

  After he sat down, his eyes were full of unruliness, "A certain has made countless achievements, but some people said that he has complaints, so His Majesty sent him to Ningzhou, which is too mean!"

   This guy is crazy.

   Jia Pingan just listened with a smile.

  After Xue Wanche left later, Jia Pingan couldn't sit still anymore and said he had something to go out.

  Just after leaving the imperial city, I happened to meet two men.

   "Uncle Wuyang!"

   Jia Ping'an got off his horse and cupped his hands, "I haven't asked for advice yet..."

  The young man knelt down suddenly, Jia Pingan was startled, and hurried over to help him up, "Why?"

The middle-aged man cupped his hands, "The old man has been suffering from diarrhea for the past few days, and the doctor has no choice but to think that he will die. But the palace gave Uncle Wu Yang a prescription, and the old man will be fine in just two days. How can I not thank you for the kindness of reconstruction?" ?”

   That prescription actually worked?

  Jia Pingan felt that he had the talent to be a doctor.

  The two were grateful, and finally invited Jia Ping'an to their home as a guest.

   "Someone still has something to do, let's wait another day."

  Jia Ping'an is really busy.

   Later he went to Gao Yang.

   "Uncle Wuyang is here, and the fluffy plants are shining!"

  Gao Yang sat on the couch, the weather was a bit hot, he didn't know what he was wearing underneath, and the outside was covered with tulle, his eyes were full of flesh.

   "Has anyone been looking for you recently?"

   Jia Pingan sat down and asked.

  Gao Yang held his head high, "Yes, if there are too many, go. Some people ask me to play horses, some people ask me to go to Qujiang Pond, some people ask me to drink wine..."

  Sister is very busy.

   Jia Pingan frowned, and gradually pulled his face down, "It's a serious matter!"

   The tough guy is possessed.

   This is Xiao Jia!

  Gao Yang said: "Yes, Wang Yuerong came to look for me, saying that Fang's family has some good things recently, and said that the title can come here."

Yes!

   This is a lure.

  Why did Gao Yang in history get involved in the treason case of Fang Yiai and others?

  Because this woman is stupid!

  After Fang Xuanling left, the title of Duke Liang fell on Fang Yizhi's head. There is nothing to say about this.

  But for some reason, Gao Yang and Fang Yiai had been arguing with Fang Yi over this.

  This thing...

   No!

   Jia Pingan suddenly felt a chill down his spine, thinking of another possibility.

  What does it mean that a title can come over?

  The eldest son inherits the title, no one can reverse this, Gao Yang is crazy to fight for this.

  The only possibility is that Fang Yiai and others are planning a rebellion. Once successful, the title of Liang Guogong will naturally become a reward for the new emperor to reward Fang Yiai.

  And why did Changsun Wuji, who had been a bodhisattva for several years, that is, the chief director behind the scenes, suddenly jump out and stab the chrysanthemums of the powerful with a bamboo pole?

   This is self-pollution!

  Why did he defile himself?

  Using one case to kill multiple opponents, including the prince, this kind of behavior is standard for powerful officials in all dynasties.

  He is self-deprecating at the moment. After the incident, if you want to say that he is a powerful minister, you have to put a question mark.

  —Which powerful official would offend the powerful and powerful in the world!

  Chai Lingwu, Fang Yiai and others still think they are smart, but they don't know that this matter is under the nose of Changsun Wuji.

  The gears of fate began to turn slowly.

  Changsun Wuji felt that his plan was perfect this time.

   But Jia Ping'an is very clear about this.

   Jia Pingan stared at Gao Yang, and said seriously, "From now on, you are not allowed to go to Chai Lingwu's house!"

  …

  Now the restrictions on voting for monthly votes are lifted, and those who have fan value will increase their voting limit. The disciples seem to be able to cast more than a dozen votes.

  (end of this chapter)