"Your Majesty is talented, just four sentences and twenty-eight characters, every word is beautiful, containing Taoist truth, I didn't expect Your Majesty to be so proficient in Taoist doctrine."

After reading these twenty-eight words, the Taoist priest surnamed Liu, who understood the meaning, hurriedly made a big salute to Li Ye.

"Liu Aiqing is quite good at talking, but I haven't even read a few Taoist books, and I don't know much about Taoism." Li Ye said with a smile, more happy, and then looked at Pei Rong, "What does Pei Aiqing think?" ”

Hearing the words of the saint, Pei Rong came back to his senses in a daze, and immediately put his hands together and saluted, "The talent of the saint is not as good as that." Although these twenty-eight words are short and ordinary, they are full of deep meaning, and the minister does not dare to speculate on the holy will. ”

"It's boring." Li Ye put down his pen and looked bored, "It's just a poem, you can't tell the truth." ”

"Your Majesty!" The Taoist priest surnamed Liu arched his hand and said, "The minister has the courage to ask Your Majesty to allow this poem to stay in this sacred temple." The name of the Chongsheng Temple is taken by His Majesty, but there is no thing of His Majesty in the view, this poem is full of Taoist thoughts, and it is written by His Majesty himself, which is just right. ”

Seeing that the ink pen in his hand made the other party value it so much, Li Ye smiled and waved his hand, "Liu Aiqing wants to go there!" Zhang Wei, someone later framed the poem and handed it to Liu Aiqing. ”

"The old slave understands!" Zhang Wei replied.

"Liu Aiqing, do you know why I asked you to come here to manage this sacred temple, instead of letting you go to the court as an official?" Li Ye looked at the person in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

This person's full name is Liu Yiyun, and he is a hermit of Zhongnan Mountain, and once Li Ye went to Zhongnan Mountain and happened to meet this hermit by chance.

It was a coincidence for Li Ye, but for this Liu Yiyun, it had been planned for a long time, and when he learned that Li Ye would go to Zhongnan Mountain to play, he had a chance encounter on the way up the mountain.

Of course, he was almost summarily executed by the prison guards as an assassin.

This person claimed to be a descendant of Liu Wenjing in the early Tang Dynasty, but Li Ye didn't understand why the other party was so close.

Liu Wenjing, the founding hero of Li Tang, was executed by Li Yuan in the second year after the establishment of the Tang Dynasty.

Although Li Shimin succeeded to the throne and rehabilitated Liu Wenjing, his two sons were full of resentment because their father was falsely accused of rebellion, and later the two brothers rebelled together, and the result was naturally cool.

As for whether he is a descendant of Liu Wenjing, Li Ye doesn't want to check, it's been almost three hundred years, and there is no need to waste manpower and material resources if he can find out.

Liu Yiyun's thoughts, Li Ye roughly knew that people in the Tang Dynasty liked to be hermits in the mountains to gain fame, and use this as a qualification to seek a career.

Li Bai did just that.

After some conversation, Li Ye found that Liu Yiyun had some ink in his stomach, but he did not reuse him because of this, but let him be the head of the Ministry of Rites. After the opening of the Chongsheng Temple, he was transferred to the Chongsheng Temple, and he was still a petty official from the eighth grade.

Although he had the right to change a person from a white cloth to a high-ranking minister in the court, he did not do so, and he could not reuse a stranger just because of a few words.

If it weren't for the fact that Liu Yiyun had a little ink, it is estimated that he would have been driven out of Chang'an by Li Ye a long time ago, and it would have been more of a whim for him to be the main thing.

"I don't know!" Speaking of this, Liu Yiyun was a little dissatisfied in his heart.

He boasted that he was also the talent of his ancestor Liu Wenjing, but he could only be a low-level official from the eighth grade, so naturally he was burying talents.

"It seems that Aiqing still wants to stay in Chongshengguan for a while, you go down first!" Li Ye waved his hand.

After Liu Yiyun retreated, Li Ye came to the verandah of the bell tower where he was located, looking at this sacred temple and the entire Chang'an City.

In the Chongsheng Temple, many Taoist priests also saw Li Ye, but they couldn't help but look at it.

Li Ye looked at this Chang'an City, turned his head sideways and asked Pei Rong, "Pei Aiqing, you and Zhang Wei are the people who have followed me the longest, and I still have some memories of being forced to flee Chang'an by Huang Chao.

Pei Aiqing remembers that I said these two sentences, 'Give me twenty years, and I will return the world to a prosperous Tang Dynasty'? ”

Pei Rong, who was originally a little touched, looked a little strange when he heard this, and replied, "Back to Your Majesty, the minister naturally remembers this." At that time, the minister was just an unpopular governor of the Shouwang Mansion, and His Majesty was only a prince who had just opened the mansion at that time.

At that time, there was the dictatorship of Tian Lingzi, Yang Fugong and others, and the Huangchao Rebellion and the secession of feudal towns outside. At that time, although the minister was a little surprised by His Majesty's two words, he didn't take them to heart, thinking that they were just His Majesty's impulsive words. ”

"Zhang Wei, what about you? I remember scolding you many times. Li Ye said.

"At that time, the old slave was ignorant, and His Majesty scolded him!" Zhang Wei hurriedly said.

"You old fellow." Li Ye scolded with a smile, and he also knew that the other party didn't dare to speak so boldly to Pei Rong, "Twenty years, there are only ten years left, whether the Tang Dynasty can reappear prosperous, I don't dare to say." But it's time to do something, the system of the Tang Dynasty has lasted for nearly three hundred years, and some places are no longer suitable to continue to exist.

It's time for a change! ”

Hearing this, Pei Rong's heart froze, and his expression immediately became serious, "For His Majesty's will, the minister will not hesitate to carry it out." ”

"It's not for you to show your loyalty!" Li Ye said lightly, "Let's go, I didn't expect this Chongshengguan trip to make me make a decision." ”

Looking at the departure of the saint, Pei Rong knew that it would not be long before the officialdom of Chang'an might be surging again.

I just don't know what this young saint thinks in his heart, I hope not to be too aggressive, too radical is not a good thing.

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"Xiaguan (the last general) see His Royal Highness King Liang!"

After the eunuch who announced the decree handed over the decree to Zhu Wen, a group of Xuanwu civil officials saluted and chanted, and the title of Zhu Wen also changed from the king of Dongping to the king of Liang.

Looking at the tsunami-like sound of the mountain, Zhu Wen suddenly became a little addicted to this feeling, he looked at the seat behind him, and suddenly he was not very satisfied.

It's short, it's small, it's too simple.

Thinking of the highest position in the palaces of Taiji Palace and Daming Palace that he had seen before, he suddenly yearned for it.

"Haha, everyone. Come and bring the father-in-law to rest, and be sure to entertain them well. Zhu Wen laughed heartily.

"Yes, His Royal Highness King Liang!"

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, but he didn't expect to usher in such good news when he came back from Suzhou, but he always felt that something was missing.

Zhu Yougong, who was next to him, took the opportunity to say, "Now that my father-in-law has been named King of Liang, how can there be no article to praise my father-in-law." Mr. Jing Xiang has great talents, I wonder if you can show your pen and ink on the spot? ”

Jing Xiang glanced at Zhu Yougong, then looked at Zhu Wen who was looking at him, and hurriedly saluted, "His Royal Highness King Qi, Jing Xiang is only a shallow learner, and the pen in his hand is okay to thank you for the letter, but he is not good at writing poetry." However, there is a place in this Bianzhou city where you can find someone who composes a poem for His Royal Highness King Liang! ”

"Where?" Zhu Wen was a little interested.

"Guest House. There were many literati and scholars who came here because of the prestige of His Royal Highness King Liang, and it was not difficult to find them to compose a poem that satisfied His Highness. ”

How could Jing Xiang write such a thing himself, in case this moody King Liang was not satisfied, wouldn't he be punished for it?

There are hundreds of literati and scholars from all over the world, and many of them can write poems and lyrics.

Even if someone makes poems that are not as good as King Liang intended and is unjustly killed, what does that have to do with him?

There are so many people, and you can always find someone who can make poems that satisfy King Liang.

As long as there is such a person, then he will not be punished, but will be rewarded, and he will not have to fall into it, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds.

But Zhu Yougong, this kid is a little too much, and he actually wants to let himself pick up this thankless errand.

It won't be because Zhu Youyu was degraded, and the other party is a little inflated, right?

But the position of the son of this world, no matter how it turns, it will not be Zhu Yougong's turn.

It seems that he needs to find an opponent for Zhu Yougong!