The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 493 The arm can't twist the thigh

In the next few days, Chang'an City was heavily patrolled and guarded, and there were soldiers walking around, responsible for searching and interrogating suspicious persons.

Despite this, officials are still killed every day. Although the position is not high, it is officially certified by the imperial court and represents the face of the imperial court.

Such a blatant assassination is simply a blatant provocation and clamor, not paying attention to the laws of the great man and the emperor.

The officials in the court are panicked, for fear that it will be their turn next.

For this reason, the imperial court issued a strict order to arrest the murderer within three days of Chang'an Order.Otherwise, punish him for dereliction of duty, pack up and leave.

During the three days, the poor Chang'an Ling couldn't sleep and couldn't eat. Many suspects were arrested, and there were not a few people who were beaten into tricks.

However, the assassination in the city is still happening everywhere.

When the three days were up, Chang'an Ling could not hand over the murderer, so he was dismissed from office.

The position of Chang'an Ling was originally an excellent job, but at this time it became a hot potato, and no one dared to take it over.

At this time, the Cui family recommended a little-known figure, Feng Chang, Zhang Yuan, who used to carry the Propaganda Center in Luoyang.

Only one day after taking office, Zhang Yuan set up a trap, which made the assassin throw himself into the trap and was successfully captured.

After some torture to extract a confession, the assassin named 'Xuan Sijiu' couldn't bear the torture, and finally let go, confessed to all the previous assassinations, and revealed the mastermind behind it, Dong Zhuo.

After the assassin was caught, no more officials were assassinated.

When this matter was reported, all the officials heard the 'truth' and hated Dong Zhuo even more, wishing to tear up the old thief's tendons and make him ashes.

For this reason, the imperial court issued an edict that anyone who could remove Dong Zhuo's head would be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold and granted the title of Marquis of a Thousand Households.

Some families of the officials who were assassinated also issued huge sums of money to take Dong Zhuo's life.

As the saying goes, under the reward, there must be a brave man.

All of a sudden, there was an upsurge in assassinating Dong Zhuo, and countless savages set off to Luoyang one after another, looking for an opportunity to take Dong Zhuo's head off.

People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

Dong Zhuo, who was far away in Luoyang, hadn't figured out what was going on, and the assassinations came one after another, exhausting him physically and mentally.Originally, it was a difficult predicament where everyone was besieged from all sides, but now it was even more suspicious, and everyone looked like an assassin.

However, Dong Zhuo is also a good fortune teller. Although he encountered several assassinations, he was stunned to let those assassins succeed.

In Chang'an City, the real behind-the-scenes planner is leisurely strolling around the west market at the moment.

Although the organization's assassination this time took a great risk, fortunately it was successfully completed.Not only were those officials who had the intention of seizing power cleaned up in sevens and eights, but all the dirty water was poured on Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo's reputation was already bad, and this time it was even more difficult to wash it away.

In addition, Zhang Yuan was also pushed up.

Zhang Yuan has always been ambitious and wanted to climb the ladder.After the death of the former boss Zhang Rang, he saw the wind and hugged Lu Bu's thigh in time, so that he could not capsize when the court suppressed Zhang Rang's forces.

There are many things that are not easy to come forward, which just pushed him to the position of Chang'an Order.

As for the assassin who died, it was a pity, but it finally played its due value.

Arriving at the Chang'an market, within two steps, more than a dozen urchins in ragged clothes ran past in front of them chasing and playing, like a small train, laughing and singing rhythmically: "Daddy!" In the Han Dynasty, there was an imperial court, plenty of food and clothing, and no refugees. The inspection system is really good... To promote talents, but not to know books; "

The immature child's voice kept replaying in his mind, which touched Xi Ce's heart.

The old firewood seller next to him sighed after listening to the nursery rhyme: "Oh, the judges come and go, the officials are always those young masters from aristocratic families, when will it be our turn to be a baby from a poor family!"

"Old Weitou, most of you have already fallen into the loess, what are you doing with your leisure?" The middle-aged vendor next to him said.

"It's not that I want to worry about it, but it's really a pity to see those dolls who have studied hard for more than ten years, filled with book knowledge, but can't find a place to stay, and finally died of starvation and freezing on the street. What a pity! "The old man shook his head and sighed. He has lived his whole life, and he has seen too many such things.

"Then I can't blame others, I can only blame myself for being cast in the wrong fetus, not having enough to eat, and thinking about being an official, just dreaming." Someone sneered.

"After my mother-in-law gives birth to a baby, I will never let the cub bang these things. It is better to go to the fields with me to plow the land. If you are lucky, you can still fill your stomach." A shirtless farmer also joined in , grinning silly.

Hearing the words, Xi Ce stopped, looked at these people and asked with a smile: "According to what you say, poor scholars can't be officials?"

After hearing these words, several people looked over, and after looking at Xi Ce up and down, they reckoned that Xi Ce was also a Confucian scholar who came to Chang'an to seek an official position.

Hearing the conversation here, a down-and-out scholar in a light blue shirt came over, his tone quite dejected: "It's not impossible, but the chances are slim!"

Think about it, there are countless people who come to Beijing from all over the state and county every year to seek official positions. They all feel that they have the ability to manage the family and manage the country, and they can be favored by the emperor.

But in fact, there are only a few people who have really seen the emperor, and most of the people who can be entrusted with official positions are people with background and family background.

It's difficult for a humble scholar to become an official!

"It would be great if it could be fair to us people." The scholar sighed and left here quickly. Perhaps in his heart, he still had the last glimmer of fantasy.

These words reminded the drama that it is not only the children of noble families who are capable in the world, it is only because the family monopolizes the channels to become officials that it makes it difficult for the poor.

We have to think of a new system for selecting officials, so that students from poor families all over the world can have the opportunity to show their talents.

Playing tricks pondered secretly in his heart.

Back at the mansion, Xi Ce told Guo Jia about this.

"You will be sprayed to death by those old guys!"

Guo Jia rolled his eyes. In his opinion, the proposal of the play is undoubtedly whimsical. In the end, he did not forget to add, "Even if you have Lu Bu backing you, it won't work."

The centuries-old system cannot be broken at will, not to mention that with Lu Bu's current strength, it has not yet reached the point where everyone must abide by it.

"The arms can't twist the thighs. You, if you really want to think about the poor family, you might as well think about how to climb higher. When the time comes, you can recommend more poor families."

Guo Jia shrugged, there is no fairness in this world.

Can being born in a royal family be the same as being born in a peasant family?

The drama also disagreed with Guo Jia, just smiled: "If you can't screw it too much, you have to screw it to know."

Even if there are all kinds of difficulties and exhaustion, if there is any hope, I am willing to give it a try.

(End of this chapter)