I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

The doctor shook his head and replied, "There is no signature below."

Speaking of this, he paused and continued:
"However, such headlines are generally used by the reporters of Zhufengxuan."

It seemed that Cheng Zhengdao had never heard of the name "Zhufengxuan".

He then explained: "Zhufengxuan is a bookstore opened last year, it is said that it is supported by the Xiangguo Mansion behind it, and the newspaper is their invention.

Since its establishment, in just one year, the scale has expanded several times, and now it is the largest bookstore in Chang'an. Many popular scriptures are printed and published by Zhufengxuan.

Reporters are a vocabulary created by Zhufengxuan, which means recorders, and they are actually a group of scholars supported by Zhufengxuan.

On weekdays, I wandered around, recorded anecdotes and strange things that happened in various places, wrote articles, and published them in newspapers. "

Bamboo Wind Pavilion.

Prime Minister.

newspaper.

The combination of these three words made Cheng Zhengdao immediately realize the crux of the problem.

"It turns out that the people from the Xiangguo Mansion are arranging the old man!"

Cheng Zhengdao's old face showed anger, and he stood up from the chair abruptly, gritted his teeth and said:

"The majestic prime minister of a country, the head of a hundred officials, is so narrow-minded. The old man is just speaking out and admonishing, and he is so slandered and insulted. It is really shameless!"

The more he said, the more angry his expression became.

His old face was flushed red, as if he wanted to swallow Fang Xiusheng alive.

aside.

Seeing this scene, the doctor couldn't help but said: "Cheng Jijiu, I think this matter should have nothing to do with the prime minister, after all, the prime minister is still leading the army in Yongzhou to fight against Yan."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Zhengdao.

"If it wasn't for his instigation, who would dare to arrange court officials like this!"

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Hearing this, the doctor couldn't help complaining in his heart: Master Jijiu, you have no real power, and there are quite a few people who dare to do this.

The six ministries, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the Minister of Dali Temple, and Your Majesty.

I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it.

Lord Jijiu has no real power, compared to other ministers.

Even if he has a PhD, it's more than enough.

Seeing that the doctor did not refute, Cheng Zhengdao sat back on the grand teacher's chair, gritted his teeth and said: "This old man wants to report this matter to His Majesty, and let His Majesty decide for this old man!"

After the words fell, he picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, and began to write the memorial.

After a while.

Cheng Zhengdao put down his pen, browsed through it, confirmed that the words were correct, handed the memorial to the doctor, and ordered: "Send this memorial to the palace!"

"Yes, Lord Jijiu."

The doctor reached out to take the memorial and saluted.

Then, he left the house.

Cheng Zhengdao looked at his back, and the content of that article appeared in his mind again.

He actually slandered him as being as good as Long Yang, and even fabricated a lot of evidence, which looked no different from the real one.

If it wasn't for him who wrote the article, he would have thought that the content of the article was the truth.

"Blood spraying people, it's really hateful!"

The more Cheng Zhengdao thought about it, the more depressed he became. After a while, he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, stood up from the chair, pushed open the door, and planned to go to the yard to relax.

but.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, he saw several doctors and teaching assistants gathered together, discussing something in a low voice, looking furtive.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Zhengdao showed dissatisfaction on his face, walked over, and asked calmly: "What are you talking about, come and listen."

"What else can we talk about, of course it's Cheng Jijiu Youlong"

Halfway through the speech, it stopped abruptly.

Seeing that it was Cheng Jijiu himself who was asking the question, the teaching assistant hastily kept silent.

The other doctors and teaching assistants also lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

When Cheng Zhengdao heard the word "Dragon", he immediately understood what they were trying to say, a surge of anger arose in his heart, and his face flushed red.

He wanted to say that the article in Daqian Monthly was slander!It's a rumor!It's something out of nothing!It's blood spitting!
However, saying this is tantamount to putting this matter on the bright side, even if it is clarified to a few people, it seems extremely powerless.

Cheng Zhengdao stood where he was, neither leaving nor staying. After holding back for a long time, he finally said: "Go back to teach!"

In fact, at this hour, all the students of the Imperial College had gone home.

But the doctor and teaching assistants still saluted and replied:

"Yes!"

When you're done, turn around and leave.

After walking a few steps, I couldn't help but look back at him.

That look meant a lot.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhengdao felt a stagnation in his chest, which was hard to dispel, so that he couldn't breathe smoothly.

"Introspect without guilt, so why worry and fear!"

Cheng Zhengdao took a deep breath, and silently recited the famous words of the ancestors in his heart, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.

"call--"

After a while, Cheng Zhengdao's mood eased a little, he exhaled a foul breath, and walked outside.

After walking a few steps, I saw doctors and teaching assistants from the Taixue Hall gathered together to discuss.

Perhaps it is because the Taixue Hall is far away from the Guozi Hall where the sacrificial wine is located.

The doctors and teaching assistants of the Taixue Hall talked unscrupulously, and they could hear clearly from a long distance away.

"Did you read today's Dagan Monthly? Our Imperial College made the headlines!"

"Of course! Not only Dagan Monthly, Chang'an Weekly, Zuihua News, Daily Tabloid, but also several other well-known newspapers, the front page headlines are all about this."

"Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. As a member of the Imperial College, I can't bear to read this article."

"Our country's Zijian is a place for the imperial court to cultivate outstanding talents who cultivate themselves to govern the country and the world. For this reason, we, the doctors, study rigorously and teach diligently.

Now because of an unspeakable scandal, he has become the laughing stock in the eyes of the people all over the world. It is really sad and lamentable! "

"Speaking of which, Master Jijiu really has this hobby? Why have I never heard of it before?"

The undisguised comments reached Cheng Zhengdao's ears.

Annoyance swept over again.

Cheng Zhengdao stood where he was, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the doctors with gritted teeth, his body trembling uncontrollably due to anger.

The whole person was obviously annoyed to the extreme.

at this time.

The doctors finally noticed Cheng Zhengdao's appearance, and they hurriedly kept silent, all of them looked a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Cheng Zhengdao wished to slap them, but his self-cultivation prevented him from doing so.

Standing there, trembling for a long time, he still chose to pretend to be indifferent and leave quickly.

All the way through Guangwen Museum, Simen Museum, library.

The doctors and teaching assistants I met, without exception, were all discussing this matter.

this moment.

Only then did Cheng Zhengdao realize that that article was even more terrifying than he had imagined!
The so-called fearful words...

Today he was taught!

"No! That article must not be allowed to continue to spread! The old man wants to meet the Holy One! Let the Holy One order that those who spread rumors be severely punished!"

Standing outside the Imperial Prison, Cheng Zhengdao recalled the discussion he had just heard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he thought so.

Don't dare to hesitate any more.

Cheng Zhengdao summoned a carriage and went straight to the palace.

Halfway there, there was a muffled sound from under the carriage, and then it stopped.

"Why did you stop!"

Sitting in the carriage, Cheng Zhengdao asked in a hurry.

"The wheel is stuck by a stone, please wait a moment and move the stone away!"

The coachman replied.

Cheng Zhengdao frowned when he heard this, but he didn't say anything, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

at this time.

There was a discussion outside the carriage.

"Have you heard of it? The Guozijian sacrificial wine, our well-known Confucian Cheng Zhengdao, actually has that kind of hobby."

"Is there anyone in Chang'an who doesn't know about this? It's a moral loss!"

"I've heard for a long time that some scholars like to raise book boys, but I didn't expect that the majestic Guozijian Jijiu would also... hey."

"The Guozijian sacrificial wine is not a good thing, and it is expected that this kind of thing will happen."

"how do I say this?"

"I heard people say that Guozijian Jijiu strongly opposed all kinds of newspapers and story books. He wrote to the court repeatedly, asking for the ban on "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Romance of the Gods", "The Legend of Xu Xian", " "The Story of the West Chamber".

In addition, he also complained about the current emperor and the prime minister, thinking that the emperor and the prime minister did not know how to educate the people.

Opening workshops, recruiting artisans, mining mines, and creating tax courts are all bribes to the people, not a long-term strategy for governing the country
Moreover, I also heard people say that Fang Xiang planned to build many academies in Chang'an before he set off to study for the children of poor people without charging any money!

What a good thing!But after hearing about the Jijiu of Guozijian, they wrote five memorials in a row, opposing it!

A person who can do such a thing, what a good thing! "

in the carriage.

When Cheng Zhengdao heard the comments of passers-by, his heart instantly became cold.

He hadn't thought of it anyway.

In just one day, that article has spread throughout Chang'an.

Now, it is not only him who is humiliated, but also the Guozijian, and even the entire imperial court!
Besides.

There is also an example that the Guozijian sacrificial wine listed by the passerby is not a good thing.

All are real events.

It is human nature for the princes of the imperial court to know these things.

However, any passer-by on the street could tell in such detail that he couldn't help but wonder if someone was spreading the news.

and.

In his view, there is nothing wrong with his claim.

He carefully polished every memorial, carefully considered every sentence, and every argument was well-founded.

But in the mouths of passers-by, there are only conclusions and no reason, and it becomes completely different.
"Who is it that framed the old man like this! This is to put the old man to death!"

this moment.

Even if you keep silently saying "Introspection is not guilty, the husband has no worries or fears".

Cheng Zhengdao still felt a wave of despair.

at this time.

The carriage has been repaired and continues to drive to the palace.

Sitting in the carriage, Cheng Zhengdao kept thinking about the people's discussions in his ears, and felt that every minute and every second was an incomparable torment.

I do not know how long it has been.

The carriage finally stopped.

"Sir, here we are."

The coachman's voice sounded, pulling Cheng Zhengdao back from his trance to reality.

Slowly getting off the carriage, walking towards the gate of the palace like a walking corpse.

"Old Master Guozijian's offering wine Cheng Zhengdao, please see Your Majesty!"

Cheng Zhengdao stood in front of the palace gate, looked at the guards, and said solemnly.

He heard the words "Cheng Zhengdao".

The expressions of the guards changed immediately, and they looked Cheng Zhengdao up and down with strange eyes.

This look made Cheng Zhengdao feel like a light on his back, and it was difficult to breathe.

"My lord, wait a moment, I will tell you now!"

A chief guard saluted, turned and left.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I do not know how long it has been.

The head guard returned to the gate of the palace, and said solemnly: "Master Jijiu, Your Majesty has ordered that the imperial court is busy these days and I don't have time to see you. If there is something to do, my lord can go back and write a memorial and send it to the palace."

Hearing this, Cheng Zhengdao was slightly taken aback.

Although Guozijian's sacrificial wine is not as good as the princes of the imperial court, it still has a certain status in the imperial court. It is not difficult to meet the Holy Majesty on weekdays.

Why can't I see His Majesty today.

Did I do something recently to offend His Majesty?

Thinking of this.

Cheng Zhengdao suddenly realized something, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he froze in place.

"I see."

By this time.

No matter how stupid you are, you can realize it.

Everything he encountered today is inextricably linked to that piece of advice.

The day after that piece of remonstrance appeared in the newspapers, all major newspapers unanimously published "Shock!Guozijian Jijiu is actually proficient in this way" as the headline on the front page.

There are only two people in the world who can do this!
One is Fang Xiu, a treacherous minister far away in Yongzhou.

The other is Your Majesty!
For the rest, even the Minister of Rites couldn't do it.

After all, different newspapers have different forces behind them.

Daqian Monthly has the strong support of Xiangguofu.

Except for the powerful traitor and the supreme emperor, no one can give orders to the newspaper.

"The one who spread rumors to slander the old man turned out to be His Majesty."

Guozijian Jijiu felt that his whole body had been greatly shocked, and stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

at this time.

A voice came from the side.

"Master Jijiu, Your Majesty will not see you today, you should come back earlier."

The chief guard looked at Cheng Zhengdao, and persuaded him earnestly.

These words pulled Cheng Zhengdao back from his trance.

He raised his eyes to look at the head of the guard, with a firm look on his old face, and said word by word: "I will die here if I don't see His Majesty today!"

The chief guard was not surprised when he heard this, he pondered for a few seconds, and said leisurely: "In this case, please invite Master Jijiu to enter the palace."

"Old man"

Cheng Zhengdao opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the chief guard let go, and he was stunned for a moment, subconsciously said: "Didn't you just say that His Majesty will not see the old man today?"

The chief guard replied: "Your Majesty said, if you force me to die, I will let you enter the palace."

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There was a trance in Cheng Zhengdao's eyes, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He found that the current majesty has changed and has become unreasonable.

There is no doubt that this is not a good thing for the court.

He frowned slightly, with a worried face, and walked into the palace.

After a while.

He came outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and said in a deep voice, "Guozijian offers wine to Cheng Zhengdao, please see Your Majesty!"

"allow!"

The queen's cold voice sounded.

Cheng Zhengdao took a deep breath and walked into the hall.

Just standing still, before I had time to salute, I heard the empress's voice sound again.

"I have already sent people to investigate. Cheng Jijiu is not different from ordinary people's hobbies. I plan to ask the imperial court to draw up a document to announce this to the world in order to quell the rumors. How does Cheng Jijiu feel?"