Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 88 Throwing stones into the pond - small fish.

The most annoying people in the world are those who are shameless when given a chance in an emergency.

Guo Shuai was waiting outside with a whip in his hand. This guy refused to leave the cell. With Guo's temper, he would rush in in a while. Whoever talked nonsense would be whipped first.

What? Whipping an official appointed by the imperial court? You must be kidding. Old Guo is the life of the imperial court! Why do the barbarians retreat every time they reach the Yellow River? It's because of this old man. He has long said that if they cross the Yellow River, they will not encounter those drunkards. If they want to test whether Old Guo's sword is sharp, they can just step over the Yellow River and see.

By then, if we can lure out Old Guo and surround the Li father and son in Chang'an in the west and the Li father and son in Jizhou in the east, then the north will really be wiped out by them.

As for the question of why a gap should be left for these northern barbarians to allow them to enter and plunder, Xia Lin could not understand this operation. Because he had not yet reached that position, he could not really know what the situation was like above.

But one thing is certain: the imperial court could have wiped out the enemies in the north in one fell swoop, but they did not do so. Instead, they tore a hole in their own Great Wall.

It was obvious how much power struggle there was here. Xia Lin guessed that if the emperor really used all his military forces to plow the courtyard and sweep the cave, the inside would probably have been torn to pieces long ago while the cave was still dripping with water.

The power of the aristocratic families is really strong at the moment.

But Xia Lin leaned there and didn't care. After all, he was the one who called Lao Guo "Dad", and he was also helping him with things. Naturally, Lao Guo would not treat him as an abandoned child.

The standard of this three-court trial was not low. Those from the three departments who came here were all at the principal level. The highest was from the fourth rank, and the lowest was from the fifth rank.

It’s just a pity that this person, who has the highest authority among officials of the fourth rank, was beaten with a whip by Old Guo as if he were his son.

Seeing that Xia Lin didn't show up, Lao Guo swung the whip in the air with great force. The whip flowers exploded in the air, causing the experienced head of the Ministry of War to shudder all over. His face turned from blue to white and then to gray, and soon he looked like a dead man.

"Master Cui! Why haven't those soldiers outside left yet?"

At this moment, a voice of calling was heard outside, and then the head of the Dali Temple walked in angrily. He looked very young, his face had not been eroded by wind and frost, and was full of collagen. He was probably about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, so he should be a young and vigorous person.

"Master An, is it up to me to decide whether the soldiers outside should leave?"

"You are the head of the Ministry of War. All soldiers in the world belong to the Ministry of War. Why don't you have the final say?"

After saying this, Xia Lin in the prison and Cui Zhushi outside the prison couldn't help laughing. The young official was immediately furious. He pointed at Xia Lin and shouted angrily: "You are such a vicious person, and you are still laughing. Do you know where the law is in this world?"

Xia Lin looked at this and thought, wow...what's going on? Why would the court send such a young man?
He put away his smile and glanced at the head of the Ministry of War next to him. Mr. Cui of the Ministry of War touched his nose and looked extremely embarrassed. Then he silently took a step back and bowed to the young man. His tone became unfriendly: "Master An, I will go outside to tangle with the soldier. You can scold this villain."

After saying that, the old soldier ran away quickly. Only Xia Lin and a young man named An were left in the prison. Lord An stood in front of Xia Lin and looked at him coldly: "Traitors, this Wei Dynasty has become so unbearable because of people like you."

"Oh?" Xia Lin happened to be bored at the moment, so he found a place in the prison and sat down. "Sir, let's talk about this. You said that people like me disturbed the Great Wei Dynasty, but how could the Great Wei Dynasty be disturbed by people like me? Xia is just a small seventh-rank official, and the area under the jurisdiction of a small official is just a small area. The Buddhist temple behind your house is larger than the area under my jurisdiction, so how can it be said that I disturbed the Great Wei Dynasty?"

The young man snorted coldly: "If there is one, there will be two. If there are two, there will be three. If you are alone, you may not make any waves, but if there are thousands and thousands of you, you will become a force to be reckoned with." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, that's right, the land of Wei is full of termites. Why are there so many termites, Lord An? Then I would like to ask Lord An again, if those who are fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth rank are termites, are they still termites when they are first, second, third, and fourth rank? If so, then are you officials in the court termites? If not, why is it that when a seventh-rank official is promoted to a fourth-rank official, he is no longer a termite?"

Xia Lin was smiling and talking nonsense to this greenhorn, but his series of questions confused this hot-blooded young official from the Dali Temple. He was an expert in law but had never argued with anyone like this. Now, after the man in the cage opened his mouth to ask questions, he wanted to refute but found that he had no way to start.

"Oh, Lord An must have the answer in his mind. If what you said is true, wouldn't the Great Wei Dynasty have been eaten away by termites long ago? From top to bottom, inside and outside, there are termites everywhere, big ones and small ones. The 8,000-mile country is nothing but a golden exterior with rotten cotton inside. The three provinces, six ministries, and twelve government offices naturally include your Dali Temple. Then I dare to ask you again, Lord, are you a termite? If so, what qualifications do you have to judge me? If not, then Lord, ask yourself, do you deserve the official uniform you wear and the people's money you enjoy?"

"You~" Lord An took a step back. It was fine for Xia Lin to laugh at him, but now he was saying that he also enjoyed the people's money. Naturally, he was furious: "How dare you! I have been fair and honest since I became an official, and I have never enjoyed the people's money. How dare you, a traitor, slander me?"

Xia Lin laughed: "Just based on your words about traitors, you have read so much that it has become a dog's stomach. Okay, you said you didn't enjoy the people's blood and sweat, but I ask you, have you ever produced anything? Have you ever produced anything, even a needle and thread, a ladle or a bowl? Where do your food, clothing, and gold and silver salaries come from? Did they fall from the sky? Or did they come from the river? Haha, even if they came from the river, can Lord An bend down to pick them up?"

Lord An pursed his lips and said nothing, but he was naturally unconvinced: "But I protect the laws of the Wei Dynasty!"

"You're talking bullshit!" Xia Lin laughed. "You sound nice and righteous, but to be frank, you just believed one side of the story. If someone says I'm a traitor, you call me a traitor too. It's so funny. If a yes-man like this dares to claim to be a defender of the law, then you might as well tie a dog to your position and let it wear your official uniform and hat. I don't know if it can protect the law or not, but at least this dog can protect something."

"You~you~" Lord An's chest rose and fell violently: "What a sharp tongue."

"That's considered sharp-tongued. Oh, I understand. So the guarding law you mentioned is bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If you meet someone who can't speak, you will rush up and tear off a piece of meat while saying nonsense about the guarding law with a ferocious look in your eyes. If you meet someone who can argue with you, your sharp teeth will become sharp-tongued. Good, good, very good. Whether I am a borer of the country or not will be determined later, but I have seen the true face of this borer. It's just like the reeds on the wall, which are top-heavy and light-footed with shallow roots; the bamboo shoots in the mountains have sharp mouths, thick skins and hollow bellies. Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

Xia Lin was laughing so hard in the cell, while Lord An outside had a flushed face and was breathing rapidly. At this moment, the cell door happened to open and a gust of wind blew, and he fell straight down with his teeth clenched. Fortunately, there was a wall behind him to cushion his head from hitting the ground.

Xia Lin looked at his face and sneered. With such psychological endurance, he was still complaining. He was not as good as those trolls on Xyin. Some of the comments were like a sharp blade, and Xia Lin hadn't even used his strength yet. He just took out the blade and waved it, and the opponent fell down.

No wonder Situ Wang was talked to death by Prime Minister Zhuge Liang back then. He is so sensitive and still wants to have a debate like this. He really doesn't know how much he has to eat.

The people who came later first worked together to rescue Lord An, and then began to persuade Xia Lin again. Just when Xia Lin made Lord An so angry that he had intestinal obstruction, they went to explain the situation to Lao Guo, but Lao Guo just said, "I only want the result, not the process." Now these people were really panicked.

Who wouldn’t be afraid when encountering such a plague god?
When they first received this urgent task and came here, they were still thinking about it. They thought that such a small official had to be tried by three judges. What was the central government thinking?

But after arriving here, locking up Xia Lin, and then meeting Lao Guo, they realized that these three trials were just to divert direct conflicts. The old officials knew in an instant that someone was trying to muddy the waters.

They couldn't deal with Xia Lin, but the problem was that the central government had to convey a message to Lao Guo, that is, if you want to find fault with me, I can also find fault with you. The three-court trial was a retreat, and it seemed to be a case of catching an example, but in fact it was to tell Lao Guo to leave a way out for the future.

This is a fucking political wisdom. No one can react until the moment comes. When you put yourself in his shoes, you will find that even if the three courts and six ministries try together, they can't touch Lao Guo's people. Even if this matter comes to the emperor, at most he will raise it high and then let it go lightly, because no matter what, Lao Guo will not allow his people to be passive. Once he can't protect the people below him, you can imagine how many people will turn to the civil service group. And even the emperor will not allow this to happen.

Even though he is just a seventh-rank official, this is directly related to the top-level showdown.

But Xia Lin didn't believe it today. If he didn't disgust the other party, how could he be called Xia Daosheng? Just kidding, just wait and see.

(End of this chapter)