Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Fu Qianming was a man who had fought his way through the officialdom of Dayan, so he did not ask about the flaw that Yuan Congqian deliberately left in his words: "I feel something in my heart." If Fu Qianming had asked Yuan Congqian why he felt that the Duke of Shu would threaten him and his cousins ​​Wei Yanwu, the initiative of the conversation would have belonged to Yuan Congqian.

Unfortunately, he didn't, and Yuan Congqian could only return to Fu Qianming's interrogation rhythm.

Yuan Congqian raised his head and looked directly into Fu Qianming's eyes:

"I have been mourning for my late father, burning incense to commemorate him, thinking about him day and night, fearing that I would be disrespectful and let the people of Dayan and Taira laugh at my royal relatives. As the mourning period is about to end, I picked up my pen and sharpened my ink to write a 1,200-word memorial to my late father. I have never been strict with my servants, so how can I say that I failed to supervise them?"

"Two thousand and two hundred words?"

"Do you not believe in my filial piety, Grand Marshal? Let me recite: The late Heavenly Master Yuan was born with a bright virtue, and was broad-minded and tolerant. The country remembers his wise teachings, and scholars think of his wise advice. His spirit is mysterious and his body is dim, and he is so bright! When I was young, I was promoted to the imperial court. I was accepted by Your Majesty with my stubborn and crude appearance..."

Yuan Congqian recited it in a low voice, as if he was still immersed in the sorrow of Yuan Kerang's death.

Even Zuo Xuanliao, who had been listening and disliked Yuan Congqian, nodded secretly. This was a slightly modified version of Cao Cao's "Sacrificial Letter to the Bridge Official". The words were simple and ancient, and they matched the rhythm of the rhythm. It was not the tone of a son addressing his father, so it was obviously impossible that it was written by Yuan Congqian.

When Zuo Xuanliao looked at Yuan Congqian, there was already a hint of pity in his eyes.

It's not because of how touching it is that Yuan Congqian wrote this brilliant eulogy for his deceased father, but because it's pitiful that he didn't even know he was being betrayed, and he even memorized such a long eulogy to try to deceive Fu Taiwei, one of the most shrewd people in Dayan.

Fu Qianming listened with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Yuan's words are touching and full of love."

Yuan Congqian lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes, and he was about to burst into tears.

Fu Qianming was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up.

He walked to the window, turned his back to Yuan Congqian, and looked into the distance:

"When your father was alive, I had a great time talking to him. We became close friends and wished we could drink wine under the moon and write poems by candlelight. The emperor today is kind and compassionate to the important officials of the Heavenly Master. Even if you know nothing about Originium, you can still be appointed as a minister and work as an idle minister in the Ministry of Rites... You don't need to get involved in the Dragon Heir anymore."

The implication was that he announced as a general that he would treat this incident as if it had never happened, and the Yan court would no longer investigate the rumor of the royal family killing each other based on Yuan Congqian's clues. In the future, Yuan Congqian would study hard in the Imperial College and remain a good relative of Yan.

Don't talk about the lack of unity like the Xuanwu Gate Incident anymore

Of course, he also stated his conditions:

No further contact with the Duke of Wei is allowed.

This had no binding force on Yuan Congqian at all, as he didn't even know the Duke of Wei.

Fu Qianming was sitting on the sofa, staring at Yuan Congqian until he got scared, then he spoke: "The Yuan family is not good at discipline, and as the eldest nephew of Zhenlong, you naturally have to help Zhenlong. Also, starting tomorrow, you will go to the Imperial Academy for classes, and don't slack off, or you will disgrace your father Yuan Tianshi's name."

"Yes. I am deeply grateful and would like to thank the Grand Marshal for his insight."

Yuan Congqian naturally bowed in greeting, acknowledging the fact that he was instructed to spread rumors.

Zuo Xuanliao stood behind Yuan Congqian, looking at this relative who was sold out but still had to thank the Taiwei for being so kind, and shook his head secretly:

"Poor Empress Yuan was the mother of the country. Brothers Yuan Kerang and Yuan Keyong moved mountains and filled the sea, fought in the battle of Yumen... The eldest son of the Yuan family in the capital is actually involved in such a terrible case and is completely unaware of it. Before entering the Taiwei Mansion, he was still in the mood to play with the mansion guards."

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Zhuque Street, Anlefang, Fuchunlou.

Yuan Congqian ordered a bowl of Tieniu beef noodles, threw a Victorian silver coin to the shopkeeper, and sat down in a corner. The wooden screen could only separate the tables, but it couldn't block the aroma of meat. Just smelling the meat on other people's tables made Yuan Congqian salivate.

You are not allowed to eat meat or drink alcohol during the mourning period.

This rule is no longer followed by the people of Dayan. On the contrary, the higher up the social class, the more attention they pay to it. The system of mourning and mourning is still preserved. After all, after entering the modern society, the traditional concepts of Dayan have been deconstructed, and it is not bad to have filial piety to promote it.

Yuan Congqian's gaze drifted towards the shopkeeper.

In addition to the shopkeeper, waiter and helper, there is also an old scholar who can be seen everywhere in the Dayan store today, who is responsible for identifying the currency handed over by the guests. In addition to the large number of Victoria coins held by Yuan Congqian's family, the Columbian gold certificates and Ursus Cherwen can also be circulated, which shows the financial chaos.

It will be a few years before Dayan conducts a pilot project in Longmen and trial-issues Longmen coins.

The mainstream national currencies of Yan State are now copper coins and Jiaozi, and a small number of silver shops in border cities have issued flying coins.

As silver flowed out and gold products continued to appreciate, ordinary people in Da Yan abandoned the heavy metal coins and Jiaozi, which were not even equivalent to gold products, and began to use currencies flowing in from other countries. Victoria and Columbia accounted for a full 40% of the currency in circulation.

Which country can allow its legal currency to account for only 60%?

The internal affairs of Yan country are probably a mess.

Yuan Congqian listened carefully again. The knights-errant, hired workers, and farmers in the store all began to talk about the Xuanwu Gate incident in a low voice. The police from the Imperial Guard Bureau walked around, constantly sending people to spread rumors that the Xuanwu Gate incident was nonsense, and announced that the rumor spreader had pleaded guilty, but the rumor was spreading more and more.

This was partly due to the contribution of Master Chongyue, but also partly due to the fact that officials in the capital had no idea how to spread the rumors.

"You know, I heard that the Duke of Shu has already contacted the Tianshi Mansion and the Taiwei Mansion..."

"I didn't expect that Lin Yingmei, with her thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually wanted to kill the Duke of Wei!"

"Hush! You're going to die if you speak so loudly! I also heard that the son of Yuan Tianshi, who was specially ordered to be shot by the Lord of Shu, has not left the house for a year, claiming to be in mourning for his father. What do you think, could the son of Yuan Tianshi have already..."

A figure holding noodles walked up to Yuan Congqian and said with a smile:

"Sir! Your Tie Niu beef noodles are here. I've specially added extra chopped green onions for you!"

"Okay, thank you."

Chapter 6: Hearing that Chang'an is like playing chess

The next morning, the female official sent by Queen Yuan arrived.

His eyes were like knives, he wore a small silver seal, and the official seal on his waist was tied with a green ribbon. He did not wear jade or a sword. In modern times, the Great Yan Dynasty improved the eunuchs. They no longer produced eunuchs in the silkworm room, but used female officials to take care of the concubines. The person in front of Yuan Congqian was one of the female officials.

Yuan Congqian turned on the alarm clock and saw that it was only five o'clock. He complained quietly:

"What needs to happen so early?"

The female official glanced at Yuan Congqian and said coldly:

"Submit a memorial to the Emperor, expressing Mr. Yuan's gratitude and fear, and only then will the period of mourning be fulfilled."

"So I need to write a petition at five o'clock?"

The female official's voice became colder: "Yesterday was the anniversary of Yuan Tianshi's death. I think my husband must have followed the Great Yan rituals and stayed up all night in mourning, and didn't eat meat or drink wine?"

Yuan Congqian coughed and turned his head away from the female official: "Where is the paper?"

The female official handed over a roll of paper with a phoenix in the mouth from the Ye Palace.

When Yuan Congqian took a look, he saw that there were thousands of words written in standard official script on the paper. The beginning said "Your Majesty, I would like to report this to you at the risk of my life" and the end said "I am deeply terrified and I humbly hope that Your Majesty will forgive my arrogance. I am not worthy of fighting for my life." He almost wanted to throw the paper away with a slap!

Friends who were often killed by the emperor all know it.

This is the beginning of a memorial from a minister threatening the emperor with death!

Yuan Congqian tightly grasped the large wolf-hair brush handed to him by the female official. His palms were sweating profusely. He squinted his eyes, pretending to be sleepy, and carefully and quickly read the memorial that the emperor's nephew had "risked his life" to write to the emperor.

The content in the middle first describes Yuan Congqian's life experience from his own perspective, how he lost his father at a young age and was unable to attend school. He also expresses his admiration and gratitude to Zhenlong of Dayan, and thanks Zhenlong for being a parent who loves and cares about him so much that he is willing to employ and care about a person without any talent.

So far, it's pretty normal.

In the next paragraph, the real purpose is revealed:

I secretly think that the current situation is one that can make you cry bitterly, two that can make you shed tears, and six that can make you sigh deeply. The situation of the world is just suffering from a serious illness... I secretly heard that Shangshu Lingjie presented the "Shengping Strategy" 6 for the emperor and father, revising the laws and commercial taxes, and changing the currency system and writing. The capital city all praised the new etiquette and new culture. Isn't this a policy for the country? The wisdom of ordinary people can see what has happened, but not what will happen. The etiquette prohibits what will happen before it happens, while the law prohibits what will happen after it has happened...

Yuan Congqian's eyebrows twitched as he watched, then he calmed down, as if he had not yet woken up:

"Hmm, huh? Why are there words on it?"

The female official had been looking out the window, not seeing Yuan Congqian, who was lazy and disrespectful to his late father. She only said, "The Queen knows that you have not been fond of studying since you were young, so she has asked someone to write a letter for you. You only need to sign your name at the end, and then use the Heavenly Master seal left by Heavenly Master Yuan to stamp your name at the beginning."

"Oh, oh, okay, thank you." Yuan Congqian nodded in agreement and went to the study.

The female official followed behind him, watching Yuan Congqian take out the golden seal of the Heavenly Master from the golden box, dip it in red ink, and stamp it on the paper of the phoenix in the Ye Palace. Only then did her mood seem to improve a little. Yuan Congqian actually didn't want to get involved in this. There has always been a death in reform. What if he became the price?

Not necessarily. Yuan Congqian was the only son of the Yuan family in the capital. Empress Yuan would not risk the extinction of the Yuan family in the capital and invite a son of a large family from other cities to inherit the family by letting Yuan Congqian get involved. It is more likely that the emperor and the empress deliberately asked him to be the first person to do so.

Yuan Congqian tried to figure out the Queen's intentions and remained silent.

The female official had carefully packed the Ye Palace Phoenix Paper in a wooden box, turned around and looked at Yuan Congqian, reminding him:

"Okay, you can go back to sleep for a while. I'm going to Hanyuan Palace to find the Queen now. Don't be anxious, my dear. Once this petition is handed over, the Emperor will surely recall his feelings for Master Yuan. It is inevitable that you will be made a marquis. You can just have fun in the capital and go to the Imperial Academy more often."

"Thank you for the reminder." Yuan Congqian bowed and clasped his fists.

After the female official left, Zhongyue came in and brought Yuan Congqian some of his favorite hot dry noodles and pack animal meat wontons.

In order to keep it secret, Zhongyue jumped directly to the second floor and entered the study.

Yuan Congqian put the steaming plastic bag aside and sat down on the big chair in the study: "My aunt sent a female official to ask me to use my father's seal to stamp a memorial that has nothing to do with me."

Zhongyue originally wanted to speak, probably wanting to talk about the follow-up of Yuan Congqian sending him to spread rumors to confuse the enemy.

But seeing that Yuan Congqian had already spoken, he could only shut up and wait for Yuan Congqian to finish.

Yuan Congqian paused and continued, "That memorial was partly my thanks to Zhenlong for his kindness, and partly my support for your sister's reform plan. The part where I mentioned Zhenlong's kindness to my father was all to pave the way for my subsequent support for the reform plan.

According to the convention of Great Yan, the Heavenly Master has the honor but cannot obtain the title. My father passed away, and the True Dragon will definitely give me the title in order to take care of the Queen. This way, I am betting my own title to support the Grand Master's sister."

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan."

After hearing this, Chongyue's expressionless face suddenly relaxed and he looked more relaxed. In his opinion, with the support of the queen and the relatives of the Great Yan Dynasty, Sister Jie's new cultural movement would have more confidence and would not fail halfway.

You see, Chongyue has to thank us.

Yuan Congqian finished cooking Master Zhongyue and took out the hot dry noodles. The more he mixed them, the drier they became. He didn't know how to eat it for a moment, so he could only continue mixing them.

Seeing that Yuan Congqian was no longer talking, Zhongyue said:

"The Si Sui Tai ordered me to leave immediately today. I wanted to help the young master more, but now it seems that I can't do it. The young master will enter the Imperial College. If you need help, you can ask my sister who is the chief priest in the Imperial College for help."

The letter indicated that the young man Yuan in front of him knew that the Chief Academic Officer of the Imperial Academy was also one of his younger brothers and sisters.

"It's okay, this effect is enough for now."

Yuan Congqian nodded slightly and explained, "Sometimes, when you want to force everyone to know something, it's not good to tell them directly. Like now, the Military Affairs Department strictly prohibits discussion, and the Zongzheng Mansion posts a notice to punish the crime. It will soon become popular throughout the Great Yan territory."

"If he is popular throughout the whole territory of Dayan, then the Duke of Shu must be popular too?" Zhongyue had a conflicted expression.

Yuan Congqian knew that Zhongyue had always been a decent character from a martial arts novel, so he added:

"Grandmaster, you don't understand, do you? If Queen Yuan and I follow your sister Jie's memorial, it means that Duke Wei also follows it! As a result, it means that all the nobles in Dayan support your sister's reform policies, and the only ones who suffer are those poor local bureaucrats. And Duke Shu, can he help you? If he is offered, would you dare to accept it?"

The Yan Kingdom is a thousand-year-old dynasty. By making the Duke of Shu bound to the Xuanwu Gate for life, Yuan Congqian’s goal has been achieved.

As for how the Duke of Shu will become a relative in charge of the government after becoming a true dragon, Yuan Congqian can slowly figure it out with these big fire insects who are promoting the civilian use of electricity in other countries but are obstructing modernization reforms and engaging in corruption.

"...I hope I did the right thing."

Zhongyue listened to Yuan Congqian's words and sighed:

I always feel that Yuan Congqian is not a good person, and I am not a good person either.

Chapter 7: Wuling’s Clothes and Horses Are Light and Fat

At noon, breakfast is served.

After submitting his petition to the emperor, Yuan Congqian went to the Imperial Academy.

The good news is that Yuan Congqian had specifically inquired from his own employees and found out that directly admitted students like Yuan Congqian usually went to the military department.

Because of its wide enrollment range, the Imperial College graduates tens of thousands of students every year. The current school system is very similar to the university system of Yuan Congqian's previous life, with military, liberal arts, evolution, chemistry, etc. The traditional doctoral students in classics, history, and literature have all been relegated to liberal arts, which is a big step forward in education.

The chief priests and principals of the Imperial College also knew that it was good enough for these noble and wealthy young men not to cause harm to other students. How could they be expected to study hard in the Imperial College? They were all assigned to the military department and separated from the other subjects, and that was it.

After bidding farewell to Chongyue, Yuan Congqian set out on the road to the Imperial College. As soon as he stepped onto the street of the Imperial College, he immediately noticed the handsome young man Zuo Xuanliao. So, he quickened his pace without hesitation and walked straight towards Zuo Xuanliao.

It has to be said that college students who are specially recruited by the Military Commission do have their strengths.

Zuo Xuanliao held a sword in one hand and a hot breakfast in the other. His long indigo hair was like jade, and he looked even more handsome than his future descendant Zuo Le. If Yuan Congqian was asked to think of the most suitable adjective, he could only think of Zhou Gongjin from the Three Kingdoms.

Zuo Xuanliao was chatting with a young man in blue at this time.

He heard footsteps rushing towards him, turned around and looked back, his face changed:

"Yuan Congqian! What do you want to do?"

The blue young man looked at the brown-haired cat man rushing towards him with a smile, put away the jade fan in his hand, and retreated behind Zuo Xuanliao.

Yuan Congqian grabbed the wrist of top young talent Zuo Xuanliao and said with a smile:

"This is my first day at the Imperial College. I don't know where the military exam venue is."

"Why should I tell you?"

Zuo Xuanliao snorted and tried to shake off Yuan Congqian's hand. He shook it up and down twice, but Yuan Congqian's hand was tightly clasped around his wrist and he couldn't get away for a while! He could only blame himself in his heart for chatting with others and getting stuck with something that he couldn't get rid of.

Yuan Congqian said, "I wrote a petition to my aunt this morning and asked her to pass it on to my uncle. If you don't tell me, I will never let you enter the capital of Dayan in your life."

The young man took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: