The next day, the Shen Ce Army returned triumphantly.

Martial commander Yang Xinghuai and Shence Army commander Yang Hong returned to Changdan City, Kyoto with hundreds of meritorious generals and thousands of soldiers.

The people of Changdan City greeted each other across the road, and the grand occasion was unprecedented.

Many restaurants and restaurants directly announced today's special offers, and some tile tiles also put out slogans for free performances, and many actors in brothels even sang for free.

Many literati wrote poems and essays to celebrate the great victory of the Yellow River mouth. Some storytellers directly compiled the Yang family’s father and son into the opera lyrics...

Yang Xinghuai and his son came to the imperial city with excitement and came to the imperial city with great courage.

After Zhao Yan met them, he rewarded them according to their merits and awarded them many honorary titles, hundreds of tables and banquets, and some items in the palace that seemed valuable but not very valuable.

He also wanted to wave his hand and shouted: Reward 100 acres of fertile land and 100 taels of gold!

Unfortunately, the Great Zhou Dynasty is so poor that the emperor has to pay his own pockets, so he can only be stingy.

As for asking Yang Xinghuai to be the official in prison, Zhao Yan did not mention a word, but waited for Xiao Jingye to owe Wu Shuai a favor.

Late at night, after the banquet celebration at the Wushuo Mansion, Xiao Jingye came to the Wushuo Mansion in casual clothes and a gift box.

Yang Xinghuai had just woken up and was about to fall asleep. When he heard that Xiao Jingye had come, he quickly got up to greet him in person.

"Xiao Xiang, it's almost three o'clock in the morning. I don't know what's going on?" Yang Xinghuai asked with a little drunk. During the day, Xiao Jingye had already celebrated him several times, so there must be something else to do here.

Xiao Jingye smiled slightly and said, "Supervisor Wu has made contributions to the country. As the head of all officials, I naturally want to express that this is the Bai Haoxue needle hidden in my family. I specially sent it to me for my brother to try it."

Yang Xinghuai looked at the gift box, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the alcohol in his body woke up instantly.

Bai Haoxue Needle!

Bai Haoxue Needle from Wuyi Mountain!

That is the top-notch tea, known as one pound of gold and one ounce of tea, and it only produces several pounds a year, and it is something that has no market value.

Xiao Jingye has always loved tea. Once the late emperor wanted to drink Bai Haoxue Needle, Xiao Jingye was reluctant to let him go. In the end, he just let the late emperor drink a few cups in his mansion.

As for Yang Xinghuai, it is impossible to drink Xiao Jingye’s cup of Bai Haoxue’s snow needle.

But now, Xiao Jingye actually gave him Bai Haoxue needle.

Yang Xinghuai blinked and twisted his thigh hard to confirm that he was not dreaming.

He knew very well that with his own achievements, it was impossible for Xiao Jingye to give away his precious tea.

Unless he can destroy Bei Meng, Xiao Jingye can still take out half of the Bai Haoxue needle that he had hidden privately.

"Brother Xiao, do you want me to do something? If you don't say it, I dare not ask for such expensive tea!" Yang Xinghuai's career has been cheated by Xiao Jingye countless times, so he is quite alert.

Xiao Jingye smiled slightly: "Brother Yang, let's go in and talk, go in and talk!"

A moment later, Yang Xinghuai's extremely surprised voice came from the study of the Marshal Wu's mansion.

"What? Let me be a prison officer, don't go, don't go!"

"If you take the tea, I won't drink it. I won't be lucky to drink this kind of good tea!"

"Xiao Jingye, you are too shameless. You have made me offend all the scholars in the world. I will not do it, and I will not do it if I beat you to death. I will not do it if Your Majesty ordered me to do it!"

"Xiao Jingye, do you believe it or not, I will resign tomorrow and retire!"

...

Yang Xinghuai shook his head repeatedly. He was unwilling to lose his integrity in his later years and was criticized by those scholars to death.

The tongue of a scholar is better than a thousand troops, and he has long experienced it.

...

An hour later, Xiao Jingye walked out of the study with a smile and said without looking back: "Brother Yang, don't give it away!"

Obviously, Yang Xinghuai was cheated again!

"Come to my house in the future!" Yang Xinghuai's depressed voice came from inside. He almost forgot that Xiao Jingye was the one who could speak the most among scholars.

The next day, the Secretariat issued an edict.

Cui Wanshan, the magistrate of Jicheng County, Tai'an Prefecture, Qingzhou, had five serious crimes, all of which were shocked, and all of them were there, which caused anger and resentment from heaven and people, and the people were living in trouble. The court would send Yang Xinghuai, the Privy Council envoy of the Privy Council, to be the decree of the prison and go to Jicheng prison and behead him today.

As soon as this edict was issued, it quickly swept across the entire literati class of the Great Zhou Dynasty. In addition to officials, there were countless scholars.

"It's unbearable. Was that little emperor crazy? The prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not the credit of our scholars. Killing the scholars and officials is a complete insult to us scholars."

"It is the ancestral teaching that the new emperor does not punish the scholars and officials. Isn't this afraid that the hearts of us scholars will be blew?"

"We must jointly write a letter. The ancestor system cannot be violated, and the dignity of the scholar-officials cannot be lost!"

...

Outside the court, scholars on the streets and alleys began to discuss.

However, no one mentioned whether Cui Wanshan should be killed, but they all started completely from their own interests, believing that the dignity of the scholars and officials could not be lost and the ancestral system of the Great Zhou Dynasty could not be destroyed.

Late at night, several civic officials gathered in a deep mansion in the west of the city.

This is the home of the censor Wu Chong. Since Wu Chong was beaten by Zhao Yan, he has been ill and is basically in a semi-retired state.

"Old Wu, Your Majesty's move is very inappropriate. If the precedent of killing literati and officials is set, then who will dare to give advice from us censors in the future?"

"Old Wu, Dazhou must not be ruined by this. At this moment, the resentment of scholars in the city has become a rush. You must take us out!"

"Your Majesty has just ascended the throne, and maybe he doesn't know the seriousness of this matter. We and the censors must tell Your Majesty!"

"Now Wen is obedient to His Majesty and lets His Majesty do whatever he wants. We should also impeach him!"

...

The censor Wu Chong listened to everyone's discussion and didn't say anything.

Late last night, Liu Chaotong, the director of Jixian Academy, came to find him. Before leaving, the sentence Liu Chaotong left was still wandering in Wu Chong's mind.

"Our Majesty has a unique behavior and has the potential to become a saint of eternal power. I think that with him, we can also become a famous minister of eternal power."

When Wu Chong heard this, he was stunned.

This evaluation is too high. Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it has experienced ten emperors, but none of them can be called the sage king of the ages.

Wu Chong's current negative effects on the scholar-official class are actually very clear, but as one of them, he naturally does not want to live in a sense of crisis every day.

He thought for a long time and said to everyone: "I'm old, you guys discuss this matter!"

...

Another day, only one day left before ten days.

The Wushang Yang Xinghuai will also leave Changdan City after the court meeting.

At this moment, Zhao Yan's dragon case was filled with notes.

Each civil servant can write, but everyone is thousands of words and is very excited.

Zhao Yan held the imperial pen and opened a memorial, looked at the beginning and the end, and commented on two words: read.

Any memorial against the beheading of Cui Wanshan, Zhao Yan would criticize two words: read.

Anyone who opposes the killing of Cui Wanshan and threatens to resign from his official position will criticize two words: Accurate.

Any memorial that supports the killing of Cui Wanshan, Zhao Yan will criticize two words: Not bad.

After reviewing it for a morning, Zhao Yan felt that his calligraphy was obviously good, and it was as fast as a signature.

But Xiao Jingye, Liu Chaotong, and Pan Wenyue were frowning. Most of the people who threatened to resign from their posts were civil servants. By tomorrow, a small half of the people in the Secretariat and the Censorate would be laid off.

So they could only keep picking and suppressing the memorials first.
Chapter completed!