?On July 30, the Duhu Mansion rests at the end of the month.
Yan Xulun, the deputy captain of the Shenwei Army, sat on a gorgeous woven blanket, drinking fragrant tea while flipping through a book.
He is fifty-nine years old, but he is well maintained. His eyes are bright, his temples are plump, his skin is shiny and bright, and wrinkles on his face are rare. Coupled with his well-trained muscles, he looks like he is only in his early thirties.
Because the booklet was sent here not long after it was printed, there was still a strong smell of ink floating on it, but he didn't seem to dislike it at all, and looked through the pages carefully, nodding his head from time to time.
What is used in this book is not Tianxia language, but an ancient language that he asked Qiu Xueling to search and sort out from ancient bark books for twenty years.
According to Qiu Xueling's textual research, this is the script used by the Antuke people, that is, the ancestors of the An people. He now calls it "Anwen".
Yan Xulun's own name is a typical Tianxia name, but he is actually an Anxia mixed blood.
In the Shenwei army, there are such people everywhere now, and even a large part of them are barbarians who don't know Tianxia characters, but they just took the name of a Tianxia person, such as Su Kuang, who was severely injured by Zhang Yu. in this way.
Therefore, the current Shenwei army, no matter from the point of view of their origin or their own interests, is the group of people who are most afraid of the Duhufu's contact with Tianxia's mainland.
A golden bell rang outside the gate, and a servant came in, bowed and said: "Master Xiao, Mr. Xiao is here."
Yan Xulun put down the book and said, "Please come in."
After a while, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old came in from the outside, holding a folding fan and wearing a straight suit.
It is obviously not the first time he has come here. When he came to the hall, he came up to salute, and said very casually: "I don't know what Captain Yan asked me to do today? But do you want to write any articles?"
Yan Xulun gave a signal, and handed over a prepared newspaper to Xiao Qingshu, and he said, "Mr. Xiao, what do you think of the person mentioned in the newspaper?"
Xiao Qingshu took the newspaper, opened it for a few glances, let out a hey, and said, "So it's Zhang Shenzhi, I know this person, and I've noticed recently that all the articles about him these days are from the Security Council. The newspaper office, this is obviously the Security Council is building up momentum for him, and wants to recommend him as a 'scholar' next year."
Yan Xulun shook his head and said: "Mr. Xiao is very accurate. Mr. Xiao, your brother is the head of the household, and you have also worked as a writer for the Office of the Rites. You should be familiar with the etiquette system. Please tell me, This Zhang Yu, um, Zhang Canzhi, is it possible for him to become a 'scholar'?"
Xiao Qingshu took it for granted: "If there is no one to stop it, it is of course. Kill the newt, save a boatload of lives; sign a state treaty, and retreat thousands of enemies while talking and laughing; kill the incarnation of the gods, and protect the government officials. , any one of these piles is enough for him to become a 'scholar', let alone three of them."
Yan Xulun was deep in thought, he didn't show anything on the surface, but he was very vigilant in his heart.
The number of "scholars" is very rare, at most no more than 30 to 40 people. The reason why the number is uncertain is that some people are too old and have been living in seclusion on the outer islands. Know if those old guys are still alive.
But it is undeniable that once Zhang Yu became a "scholar", from Zhang Yu's background, current status, and past attitude towards the Shenwei Army, he was doomed to be their enemy.
This is only about public affairs, if it is about private
In short, such a person who is destined to become an opponent must not be allowed to grow up!
He said: "Then ask Mr. Xiao, is there a way to stop this and restrain this person?"
Xiao Qingshu let out a hey, and said: "I have inquired about this person's past experience. He is a cultivator of the Xuanfu. Those old stubborn people like it. He just said that he retreated from the Claw Tribe and eliminated a war, and even let these local barbarians take the initiative to learn Tianxia characters and language, and those old stubborn people may have changed their views on him."
? To educate the local barbarians, Bude Quartet, from the perspective of the traditional conservatives, this is a greater bonus than defeating the enemy with words, and this alone can ignore the self-recommendation.
In fact, Xiao Qingshu still finds it a bit inconceivable that Zhang Yu can actually make the Tuman offer to learn Tianxia's written language? Since the establishment of the Protectorate's Mansion, there has never been such a thing.
Some people say that this is the credit of Yang Ying's 30,000 troops. But he sneered at this. When the Duhu Mansion arrived, wouldn't the army be more powerful? I have not seen any indigenous tribe take the initiative to make this request.
Hearing what he said, Yan Xulun was not in a hurry, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiao, I believe you must have a way."
Xiao Qingshu smiled. At this time, he glanced left and right. The servant next to him was very winking, and immediately brought a soft stool covered with brocade cushions. He sat down and said: "Actually, there is no breakthrough. It depends on the public opinion, but also depends on the public's word of mouth." He drew a circle with his fingers, as if disturbing something, "There is room for manipulation here."
Yan Xulun nodded and said, "Mr. Xiao, please continue."
Xiao Qingshu opened the fan and fanned it twice, and said: "If you want to ruin a person's reputation, there is no better way to start with his virtue. How many people in the past have fallen on this. This is also a tried-and-true trick."
Yan Xulun said: "Mr. Xiao, you also said that this Zhang Yu is a monk and lives a simple life. I'm afraid he can't find any blemishes on his conduct."
Xiao Qingshu chuckled and said: "No one is perfect, it depends on how much effort we are willing to put in."
Yan Xulun heard the pun in his words, smiled generously, and said: "Since Mr. Xiao is sure, then I will leave this matter to Mr. Xiao. If it is done, you can pay the price as you like."
"Okay!" Xiao Qingshu cheered up, he cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll give it a try!"
After Xiao Qingshu said goodbye to Yan Xulun, he went back to his house, and for a few days, he started looking for Zhang Yu's past.
These things are difficult to find out, but relying on his elder brother as the head of the household, he secretly forced an official of the household office to copy some of Zhang Yu's posting documents by means of bribery and intimidation.
He studied it carefully, and found that since Zhang Yu entered the academy, there were almost no records, only a few places appeared before boarding the Dafu, but the place was too remote, and many places were deserted, so it was impossible for him to to investigate.
However, there are some places in the road sticker records of the Daifuku that are unclear.
But now, it seemed that he could only start from here, so he decided to use gold yuan to clear the way, and ordered his subordinates to collect Zhang Yu's specific experience on the Dafu at that time.
After explaining the matter, he picked up a newspaper on the case and read it, but after only two glances, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's this Tao Sheng again!"
As a person who relies on words to make a living, he hates the person who signed "Tao Sheng" very much.
Under Yan Xulun's instigation before, he would often make up some things, such as giving the An people a tall origin, or blowing up the former tribe of the An people as a rich and powerful civilized country, or making the An people The light yellow pupils are said to be golden, descendants of the sun god, and so on.
It's just that many of the stories he made up were cleaned up by Tao Sheng, and the scriptures were quoted with detailed textual research and sources.
They all have to eat, is it necessary to be so ruthless?
Fortunately, he is not helpless, every time he talks about him from left to right.
You talk to me about textual research, and I talk about legends with you; you talk about legends with me, and I talk about humanities; you talk about humanities with me, and I talk about blood relationship with you.
In short, you say yours, and I say mine.
But even so, due to the limited space of the newspaper, there is not enough space for turning in, so he ends up dismal every time.
However, the public liked to read the debate between the two in the newspaper, and even the sales of the newspaper increased a lot, so it unexpectedly brought him a reputation, which also brought him a lot of benefits.
It's just that what makes him unhappy is that among the things the public likes, every time he jumps up and down, he is refuted with a shattered body and a hard-spoken look.
For the sake of money, he endured it.
He put down the newspaper, turned the corner of his eyes to the letter of appointment from the newspaper office on the corner of the table, and snorted, showing a look of disdain.
Now that I have Yan Xulun's business, do I still need to get together to scold him?
With a few sneers, he picked up the pen, filled it with ink, and honestly began to compile the article.
This time, his writing was flowing like a fountain, and he didn't stop writing until the evening. Looking at an article on the paper, he was quite satisfied with the smooth and changeable writing style.
Although he knew that this article would be dismissed as worthless rubbish in a few days, there was a strange sense of happiness in his heart.
At this time, a servant came in and whispered something in his ear.
He was pleasantly surprised: "Where are people?"
Ye Cong said: "It's just outside the door."
Xiao Qingshu said: "Okay, okay, take me to the side hall quickly."
After giving the order, he changed his clothes and came out, and saw a bearded middle-aged man sitting in the living room, who seemed to be very down-and-out.
However, it can be seen from the callus-free hands and fairer skin that this person should have been a pampered person before. Although the clothes on his body were a bit worn out, they were very close-fitting, and they must have been tailored by a special person.
He arched his hands, and said very politely: "My lord, Xiao Qingshu, may I ask what your honor is called?"
The middle-aged man stood up, bowed his body, and replied somewhat flattered: "Helian Zhan, Mr. Xiao can just call me Helian."
? If you like the Xuanhun Dao Chapter, please collect it: The Xuanhun Dao Chapter is updated the fastest. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?He changed his clothes and came out, and saw a middle-aged man with a beard sitting in the living room, who looked very down-and-out.
However, it can be seen from the callus-free hands and fairer skin that this person should have been a pampered person before. Although the clothes on his body were a bit worn out, they were very close-fitting, and they must have been tailored by a special person.
He arched his hands, and said very politely: "My lord, Xiao Qingshu, may I ask what your honor is called?"
The middle-aged man stood up, bowed his body, and replied somewhat flattered: "Helian Zhan, Mr. Xiao can just call me Helian."
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