The court officials were whispering. Why did His Majesty give the Yu Sword to a nobody like Ning Chen? "Your Majesty, I don't understand. Ning Chen is just a little silver-clad man. Why did you give the Yu Sword to him?" A censor asked the question that everyone was wondering. The corner of Emperor Xuan's mouth slightly raised. He was waiting for this sentence. Emperor Xuan was silent for a while, and then said with great sorrow: "Because I appreciate Ning Chen's talent, I gave him the Yu Sword... I didn't expect him to disappoint me." The civil and military officials looked at each other and whispered. Appreciate Ning Chen's talent? What talent does a little silver-clad man have?
Emperor Xuan said in a deep voice: "Everyone should have heard about it recently, right? Several masterpieces appeared in the Zhuangyuan Building." "Thousands of hammers and chisels have carved out deep mountains, and raging fires burn as if it were nothing..." "Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles..." Several poems that have been popular recently immediately popped up in the court officials' minds. These masterpieces have spread very quickly in the past few days, and the author is Lan Xing, whom they have been looking for. Many people have sent people to the Zhuangyuan Building to inquire about Lan Xing's whereabouts and pay a lot of money to ask for poems... But they all returned disappointed, because no one has ever seen what Lan Xing looks like? There are even rumors that Lan Xing is the reincarnation of the Immortal Poet. Everyone thinks this rumor is reasonable, because every poem of Lan Xing is a masterpiece. Who else can write such wonderful poems except the reincarnation of the Immortal Poet? Emperor Xuan sighed deeply: "Yes, Ning Chen is Lan Xing, Lan Xing is Ning Chen." A stone stirs up a thousand waves. All the civil and military officials were stunned, and their eyes were all focused on Ning Chen. They didn't expect that the Immortal Poet they had been looking for so hard turned out to be Ning Chen? All the officials were stunned, their eyes bulging like toads. Especially Ning Ziming, he has been sending people to find Lan Xing, wanting to ask for a poem to be passed down through the ages... Unexpectedly, this person is his son whom he never cared about? He suddenly remembered that the reason why Ning Gan was dismissed was because he stole two lines of Ning Chen's poem. I am so stupid, so stupid that I am hopeless. I should have thought of it earlier. Otherwise, why would His Majesty favor Ning Chen? Ning Ziming felt that he was the biggest fool in the world. Although they were shocked, they were still skeptical. Ning Chen was from the Supervisory Department. Was he really a rough warrior who wrote so many masterpieces? "I can testify that Ning Chen is Lan Xing... I look at the sword by the lamp in my drunkenness, and I dream of blowing the horn in the camp. This poem was written by Ning Chen for me."
General Chen spoke at the right time. The ministers' breathing stagnated. They stared at Ning Chen intently. The fiery eyes were like a prisoner who had not touched a woman for ten years seeing a naked beauty. They all knew that General Chen was strong and upright and never disdained to lie. The military generals were okay, but the civil officials stared at Ning Chen as if they were looking at a piece of peerless jade. Emperor Xuan stared at Ning Chen and said angrily: "Ning Chen, you have disappointed me so much. How dare you kill my uncle? Now all the civil and military officials in the court want me to kill you. Do you have anything else to say?" Ning Chen understood it at this time even if he was stupid... His Majesty and General Chen sang the same tune, which was to save him. The stage was already set, and it was up to him to perform the next play? Ning Chen sighed deeply and said, "Your Majesty, I know my crime!" "But I was forced to do it. The uncle wanted to kill innocent people in front of me. I was deeply favored by the emperor and held the imperial sword. How could I be indifferent and sit idly by?" "The uncle colluded with officials of Chongzhou, big and small, to kill the people and make Chongzhou miserable... The trees in Chongzhou are bare, and the bark has been eaten by the people. It's almost to the point of exchanging children for cannibalism." "Those are your majesty's people. What will the people do if they have no way to live? I believe you know better than me... Do they have any other way except rebellion?" The faces of the ministers changed drastically. Is the situation in Chongzhou so serious? "Nonsense, alarmist... In today's bright and clear world, how can people live in misery?" "Ning Chen, don't exaggerate here to get away with it." Just as the ministers were shocked, a short and fat official stood up. Qian Xingguo, the Minister of Revenue, was a second-rank official. He glanced at the left prime minister, and then said righteously: "Ning Chen, I am in charge of the country's territory, fields, household registration, taxes, salaries and all financial matters... If Chongzhou is really as you said, and the people are living in poverty, I should be the first to notice it." "But in recent years, Chongzhou has always been the first to pay taxes, and it is impossible for the situation you said to happen." "You are clearly trying to get away with it. You fabricated facts here, exaggerated, slandered the uncle, and deceived the emperor... What crime should you be charged with?" As soon as Qian Xingguo opened his mouth, all kinds of big hats were put on Ning Chen. Ning Chen turned his head and stared at Qian Xingguo. "Sir, have you ever been to Chongzhou?" Qian Xingguo choked, but said with his neck stiff: "Although I have never been there, I can see from the annual taxes that the people of Chongzhou live and work in peace and contentment, and have a rich life. It is impossible for the situation you are talking about to happen." "You are talking nonsense..." Ning Chen was furious, "You are in a high position, you are well fed, how can you know the suffering of the people of Chongzhou?"
"Ning Chen, you..." "Don't fucking accuse me, you don't deserve it!" Ning Chen didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and said angrily: "Hearing is false, seeing is believing, you have never been to Chongzhou, what qualifications do you have to speak? The frog in the well relies solely on imagination. ..If you have nothing to do, go out and get some sun, and get a tan, and no one will call you superficial and idiotic.” "Ning Chen, you..." "What are you? The existence of dog officials like you in the Daxuan Dynasty is really a pity for the people and a pain for the court... You dare to jump out without knowing anything. I have seen people collecting money, but I have never seen people scolding you. You Are you saying you are cheap?” Qian Xingguo's lips trembled with anger, his fingers trembled, and he pointed at Ning Chen, "You, you..." Ning Chen sneered, "You don't even have the guts to say it, but you still dare to pretend to be upright and selfless? You want to step on me and make a name for yourself... Are you worthy?" "There is only one fate for people like you... Your body and name will be destroyed, and the flow of rivers will not be destroyed forever." Qian Xingguo was so angry that his head was buzzing, his vision was black, his body was swaying, his face and lips were trembling, and he almost fell down and fainted. If your body and name are both destroyed, will your rivers flow forever? The courtiers savored these two lines of poetry and couldn't help but admire... What a poem, what a poem! But my reaction in the next second was...this poem was a curse, and the curse was very vicious. The meaning of these two poems is that a clown will eventually bring disgrace to himself. You will not be left with any reputation after your death. Go ahead and dream of your dreams. Everyone's eyes fell on Qian Xingguo, and they were full of sympathy for him. As soon as these two poems came out, Qian Xingguo was nailed to the pillar of shame. In the future, no matter whether they see or mention Qian Xingguo, everyone will think of these two poems. Literary men value reputation more than life. Qian Xingguo will never think about raising his head and being a good man again. Ning Chen is worthy of being the reincarnation of the Poet Immortal. He can ruin a person's reputation with just one mouthful.