When the white flowers are at the head of the capital, and the water of the Yellow River is endless."

 In the autumn, when there are no travelers in the wilderness, a horse comes east to know who it is."

2

 “The poet master Jiang Ning, Master Wang has published my poems!”

On Zhuque Street, a young scholar dressed in simple clothes raised the newspaper in his hand high and shouted like crazy: "Finally someone has read my poem!"

Immediately a passerby turned to look at him and asked: "Which poem are you writing?"

“White jade is not a treasure, I don’t need a thousand pieces of gold. I remember a thousand pieces of paper and hold thousands of books in my heart!”

Did you write this poem? Are you the Ye Ping mentioned in the newspaper?"

“Hahaha, someone knows my name! Someone knows my name!”

 The young scholar laughed wildly, stopped answering the passers-by, and walked away.

He walked through Zhuque Street and turned into Changlefang, where he temporarily rented in the south of the city, with the smile on his face never disappearing.

Chang'an city is expensive in the north and cheap in the south. The people living in Changlefang are poor people. If refugees from all over the country come to Chang'an every year, they often gather here to wait to be sold into slavery.

In front of a house rented by many people, there was a man in rich clothes standing there, as if he was looking for slaves. When he saw the young scholar, he stepped forward and said hello.

“I dare to ask, but Mr. Ye Pinglang?”

 “I’m not Mr. Shilang, who are you?”

“I, Kang Le, am the manager of Changjia Kangji Trading Company. My Alang has read Lang Jun’s poems and admires him very much. I would like to invite Lang Jun to my home for a banquet. Is it possible?”

Like my poem?!" Ye Ping was overjoyed, his smile became brighter immediately, his eyes were clear, and he looked very innocent. He was just a young man with little wealth. A few days later, he married the not-so-beautiful daughter of the Kang family.

On the wedding day, he was drunk, but still very happy.

“Thank you, my father-in-law, for sponsoring me to participate in the Qiunao Tribute Examination. I will study hard and live up to my father-in-law’s high expectations!”

 In addition to thanking his father-in-law, when he arrived at the wedding room, Ye Ping first put away the two newspapers in his arms to prevent them from being crushed.

 He ​​knew that it was these two humble newspapers that changed his life. One made him determined, and the other gave him an opportunity to show his talent that he had been pursuing but could not get.

ˆˆNn

Xue Bai knew that he must have changed the fate of some people. Some people who would have died silently without leaving any names may have their fate completely overturned because of his actions.

He waited outside the camp gate until Lord Changling came out after meeting the Holy Spirit. "Brother Wang, are you still going to Longbiao?" Xue Bai asked.

"I won't go." Wang Changling said: "The saint must be able to see the good poems in the market again, and he must also see my poetry reviews that I don't know how to compare... Many thanks to Xue Lang."

“I hope I can really help Brother Wang.”

This sentence was a bit disrespectful, but Xue Bai said it sincerely. He hoped that starting from this, Wang Changling could avoid his original fate.

The two of them walked side by side to the Secretary's Office, talking mostly about Di Bao and Wen Cui Bao.

“It is clear from the beginning that the purpose of these two newspapers is the same, to carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints. I only hope that the newspaper will continue to be like this no matter who hands it falls into in the future.”

"Then this is the rule, the rule of the newspaper publishing house." Wang Changling said: "It is also the rule that should be written down on the day when I am appointed an official."

"I hope so." Xue Bai said: "I guess that once the Journaling Institute matures and becomes independent from the Secretariat,

 If left and right cannot compete for this power, the saint will send eunuchs from the palace to take care of this matter."

 “Eunuch?“

Wang Changling stroked his beard and sighed: "I am old and still have to obey the eunuchs."

“Brother Wang will scold him again when the time comes.”

"Ha ha."

“By then, I will probably have to move my official position,” Xue Bai said.

Wang Changling felt that Xue Bai was indispensable in the newspaper publishing house, but he did not persuade him even a word.

Because he knew that Xue Bai still wanted a greater future, just like when he was young, and he hoped that Xue Bai could take the road that he failed to take twenty years ago.

  VA

 Chen Xilie did not ask the Ministry of Officials to send another note, but instead promoted the Zhang that Du Youlin handed over to Wang Changling as a writer.

 The editor took out the notes, stamped them and handed them back.

 This is the will of the saint, and there is nothing he can do about it.

“With the capacity of the cockfighting cock, I’m afraid he will be furious.”

With this thought in his mind, Chen Xilie thought that Li Linfu would give Xue Bai a show of strength. Unexpectedly, after waiting for many days, there was no movement from the Youxiang Mansion.

He was very puzzled by this and couldn't help but test Da Xixun, "The left prime minister has underestimated the right prime minister's ambition."

　　　I am trying to judge others by myself, but I just feel that Xue Bai is so arrogant."

"The reason why the right prime minister asked Wang Changling to move to another official position is because he is not cautious and is not suitable to be a county magistrate in Jiangning." Da Xijun said: "But as a scholar, this is suitable."

Chen Xilie praised: "The Prime Minister is really fair."

Having said that, from this moment on, he suddenly became less afraid of Li Linfu.

When Suo Douji, who had destroyed his family and destroyed his family, suddenly became generous, the original terrifying power suddenly disappeared, giving people a feeling of "Isn't Genu starting to become soft-hearted when he gets old?"

 Chen Xilie thought about the rumors that he and Yang Shu jointly controlled the prime minister's power, and his views were somewhat different.

Of course, at the moment he only dares to think about it quietly. What is more important is to gain more power bit by bit.

After meeting Da Xixun, Chen Xilie immediately went to meet Xue Bai and expressed his closeness.

“This time, Tianbao Wencui published poems and articles criticizing the right and left prime ministers.” Xue Bai seemed a little distant, “It was indeed my negligence.”

“It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, why would I mind?”

“The Prime Minister of the Left is generous.”

 “Xu, I am the secretary and young prisoner. What important matters cannot be done together with me?”

Xue Bai was embarrassed and said, "It's time for me to go to Taile Department and say goodbye."

this.

 Chen Xilie then remembered that Xue Bai now also had a part-time job, and there was nothing he could do about this.

“When I go to the Taile Department at this time, I’m afraid he has completely sorted out the matter of the newspaper office.”

 End of May, Yangzhou.

The beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is picturesque. Suddenly someone on the stone arch bridge shouted in Wu Nong's soft language: "Buy "Tianbao Wencui" and read the poetry of the Tang Dynasty."

“Little boy, give me a share.”

 Just then a group of literati gathered around and started talking about it.

“I heard that it was a newspaper written by the poet Wang Jiangning before he was demoted to Longbiao. Is that true?”

 “Yes, yes, buy it quickly.”

A small boat was going down with the waves, and a man in his forties was lying in the boat drinking wine while the boat passed under the bridge. Hearing the discussion, the man suddenly stood up and asked, "What are you talking about?"

""Tianbao Wencui", a newspaper published by Wang Jiangning before he was demoted to Longbiao, do you want to buy it?"

 “Buy, quickly.”

 A bunch of coins were thrown directly onto the bridge. "It doesn't cost that much."

Seeing that the boat was far away, the child quickly wrapped the extra coins in newspapers and threw them on the boat, hitting the middle-aged man just in time.

 “Ah, are you okay, sir?”

 The ship is far away and there is no answer.

Just suddenly a song sounded in the distance, the song was sad, "The poplar flowers have fallen, and the children are crying, and I heard the dragon marking the road crossing the five streams."

 “I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you till the end of the night.”
Chapter completed!