I Rely on Beauty to Stabilize the Country

He gave to the three of them the article on the Yellow River that he heard from Chu Wei that day, and asked them to read it slowly. He took a cup of tea and drank it slowly. +++All Tanmei Novels: www.wuxiaspot.com

Hubu Shangshu was the first to finish reading, he hesitated and said: "Holy, the minister has never seen such an exquisite cure for trouble. If it is to be implemented, it may be really miraculous... but the treasury..."

The Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry and the Physician of the Ministry of Libu have been completely immersed in the article.

"Holy!" Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry could not conceal the surprise in his heart, "Who came up with this method? This person is a great talent, and the minister wants to see him!"

Gu Yuanbai smiled and said, "Then you won't see it anymore."

This method of curing the disease was not devised by one person, but a method obtained by thousands of future generations amidst countless flood seasons.

It is the most reliable method in the ancient environment.

Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry looked regretful and muttered: "It's a pity, a pity."

At this time, Talent Chu had just finished reading this article. He read it while thinking, his look (look) occasionally dignified and occasionally laughed, after reading it, he couldn't help saying: "Holy, this method is feasible!"

Gu Yuanbai asked with a smile, "Does Master Chu think it is feasible?"

Master Chu has always been rigorous, but at this time he nodded boldly, "If you follow the above-mentioned content one by one, the minister thinks it is feasible."

Hubu Shangshu is anxious, "Holy! Spring broadcast is about to begin, and the trial will cost silver and money. The Gongyuan is being renovated. The site of the holy tomb has also been selected, and construction will begin this year. More than that, Shengshang Yanghuahua The army’s military supplies are even more numerous, and they cannot be stopped every day. If the river is to be built, the treasury’s turnover cannot come."

In the early days of the king’s succession to the throne, he started to build the mausoleum, but although Gu Yuanbai succeeded to the throne early, he fell behind in power.

Gu Yuanbai smiled comfortingly at him, "I understand."

"The governance of the world is always inseparable from money," Gu Yuanbai said in a hurry. "As long as you have money, you can build roads, buy horses, and train soldiers... I didn't decide to start managing the Yellow River floods now. The Yellow River floods are divided into spring floods and summer floods. The spring floods are from March to April, and the summer floods are from June to October. I called all the adults here because I wanted to discuss the spring flood together."

The Ministry of Industry Shangshu wondered: "Holy, there has been no flooding of the Yellow River in the previous few years. Why do you care so much this year?"

Hearing this, Gu Yuanbai put the tea cup in his hand on the table and made a soft sound: "I also want to know why it has been raining for half a month in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, but no one came to inform the court?"

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The two Shangshu and a doctor knelt on the ground with their knees soft.

Gu Yuanbai remained silent, let them kneel, and kept guessing in a quiet environment where the needle drop was audible, until the top of their heads sweated from their own guesses, and Gu Yuanbai said, "Get up."

There was no prime minister in the Da Heng Dynasty. The Six Departments were directly controlled by the emperor, and there was no cabinet. However, the Privy Council and the Political Affairs Hall were set up. The Privy Council managed military affairs and the Political Affairs Hall was directly controlled by the emperor.

When the imperial power was so grand, there would be people who would not report it. How could people in those places be so bold!

And how did the saint know about the rainy season of the Yellow River thousands of miles away?

The more the three ministers thought about it, the more they feared. They stood up softly, not daring to say a word.

"Chu Qing," Gu Yuanbai calmed down, "I know that you have a good understanding of water control. There is not much time now. I will set you as a comforter and send you to defend against the spring floods of the Yellow River. I don't want much, as long as If this small flood season does not cause a major disaster, Chu Qing, are you willing to go to the Yellow River?"

Without hesitation, Chu Xun knelt down again, and he said loudly, "The minister must use his best to fulfill his mission!"

Gu Yuanbai walked out from behind the table and personally helped him up, "I have one more thing to ask me when I go now. Chu Qing wants to help me find out who is hiding it! Those local officials will follow Chu Qing. Check, don’t be afraid of them, I am the master for you. If you have trouble, I will allow the local governor to lead troops to help."

Master Chu was so touched that his eyes gleamed, "Sage, don't worry, the minister will do his best."

Gu Yuanbai looked at the Shangshu of the Ministry of Households and the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry: "The Ministry of Industry has ordered more than a dozen people who are good at water management to accompany Chu Qing. Your two departments must fully support this matter, and you must not slacken."

"Yes."

*

The three people who came out of Xuanzheng Hall wiped the sweat from their heads, and they all shed cold sweat.

The Shangshu of the Ministry of Households and the Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry congratulated Chu Xun. Chu Xun hurriedly returned the gift and asked again: "Two adults, the Lord has so much expectations of me now. The Yellow River has rained for half a month but no one reported to the court. Please two Adults don’t want to tell others for the time being, I’m afraid I’ll be stunned."

Master Chu is suspecting that the local official and the Jing official (gou) have made an appointment. The Hubu Shangshu and the Ministry of Industry Shangshu nodded quickly, "Master Chu, don't worry, even if you don't say it, we don't dare to talk to the outside. The meaning is clear, we will cooperate well with both of us. Master Chu is good (gan gan), and also pay attention to safety. When you come back, you will get results in the test. Master Chu's knowledge has always been outstanding, and you may be happy then, father and son. Both of them should be promoted, and those who should be promoted will become officials."

Chu Xun quickly humbled a few words, and the three of them talked and laughed and laughed.

In the hall.

Tian Fusheng brought the boiled medicine after the ministers left. The black medicine juice was even more bitter in the white porcelain bowl. Gu Yuanbai glanced at it and took the medicine bowl and drank it.

People who drank too much medicine didn't feel bitter anymore. Gu Yuanbai took a few more sips of tea to remove the smell of medicine in his mouth, put on a cloak, and walked out of the Palace of Xuanzheng.

A thick layer of snow has accumulated outside.

The snow on the ground was cleared (gan), but there was still a palm of thick snow on the trees and grass.

Gu Yuanbai took a few breaths of the biting air, and his heart was refreshed. He walked under the tree, rolling a ball of snow with his hands, but after a few moments of effort, his pampered hands were frozen.

The head guard hurriedly ran away and got a pair of leather gloves. Gu Yuanbai smiled and said, "I just walked in the snow, and see what you are in a hurry."

The head guard scowled, "Holy, throw the snow away."

"Good, good," Gu Yuanbai threw the snow, both hands stretched out in front of the chief guard, helplessly, "you are always too careful."

The chief guard carefully held Gu Yuanbai's fingertips, and carefully wiped off the wet water and snow from the palms of Sheng Shang's palm with the handkerchief. The skin of the sage is delicate and tender, only ice and snow stayed in his hands for a while, and the fingertips of his ten fingers have been alluring pink (color).

The palm is delicate, and the veins must be melted into the soft skin. The chief guard must be careful and careful so as not to leave the rubbing red mark on the hands of the sage.

It's no wonder that others are careful with him, and Gu Yuanbai is inseparable from the meticulous service of others.

When there was no snow in his palms, the chief guard respectfully let go of his hands, and then spread the leather gloves carefully. The brown (colored) gloves covered Bai Yingying's hands and extended to the sleeves. under.

Gu Yuanbai raised his hand and sniffed the smell of the gloves. He handled it very cleanly, with only the smoky aroma. He nodded and smiled: "Let me take a look at the snow scene."

But while enjoying the scenery, the guards were muffled and could not speak. Gu Yuanbai felt that the wrong person had been found. He thought and thought, thinking of the public opinion talents he had fancyed that day.

It seems to be called Chang Yuyan?

*

In the mansion of Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Chang Yuyan was writing an article, and suddenly heard a noise outside the study, he frowned, suppressed the disturbed anger, and quickly opened the door: "What are you (gan)?!"

The young man next to his father was hurriedly leading people here, and when he saw him open the door, he shouted: "Master! The Lord, please come to the palace to accompany you!"

Chang Yuyan shook his hand holding the door, "What?"

The people from the palace were still following behind him. The young man was anxious and ran over first and urged: "Master, change your clothes. The Lord will let you enter the palace to enjoy the snow!"

Chang Yuyan swallowed, only feeling flustered and pleasantly surprised. He hurriedly turned around and changed his clothes. People from the palace also followed up slowly. Seeing that he was so busy, he stopped aloud: "Master Chang, don’t bother. There is nothing wrong with this body. Let's go into the palace with the little one first, lest the saint waits too long."

Chang Yuyan said with shame, "The smell of ink in my body."

"No problem," the man in the palace said anxiously, "Master Chang, don't worry, the Lord will not blame you for this."

This is not a question of blame or not, it is a question of his image in the eyes of the sage.

Chang Yuyan's heart was complicated, but after all, the joy of being called up by the holy took the upper hand. He abandoned the entanglement and was about to leave with the palace, but suddenly remembered something, hurried back to the study, took the book and rolled it in his sleeve. Go out again.

The palace sent a carriage, and Chang Yuyan got on the carriage. After a while, he felt a little dull. He raised his hand and stumped his face, only to realize that he didn't know when his face was already hot.

Chang Yuyan didn't actually respect the Sage so much before.

Xue Yuan is a wolf and dog. When Chang Yuyan can play with him, his **** is mixed with indulgence. He dared to write thirteen poems that offend the powerful, not because he was angry about it, but also It is not that he is worried about the country and the people. It was because he wanted to fight against his father. Apart from this one, the more important thing is to earn a good reputation.

The poems that Chang Yuyan wrote were worried about the people in the world, but he comfortably enjoyed the wine and food, brocade silk and satin, Xue Yuan and him were a bunch of raccoon dogs, the inside was rotten to the point of stinking, and there was a pair for himself on the surface. The appearance of gold and jade.

Fame is sometimes more useful to literati than power and money, and sometimes it can even save lives.

During the investigation system, the literati needed to build a reputation for themselves if they wanted to be officials. "Lying on the ice for carp" and "Kong Rong to let the pear" are the results of the spreading behind the literati family. This is the unspeakable potential of the scholars. qiang) Rules g. Chang Yuyan's family didn't promote his reputation until he established the crown, so Chang Yuyan had to come by himself.

For Chang Yuyan, there is nothing wrong with being able to let the rich and powerful to demote his father.

It is conceivable that this time the sage announced that he would enter the palace to accompany him, and his reputation must have played a big role. Chang Yuyan spit on herself while feeling grateful.

If he had no reputation, the sage might never look at him.

Gong Attendant drove the carriage on the road. Everyone in the capital after the snow was shrunk at home. Chang Yuyan's brain was hot. He bowed his head and arranged himself several times. He felt that the smell of ink was still all over. How could he Go to see the saint like this?