Chapter 197 Qian Zhao: Xuande, I'm in jail (4k)

As the popularity of toothbrushes spread to Luoyang, people inside and outside the city began to use cheap willow branches. The eunuchs, who were fattened by exploitation, also thought that toothbrushes were a good thing. Even the most stubborn eunuchs said that they were very elegant. Of course, they generally looked down on the material of toothbrushes. Many eunuchs specially went to find skilled craftsmen to replace the wooden brush body and handle with warm and beautiful jade carvings.

The soldiers and officials who hated the eunuchs were no exception. Toothbrushes quickly became popular among them. Of course, criticisms of the eunuchs also sprang up like mushrooms after a rain. Most of the rebukes were directed at the eunuchs' addiction to luxury. They insisted on looking for beautiful jade, gold and silver to decorate their teeth with something that was only for cleaning teeth.

"It's simply exploiting the people's blood and sweat!"

The young man slammed his fist on the table out of loyalty, causing the wine vessels and tea cups to fall all over the place.

"Zi Jing, be careful with your words."

The kind-hearted elder sitting in front of Qian Zhao opened his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse, yet dignified and steady.

Hearing this, Qian Zhao lowered his head and said, "Musician, I know I was wrong."

The kind-hearted elder sitting in front of him was his mentor, the great scholar Le Yin.

Le Yin was from Jizhou. After the Queen's brother He Miao defeated the Yellow Turbans, the Emperor promoted him to General of Chariots and Cavalry. He Miao, who was General of Chariots and Cavalry, had heard of Le Yin's reputation and admired him very much. He wanted to invite Le Yin to come out of retirement, so he used the official title of "Chief Clerk" to recruit him.

Le Yin agreed.

But at the same time, Le Yin was worried about Qian Zhao's studies. Unexpectedly, Qian Zhao said frankly: "Master, I have not completed my studies and am not familiar with literary classics. I want to stay by your side and listen to your teachings."

Le Yin originally had the idea of ​​bringing Qian Zhao with him, so he readily agreed.

However, Qian Zhao also had his own thoughts. During this period of time, he always heard a familiar name, that of his good friend for whom he was willing to sacrifice his life. Hearing about his friend fighting against the Yellow Turbans and suppressing the rebellion, he was happy for his friend from the bottom of his heart. But when he heard about his friend going to the battlefield and heading for a distant place, he would feel nervous.

As for coming to Luoyang
Also because of rumors that it expanded with toothbrushes.

It is rumored that Chen Deng, the famous scholar in Xuzhou and the magistrate of Dongyang County, Chen Yuanlong, once boasted at a banquet that his good friend Liu Xuande could not only travel across the Western Regions, but also bring back the Pegasus.

In this way, Xuande will definitely come to Luoyang, and I will be able to meet him? !
Thinking of this, Qian Zhao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

The scholars in the restaurant were just talking about eunuchs, but in the blink of an eye, the subject of discussion turned to the scholar named "笮".

It was the first time that Qian Zhao had heard of a scholar named "笮". He immediately became interested and pretended to drink tea as if nothing had happened while listening attentively.

"Do you know Chen Yuanlong's teachings?"

"I've heard that he is arrogant and bullies the common people. He even robbed the toothbrush from the common people. It's really despicable!"

"That's right. A gentleman like Chen Yuanlong pointed at the guy's nose and angrily said, 'The toothbrush is a sharp tool that benefits the people of the world. It is the embodiment of our education of the people. What is your intention in robbing it by force?'"

"As expected of Chen Yuanlong!"

Hearing these words, Qian Zhao couldn't help but think: Why does this Chen Yuanlong give me the feeling of Xuande?
As soon as this thought arose from the bottom of my heart, it was suppressed by Qian Zhao.

He knew Liu Bei. If it were Liu Bei, he would probably raise his fist, knock the man to the ground, then sit on the man's neck and punch him in the face again and again.

Qian Zhao’s smile became even more intense.

As a master, Le Yin took a deep look at Qian Zhao and thought: Could it be that he is thinking about Liu Xuande again? Liu Xuande is not a stunningly beautiful woman, but just an acquaintance since childhood. Why does Zijing miss her so often?
Le Yin felt that the tea he drank was bitter. He was afraid that one day, Qian Zhao would suddenly jump on his horse, pat the horse's tail, and rush straight to the Western Regions, leaving him alone in the wind, eating the dust raised by the horse's hooves.

It's not that he didn't want Qian Zhao to be an official. He was well aware of his disciple's talent and ability, and that he was at least capable of being a county magistrate.

But the Western Regions
The Protectorate of the Western Regions was renamed the Office of the Chief Administrator of the Western Regions, and its functions declined drastically. It was not a good place for a man to make achievements.

Liangzhou is also a bitterly cold place.

Liu Bei and Liu Xuande are certainly famous, but a good reputation cannot represent a person's true character.

The great scholar Le Yin knew all the intricacies of this matter very well.

Therefore, in order to prevent Qian Zhao from escaping suddenly, Le Yin decided to tie him to his side. Zhao, let your master help you keep those evil spirits out of the door!

After swallowing the bitter tea, Le Yin felt much more at ease. He was extremely confident in his judgment and could tell whether something was a donkey or a horse at a glance!
However, the development of things is often beyond ordinary people's expectations. The scholars who were originally talking about Chen Deng suddenly changed the subject. Le Yin felt something was wrong and almost spit out the tea he had swallowed after listening carefully.

"Alas, Chen Yuanlong is good in every way except that he is too frivolous." A scholar sighed, shaking his head.

Another scholar asked, "Oh? Why do you say Chen Yuanlong is frivolous?"

"Have you ever heard of Liu Xuande?"

"Liu Xuande? Is he the filial son who was so popular? I remember that he made flawless white paper and served as the Protector of the Qiang. What did Chen Yuanlong say?"

"You don't know!" The scholar suddenly stood up, his voice raised several tones, "You don't know, Chen Yuanlong praised Liu Xuande as a hero like Dingyuan Hou, who will definitely be able to pacify the Western Regions, make the Western Regions countries bow down, and promote the prestige of our Han Dynasty! He can even bring back the Pegasus!"

"Hahaha, I am dying of laughter, I am dying of laughter! Liu Xuande, as the Protector of the Qiang, ignored the Qiang and the Hu people and led his troops to the Western Regions. He is also the Marquis of Dingyuan? In my opinion, he is not as good as Lord Duan! Lord Duan is the one who spreads the power of the Han Dynasty. The Qiang and the Hu people are all terrified, and he has obtained thousands of cattle and sheep!"

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Le Yin really couldn't bear to listen any longer. His brows twitched wildly. Even if Liu Xuande was not as powerful as the rumors said, he couldn't be so incomparable, right?

What's more, he said this in front of his disciples.

If he heard his good friend being belittled like this, he would probably stand up and argue with that person, right?

What about his disciples?

Le Yin looked at Qian Zhao. Qian Zhao's expression was normal, but his clenched fists revealed his inner feelings.

"Zijing, don't be impulsive." Le Yin said comfortingly.

"call"

Qian Zhao let out the pent-up anger in his chest, loosened his clenched fists, and forced a smile towards Le Yin, "Master, I'm fine, please don't worry."

"Alas," Le Yin sighed.

Just when Le Yin and Qian Zhao stopped fighting and prepared to leave.

Something happened that made Qian Zhao angry.

A rough voice sounded behind him, "Don't talk about the Pegasus. I think the chair and the white paper are just Liu Xuande's boasting. He is just a commoner who weaves mats and sells shoes. He really thinks he is a scholar like us after having some military achievements? It's ridiculous!"

"Hahaha"

Cheerful voices filled the restaurant and laughter lingered in the surroundings, but they hurt Qian Zhao's ears.

He was so angry that his teeth were itching.

"It is really"

"It is really"

"What can a man endure, what can he not endure?"

It was as if he was back to his youth, with the righteousness of a young man burning in his chest. What a bullshit gentleman, get out of here! Anyone who insults my brother will be beaten!

Qian Zhao turned around suddenly, so fast that even Le Yin didn't have time to react. He raised his eyes and saw Qian Zhao flying out. His heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that this was not good, because this disciple of his used to be a ranger!
How could this group of nobles, who were neither good at literature nor martial arts and only relied on the protection of their fathers, withstand such a sudden attack?
Especially the noble scholar who made bold statements and denounced Liu Xuande, he panicked for a moment, he jumped up and shouted: "Come on, come on, stop him!"

But it was too late.

Just as the last syllable of the scholar fell, a fist as big as a sandbag arrived as expected.

One punch, just one punch.

Qian Zhao knocked the scholar to the ground.

He looked down upon the scholar and said coldly: "Can a bastard like you insult Xuande???"

"Wow, wow, wow, my father doesn't dare to hit me, my father doesn't dare to hit me." The scholar covered his face with his sleeves and cried bitterly.

Following the scholar, the young man dressed like a scholar looked at the servants standing by and said through gritted teeth: "Didn't you see your young master being bullied?!"

Five or six servants looked at each other, then belatedly shouted:
"Don't hurt my lord!"

As he was talking, he took a step forward, picked up a table, chairs and benches and went over to greet them.

Seeing this, Le Yin, who originally wanted to drag Qian Zhao away, became angry, "Okay, okay, you dare to bully my disciple? Don't be afraid, Master is here to help you!"

Le Yin picked up a chair, stretched out his legs, picked up the chair, and smashed it on the shoulder of a servant, then laughed triumphantly: "Hahaha, Master Zijing is not old yet!"

"Musician, be careful!"

Le Yin, who had just knocked over a servant, heard the sound, turned around and his pupils suddenly shrank. A servant appeared behind Le Yin with a ferocious smile.

Le Yin naturally understood Qian Zhao's meaning. He turned around immediately and saw a chair lifted high, as if even the sunlight was blocked.

Ever since.
Le Yin’s eyes turned white and his body stiffened.

There was a "click" sound.

Can't afford to fall.

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The noisy scene suddenly came to a standstill, as if there was a deathly silence after the creation of the world, and the sound of people swallowing saliva could be heard one after another.

"boom"

Another sound of knees knocking to the ground was heard, and everyone saw Qian Zhao kneeling on the ground.

"Master, my master, you just celebrated your 60th birthday." Qian Zhao wiped his nose while crying, "How could you bear to leave like that?"

Silence, dead silence.

What was different from before was that countless eyes were focused on the servant. The servant felt a burning pain on his face. Causing a sixty-year-old elder to pass away was no small matter!

"Snapped"

The chair fell from the servant's hand. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground, crying and complaining to the scholar, "Master, Master, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it. I just wanted to scare the old man. Who would have thought that he would faint on the ground? It really has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me!"

"Get out of here!" The scholar kicked the servant in the face with disgust. He shouted in panic: "Why are you still standing there? Go get a doctor, doctor!"

"Here is the doctor, here is the doctor!"

Someone in the crowd of onlookers suddenly shouted, and a middle-aged man was pushed out.

The scholar ignored the pain and quickly stood up to give his seat to the man.

The man looked around, then gently opened Le Yin's eyelids with his fingers, put his ear to Le Yin's chest to listen to his heartbeat, and finally rolled up his sleeves to take his pulse.

During this process, no one present dared to breathe.

After a few breaths.

The scholar asked with concern: "How?!"

"Alas," the man's frown deepened, and his relaxed expression became more serious, which made the scholars and servants' hearts beat wildly.

The man looked at Qian Zhao calmly and said, "According to the medical books written by Hua Changshi and Mr. Zhang, when an elderly person is frightened, it is very likely that evil spirits will enter the body, causing the mind to be damaged and fall to the ground and faint."

Hearing the man's tone, the scholars and servants looked at each other. They were not familiar with medicine, but they could hear the seriousness in the man's tone.

The scholar asked anxiously: "Is there any way to cure it?!"

"Alas, there is no cure!" sighed the man.

"This"

The scholar swallowed his saliva, as if a thunderbolt exploded behind his head, shocking him. The Han Dynasty was founded on filial piety, and even if it was a servant who caused the elder to fall to the ground, he could not be held responsible.

As for the servant, he was so frightened that his soul left his body. His former companions stayed away from him, and even the scholars were unwilling to see him.

He looked at the man like a drowning man trying to grab the last straw, "Sir, sir, is there really no other way?!"

"Well, it's possible. Maybe he will wake up after a few breaths, or maybe he will never wake up in his entire life."

Hearing the man's voice, Qian Zhao squatted down and burst into tears, "Musician, musician!"

In fact, he grabbed Le Yin's hand with a little more force, and said in a voice that only he and Le Yin could hear: "Musician, stop pretending. If you keep pretending, that person's life will be gone."

Suddenly Le Yin opened his eyes and uttered a dry voice, "What year is it today?"

Before the scholars and servants could relax, the court judges in armor pushed through the huge crowd and came to the front of everyone.

"Just now, I heard that you guys were causing trouble again? Who started it first?"

Qian Zhao brushed the dust off his trouser legs and pulled Le Yin's hand off his arm. He said, "Everyone is responsible for their own actions. I was the first to make the move."

"Oh?"

The court judge glanced at Qian Zhao and curled his lips, "With your frail body, can you handle five or six servants?"

He asked everyone present for their opinions, and as he asked, he couldn't help showing an annoyed expression, so he waved his hand and said, "Except for the elders on the ground, everyone will be imprisoned!"

"Ugh"

Watching Qian Zhao being detained, Le Yin couldn't help but sigh. He thought, it seems I have to trouble General He.
He looked at the man beside him and thought: This man must have seen through my disguise, why is he speaking for me? Hua Yuanhua, Hua Yuanhua... Wait, isn't Hua Yuanhua an official under Liu Xuande? ! Is it true that Liu Xuande sponsored doctors? !

Thinking of this, Le Yin looked at the man in disbelief. The man nodded with a smile on his face, as if confirming his guess.

Liu Xuande, Liu Xuande, what kind of person are you?

Le Yin shook his head to dispel this thought, and he crawled up from the cold ground.

The most urgent thing is to save Zijing first!

　Sorry, benefactor, I have something to do today, so I'll just merge it into one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)