One Sword Chang'an Chapter 76: Eternal Things

Fan Yan put the memorial in his arms, walked out of Fan's mansion, and walked towards the Buzhengfang.

This memorial was heavy in his arms, filling his heart.

He walked all the way and walked to a large mansion. He hadn't been here for many years. Since the three old men assisted the Holy Emperor, he would not make mistakes without saying that the Holy Emperor would not make mistakes, but at least in the world of the people, he did not follow the important matters of the people.

There was no mistake, so the prosperity began.

When it's hot in summer, if you walk on the streets of Chang'an after midnight, you can see the grand occasion of not closing your doors at night and not picking up your leftovers on the road. If you are lucky, you can also meet uncles who are fighting for the game. Usually, they will be popular after midnight.

The face was lying on the ground, and the smell of alcohol was all over their bodies. But they did not fall asleep, because they would have to update each time. They burped and staggered on the road, looking at the open door

, even if you are tired, you won’t get in. You will only find a corner to squat or lie down.

The people live and work in peace, and the city is becoming more and more prosperous, and the world changes to what he imagines.

But since he has reached this point, he hopes that the rules in the world will not be broken and that everything will work towards the beautiful appearance he imagines.

This is related to national law. If this precedent is set, especially those in power, then will the offspring of a powerful man make a mistake in the future?

The people are the root, and the laws and regulations of the country are the foundation. People who abide by laws and regulations are the foundation of the country.

He understands this truth, and those who are above the temple understand it better.

He hadn't knocked on the gate of the Shizhong for many years. He looked at the deep mansion and the vermilion gate, which was flying and phoenix, took a deep breath, plucked up the courage, and left

Go up and hold the door knocker.

An Shixiang, one of the three elders, was also Fan Yan's immediate superior.

However, perhaps even An Shixiang had forgotten the right handed-in-law. After all, for the past few years, the left-in-law had not put forward any practical opinions.

Fan Yan knocked on the door, looked at the old man sitting in front of the desk, and bent down and bowed.

"The right-select Yi Fanyan has met the adults."

An Shixiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Fan Yan with his straight waist, a little confused, and he kept searching for the person "Yushi Yi Fan Yan" in his head.

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't remember it. If it weren't for Fan Yan's arrival today, he would probably never have remembered it in his life.

"Right-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self-Self

At that time, it was said that the left handed over to the Secretariat and the right handed over to the Secretariat. After that, he forgot about this matter. Unexpectedly, this official position really exists, and there are still people who have been working.

What surprised him even more was that this man came to his mansion.

An Shixiang put down the book, stood up, and looked at Fan Yan.

He waved his hand and asked his servant to bring a pot of tea and sat down with the guest of honor.

"I wonder what good things do you think of Lord Fan's sudden visit today?" The little official who hasn't come for more than ten years and even forgot his name suddenly comes today. There must be something to say.

Although An Shixiang didn't know how many streets he left behind in his duties or official ranks, the three of them were both Confucian scholars, and before they became officials, they were all famous wise men and were friendly to people.

This is the uniqueness of the three. Although the three were scholars, they did not favor Confucius Temple, and even served the world and the sage emperor more.

"You can't take the word "Adult" and you can't take it!" Fan Yan felt a little fond of An Shixiang when he saw An Shixiang. He didn't know the official rank. He asked him to enter the mansion, and Fan Yan had never seen him before.

Lord An Shixiang looked at him differently. Hearing his words and titles, he became a little frightened.

"It's okay to do the holy ritual affairs and benefit the people of the world. As long as you are a qualified official, you can deserve the word "Adult." An Shixiang waved his hand and explained sincerely.

The servant brought a pot of tea at this time. An Shixiang smiled and took it over. He poured a cup of tea for Fan Yan first, and then poured a cup for himself.

Fan Yan's panic turned into horror, and his hands that wanted to take the pot trembled a little.

An Shixiang saw his uneasiness and fear. He thought he had seen too many officials who were pretending to be airs. When he arrived at him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

An Shixiang expected that this eighth-rank right-hand man has seen many officials over the years. He is no better than the six ministers, and is no less than the eighth-rank right-hand man. When those people heard about his grade, they spoke.

The tone changed.

Today he mustered up the courage to meet An Shixiang, one of the three pillars of the Holy Dynasty, and imagined countless possibilities. He even previewed the situation in his mind how to argue, but he did not expect that the grand sermon would be more like a kind elder.

.It made him unable to say those passionate words he had thought about long ago and was impressed.

Fan Yan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I am still ashamed of being a clerk. I am a censor, but for decades, the junior officials have no words to make an advancement!"

An Shixiang smiled. He felt that this person had something that ordinary scholars did not have.

"Who said no, aren't you here to make a comment?"

Fan Yan nodded, took out a memorial from his arms, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, holding the memorial in both hands, and said to An Shixiang: "Please submit it!"

An Shixiang had a premonition in his heart. He probably guessed what the censor wanted to say and what reason was.

He took the memorial with a serious expression, and the cover from a few years ago was used. The Holy Chao changed the cover and format of the memorial three years ago. This right-hand man never said respectable.

I don't know what happened a few years ago.

An Shixiang helped him up, smiled and said, "I will hand over the memorial for you, but I have to copy another one."

Fan Yan was stunned and a little confused.

An Shixiang returned to the table where he was reading, took out a few not-so-written and handed over it.

"This is what we use now."

Fan Yan lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed.

"I have not made any suggestions for more than ten years and have no achievements. I am really ashamed. I don't even know if I have changed the memorial."

An Shixiang laughed happily, and he felt that the little censor was more and more interesting.

After laughing, Fan Yan was still ashamed to look up. An Shixiang looked at him and smiled and said, "If you make a small statement in three days and a big mistake in ten days, then how much trouble the people will suffer, Guo Jinghui, Chen Boju and

Wouldn't I beg the world to apologize for death?"

When Fan Yan heard this, he raised his head.

An Shixiang sighed, took the memorial and said, "Do you write about the eldest prince and the Pi Han Mansion?"

Fan Yan nodded, and became serious.

"The emperor violated the law and committed the same crime as the common people, let alone a prince."

An Shixiang nodded and stared at him tightly.

"How much do you know?"

Fan Yan's eyes are not weak at all.

"Kill the father, kill the brother!"

In just two short words, An Shixiang's pupils shrank.

"How did you know?" An Shixiang lowered his voice, looking cautious and solemn.

"The officials are considered to be the emperor."

Although the official position in the Imperial Heaven Supervision is not very high, these things can naturally be hidden from them.

An Shixiang stared at him tightly, as if he wanted to see every hair on the censor's face, staring at Fan Yan's back so cold.

Fan Yan gritted his teeth and straightened his waist.

"If you are wrong, you are wrong. Whether I know it or not. The state has national laws and family rules, this matter should not be handled like this. It should not be treated like this..."

An Shixiang glared at her eyes, and Fan Yan said: "Trade!"

An Shixiang looked at Fan Yan with a stubborn look, her eyes softened, and she sighed and said, "It's useless. Everyone knows that there is something wrong with this matter, but it is the best way to deal with it."

Fan Yan shook his head.

"The best way is to punish the eldest prince and give Zhongyi Hou an explanation instead of letting someone scapegoat."

An Shixiang smiled bitterly.

"Your Majesty said that this is family matter."

Fan Yan suddenly stood up from the chair!

"Is there any difference between family affairs and state affairs in the Xuanyuan family? After sitting in this position, family affairs are state affairs! State affairs are family affairs!"

An Shixiang's eyes lit up and then dimmed again.

"Don't talk about you, even if I add me, it's a slight word that cannot be changed. Compared to Confucius Temple and the Holy Emperor, we are just arms, but we can't twist our thighs."

An Shixiang's back seemed a little hunched in an instant.

Fan Yan's eyes also dimmed. He knew that what Lord An was saying was true, and he also knew that there was no possibility for him and others to change this.

It’s a fantasy to want a prince to be executed, and the prince who is favored by the Holy Emperor!

He sat down, and finally gritted his teeth unwillingly and said, "Please submit it for you!"

An Shixiang looked at him and nodded.

"I want to give you a suggestion, exchange the memorial into a letter, and I will forward it to the Holy Emperor on my behalf!"

Fan Yan was stunned and looked at An Shixiang with gratitude. The memorial and letter were not different, but what they represented was a hundred and eight thousand miles apart!
To be continued...