Zhao Jiu was stunned for a long time before he realized who Lu Gong was. He laughed again: "Although I don't agree with Wen Yanbo's point of view, I still think that he has told the truth and pointed out the problem. He is a capable and honest person... After all, officials are all scholars and officials. If we don't let scholars and officials share the world, how can we share the world with the people? As for Lu Xianggong asking me what I think of Wen Yanbo himself, I can also answer directly that although this person is not as brave as Wang Shu, who is brave enough to take on responsibilities and face difficulties, he can still be a prime minister! In comparison, Feng Jing and Ma Liang are not worth mentioning."

Lu Haowen said nothing and bowed to take his leave.

There was no conversation that day. The next day, Lu Haowen traveled hard and crossed the Shaoshi Mountain to Xiaoyi Town, where he met Scholar Kobayashi who came to pick him up. When he was about to go north to the mountain tombs where the eight tombs were located, he saw Xin Zan, the magistrate of Dengfeng, who was personally chasing him as a messenger.

"The emperor asked me to give the text written before returning to the capital to the Hu governor in Guanxi?" Lu Haowen, who was sweating all over, took the scroll, but after listening to the brief explanation from County Magistrate Xin, he became serious for a moment.

Because not only Lu Haowen, but also the scholar Xiao Lin who came to support him instinctively thought of the text that Emperor Zhao asked Prime Minister Xu to give to Prime Minister Zhang Que that day. It can be seen that everyone is aware of Emperor Zhao's trick of using one thing for multiple purposes.

So, Lu Haowen opened it without any hesitation, and then he and the scholar Xiaolin on the side were stunned on the spot. County Magistrate Xin was a man who loved poetry, and he was itching to take a look, but he saw only a short poem with an unknown tune, and it seemed that there was only half a verse.

As the saying goes:

The mountains and hills are gathered together, the waves are raging, and the mountains and rivers are the road to Xijing.

Looking at the old capital, I feel hesitant.

It is sad to see that the palaces of the Han and Tang dynasties have all turned to dust.

When a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer.

PS: Thanks to classmate No. 69 Meng Yanbiao. As I said before, the weather is so good, did you stay at home and watch the game today?