At the end of October of the fourth year of Zhenyuan in the Tang Dynasty, it was the late autumn season again. In front of the bustling Mingde Gate in Chang'an, there was a pair of young masters and servants traveling far away among the crowded crowds.

"Young Master, it's both October. Why is the climate difference between Chang'an and Lingnan so great? It's so hot, so cold!" As the young master passed through the city gate, the book boy spoke and asked. It seemed that the completely different climates in this country really confused him a lot.

"Our Tang Dynasty has spread thousands of miles of land, and Chang'an is even more powerful in the center of the world. The climate here is the right way to change yin and yang. As for Lingnan, it is close to the sea and the sun is hot recently, so the climate is hotter. This is natural." While walking slowly while holding the reins, the young master explained the whole story to the little boy beside him.

Passing through the vast and magnificent Zhuque Street, the master and servant looked around at the scene of Chang'an that had not been seen in nearly two years, and walked northward toward the imperial city inside Zhuque Gate.

"Brother Siwei, Brother Siwei, when did you return to Beijing?" Just as the two of them arrived in front of Kaihuafang, just one yard away from Zhuquemen, they heard someone shouting loudly on the opposite side of the street.

The Censor Luo Yi turned his head and looked in the voice, then passed through the street with joy, and bowed and said, "Yunqing, since we parted, we have not seen each other for three years. Unexpectedly, we will meet again by chance today. Good opportunity, it is really a good opportunity!"

It turned out that the man who called Luo Yi on the street was on the same list as Cui Po in the 13th year of the Dali period. He is now working for the Honglu Temple. Later, because Feng Ruofang of Lingnan plundered the Silla girl and sold it as a maid, the two of them finally got into each other. It seemed that they had not seen each other for a few years. They met on the Taoist Left, and they could not talk about it. After briefly talking about the recent situation, Jin Yunqing slapped Luo Yi's arm and said, "I saw that it was almost noon. Let's go to Taibaiju. Let's go to the east of my younger brother. I will wash Brother Luo's dust, and then I can talk about it."

"This, Brother Wei needs to go to the Censorate and his party first to report..." Before he could finish his sentence, Jin Yunqing had already pointed the horse's reins and said, "I haven't seen you for three years, and Brother Siwei has not changed at all. That's it. I will go with you to the imperial city and do this early, so I can have some drinks."

However, after three incense sticks, Luo Yi finished his work, the two and the little book boy and his team rushed to the east to the Wubenfang in front of the imperial city. This Wubenfang is opposite to Pingkangfang where fireworks gather in the capital, and is adjacent to the east city. It is the most prosperous place in Chang'an. Therefore, Taibaiju, one of the four famous buildings in the capital, chose a location here, attracting many princes and princes and scholars.

It was already noon, and the two of them were already full of guests at the time of Taibai's central court. Unfortunately, Jin Yunqing had to choose a window seat on the second floor, and chatted with a cup to reminisce about the old days, so he casually enjoyed the scenery of Chang'an streets, which was a unique sense of leisure.

Luo Yi, holding a wine cup in his hand and looking out casually, saw the circular building at the junction of Pingkangfang and Xuanyangfang on the right side of the street, and asked casually: "Yunqing, how is this 'Light Song and Manwu' building compared to the past?"

"It's the 'Qingge and Manwu' building! When the lights are first on, Brother Luo comes to take a look. It's really hard to find a place. You can't get into this place with money. In Chang'an, I don't know how many people come to this building every day!" Looking at the famous building in front of him, Jin Yunqing sighed and said with emotion.

"Oh! Brother Yu has not been in Beijing for the past two years, but I don't know what kind of masterpieces have been circulated in this building?" Although he is the censor, Luo Yi is still a "Poetry Tang" literati. When he has free time, he naturally began to inquire about this information.

"It is certainly not bad to write lyrics in Hanlin, but if you talk about it, what Yu Zi is most happy about is the new voice created by Li Junyu."

"The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon is like frost under the city. I don't know where to blow the reed tubes, and I'll conquer people all my hometown overnight. Is Yunqing talking about this Longxi Li Junyu?" Luo Yi asked in surprise after chanting this poem.

"Who isn't he? Since he entered the capital, he has made new sounds for the 'Light Song and Dance' building. Such generous songs, coupled with Kang Kunlun's pipa and Xiao Gongsun's sword dance, are really the most beautiful in the world!" When he said this, Jin Yunqing's face was full of intoxication. When he was excited, he couldn't help but hold his mouth to beat the cup. He sang: "The wind was cold in the sea after the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and the flute was blowing "The Road" in the road. There were 300,000 people in the harem. Looking back at the middle of the moon, he slowly closed the song and sighed: "Oh! Since Gao and the other immortals of Cen were gone, how could they have heard such magnificent border songs? There are many talented men in Hanyuan, but the process was too soft, and it was not as exciting as such sad border sounds."

"Li Junyu was a talented man. He was only 21 years old and was the first Jinshi in high school. But this man had a higher ambition. He served as a shogunate in the vassal states and had many border areas. Just this insight was not comparable to the Hanlin masters who lived in Chang'an every day. The style of poetry was naturally very different. However, when I left the capital last year, I heard that this person was in the tutelage of the Du Dadu governor of Lingzhou, and when did he arrive in the capital?" When talking about those Hanlin people, Luo Yi's voice naturally had a bit of contempt.

"Brother Luo's words are bad! In fact, when my talented man left Hanlin three years ago, he recommended Li Junyu to take over his position, but he didn't know why the delay was not completed. Last September, this person entered Beijing and is currently a doctor in the Ministry of Rites and Veterinary Department. As for Hanyuan today, it is not as unbearable as Brother Siwei said. Speaking of it, this is also due to Cui Zhuangyuan's knowledge of people and his magical powers. The dozens of people who entered Qingyuan who received the guarantee report on that day seemed to be extraordinary. Now, when people in Chang'an talk about Hanyuan, it is generally believed that they are the most famous in the past thirty years. Oh, by the way! Brother Siwei returned from Guangzhou, Lingnan Road, and you can tell what new works my talented man had in the same year? He said it together, so everyone can enjoy the wine together!"

"'The thatched pavilion under the pine tree is cool in May, and the sand is sandy and clouds are old and the trees are old. The travelers are infinitely thinking about the autumn wind, and the green mountains are like hometowns across the water.' Yunqing, how about this poem?" After a moment of pondering, Luo Yi chanted loudly.

"'The traveler has infinite thoughts on the autumn wind, and the green mountains are like hometown across the water and green mountains.' These two sentences are quite timeless, but after all, they are not as elegant and vulgar as those small lyrics, and have a long charm. Speaking of which, I, a talented man, is more suitable for writing 'people in the world'. Since the song "Remembering Qin'e" by the exiled immortal, when talking about the wonderful lyrics, there is no one who has ever changed the lyrics in my dynasty. But just looking at this poem, the priest of the emperor actually has a lot of homesickness!" After savoring for a long time, Jin Yunqing sighed after a long time of drinking.

"Oh! What are the rumors about this person in Beijing?" When talking about this, Luo Yi suddenly became more interested.

"In addition to the 5.5 million sea taxes from Customs Temple this year, which made Longyan happy today, Chang'an talks the most about this "Tang Dynasty Navy". It is strange that Guangzhou, Lingnan, is thousands of miles away, and no one has ever seen what the navy looks like. But overnight, it seems that this matter has been spread throughout the capital. Moreover, the vivid descriptions of how majestic the warship is and how might the navy is, so that it can be impressed by foreign guests! In recent days, the city has been full of ups and downs, and many people have come to visit the feat of Lord Cui, and there are many foreign merchants who come from far away to make fun of it. It is not a joke that Guangzhou is more prosperous than Luoyang today? How can a remote small state be compared with Dongdu?"

"Yunqing, you are wrong this time. Brother Yu had just returned from Guangzhou. If he said he was more prosperous than Luoyang, it would be an exaggeration, but this city is now comparable to Yangzhou, which is not false. Speaking of which, Cui Po is indeed a genius, who is low in sea tax to attract sea passengers from all directions and starts maritime trade to accumulate wealth. Now, people in Guangzhou have their own careers and families have their own food, which is actually a great place for our dynasty. It's just this navy..." Speaking of this, Luo Yi stopped and wanted to speak.

"How about the navy? Could it be that he has a false reputation?" Seeing this, Jin Yunqing followed and asked.

"No, if the navy's combat power is absolutely extremely high, but Yun Qing knows who the navy's commander is for?" Luo Yi stared at Jin Yunqing.

"I heard it was a young man with more than twenty surnamed Feng." When he thought of the word "Feng", combined with the special expression on Luo Yi's face, Jin Yunqing suddenly felt a "knock" in his heart: "Can it be..."

"This new General Yangbo Feng Nan is Feng Ruofang's nephew and the son of Feng Ruolong. The so-called Tang Dynasty navy was actually from the pirates in the South China Sea that day. How can this combat power be low? We have a lot of trust in Cui Po for the plunder and selling of Silla maids that day, but now it is...hum!"

Not to mention that Luo Yi was angry, after hearing his words, Jin Yunqing was already stunned. After a long time, he said in a panic: "The pirates in the South China Sea have always been vicious, and now they have to be named the navy again. Isn't it even more unscrupulous? Here, the people of my coastal areas of Silla are in danger! Cui Po, Cui Po, how dare you be so bold!"

"I blatantly equipped Feng's army with the imperial military equipment to help him defeat Bohai in one fell swoop and dominate the sea; I gave the Feng family exclusive specialty to sell the goods, and ordered the customs temple to build a 10,600 stone ship for Feng's family; I heard that Cui Poyi's brother Feng Nan is Feng Ruofang's only son, Humph! Now, half of the Guangzhou sect's yamen are surnamed Feng! Since ancient times, this traitor must have great talent. If this person causes trouble for the South China Sea, he is afraid..."

Jin Yunqing, who became more anxious when he heard this, suddenly stood up and said hurriedly: "Brother Luo knew that Cui Po had colluded with Feng Ruofang's official thief, how could he ignore him?"

A trace of bright red appeared on Luo Yi's face, and he suddenly slapped the previous cases and said: "The Cui family is now powerful in the court. What can a small eighth-rank supervisor? I'm afraid that even the Censor's Secretariat will not be able to pass the Censorate, let alone the Datianshu!"

According to the convention of the Censorate, the Imperial Censorate shall be impeached by the Censor Central Committee for the first time. After the approval, it shall be submitted to the chief official Censor Grand Officer for personal review. Only after he added a name and signed, he was able to submit it to the Political Affairs Hall. As a result of the three restrictions, Cui Youfu was even more absent from the current dynasty, so he could not help but be depressed and discouraged.

Just as the two were sitting in a state of resentment and grief, they saw a very ordinary servant walking out of the accord behind them, and they just got a few feet ahead and said, "My master begged the two young masters Huici to see you, and I hope you don't refuse."

"Whoever your master is can't come here to meet!" Luo Yi's voice, who was in a bad mood and had a strong smell of gunpowder.

"My master Feng Xiang Lu Qi"
Chapter completed!