After becoming the protagonist of abuse

Rumors always travel faster than facts.

First, Yang Yan was seriously injured, and the soup and medicine continued every day, gradually turned into dying, and finally Luo Xi began to prepare for the funeral...

Luo Jue, Duke of Luo State, kindly described the events of that day in detail, mixed them in the official documents and passed them to Yang Binghua. By the way, he also passed the rumors of Yang Yan's death, and then led the army to cut off Yang Binghua's access to the outside world. .

When Yang Binghua received the official document, he put on airs, cast a haughty look at the messenger, and finally just sneered, "It's just a rumor, with my son's fate, even if Luo Xi dies, he will be fine. "

The messenger keeps smiling and never talks too much.

When the two armies were fighting, Yang Binghua didn't kill Luo Jue. After ridiculing Luo Jue for a while in front of everyone, Yang Binghua let him go.

When the emissary walked away, Yang Binghua's face suddenly darkened. He asked someone to call Yang Xiao over, and kicked him without waiting for him to salute.

There is no truth to the truth, what Luo Jue said may not be completely true, but it is always true that Yang Yan was injured by him.

Yang Xiao knelt down on the ground in pain, swallowing the joy in his heart when he just heard the news, "Father, I also made an expedient measure, so I accidentally hurt my elder brother. It's my fault, and I am willing to be punished."

Yang Binghua didn't speak, he was so careless, if Luo Jue didn't take this matter to provoke him deliberately, how long would he be concealed?

The lieutenant next to him carefully comforted him, "Master Hou, the Second Young Master is also in a hurry, and it is understandable. Besides, if something happens to the Young Master, the Second Young Master must come..."

The following words are not finished.The lieutenant thought to himself, if the son had already passed away, it could only be his fault.If he hadn't insisted on leaving, how could there be such a disaster?

What's more, there is nothing to do if the son is dead, but Yang Xiao is still alive, it is much more cost-effective to train him than to mourn a dead person.Even if Yang Xiao can't, there are still a few other sons.

Yang Yan grimaced, "Go and check to see what Luo Xi is doing now."

After finishing speaking, Yang Yan shifted his eyes to Yang Xiao, his eyes were extremely cold, "Get off."

A few more homing pigeons flew over from the north. Luo Xi took a look and then looked away. Looking at this thin and small body, he knew that it was not from the Luo family.

Luo Xi is very busy. He has been busy printing books recently, and he also plans to sort out part of the Luo family's original book collection.

The pigeon had nothing to do, so it just flew beside Luo Xi, and went back with him at night.

Yang Yan waited for him in the government office, and handed him a bowl of milky white soup.

Luo Xi took a sip, but thought it tasted good, and asked casually, "What kind of soup is this?"

"Pigeon soup." Yang Yan said with a smile.

Luo Xi was stunned and looked at Yang Yan.

The pigeon was bouncing around on the dining table, leaning on Yang Yan's right hand to eat snacks, but upon hearing this, it flew to Luo Xi's shoulder, away from Yang Yan, and called a little hurriedly, "Coo coo coo."

"The best pigeons have the most delicious meat, but these pigeons are a little thinner. Next time, I'll find some fatter and more meaty ones," Yang Yan said regretfully, "I didn't catch many this time, only three. , I can only take—"

"Cough, cough, cough," Luo Xi coughed.In the morning, it was probably the carrier pigeon that Yang Binghua flew over, but now it has become their ration.

Speaking of the latter, Yang Yan's eyes slowly shifted to the pigeon.

Startled, the pigeon quickly flew away.

Yang Yan didn't explain why he didn't reply to the letter, and Luo Xi didn't ask either. The two had a hand-to-hand conversation and then discussed other matters.

Yang Binghua and Luo Jue fought again, and Luo Jue was obviously extra careful this time, and I don't know where Yang Binghua provoked him.

At the same time, the content of the last communication between Luo Xi and Luo Jue was spread to the capital, and the close connection between Luo Xi and the Luo family was also broken.

Of course, this does not mean that the two parties have cut off contact, but that the money, weapons, and food that the Luo family would send every half a month have disappeared. Although the two parties will still exchange information, the previous assistance is gone. .

Uncle Luo Shangshu does not object to the dispute between Luo Xi and Luo Jue, but only expresses his position. If Luo Xi does not retreat, then he can only get what he wants. He will not favor sides. Information can be given, but others cannot .

In fact, Luo Shangshu was far away in the capital, sighing silently.He didn't particularly understand Luo Xi's attitude. After all, his younger brother was only such a son, and it was impossible for him to favor others.

Since it is his sooner or later?So how much difference does early or late make?It's also good to be late, the court has already been sorted out, and those who should be killed have already died. As long as Luo Xi follows the steps to stabilize the country, he will be relaxed and at ease, and he doesn't need to be called cruel.

After thinking about it, Luo Shangshu could only attribute it to the attractive position of the founding emperor.

In fact, Yang Yan also had the same problem after reading the letter.

He remembered a sentence Luo Xi said before, while pressing Luo Xi's acupuncture points in a leisurely manner, he raised his eyebrows and repeated: "You want to wake up and take over the power of the world, and lie drunk on the lap of a beauty?"

Luo Xi let out a muffled laugh, "Isn't the latter the present?"

Yang Yan was startled, and slowly realized that he was being teased, so he just held Luo Xi's hand and exerted a little force, "The beauty is late, the general has a gray head..."

Luo Xi looked at him as if caring for a little fool, "Then I'm getting old too."

Is it possible that he can become a fairy by himself, and then live forever?

Before Yang Yan could finish feeling sad, Luo Xi hinted again, "What's more, the old man has a long way to go—"

Yang Yan's face darkened, and the little bit of sadness in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he covered Luo Xi's lips, "Stop talking."

Going on, he worried about how long the candles would be lit tonight.

When the joke was over, Luo Xi pulled Yang Yan's hand and finally sat up, "Fame is not that important to me, what matters is the timing, now is the best opportunity for change, if I am not the superior, I just Can just sit back and miss it."

He has seen the bustling crowds and the scene of ten alleys and nine empty spaces in modern times, and he has long given up the thought of showing off. Besides, although the throne means honor, it also means the risk of being assassinated.

"Then what do you want to do?" Yang Yan moved closer.

Luo Xi spread out a map with ten circled places on it, "I want to open an academy."

Yang Yan frowned. There are many aristocratic families. Basically, each family has its own ethnology and its own teachers. Those who go to outside academies are usually side branches or study tours, and not many serious students study.

Before Yang Yan could speak, Luo Xi emphasized again, "The kind of academy that allows children from poor families to enroll."

"Then?" Yang Yan's voice was hoarse, he thought of something.

"Five years later, I will hold an imperial examination to select officials." Luo Xi said in a deep voice, "These people will become my first batch of forces, and they will all be distributed to various counties and counties to compete with the aristocratic family."

It is true that the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats ruled the world together. Even if Luo Xi had brought down so many cities with his own hands, he still had to give enough face to those aristocratic families in the cities.

Because very few people can read and write, the city needs to be managed, and the management can only belong to the aristocratic family.

With their monopoly of knowledge, they also have a monopoly of power.

On the one hand, after 20 years, Luo Xi is afraid that the government will not be able to get out of the central government, and the people below will deceive others; on the other hand, he hopes that he can bring something to this era, at least so that more people can climb up. path of.

It is true that the imperial examination also has many problems, but this is already the best way to solve the predicament.

"You are so bold," Yang Yan sighed, this matter is no less than digging the family's ancestral grave, he hugged Luo Xi tightly, "Then let's do it together."

"Aren't you afraid?" Luo Xi looked at him.

"If we win, we will leave a mark in history, we have rewritten the established court structure, and no one else needs to comment on merits and demerits," Yang Yan played with Luo Xi's fingers.

"Was lost?"

"Then I'll help you and kill them all." Yang Yan's voice suddenly turned cold.

At that time, I will bear all the mistakes.

Luo Xi held Yang Yan's hand tightly, "We will not lose."

Yang Yan originally planned to cook all three pigeons, but now he simply took out one and wrote a letter to let it fly back to Yang's house in the capital, asking the old servant there to deliver the book for him.

Since Luo Xi wanted to build an academy, the collection of books was naturally indispensable, and the two huddled together to discuss the details.

"It is simply divided into elementary school, middle school and university."

"Three years of elementary school education, three years, one year to know basic characters and numbers, two years to be familiar with simple articles and calculations, and then some martial arts courses."

"What does the martial arts course teach?"

"Strengthen your body? Bow and shoot arrows?"

"Secondary education is also four years. It has a threshold for entry. It starts with simple divisions. Witch doctors and musicians study separately. Those who want to take the road of Wenju study articles and abacus in depth. Those who want to take the road of martial arts have to start to temper their muscles. To study the art of war, to form an army, to study the law for both.”

"University is mainly provided for those who enter the court and become officials. Since those people are going to be sent down, they can't just rely on reading a few books to learn something. There must be no less practical training. One year is almost enough."

"The site selection of the ten places is to open five elementary schools first, and then open a middle school. The universities will not be used for the time being, but they must be written down."

Luo Xi is still very realistic. The imperial examination is a means of screening people, but there is a big gap between learning and being able to use it. In modern society, there are internships before taking up a job. If these people want to become officials directly, they must start from the simple ones. get started.

Luo Xi quickly recorded on paper, constantly adding, subtracting and subtracting.

The sun shone down, reflecting on Luo Xi's face, the eyelashes trembled, Yang Yan's hands were a little itchy, and he couldn't help but want to do it.

Yang Yan looked at him, and suddenly said, "I'll bring the martial arts part."

This group of people is well trained and will become the backbone of the army.

Luo Xi responded immediately, and asked casually, "Those literati settled down? Didn't they say a few days ago that they wanted to pursue the orthodoxy and find the clan?"

"I caught about [-] of them, and they are locked up," Yang Yan yawned, "There are quite a few that I missed."

Luo Xi's eyes lit up, the college happened to be short of teachers.

The author has something to say: Just treat me like that pigeon and eat it

Recently, I feel that I have lost enthusiasm for the main text, and I really want to write a special episode, but unfortunately I can only wait until the end to write the extra episode