Is it a coincidence?

Looking at the famous post, then looking at the smiling officials across the street.

Yang Mo remembered the poem Song Zhiwen sold to Chai Shao - Ma Sanbao said that he sold it for ten cents of money.

Cui Hu's peach blossom poem was sold for only this little money, and the scholar named Song Zhiwen was obviously selling it for a loss.

Chai Shao is also a ignorant person who doesn't know the goods - he can't see the energy behind this poem.

In short, there is something wrong with selling poems and buying poems.

This was not right at the beginning, but Yang Mo's attention was not attracted.

But because of Lai Junchen's arrival, something wrong became doubt, and doubt became deep doubt.

There was also a person in history in his previous life named Lai Junchen: he was a rogue, good at informing, and was trusted by Wu Zetian.

He served as the Censor, the Censor Central Censor, and the Taipuqing. He organized hundreds of rogues to report on their own, set up a magistrate, and joined forces with his party members Zhu Nanshan to write the "Created Sutra", created various cruel torture instruments, and promoted the prison, and used to torture and forced confessions to commit suicide. Thousands of ministers and the Li Tang royal family were killed in vain.

Corruption and abuse of power, rampant, and joined forces with Hou Sizhi, Wang Hongyi and others to form a clique.

Finally, he attempted to frame Wu's kings, Princess Taiping, Zhang Yizhi and other Wu Zetian's most confidant figures, falsely accused the emperor's successor Li Dan and Luling King Li Xian, and was advised by Wei Sui.

The ending was that he was executed by Wu Zetian.

The reason I remember so detailed is that in a while in my previous life, Yang Mohua worked hard to study a book that was said to have been written by Lai Junchen - "Carbage Sutra".

This book is called the most evil art in ancient and modern times. After learning it, you can spread the officialdom and be invincible.

Of course, after researching, Yang Mo sneered at the Tao in this book.

Could it be the Lai Junchen in his previous life?

Yang Mo kept calm and quiet, listening to the other side.

Lai Junchen came to find his own reasons very simple, he wanted to investigate his life experience and whether he was a royal family member.

Of course, this is just a formality.

Li Yuan, who is now one of the ministers of the State, said that he was a royal family and married his daughter to him. He was not the same.

After confirming his identity, the court will give him an identity, such as a royal title without any power.

After all, the Yang family is already considered a vanishing leader, so it is reasonable to give him a king to maintain the face of the Yang family.

"I dare to ask the heavenly official, if the abbot is given an imperial edict, how much is the salary of the king's title?"

Yang Mo smiled. The title of Prince was something that ordinary people in this dynasty dared not even dream of.

But to him, it was not attractive - unless it was given a lot of money.

Sure enough, Lai Junchen was a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect Yang Mo to ask this.

The meaning of the imperial court is actually very simple, just give you a royal title, expand the royal family, and make the genealogy look better.

As for salary and fiefdom, they did not consider it at all.

What fiefdom do you want if you are a backless guy who weaves straw sandals and marrys into the Li family?

Logically speaking, you are a married woman and you are not even qualified to get the King's Earl.

"Young Master, this matter needs to be discussed with the court."

"Well, that means there is no salary and no fief?"

Yang Mo's blunt statement made Lai Junchen even more embarrassed and took a sip of water: "There are some..."

"There are as many, that's not many..."

Yang Mo didn't want to have an official accent with him. The court wanted to give me a title, which must be the political need of certain forces. If I didn't give it money, I would be given a name, so I didn't do this.

Lai Junchen's eyes were very poisonous. When he first saw Yang Mo, he saw him holding a straw rope to go to the market and said he would weave straw sandals. He had a low opinion of him.

At this time, he heard him asking for money and shut up his salary, and directly transferred Yang Mo into a queue that was worthless.

Therefore, he didn't have much patience with Yang Mo. There were more important things to do when he came to Taiyuan this time.

Seeing Yang Mo is just a cover.

"Young Master Yang is really not to hide it. His subordinates are from a poor and humble person. Thanks to Yan Guofu, he submitted to the court and promoted him to become a censor."

Lai Junchen looked serious and his tone was very dogmatic, which made Yang Mo frown slightly.

If you don’t pay, do you plan to convince yourself by your mouth?

He is very familiar with this routine.

First, I say that I have a low status is to regress and advance, compare the other party, and then belittle the other party without seeking progress and elevate myself.

As expected, Lai Junchen's tone became more and more serious: "Now that he is carrying the emperor's order and coming to Taiyuan, he dare not be negligent at all. The young master is a royal family. Now that our Northern Sui clan is covered with dust, and His Highness Qing is in danger. The young master is a descendant of the Yang family and Taizu. After this change plan, the world should be the most important thing..."

Yang Mo raised his hand to stop him: "Tianguan, what do you mean by saying anything? You are from a turtle and I am from a straw sandal. We are from a tiny bite of weight and we don't understand the great principles."

"As a descendant of the imperial family, even if he does not serve the country, why did he be willing to fall into depravity and become a son-in-law? Such behavior would bring shame to the royal family? What is the burden? It is a quality, and the family is poor and has no money to hire money, and it is a quality..."

Lai Junchen gritted his teeth, looking heartbroken with a feeling of regret.

"Why..."

After he finished speaking, Yang Mo sighed and looked at Lai Junchen: "Tianguan, I guess he has never eaten soft rice..."

A sudden question touched Lai Junchen's soul.

Have you ever had soft rice?

Forget it, let's count it...

"I have a limerick to give to the Heavenly Officer."

Yang Mo said, stood up and picked up the top straw rope next to him that was sorting out in the middle of the night: "Young people don't know that the soft food is fragrant, so they mistakenly planted youth in the rice seedlings. Go back and look for the rich woman, but the rich woman has already run away."

Then he gave him a smile that you could experience yourself: "The second sentence is, I can accept the king, but I have to add more money, a lot of money."

"I, a royal family member, have been living on straw sandals for more than 20 years."

After saying that, he left with a carefully selected high-quality straw rope.

What kind of title is not a title? No matter how big the title is, can it be as thick as the Li family's thighs?

One day the Li family will rebel. With the title of a king of the previous dynasty, Li Shimin dared to kill his own brother. He would be let go of his superficial brother-in-law, the remnants of the previous dynasty? It's nonsense.

If he didn't learn how to weave straw sandals quickly, it would arouse the suspicion of the Li family and he would not be able to hold his current job.

Yang Mo was not sure about Lai Junchen's identity because of a meeting.

But he did not relax his vigilance.

He always felt that there was something wrong with this Lai Junchen.

Not only is his identity problematic, but his purpose in Taiyuan is not right.

But what's wrong?

There is too little information to judge.

Yang Mo could only put away the doubts in his heart first and secretly observed the censor to come to the censor for a few days before talking about it.

Fortunately, opposite the market was the inn where Lai Junchen stayed. Yang Mo, dressed in a cloth clothes and holding a hemp rope, could easily integrate into the market environment.

When I went back in the evening, I got a clue from the inn's servant: a guest from the capital would stay in the inn for seven days.

What is it worth staying in Taiyuan for seven days?
Chapter completed!