In the future, Earth becomes a relic of the mythical era.

Chapter 205 You've done something really big at home!

A lung stone is a red-painted stone on which a person can stand.

At this moment, Qiao Da and several other highly respected figures among the river workers were standing on top, loudly denouncing the evil deeds of the Shence Army.

There were also hundreds of river workers nearby.

If it weren't for the tight security in the capital, which prevented so many people from getting in, the thousands of surviving river workers would probably have come here.

But at this moment, the hundreds of river workers were hardly noticeable among the crowd of onlookers.

A large crowd surged about, and discussions continued.

"Why did the Shence Army massacre the workers at Mengjin River and the people of Meng County?"

"Regardless of the reason, it is not surprising that the Shence Army would do such a thing. They are wolves and should have been punished and beheaded long ago!"

Do you want to die?

"What is there to be afraid of? We scholars have no shame in our conduct, and it is not a pity to die for our country!"

"Damn it, you're insane!"

"Prince Jing? You mean the deposed Prince Jing? Wasn't he banished from the capital?"

"How is he involved in this?"

"These river workers were actually rescued by Prince Jing?"

“The magistrate of Mengjin County, Cui Chenglin, seems to be a member of the Cui clan of Boling. How could he be advocating for Prince Jing? Could it be that the Cui clan has pledged allegiance to Prince Jing?”

In the crowd, someone mentioned the Cui family, but was quickly drowned out by gossip.

Because it's too ridiculous.

This is even more absurd and outrageous than the ridiculous story of King Jing using his divine power to save thousands of river workers.

"He single-handedly charged into an army of thousands and angrily rebuked the Shence Army generals? Does he really have such courage?"

"To behead a general with a single sword strike—is this really referring to that incompetent and ignorant Prince Jing?"

"impossible!"

"If he really had such abilities, how come he was stripped of his royal title?"

"I've heard that this Prince Jing is extremely cowardly. Even the maids and eunuchs serving him can bully and humiliate him, yet he dares not speak out. He has no manly spirit whatsoever. How could he possibly accomplish such a momentous feat?"

"Shut up! His Highness Prince Jing is wise and mighty, a man of divine appearance, and our benefactor! If you continue to spout nonsense, we'll fight you to the death!"

Someone in the crowd made an insolent remark, which enraged the river workers, and the crowd immediately became indignant.

Undeterred by whether the speaker was rich or powerful, they launched into a tirade, even threatening physical violence.

Fortunately, this place is outside the Ziwei City, guarded by the Imperial Guards.

They can't interfere with the stone drum.

But if someone tries to cause trouble, they're asking for death.

A squad of imperial guards surrounded them, and after they angrily rebuked and stopped them, no one dared to cause any more trouble.

He continued to hurl insults.

Neither side can convince the other with insults.

However, the evil deeds of the Shence Army could not be concealed.

Although few people believed the story of Prince Jing, it was still widely circulated.

This deposed king, who had always been disregarded by others, made a name for himself in the capital in an unexpected way.

……

Mengjin County Government Office.

Xie Lingxin sat in the room.

"Old Xie, did you really do this?"

With the help of Baishitong, Cui Hong was finally able to contact Xie Lingxin.

Xie Lingxin: "You heard it too?"

Cui Hong: "This matter has spread throughout the capital. From high-ranking officials to ordinary people, who doesn't know about it?"

"You've made such a big fuss, Wang Shoucheng won't let you off the hook. What are you planning to do?"

He had no doubt about Xie Lingxin's abilities, but he was somewhat puzzled by her actions.

It's not that he wasn't smart enough, but that he didn't understand this era or the situation in the world like Cui Chenglin did.

Xie Lingxin: "Don't worry, the bigger the commotion, the safer I am."

"Moreover, I have a scion of a first-class aristocratic family by my side. You should know that among the top powers of the Great Zhou, first-class aristocratic families are capable of rivaling the royal family."

"The struggle between the imperial power and the aristocratic families in the Great Zhou Dynasty is hidden beneath the surface, but it is actually a turbulent undercurrent. No matter what the truth is, with this person around, it is enough to muddy the waters."

Cui Hong knew that the Domain Guide Manual contained relevant information.

He's a very smart person, and with this information, he probably deduced some things.

"So you're trying to leverage the influence of powerful families? What if you add scholars to the mix?"

Xie Lingxin: "That would be even better, but do you know how bad my reputation is as the 'Prince Jing'? How could I possibly associate with scholars?"

Cui Hong: "Hey, neither you nor I can do it, but my 'grandfather' can!"

Xie Lingxin was taken aback, then asked, "Oh right, I forgot to ask you, how's Wang Jian's situation?"

Cui Hong: "Don't worry, as you said, 'Grandfather' wrote a poem and dedicated it to Wang Shoucheng."

“They were originally from the same clan and had a good relationship. His ‘grandfather’ was very obsequious and was a famous poet. How could Wang Shouchang refuse his work? It’s all over now.”

Xie Lingxin thought to himself, "He truly deserves to be called a poet who will be remembered in history."

Once such a person sets their mind to writing poems to flatter someone, no one can resist them.

What about a eunuch like Wang Shouchang who sought fame?
Xie Lingxin, speaking through the Pepsi channel, said, "You want to persuade Wang Jian to help me? That's highly unlikely."

Cui Hong chuckled and said, "Don't worry, leave this to me."

……

The capital city.

The Wang Family Mansion.

Wang Xuan, who is Cui Hong's reincarnation identity in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his grandfather Wang Jian, have changed their usual gloomy expressions.

With beaming smiles, he hosted a banquet for his good friends in the garden of his home. They toasted each other, exchanged poems, and enjoyed themselves immensely.

"Zhongchu, we've escaped a great calamity, we should drink to our hearts' content! Come! Let's drink to our hearts' content!"

A thin, gaunt old man, with a touch of boldness, raised his cup, his cheeks slightly flushed, exhaling the smell of wine.

Everyone responded in unison, raised their glasses, and drank them down in one gulp.

Another elderly man with white hair and beard, and an elegant and refined demeanor, sighed, "Zhongchu should learn a lesson from this experience and be more careful with his words in the future, and not speak recklessly!"

Wang Jian looked terrified: "Yes, yes, Brother Letian is absolutely right, how could I dare to do that again?"

He had barely finished speaking when he sighed, then changed the subject: "Alas, nowadays... their power is immense, like the sun at its zenith, even the three kings must avoid their sharp edge, the political situation is bleak..."

The refined old man quickly stopped him: "Hey! We just finished talking, why are you here again?"

The magnanimous old man waved his hand dismissively: "What's there to be afraid of? What can a mere eunuch do to us? We'll just die anyway, what's there to fear?"

The refined old man, addressed as Brother Letian, shook his head helplessly and could only change the subject: "Zhongchu, how did you escape this predicament? Just a few days ago, I saw you looking worried and even trying to send your family away."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian laughed heartily: "This matter is easy; a single poem will resolve the crisis."

"Oh?"

The burly old man leaned forward: "Tell me quickly!"

Wang Jian recounted the events with a hint of smugness.

His friends were all deeply impressed and praised his poems highly.

The refined old man seemed to be deep in thought: "Was this Wencheng's idea?"

Wang Jian waved his hand and said, "He doesn't have that ability. It was just a friend of my grandson who reminded him. I suppose he's trying to use this opportunity to climb the social ladder."

"I see."

The refined old man nodded.

Given their reputation and status, scholars and intellectuals often visited them, seeking fame, advice, or education.

It's not surprising that there are many talented people among them.

"Speaking of Wang Shoucheng, there is a major event in the capital recently that is related to him."

At this moment, someone said, "It is said that the Shence Army has become so audacious that they have wantonly slaughtered civilians. More than a thousand people have been massacred in the Mengjin River works and surrounding villages. It is simply outrageous!"

"I've heard about this too. The surviving river workers have now taken their complaint to the outskirts of the Forbidden City, erected a stone tablet, and sounded the drum of petition, alarming the imperial court!"

"Three days after he erects the lung stone, the imperial court will surely accept the case. Wang Shoucheng's perverse actions will surely bring him bitter fruit this time!"

Some people shook their heads in opposition, saying, "How could it be so easy? This man wields immense power, controlling both palace affairs and the Northern Imperial Guards. The three regents rely heavily on him. To bring him down? How easy is that?"

"Given his character, those river workers are probably courting their own destruction and will not escape death."

Someone said, "I've also heard that there's something going on with that Prince Jing here? Everyone says he's an incompetent fool who's been stripped of his title and banished from the capital. I never expected that he'd cause such a big commotion in just a few days."

"I don't know if the rumors are true or false."

Wang Jian laughed and said, "How could that be? I have also heard of Prince Jing. He is neither good at literature nor martial arts. He can even humiliate a lowly eunuch. Where would he get such ability and courage?"

"Right……"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

It's just that Prince Jing has such a bad reputation, who could believe he could do such a big thing?

"Grandpa, you're wrong."

At this moment, Cui Hong walked towards the garden with a smile.

He bowed to the many distinguished guests present.

"Wencheng, what brings you here?"

Wang Jian was naturally not angry when he saw his beloved grandson, especially since he had just escaped a great calamity, he was overjoyed.

Cui Hong smiled and said, "Grandpa, didn't you want to know who my friend was who saved you from this great calamity?"

He specifically pointed out that he would save you from danger.

"Oh? Who is it?"

Not only Wang Jian, but the others also looked on curiously.

Cui Hong said, "It is His Highness Prince Jing!"

"what?!"

Wang Jian was stunned, and the others stared wide-eyed.

Coming to his senses, Wang Jian quickly asked, "When did my grandson become acquainted with King Jing?"

He knew his grandson was always well-behaved and wouldn't lie, so he didn't doubt his grandson's words.

However, this statement is truly unbelievable and perplexing.

"Grandpa, actually I've known Prince Jing for a long time, and he's not like the rumors suggest,"

"He is kind and benevolent, humble and modest, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and possesses great talent and ambition; such a man is hard to find in this world!"

Cui Hong showered him with praise and then embellished the story.

The assembled dignitaries were all dumbfounded.

"Wencheng, is what you said true?"

The one who asked the question was the refined old man.

Cui Hong recognized the old man; his name was Bai Juyi, and his pen name was Xiangshan Jushi.

Although Wang Xuan was not particularly talented, he was still aware of this renowned scholar.

And the gaunt old man next to him, named Liu Yuxi, was also a famous scholar.

The two were equally famous, one known as the "Poet Demon" and the other as the "Poet Hero," both rare Confucian sages in the world today.

His targets this time are these two!

"To Mr. Letian, not a single word of it is false!"

Bai Juyi, Liu Yuxi, and others exchanged glances, all seemingly lost in thought.

Who are they? It's obvious that Wang Xuan (Cui Hong) is intentionally advocating for King Jing at this moment.

He couldn't help but look at Wang Jian and laugh, "Zhongchu, you've done something really great at home!"

(End of this chapter)