"Old master, Daozhou city is just up ahead. I can see that there are quite a few people at the resting point with their flags fluttering in the wind. It seems like the officials of Daozhou city are here to welcome old master."
The rumbling carriage was moving on the official road. Zheng, who was driving the carriage in front, lifted the curtain in front of the carriage and said to Xia Pingan, who was in the carriage.
"Got it. Let's stop at the resting point in front." Xia Pingan ordered.
Zheng nodded and continued driving.
Xia Pingan looked at Han Yu's " on the crafty sycophants " in her hands with great interest.
This Han Yu's essay was indeed excellent. Even if he wrote this essay to scold him, this " on a traitor " was also written flawlessly. This " on a traitor " was based on various references, Sutras, and classics, from " Yi " to " Shangshu ". Han Yu picked a few words and scolded him thoroughly, leaving him with nothing to say.
