Zhao Zhu, who did not say a word, looked towards the northwest in a daze, revealing a worried expression. Although Nanjiang had its own outstanding spy system, it had never extended its hands to Beiliang, and Beiliang's Fu Shui Fang also tacitly did not place any pawns in Nanjiang. This kind of respect was not only because of Beiliang's 300,000 strong cavalry and Nanjiang's 200,000 strong army, nor was it because of the mutual fear between the two kings, Xu Xiao and Zhao Bing, but more importantly, it was a kind of appreciation between heroes. This kind of feeling was like seeing all the heroes in the world and being the only one on the same level. And in Zhao Zhu's generation, how could he, the Crown Prince of Yan Chi, and the new Liang King Hsu Fengnian be ordinary friends?
Previously, when he let Lin Hongyuan of the Dragon Palace get involved in the Purple Dress of Mount Hui, he also told Hsu Fengnian that if worst came to worst, he could just give up on Beiliang. In the end, Nanjiang was still a path of retreat for him.
Among the intelligence reports that Zhao Zhu had obtained, the furthest he could get was fragmented news from Huainan Dao. Now that Cai Nan and Han Lin were the Provincial Governor and Administrator respectively, it seemed that they had purposely blocked off all the channels of military intelligence from Northern Liang. All the posthouse routes, large and small, were tightly sealed off. Even the court bulletin from the Li Yang Imperial Court did not mention a single word about the current situation in Northern Liang. Therefore, Zhao Zhu only knew that twenty days ago, Wang Sui had led the elite cavalry of the eastern front to raid Northern Ji, then rushed to River Province, heading straight for the Helan Mountain Range located east of Northern Liang's Youzhou. It seemed like the battles in Liuzhou and Liangzhou were not favorable to Beiliang. In the calculations of Zhang Dingyuan, Gu Ying, Ye Xiufeng, and the others, the chances of Beiliang winning were extremely small. Unless they won on all three fronts, whether it was losing the mobile cavalry of Liuzhou, causing the west gate of Liangzhou to be wide open, or Yang Yuanzan's army breaking through Xiaguang City and meeting up with Yang Yuanzan's cavalry in Youzhou, the Beiliang Frontier Army trapped in Liangzhou could only die in battle or wait for death. As for losing the central front of Liangzhou, there was no need to mention it.
Zhao Zhu murmured softly, "It's good if you lose. When the time comes, you and I will fight side by side."
Zhao Zhu straightened his body and stretched out a hand, clenching his fist tightly.
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Unlike the stiff atmosphere of the banquet ship on the western front of Guangling, Zhao Yi and Zhao Yuang personally held a banquet for their former confidant and subordinate Song Li in the Prince of Guangling's mansion. For the first time, the Guangling Magistrate Wang Xionggui, who had always been closed to guests, appeared. When Song Li mentioned that Wang Yuanran, the youngest son of Lord Wang, had entered the capital's Ministry of Rites and become the director of the Department for Purging Officials, Wang Xionggui, who had been unable to conceal his gloominess, suddenly smiled. At the banquet, the two young officials temporarily observing politics in the Ministry of Works were ignored by everyone after Song Li personally blocked the wine for a young man surnamed Lu. The shifty-eyed guest of the prince's mansion, Zhang Zhupo, was not on good terms with Song Li, who had returned to his hometown. One was the chief strategist of the Guangling Spring Snow Building, while the other was a distinguished and handsome man that Zhao Yi viewed as a lucky general. However, tonight, Zhang Zhupo found all sorts of reasons to punish himself by drinking seven or eight cups of wine to the point that his moustache was sticky. Crown Prince Zhao Yi's eyes were gloomy, but Zhao Yi was all smiles from beginning to end.
The night after the banquet ended, two officials from the Ministry of Works, who had come to inspect the rivers and canals of Guangling, met in a side courtyard of the prince's mansion to drink wine. The man surnamed Lu was actually blind.
The young man surnamed Sun, who had been dead drunk at the banquet, was not drunk at all. He leaned lazily on a graceful chair made of red sandalwood and poured a cup of wine for the blind young man across from him. He smiled and said, "Song Li did not have good intentions. He purposely blocked the wine for you. He was clearly reminding Zhao Yi to tell the Guangling Prince's mansion that you, a minor official of the Ministry of Works, actually have a more special status than me, Sun Yin."
The blind man Lu Suan, who had entered and left the capital, sat upright and still. He was not as imposing as Sun Yin, who was famous throughout the capital. He said softly, "General Zhennan is after all an old man of the Spring Snow Building. A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water. This action is not excessive. Why not have Song Li treated him with courtesy? It would not have been easy for Zhang Zhupo to smoothly find Sir Sun to discuss matters."
Sun Yin laughed loudly and said, "Zhao Yi is already in such a miserable state. What else can he do other than smash a broken jar? He could have turned a blind eye and let Zhang Zhupo choose a tree to nest in. In any case, he could have saved some incense for Crown Prince Zhao Yuang. In this way, the court would have two generals, Song Li, Lu Shengxiang, and Zhang Zhupo as a civil official. Only then would Zhao Yuang be able to steadily enjoy himself as a Prince. Otherwise, when the world is peaceful and the power of the generals declines, without Zhang Zhupo's protection in the officialdom, any provincial governor from Guangling would be able to easily play Zhao Yuang to death. "
Lu Xu smiled and said, "The general trend is like this. However, in the history books, are there any lack of tragic disasters caused by impulsive emperors?"
Sun Yin curled his lips with a disdainful expression.
Lu Xu sighed and said, "For people like Zhao Yi, no matter how bad his reputation is or how unbearable he is compared to the other vassal kings, he is still worthy of the respect of us younger generations who have taken advantage of the situation."
Sun Yin frowned but gradually restrained his arrogance. He joked, "Sir Lu, you are not that much older than me. You act like an old man."
Lu Xu did not make a sound.
Sun Yin lowered his voice and said, "I am very curious. How did you convince His Majesty to make the decision to send Lu Baijie from the Ministry of War to Guangling as the provincial governor? For this reason, you have completely angered the entire Gangnam-do scholar group. You have to know that Yu Jiankang and the other old men all hope that Tang Xi Sword Immortal can temporarily stay away from trouble. They would rather be like Xu Gong and be hidden by the court in the two Liao Provinces and have his official career delayed for two or three years. That would be better than being the first bird to make a name for himself. Therefore, many people say that you have attached yourself to the Peng family of Liaodong in the north in Great Peace City. That is why you are causing trouble for the four major families of Gangnam-do … "
Lu Xu raised his head and closed his eyes, "looking" at Sun Yin.
Sun Yin smiled embarrassedly. He was clearly embarrassed. There was no point in playing tricks in front of a smart person like Lu Xu.
Sun Yin was being unkind. Lu Xu went straight to the point and said, "Qi Yanglong and Tantanon did not want Lu Baijie to come to Guangling. On the one hand, they valued his talent. On the other hand, they could not speak of it. After all, the Lu family and the Xu family of Beiliang are in-laws. If history is a mirror, the so-called loyalty of the world is, in the end, the loyalty of the scholars. The loyalty of the people is nothing more than gaining the recognition of the scholars. The Lu family of Qingzhou entering Beiliang is already a warning. After that, there were scholars who went to Liangzhou and Wudang to debate Buddhism. At this time, Lu Baijie should not have come to Guangling, which is adjacent to Gangnam-do. However, if one does not have long-term considerations, one will have short-term worries. Once one has long-term considerations, most of them will have short-term worries. Sir Sun asked me how I convinced His Majesty. It was very simple. It was just one sentence. Let the current matter be, there is no need to worry about the short-term worries, and there is no need to worry about the future. "
Sun Yin grimaced. "These words are a little overbearing."
Lu Xu raised his head and drank the wine in his cup. He laughed self-deprecatingly. "Of course, before leaving the capital, I had a long talk with the Emperor. For this sentence, I said thousands of sentences."
Lu Xu put down his wine cup. "Compared to fighting on the battlefield, everyone is going to die. I, Lu Xu, am just moving my lips. It is a hundred times useless. "
Sun Yin shook his head and laughed. "A hundred times useless scholar? Zhang Zhupo, Song Li, Zhao Yi, Zhao Yuang and his son, Lu Baijie, Yuan Guo, your old master Zhao Xun, Wu Zhongxuan, Lu Shengxiang, and the entire Guangling … Such a big chessboard. You and I, two small Minister Counsellors of the Ministry of Works, can maneuver freely here. How can we be useless? "
Lu Xu lowered his head and "looked" at the table, just like when he sat in Yongzi Alley. There was a chessboard in front of him.
Lu Xu muttered to himself, "There are wins and losses in chess, and there are profits and losses in gambling. However, for the sake of the Emperor and the world, this kind of pointing out the country, our fingertips are all covered in blood. "
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The last signing event of Xue Zhong was held in Guangzhou. The specific address was Guangzhou Book Purchase Centre, No. 123 Tianhe Road.
There are many things that can be said when we meet …
PS: Do not bring blades and other things …
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