Chapter 20

People will always change, the friends who have been promoted are not as easy as they used to be, the generals who have married no longer drink flower wine, the prince who has a husband is becoming more and more moody, but the gentleman who was transferred to Lingbei has become ruthless.

The young general had some indescribable feelings, in fact, he had long been accustomed to killing, accustomed to treating the enemy's life as a mustard, but seeing that the people around him had become like this one by one, even Mr. had changed, he was a little uncomfortable.

The young general couldn't hide something in his heart, so he took the time to carry a jar of good wine and went to talk to Mr.

"Sir, are you really right when you say that we have killed so many enemies?" the young general drank bowl after bowl. "They show off their heads, saying it's the glory of men, but I still don't know if we're doing the right thing. ”

The gentleman asked, "Have you asked your lord?"

The young general nodded: "The prince said, kill to stop killing, but I don't understand, sir, is what Your Highness said right?"

The gentleman smiled and poured himself a cup of tea: "I don't know if what His Highness said is right, but everything has to pay a price, if you want peace, you must first know the pain of war, and if you want to win, you must first have sacrifice." ”

"To kill is to kill, and never forget that you have someone else's blood on your hands. The gentleman's expression has been calm, "With a thunderbolt, show the bodhisattva's heart." ”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Past life, present life+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Facing a group of half-grown teenagers kneeling in the court, the ministers had different expressions.

"Nonsense, this is still a group of children, how to ......"

"The Guozijian is a place for the country's talents, how can you not go to the court?"

"This group of prisoners gathered outside the palace to make a noise, what kind of system has it become!"

The mixed comments fell on the ears of this group of teenagers, and some of them shrank back and shrank back, but the stiff ones straightened their waists and corrected their kneeling postures a few points.

The three kneeling at the head were He Lan, Wei Heming, and Yang Zixu.

Wei Heming only felt that his father's eyes full of anger were about to burn him, and he secretly complained in his heart: even if his butt does not suffer this time, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the root of his ears to be quiet.

The Ninety-Five Venerable on the throne looked at them for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Are you all prisoners of the country?"

Everyone bowed their heads respectfully.

The emperor asked, "What are you doing when you gather the crowd to kneel at the palace gate?"

He Lan took the lead in replying: "In order to ask the imperial court to do its best to help Xuzhou." ”

At this time, Yang Zixu leaned down and whispered: "It was the student who made the time and told his classmates about the matter of Xuzhou, this is the fault of the minister, and please ask Your Majesty to investigate." ”

The emperor didn't intend to pursue Yang Zixu, but he couldn't distinguish between his expressions: "The Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, and it is not capable of relieving the disaster in Xuzhou, do you still want you prisoners to worry about me?"

This is a bit heavy, and many prisoners have lowered their heads and dare not respond.

He Lan was not afraid at all, swept away his usual lazy appearance, and calmly said: "It is precisely because of the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty that it is more difficult to make decisions. ”

As soon as these words came out, they almost offended most of the people in the court, and it was not only Wei Heming who was pierced by his eyes this time, He Lan's father, Lord He, probably even had the heart to stuff this rebel son back into his mother's belly.

Wei Heming laughed sullenly in his heart, although he had long thought that He Lan was interesting, he never expected that his courage would be so fat that he would dare to say anything.

In the face of the commotion of the ministers, the emperor didn't say anything, only glanced at He Lan again, and then pointed the finger at Wei Heming: "The little Xie Yuan of the Wei family is also here, but you are also here to remind the Manchu Dynasty of civil and military affairs?"

Wei Heming calmly: "The students only know that there are people dying of hunger and illness in Xuzhou every moment now, and the students really can't sit still at home, so they can only kneel at the gate of the palace to feel at ease." ”

"What a picture, peace of mind!" the emperor suddenly raised his voice, becoming stern and cold. "Xuzhou natural disaster, your father, as a secretary of the ministry, is in charge of the world's granary, but he doesn't know anything about it-can't he settle down?"

Wei Heming said in his heart how to complain about his father at this time, but he couldn't contradict the emperor on the surface, so he had to make a big salute and admit his mistake: "The student is afraid, and I wish to accept it on behalf of my father." ”

yes, looking at the reaction, it was really father and son.

In fact, Wei Heming is not without apprehension, I don't know if it is because he chose to go to Guozijian, the direction of this life seems to have become great, the emperor in the previous life seemed to be angry only because of natural disasters and plagues, but he didn't know what the prefect of Xuzhou did.

It was Wei Shangshu who only received a sentence or two of reprimands.

Could it be that Yang Zixu in his previous life had already died of illness before he met the emperor? So in the end, the behavior of the prefect of Xuzhou was not exposed, and those people really became vain ghosts.

From this point of view, Wei Heming is still happy.

It's just that he is a little worried that the direction of this life has changed so much, will it affect the direction of his father's life.

The emperor did not intend to let him go, but only raised his voice and asked, "Have you received it on behalf of your father?"

Wei Heming pursed his lips, glanced at Wei Shangshu, and bowed down and said: "I pray that the Holy Lord will give the student a chance, and the student is willing to go to Xuzhou with the minister to relieve the disaster, and calm the disaster to atone for today's mistakes." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

But what was even more surprising was the emperor, he didn't think about it, and responded directly: "Okay, since you have this idea, and you kneel at the palace gate with the eunuchs, then I will make an exception to give you this opportunity, let you do this disaster relief, and take your classmates to Xuzhou for disaster relief, if it is done, this account will be written off, otherwise, you will be stationed in Xuzhou, and you don't have to come back!"

After the emperor finished speaking, the ministers were half stupid, but the prisoners reacted faster and thanked them one after another.

"Please listen to the old minister, this matter must not be-"

"Wei Heming is not as old as the weak crown, and he has no official position, how can he bear the burden of sending everyone-"

"Please think twice—"

The oppositional advice poured in like a tide, but the emperor lost patience and was furious in front of the prisoners and ministers.

"When the people of Xuzhou were displaced, where were you Aiqing! When the people rumored that I was unorthodox, you Aiqing could deal with it! The prefect of Xuzhou was bold enough to decide the life and death of the people of a township and a county, wasn't it concocted by your Aiqing?"

"On weekdays, one by one for the sake of the people of Li, they actually came to coax me alone! You can't do it, since someone has come to do it, I have made up my mind, today there are seventy-two prisoners in the hall, all of them are sent to Xuzhou for disaster relief, meritorious service will be rewarded, and there will be punishment, and you don't need to say much about the rest! I just ask everyone present to think about it, where do you put me, and where do you put the people of the world?"

With that, the emperor walked away with his sleeves in his hands, frightening the courtiers.

Although the person on the dragon chair is not tolerant and benevolent, he is okay in temperament, but I am afraid that this southern rumor and the matter of Xuzhou have just stepped on his bottom line.

And the ministers did lose a lot this time, the prefect of Xuzhou was the son of a family, and the Venerable Master was also the result of the power game between the monarch and the minister, but he didn't know that this kid was so unable to support the wall, and he made such a big incident.

After several trade-offs, the ministers could not refute the emperor's will.

Do you really let these boys who don't have any hair grow to go to disaster relief?

The eyes of the ministers focused on Wei Heming, who was only twelve years old, and then turned back to Wei Shangshu, who seemed to be calm, no matter how he looked at it, he felt uneasy.

Is the emperor really not joking? Or is it ...... Earnest.

Now it seems that there are probably more elements of the latter, and the youngest disaster relief chaplain of the Jing Dynasty is about to appear.

The eyes of the prisoners looking at Wei Heming were also envious, but before Wei Heming could shake off his majesty, he was dragged out of the court by his father with a back collar in one hand, until he entered the carriage, Wei Shangshu's face was still as black as the bottom of a pot.

If it was Wei Heming in the past, Bacheng would not take the initiative to communicate with his angry father, but this time, Wei Heming didn't know why, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He called tentatively, "Father?"

"Do you still know that I am your Lao Tzu?" Wei Shangshu is like a firecracker, if you don't point it, you will blow it up directly. "You're capable, aren't you? What did I tell you before I left? I walked with your front foot and your back foot knelt at the gate of the palace for me—"

"I can't ...... either"

"No way?" Wei Shangshu was furious. "If you don't have a way, don't be strong! Today you hit the spot, the saint doesn't know how to point you to be a messenger, if the saint is angry today, even if he kills you alive, your father I can't save you, do you know?"

Wei Heming couldn't defend himself, he didn't do it after careful consideration.

Wei Shangshu saw that he had extinguished the fire, and scolded again, and finally his voice gradually subsided: "If you have a case, how can I explain it to your mother?"

Wei Heming felt that his nose was a little sour.