The eldest son died, and the second son, Urn Jiratai, had a fever in his head, and he was impulsive and misbehaved, making a big mistake.

Originally, the people of Kaifeng were mostly from the Jin country, and it was only five years before the fall of the Jin country.

For a long time, with the governance and pacification of Zhang Rou, the general of the Jin Kingdom, the people in Henan have not had any turmoil.

But now the second son, Wengjiratai, is killing people on the street for no reason, even if the situation is controlled in the end, but the people's will is not so easy to recover.

He put down his body and apologized publicly to the people of Kaifeng, but he still saw deep fear and vigilance in the eyes of the people of Henan.

In addition, the second son has been taught many times, but he has never listened to his own words, and the king of Zong feels weak without spending his mouth, and sits in the living room at night sighing.

I thought that when my father came, he would be able to support himself, and he would be able to give Zhang Rou, a person who committed trouble, a little color. Unexpectedly, his father not only blamed Zhang Rou for his rudeness, but also forced himself to apologize, and the second son Wengjiratai was very uncomfortable when he thought of his eldest brother's unknown death.

Especially in the past few days, my father has gone everywhere to make amends, and he can't stop sighing at night. According to me, those people have been killed, and the place is vacated just in time for grazing!

It's useless for us to keep this farmland. Raising those white-eyed wolves means that they are sending assassins to assassinate us? ”

"Nonsense, where did you learn these things? It's hard to care what other people's families think about being fathers, but how can our family be so stupid. Since our ancestor Genghis Khan unified the Mobei steppe, our Mongolia is now rich all over the world. The territory is vast. Is it possible to rule the world by the way of grazing in the past?

If it weren't for the governance methods of Prime Minister Yelu back then. It's easy for us to fight the world, but it's not as easy to govern as it is now. After all, the population of our Mongolian tribe is too small, where can we manage it. ”

The second son, Wengjiratai, talked nonsense, and picked up the old ideas of most of the people in the tribe, and Wen Wenhua, who had always been very knowledgeable, got angry when he heard this, and slapped the table to teach.

"Hmph, it's all Yelu Chucai's Liao dog, what kind of governing policy does he always advocate in front of the Great Khan? Does he know how to govern the country with a P? If you have the ability. How could their Liao country perish? Now I'm fooling Da Khan with that set of self-righteous theories, I hope Da Khan is smart enough and don't be fooled by the old dog! ”

Although his father was as warm as Genghis Khan, he greatly admired Yelu Chucai, the talented son of the Liao State, but most of the new generation of Mongolian warriors and young generals like Wengjiratai looked down on them.

What's so great about being a slave to a dead country? Hold the position of prime minister, one person under ten thousand people, and dictate to these Mongolian nobles.

In the past, the eldest son was still there, and he could still let the second son urn Jiratai mess around.

But now that the eldest son is dead, the second son, Urn Jiratai, will be the one who will inherit the throne in the future.

The mouth temperature does not take where the second son's words can be accommodated. Immediately, his face turned dark, and he said undoubtedly: "The prime minister is wise and wise. How can you be a junior to criticize?

Intimidation and massacres are only temporary deterrents, but they cannot be used for long. Because although people can kill in one place at a time, hatred is like a seed in the soil. As long as there is a little omission, as soon as there is moisture, it will take root and sprout immediately.

When the seed grows into a seedling and is still very weak, it will pretend to be pitiful and sympathetic, so that competitors will be negligent. Once the seedling grows strong and grows into a towering tree, it will make his enemies regret it.

When Genghis Khan was young, his father, your great-grandfather, died at the hands of the Tatars. Upon returning to the tribe, the Mongol headquarters quickly split up, and most of the people moved away with the Taichi Ube Shunhan Nanhe, leaving only your great-grandfather's family to survive.

Back then, your grandfather, Belgutai, and my father were in harmony with Genghis Khan Temu. The family was like a small sapling, growing up in the wind and rain, and although there were many difficulties and obstacles on the way, in the end we still went through those difficult days and destroyed the Tatars.

This is not only a story, but also a lesson for the Father, that if you want to destroy a tribe, you must kill it. If you can't kill them all, you have to appease them and treat them as human beings. As long as they are one with us, regardless of each other, there will be no rebellion again.

Look at what you did the other day, a massacre ruined General Zhang's business for many years. It's not so easy to build that trust. ”

The lesson of the warm mouth is reasonable and well-founded, and it is so that the urn Jiratai can't refute it, even if he is still a little unconvinced in his heart, but he can't find any words on his mouth, so he can only bow his head silently and not speak.

Knowing that the son is not as good as the father, the second son, Wengjiratai, did not refute, but accepted his own words.

But seeing that his son still didn't seem to understand, he was about to continue, when someone photographed it on the paper window outside the bedroom door, and immediately asked, "Who?" ”

There was no order but someone came, disturbing the conversation between father and son at night, and the second son, Wengjiratai, had just been taught a lesson, and he was immediately diverted from his anger, and asked, "Who is outside?" ”

"Little prince, the villain is the doctor in General Zhang's mansion, and he got General Zhang's order to send medicine to the prince!"

When the door was opened, there stood an old man, forty or fifty years old, kind and energetic.

I have seen it in Zhang Rou's Mansion these days, and the little prince Wengji Ratai recognized at a glance that the person who came was the divine doctor in the Hou Rou's mansion. Half a year ago, Zhang Rou was hit by a flying stone on the bridge of her nose and ruined her appearance, but she didn't expect that the old man in front of her had a secret recipe, and he actually had the ability to return to heaven and rebuild, and repaired Zhang Rou's broken face to the same extent as before.

He was not only a person from Zhang Rou's mansion, but also a person who had met him, and his face was serious, so he stood up, his attitude became kind, and he cordially greeted the old man into the house.

When his son closed the door, his mouth temperature remained unchanged, he deliberately kept his distance, stared at the old man standing in the living room and said: "General Zhang has a heart, this king is just some small problems, I didn't expect him to remember." Sir, put down the medicine and rest and have a cup of tea, and you go and open the door and let the people prepare. ”

Seeing that the urn Jiratai had been ordered to go out and instruct his subordinates to entertain him, the old man Li Lin hurriedly put down the medicine, approached the mouth and said quite crampedly: "The prince is polite, how can the villain He De dare to let the prince entertain."

Here is the medicine prepared by the villain, called 'Floating Life Like a Dream', which is a good medicine for consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan. Lord, even if you eat it on time, it won't be long before those little problems on your body will be completely cured. ”

Li Lin took a step further, took a step back without spending the temperature of the mouth, and always kept his distance.

In the incomprehensible gaze of the old doctor of Zhangfu, his tone changed, and he said with a smile and questioning:

"Really? Medicine? It can't be poison, right? (To be continued.) )