It's day and night, and the Qu Rebellion Hou Mansion is brightly lit.

As ten days ago, above the guest hall, there are still courtiers and nobles sitting on both sides.

If you have to say that there is anything different, it is that the participants have changed from the last time when the three princes and nine kings were all-encompassing, and all the nobles of the clan were flawless, to the current scene, which is a little deserted.

——The front hall is about five zhang wide and nearly fifteen zhang long, and only dozens of people are flirted.

The lieutenants of the garrison of the Northern Army and the captains of various departments sat in the last seats, and the nine kings such as the pawns, the court lieutenants, and the imperial servants Chen Bi sat in the seats slightly ahead.

In the first three of the east seat, there are Tai Lieutenant Zhou Bo, the general Guan Ying, and Lang Zhongling Cao Yan; On the right, it is the imperial historian Cao Ji, the internal history Liu Jie, and Chen Ping personally supported the young secretary of the throne - Guangyan Marquis, Zhao Ou.

Chen Ping sat on the top with a sad face, and glanced at everyone in the hall with a little anxiety.

Just the participation in today's seminar has already made Chen Ping very worried...

You must know that last time, although I also gathered my colleagues to deal with the little emperor, the situation at that time was not an exaggeration to say that it was a good city!

All the princes and grandmasters in Beijing arrived, and those with more than 600 stone in the court and more than the northern army gathered here to discuss how to deal with the little emperor's 'resurrection'.

Looking at today, Chen Ping really can't figure out why the situation has become like this?

It seems that the quality of personnel has not decreased too much, all three of them are occupied, and among the seven positions that are still influential in Jiuqing, except for Wei Wei's 'unexpectedly' absence, the remaining six people are all present.

In terms of the army, Zhou Bo sat at the top of the east seat, and although the general was slightly selfish, his position was unswerving; Chang'an's only garrison force, the Northern Army, its main general and eight captains are there.

Whether it is military power, political power or financial power, it is firmly controlled by Chen Ping, or the Xulu group.

But Chen Ping knows very well, it's just that it looks like this on the surface...

Just from the entourage brought by everyone, Chen Ping could deduce the actual situation.

Chen Ping is firmly seated in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there is no problem with Zhou Bo and the Northern Army, but since the baby is irrigated, the situation is not right!

——The dignified general was invited to visit the prime minister, or was it a formal occasion to discuss major policies, how could he bring two personal guards to attend?

Not to mention the imperial historian Cao Ji - the one standing next to this thing is directly a retainer!

It is understandable that the baby lost power: the soldiers and horses in his hands returned to the North Camp and fell into the control of Zhou Bo, but it was just a left-handed to right-handed, and it was not a big problem.

The imperial historian Cao Ji obviously can't control the situation anymore!

Not to mention the young secretary who brought a small master of 600 stones to the meeting, as well as the court lieutenants and servants who came alone.

As a qualified politician, Chen Ping understands what is happening: power is slipping out of his hands bit by bit.

Even if it passed at a turtle speed, it was enough to make Chen Ping frown.

Recalling today's events, Chen Ping was also full of chagrin: Why did you forget it...

-- The hearts of the people.

He, Zhou Bo, Guan Ying, and everyone here have not thought of the key in the past two months: the people's heart.

As the prime minister, the de facto manager of the Han regime, Chen Ping was too aware of Guanzhong's potential and mobilization ability.

Without considering the supply and transfer of money, food, weapons, and other materials, Chen Ping himself was confident that within ten days, a militia force of 100,000 people would be pulled out in Guanzhong!

It's still the kind of militia who is skilled in bows and horses, can draw a longbow, and wield a halberd!

If it was a dozen or so armed peasants, it really couldn't make any waves; But when the number of people reaches the level of 100,000 and the basic combat effectiveness of most people can be guaranteed, this peasant team can match the local county soldiers!

It was with such a strong mobilization ability and the unique combat effectiveness of the militia that the Han dynasty was able to stand on the defensive line when the Huns invaded without losing the Hetao and having no horses to ride.

And now the northern army of Weirong Chang'an is only more than 15,000 people.

What's even worse is that these 15,000 people are all Guanzhong people!

Needless to say, they would obey Chen Ping's orders and slash at their neighbors with knives; Just the scolding of the old father in the family was enough to make every Northern sergeant obediently lay down his weapon, and even defect on the verge of battle!

All this made Chen Ping worried.

He never thought of usurping the Han Dynasty and becoming self-reliant, nor did he ever want to become Zhao Gao, Li Si and the like; He just wants to become a virtuous minister like Duke Zhou and Duke Zhao, who will go down in history and praise the people.

But it backfired, and the situation has gradually developed in a direction that Chen Ping did not want to see.

At this point, Rao has no intention of usurping the Han in his heart, and Chen Ping has to consider the worst plan: should he use force to drag the little emperor off the throne and let everything return to the original situation?

After thinking about it, Chen Ping shook his head helplessly - the little emperor at this time is no longer easy to pull off the throne.

It's not that Chen Ping doesn't have the ability to do it, but Chen Ping can't bear the consequences - the consequences of abolishing the bloodline of filial piety and establishing a side branch!

"Hateful ah... Hateful! ”

The fig leaf at the beginning was so flawless, enough for Chen Ping to perfectly avoid all dangers, and almost no price was paid to pull the little emperor off the horse.

But today, the sentence 'Emperor Hui' can't fool anyone no matter what.

The little emperor did have no power, no wealth, and no soldiers in his hands, but he got back the most important thing - the Liu bloodline!

Even if one day, the little emperor is removed from the throne, Chen Ping will face an almost unsolvable question: why did the prime minister depose the filial piety of the emperor?

Looking at Chen Ping's sighing and sometimes clenching his fists and secretly angry, Zhou Bo on the side finally couldn't sit still.

"A fool thinks that for the sake of today's plan, the only way to do this is to transfer the soldiers of the North Battalion to search the high temple."

"What does the Prime Minister think?"

Coming back to his senses and looking at Zhou Bo's cold and frosty complexion, Chen Ping's heart was even more sad.

Zhou Bo's eyes were full of undisguised complaints!

Shaking his head helplessly, and let out a long breath, Chen Ping lowered his posture slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Trespassing into the high temple, we are afraid of being pointed out by a thousand people..."

After a long time, Chen Ping finally gritted his teeth and got up, and bowed to Zhou Bo slowly: "The old man thinks that we should still take the previous plan as the plan, and respond to all changes with the same, and wait for the mole to appear, and then it is not too late to move." ”

Chen Ping's sincere words did not make the anger in Zhou Bo's chest weaken in the slightest, Zhou Bo only gave a perfunctory hand in return, and then turned his head with a face full of anger.

Chen Ping sighed helplessly, slowly sat back in his seat, and instructed Cao Yan: "The assassin of the previous time has not appeared, and Your Majesty must not live alone in the high temple; Lang Zhong ordered the leader to go and surround the high temple. ”

Cao Yan got up to promise, but Zhou Bo on the side was bright-eyed, and looked at Chen Ping with surprise on his face.

Seeing Chen Ping shaking his head with a calm face, Zhou Bo lowered his head in frustration and drank sullen wine.