"in the same room?" The corners of Zhao Xingde's mouth twitched, he raised his head, looked at Cao Liangshi who was forced to be calm, the shocked subordinate officers, the indignant Liu Wengu, the face of Yue Fei who was sinking like water, and Yang Zaixing and others who were unwilling, but could only bow their heads, Zhao Xingde took a deep breath of cold air, pressed down the fluctuating mood, and said slowly: "Wengu, you retreat." ”

This sentence was very light, but most of the people heard it clearly, and everyone's eyes were turned.

"Disciples can't retreat!" Liu Wengu not only did not retreat, but shouted, "They are ruthless, and they will kill their teacher!" ”

His voice was a little choked, his eyes were red, and he looked at Cao Liangshi and the others hostilely. This roar broke through, and many people, including Cao Liangshi, were moved. Zhao Xingde's face became even more gloomy. The ancestral family law of the Song family did not kill scholars, but with Cai Jing and Li Bangyan in front of him, Zhao Xingde may not be impossible to have an accident. The court is no longer the court of the past, during which the turmoil is sinister, you live and die, and the dangerous places are like Yang Zaixing and other generals, but they are not as clear as Cao Liangshi, Liu Wengu and other civil officials from the academy. If Zhao Xingde retreats this step, it is likely that he will be framed by others involuntarily, and it will be difficult to show the snow, and he may even die in disrepute.

"Shut up, stand down." Zhao Xingde's forehead was bruised, and he shouted, "The Huns have not been destroyed, do you really want to fight in the same room?" ”

"Teacher!" A trace of gloom flashed in Liu Wengu's eyes, and he retreated with tears. The other commanders and envoys all lowered their heads, and although they were dissatisfied in their eyes, they no longer made noise, and the situation in the hall eased down for a while. "Lord Zhao." "Zhao Hou." Cao Liangshi and Yue Fei opened their mouths at the same time, and stopped at the same time. Cao Liangshi humbly arched his hand and motioned for Yue Fei to speak first. ”

"Zhao Hou, the Qing is self-purifying," Yue Fei looked at Zhao Xingde and said word by word, "If you wish to go to the court, you will ensure that Zhao Hou will not be wronged and plotted by the young people." After saying this, he was silent. Yue Fei is extremely strict in governing the army, but he does what he says. The generals of the Song army had already heard about it, and Yang Zaixing, Liu Wengu and others heard that he was willing to come forward as a guarantee, and their expressions eased slightly. Cao Liangshi glanced at Yue Fei with some concern, sighed, and turned to Zhao Xingde: "Zhao Hou, since this is the case, after receiving the order, let's hand over the military and political affairs." Time is pressing, and Cao also has a lot of things to ask Brother Zhao for advice. He glanced at the officers in the hall and said, "These subordinates, I hope you can appease them again." ”

"Okay." Zhao Xingde's right hand stretched out in front of Cao Liangshi. Cao Liangshi was stunned for a moment, and then handed over the holy decree to him.

Zhao Xingde put down the holy decree at will, regarded it as a command, and ordered the officers: "You have worked hard, go back to the camp to settle down first, and prepare an official document to report to Lord Cao and Prime Minister Yue." After his words were "appeased", he turned to look at Liu Wengu, sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Liu Wengu is a supreme official, roaring in the middle hall, and dismissed from his official position. The generals' faces were shocked, thinking that Zhao Xingde had lost his mind and gone crazy, Liu Wengu himself took a step forward, and before he could defend himself, Zhao Xingde turned to his side and said to Cao Liangshi and Yue Fei: "This disciple who is not a weapon, can you let him be with Zhao, while teaching him something, there is an errand runner on the other hand, what do the two adults think?" Without waiting for Cao Yue and the others to agree, he looked at Liu Wengu again and asked, "Are you not satisfied with such a punishment?" Would you like to? ”

"The students are convinced," Liu Wengu bowed and said, "The students are willing." There was a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

"Brother Zhao, why are you doing this?" Zhao Xingde looked at himself expressionlessly, Cao Liangshi sighed, nodded and said, "In that case, what else do we have to say." Yue Xianggong must have no objection. "Zhao Xingde and everyone in the society are like-minded friends, and now he would rather dismiss his protégé first, but also to guard against Liu Wengu being framed afterwards. Cao Liangshi only felt panicked in his heart. He arched his hand to Zhao Xingde, collected his thoughts, and appeased the officers according to the prepared draft in advance.

Zhao Xingde lives in a courtyard in the Yamen of the Left-behind Division in Tokyo. Cao Liangshi also temporarily lived in the wing room of the same hospital. The excuse was that it was convenient to ask Zhao Xingde for advice on military and political affairs, but in fact, Yue Fei's troops were insufficient, and he could only guard a limited number of places. In order to prevent Zhao Xingde's vigilance, the Zhenguo army has been stationed in the south of Yingchang Mansion, and even if the reinforcement brigade arrives with all its might, it will be several days later.

............

The moon and stars are scarce, the cold wind turns the books on the table loud, the whole room is as cold as an ice cave, and the water in the inkstone pen wash has frozen. Zhao Xingde sat in front of the window and looked out, a round of cold moon hung in the corner of the eaves, there were only a few trees in the courtyard, and the leaves were bare. There were no officers and clerks coming and going, and there were no guards to be seen, but he knew that outside this small courtyard, it must be heavily guarded.

Chen Shaoyang...... Cao Liangshi ......" Zhao Xingde took a deep breath of cold night air, and his heart and lungs were so cold that he felt faintly painful. His face also seemed to be frozen to blue and white, his hands were clenched tightly on the table, and he never let go, his finger joints had already turned white, and the roots of his palms were faintly oozing blood, "What is this?" Framing Zhongliang? Am I loyal? ...... It's just a matter of believing and doubting...... Hey..... Zhongliang ...... However, ......" he suddenly felt a chill, remembering that in addition to the allusions of "please enter the urn" in the old and new Tang books, there are also tortures such as stone decapitation, feces and burying people, and in later dynasties, more torture such as skinning, intestine drawing, iron brushing and flesh, only the Song Dynasty, known as not killing scholars, although it may not be true, but even if there is a deep hatred, Wenchen is rarely tortured and killed, "Being framed by someone is already miserable, and then you have to suffer and die, it is even more miserable..... His grandmother...... Loyal to your sister. ”

The sarcastic smile on the corner of Zhao Xingde's mouth gradually faded, "...... If the DPRK and China are tilted, they will implicate the party and leave no trouble. I can't even trust them, how can I trust them. The life and death of a certain person can be said to be cocooned and self-bound, and the blame is taken by himself, but Lu, Luo and other generals, if they are accused of fabricating crimes...... "His brows were covered with a thick haze, and his fists were clenched, "There are hundreds of people in the army who can be called Zhao Xingde's personal individuals, who swore to the north with me, they yearned for a lifetime of merit and left a name in history, but now they are all ruined with me, and even the children of my relatives are disgraced, it is my .....fault."

The drum sounded three times, and it was silent outside, Zhao Xingde was still sitting in front of the window, and scenes from the past came to mind, which made people have mixed feelings in their hearts: "...... Classmates for several years, taking care of each other, helping the community, and helping the world and the people. To each his own master? ...... Gentlemen are harmonious but different? ...... You guys..... Is this a preemptive strike? So what am I? ...... This time, I have to find some way to redeem ......."

He was like a puppet, but his thoughts and mood were rushing in his body like a galloping horse, and just when his body and mind were about to be extremely low, he subconsciously remembered a few words of self-cultivation from his teacher Chao Buzhi, and some warmth surged in his heart, and he said silently: "...... Heavenly Daoists, such as the direction of north and south. Etiquette and righteousness, such as the magnetic needle of guidance. Fortune is like mountains and rivers. There are dangers ahead, you can take a detour, but you can't give up the magnetic needle. The world is turbid, and it can change, but it can't go with the flow. Life is as short as a white horse, if you can't stick to what is good and keep it, and lose morality, you will become a muddy and nightmare......" The corners of his eyes were a little moist, but his gaze gradually calmed down," ...... It's easy to know what is difficult to do, and it is easy to know and difficult to do. Being useful and being able to know and do is the true kung fu of self-cultivation...... Sex is the fundamental disposition, life is endowment, and the second is the body, power....... The four of life, body use, are all their own kung fu. The two sides of power are the extension of body use...... The one who has the power is in my hands, and I make foreign things for my use. If I can borrow it, I will also make foreign things available to me......"

A cold moon gradually rose to the zenith, and gradually set, and the drums beat again, and the cold became heavier and heavier.

In the signing room in the front yard, Cao Liangshi flipped through the files with a solemn face. At the beginning, Wang Wengong managed the wealth of the world, and in order to verify the accounts, he imitated the system of the same track and the same text, and specially stipulated the rules for filing files and accounts, and opened an account department in the official school below Taixue. After that, in addition to the easy access to the files of the imperial court, it was also easy for civil officials to take over the official documents of their predecessors. The Ezhou Prime Minister's Office, and even all the prefectures and counties in the world, make dossiers, and classify accounts, all of which are the same rules. Zhao Xingde and Cao Liangshi were both born on the right path, although they were not completely handed over, as soon as Cao Liangshi arrived in the signing room, after a little thought, he figured out where Zhao Xingde placed various files.

"What is this?"

The general account book of the income and expenditure of the money and grain for the sale of land in Henan was actually placed in the signing room at will. If the generals in the army are really greedy for money and food, they often will not make a fake account and put it for future reference like Xu officials, Zhao Xingde, as a left-behind guard in Tokyo, did not know in advance that he would be robbed of military power, and he would not and disdain. Cao Liangshi knew that this account was true nine times out of ten, he gently turned a page, and looked down from the top, his eyes gradually becoming complicated......

"Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhi's family is for the country...... That's exactly what happened. ”

The sky outside the window was faintly bright, Cao Liangshi sighed, stood up, and his mood was very complicated. Zhao Xingde is very frank, not only the money and grain account books, and the copies of the letters and files in Hedong are all clear, and any civil official who is skilled in political affairs can see that the three major crimes of fornicating with the Xia State, greedy for money and grain, and forming a good alliance with the feudal town are purely a frame of chasing after the wind and shadows. This night did not sleep, Cao Liangshi's eyes were red, but he did not feel sleepy at all, drank half a cup of residual tea, paced with his hands, and unknowingly, he walked back to the courtyard where Zhao Xingde lived, and saw Zhao Xingde sitting in front of the window, as if he had not slept all night, Cao Liangshi felt a trace of guilt in his heart, walked over, first arched his hand to Zhao Xingde, and then pushed the door in.