When Wang Kui and Changsun Hong left the government hall and walked towards the gate of the Privy Council, they passed by the room where they waited in the morning hall, and Changsun Hong stretched out his head to look, it was empty, presumably Chen Yu was either still talking to someone in a certain room, or had already left.

Along the corridor out of the gate, again came to the wide and lively royal street, the stone slabs under the feet are still as regular and flat as when they came in the morning, and the guards of the forbidden army standing on both sides of the door are still majestic, but the mood of the two is very different.

The words of Du Fan and Fan Zhong, especially the few words when they talked to Changsun Hong later, made people think about it in their hearts.

The words have been made very clear, and the imperial court feels that after the impact of the Mongol southward war in the past few years, the power of the military generals is a little too great, and it intends to take it.

"Collect it?" Wang Kui sneered: "I'm afraid there will be a lot of black yarn flying sideways, and a lot of big people will step down." ”

"The infighting in the imperial court has been self-inflicted with eight hundred, and now although the northern captives are retreating, they are still pressed by large troops, and the Yellow River is a smooth road inside and outside, and it is not a good time to make this trouble at this time." Eldest Sun Hong frowned, and his steps were a little heavy.

"That's what they are, that's what they are." The distance from the Privy Council was a little far, Wang Kui didn't have to force his emotions to restrain himself, he walked in stride, every step was very hard, as if he wanted to vent and crush the stone slab under his feet: "Which time is not like this?" The civil and military controversy has started since the time of Taizu, and I am also a scholar, so I can't get used to it! ”

"Wenwu is originally a minister in the same hall, and they all serve the official family, what are you fighting for? What happened to Takeo? Without martial arts, do literati use pens to kill people? It's not up to the martial artist to get the sword! ”

"Now that Wen Chenqing has enough means to control the generals, they are still not satisfied, what else should they do? Pull down all the people who can fight, and change a group of showmen to come up and fight? What a ......."

Wang Kui scolded and scolded, his face became redder and redder the more he spoke, the red was black, and his beard was chaotic with excitement, one by one like dense thorns.

Changsun Hong looked at him, and had the heart to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak.

Wang Kui scolded well, that's the truth.

How to persuade? I can't persuade you.

In the Song Dynasty, as the privy envoy of the highest military governor, most of the candidates were civil servants, but only a few people in the Northern Song Dynasty were military generals, not that Wenchen was worse than military generals when he was a privy envoy. However, in order to suppress military generals, the literati were unwilling to use military talent as the criterion for evaluating officers, but judged by whether they were willing to subordinate to the civil servants.

This is a matter of the system, the choice of the emperor to maintain his dominance, and it has nothing to do with the individual.

For example, Di Qing, a famous general in the Northern Song Dynasty, was an excellent candidate for the privy envoy in terms of prestige and ability, but after a game, although he became a privy envoy, he was in office for four years, and the rumors of disreputation continued, and the literati criticized him and wrote about it, and finally Di Qing died of depression. The antagonism between civil and military can be seen.

Li Tingzhi and the others led the horses and waited outside the door, and when they saw Wang Kui living like a different person after coming out of the Privy Council, he opened his mouth angrily and scolded indiscriminately, and they all felt strange, and after listening to it for a while, they roughly understood what was going on.

Li Tingzhi's face was worried, and he followed behind the eldest grandson Hong and said worriedly: "Before I came, there were rumors that the imperial court intended to adjust Lord Meng, so it seems to be true. How good is that? ”

Eldest Sun Hong patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Lord Meng entered the palace to face the saint, hasn't he come back yet?" If there is really something, there will be news a long time ago, there is no need to worry, Master Meng is a heavy minister, and the court will not move him casually. ”

Hearing this, Li Tingzhi shook his head, his sadness was still the same, and Changsun Hong didn't say much, even he didn't believe it when he said it, don't say that Li Tingzhi is a smart person.

The group got on the horse and walked forward along the royal street, it was past noon, it was already meal, Li Tingzhi had already set up two tables of banquets in Lin'an Chunfeng Building, and the dishes were ready, so they waited for people to go over.

Horses step on the royal street, cross the Zhong'an Bridge, there are gradually more people, the bustling and lively energy begins to be enough, the noise of selling comes and goes, the street is gradually crowded, and the bustling street scene in the middle of the royal street in Lin'an City is displayed in front of you one by one.

Chunfeng Building is a government-run restaurant, located in Zhong'an Qiaotou to the east of a side street, the building is three floors high, the ground floor is a loose shop, sit on the individual customers, the second floor and the third floor, are pavilions, the pursuit of elegant and quiet guests, you can spend some wallets on a pavilion, sit by the window while watching the Lin'an street scene while eating and drinking.

There are girls who sing music and geisha who accompany the wine in the restaurant, and if there is a good one, throw some money at the store, and someone will arrange for them to come over, drink wine and listen to the music, and the interest is everywhere, and the literati and visitors chant a few poems, inscribed on the snow-white wall, and later people see it, which is also an elegant matter.

When everyone arrived downstairs, Xiao Er came to pick up the horses, and the group went straight upstairs and entered the pavilion booked by Li Tingzhi on the second floor, where two tables of wine and food were placed.

After sitting down, Li Tingzhi was still depressed, and everyone else was depressed and angry.

"Originally, I thought that this time in Beijing, the imperial court would reuse military personnel, build more strong troops, and make great efforts to govern the land of Henan. Where did they think that Du Fan and the others would take the opportunity to shuffle the cards and suppress the generals and ministers, so that the army's heart will be shaken, and in what year and month can they recover the rivers and mountains? Li Tingzhi sighed for a long time, between him and Meng Hui, there was the grace of acquaintance, what Meng Heng thought in his heart, he knew it clearly, at this moment, listening to what Wang Kui and Changsun Hong saw and heard in the morning, his heart was uneasy, and it was inevitable that he would complain.

He is a literati born in Jinshi, and even so, all the people in Xichuan who came with him are martial artists, and he is even more angry when he listens, although it is inconvenient to express his dissatisfaction publicly due to the face of Changsun Hong, but the unhappiness on his face is clearly engraved on his expression.

"Don't be so depressed, Lord Meng has not returned to the palace yet, this matter may not be the attitude of the official family, it may be just the meaning of the two rulers." Wang Kui said, raising the chopsticks: "I Guan Du and Fan are both honest and capable people who are worried about national affairs, not mediocre people who do nothing. Although I said this today, but in essence, it is for the country and the king, I think that even if the imperial court strategy changes, as long as it is out of the public heart, put it on the bright side, and everyone makes an idea together, the two adults may be able to change their views. ”

"I can only hope for that." Li Tingzhi sighed and greeted everyone: "Come on, come on, everyone is hungry, eat first, the chefs here have very good skills, there are few chefs in Lin'an City who have comparable cooking skills, everyone tastes them." ”

Changsun Hong picked up a crispy broad bean with chopsticks, threw it into his mouth, did not speak, but sighed in his heart: Du Fan and Fan Zhong are indeed not traitors, on the contrary, they are extremely upright and good people, very famous in history, humble and polite, jealous and hateful, and very capable of doing things, outstanding literary talents, although they are older, they are also worthy of the position of prime minister.

However, in this world, it is not terrible for bad people to do bad things, but it is afraid that good people want to do good things but do bad things.

From their point of view, restricting the rights of military generals and taking over the military power to the Privy Council, which is controlled by civil ministers, is a good thing for both the country and the people. There was the late Tang Dynasty turmoil, and then there was Wu Xi's rebellion, and the facts clearly reminded the world again and again that the martial arts were reckless, and if no one controlled them, they would inevitably cause disasters, and instead of civil strife, it was better to suppress them before they were fledgling.

In their opinion, the northern captives going south is a problem of scabies, the Mongols always have to leave when they have enough of it, and the martial arts are the pain of the henchmen.

As soon as a broad bean entered his mouth, he heard a sudden noise in the corridor outside.

Then there was a loud bang, a "bump", and the door of the pavilion was kicked open from the outside.

(End of chapter)