The night feast is joyful, but there is also a time for the end.

At the banquet, Meng Hui solemnly introduced Wang Kui from Xichuan to the guests, and asked him to sit at the main table, sitting beside him, so that everyone could see him, and he was not stingy with his beautiful words.

Wang Kui politely got up, arched his hands around, and greeted all the guests.

"Lord Wang is a Jinshi background, outstanding in rhetoric, but extremely courageous, really both civil and military, still young, has been the official residence of one side of the system, over time, and become the pillar of my dynasty, you have a lot of acquaintances, this key place in Jinghu, sooner or later it will be a place where such young people sit."

Meng Heng smiled heartily, the hearty spirit of many years of service was overflowing in the wine, he was nicknamed a thousand cups and did not pour down, and while toasting with people in a big cup, he did not talk chaotically at all.

So a group of guests stepped forward one after another, greeted Wang Kui, toasted with a cup, and took a look, so that they could get close to each other when they had the opportunity in the future. This is the practice of officialdom, and when we meet in the future, we can say: "Last time in the courtyard of Lord Meng, I saw Lord Wang. In this way, the conversation can be picked up, and a lot of embarrassment is avoided.

Wang Kui took them one by one, and those who came did not refuse, he was also a figure in the mixed army, and the amount of wine practiced by drinking inferior sorghum wine with the big-headed soldiers casually cleaned up the elegant nobles in front of him.

Meng Hui looked at Wang Kui with a smile like the stars holding the moon, and nodded again and again with a very beautifully groomed beard, Wang Kui responded decently, with the reserve that a reader should have, but without the rigidity that a reader often has, flexible and good, which made him very satisfied.

"Wang Kui, this person, is a little bit like you were back then." Dong Huai chewed a piece of meat and said softly: "The adult wants to cultivate him?" ”

"It's time to nurture young people." Meng Hui took a sip of tea from the cup and rinsed his mouth: "You and I are both half-cut old men, we won't last a few years, what happens in the future, it depends on these boys." ”

Dong Huai laughed and swallowed the meat in his mouth: "Lord Meng is in the prime of spring and autumn, how can you say these depressing words?" In my opinion, another ten years of your service for the country is not much. This official summoning may be asking you to take on a job again, and it may not be necessary to put a burden on you. ”

"Where does Lord Dong speak, my old bones, it's good to look at Xibian and Jingxiang, where do I still have the strength to take care of others." Meng Hui saw that the crowd was talking around Wang Kui, and his side seemed a little quiet, so he had to be idle and chatted with Dong Huai: "But this time I went to Beijing, I want to mention the matter of Henan to the Privy Council, see what a few adults there mean, if there is no problem, I will give the official family a discount." ”

Dong Huai stopped his chopsticks and thought for a while: "This matter has not been communicated with the two Zaizhi?" ”

"Nope." Meng Hui looked at the noisy hall, sighed softly and said: "The situation in the DPRK is changing, I can't understand the meaning of the Privy Council, and I haven't reported it, and now the news that Henan is willing to join my dynasty is confirmed, so I dare to take advantage of this time to enter Beijing and report to Zai Zhi in person." ”

“…… Lord Du and Lord Fan both have the position of the Lord and the Lord, Henan is the territory of the Mongols, and if they receive Fan Yongji, they will definitely give the Mongols the truth, if the war starts, how can it be done? The folds on Dong Huai's face are comparable to the bark of the oldest birch, and the white beard is old, but his eyes are clear and shining, and at first glance he is an old figure who has become a country, and he can also see the situation between the DPRK and China thoroughly, and he mentions the essence of the problem in one sentence.

Meng Heng was speechless, and after a long time, he said: "No matter how you say it, you have to mention it, winning Henan is equivalent to defending the Yangtze River for hundreds of miles, and the space for our roundabout defense will be much larger, which is beneficial to the overall situation." Moreover, Tokyo and other cities are in Henan, isn't the official family thinking about recovering the two capitals? In this way, it may be possible. ”

"I don't think so." Dong Huai glanced at him and said seriously: "My lord and I have fought with the Jin State and the Mongols for many years, sharing life and death, knowing each other's roots, knowing that the adults are loyal to the country, but the adults in the court, they don't necessarily know." ”

"What do you mean, Lord Dong?" Meng Heng frowned.

"It's not interesting." Dong Huai's eyes flashed: "Adults think about it yourself." ”

Meng Hui glanced at him and sat silently, but Wang Kui's side suddenly broke out into a commotion, it turned out that an official had a large amount of wine and wanted to fight with Wang Kui, and the two of them did a sea bowl in one breath, which won everyone's applause.

Bright candles were inserted on the four walls, and a flaming oil basin hung on the beams, and the whole large room that served as a banquet hall was illuminated, and although more than a dozen large round tables were scattered throughout the hall, all of them were illuminated by the firelight.

Under the light, people push cups and change lamps, staggered and staggered, hook each other's shoulders, push their hearts, and say intimate words with their mouths spraying wine, trading the future of you and me, and telling the promises behind the scenes.

The wine table is the epitome of officialdom, where people stage hypocrisy and truth.

Meng Heng looked at it, thought about it, shook his head, and laughed.

"Life in the world, like a big dream, let's go, decades of fame, a hundred years later, it's just a cup of loess, what do you care about so much?" He raised his head and smiled, and slammed a hand on the table: "Wenchen is peaceful, military generals are warlike, natural and righteous, there are some disputes between each other, but also for the sake of justice, the people in the court are all humble gentlemen, I think I must know more truths than me, a martial artist, everything is out of a public heart, with a clear conscience, what are you afraid of?" ”

He picked up the wine glass and said to Dong Huai: "Master Dong does not hesitate to teach me, Meng Mou understands it, although the disaster comes from the mouth, but if you don't even dare to speak, what do you want this mouth for?" ”

Dong Huai looked at him, and the folds on his forehead became deeper.

"Can't wait?"

"I can't wait any longer, I'm old, time is running out, do a little more beneficial things, I will accumulate more merits, and I can become a god and a Buddha even if I die."

"Jiangnan has been too peaceful for a long time, unlike you and me, who live on the knife every day, they won't understand your hard work."

"Promoting peace through war is the right way. If you can't win the fight, why should you make peace? This truth should also be understood by people in the Taiping realm. ”

After rubbing his hand on the wine glass for a long time, Dong Huai still picked up the glass and touched it with Meng Hui: "I hope that my lord wishes this trip a smooth sailing!" ”

"Promise your good words!" Meng Heng smiled and drank it all.

Their cups were empty, but their hearts were full, and they looked at each other and laughed.

There is sadness, heroism, and worry in the laughter.

In the eyes of others, this is what the two adults talked about happily, laughing loudly, but they don't know what they are actually for.

National hatred and family hatred are all in it.

Changsun Hong sat at a table far away, and together with Xichuan and a few people, slowly ate, drank, and drank tea.

Occasionally, guests come to introduce themselves, want to get to know each other, and after learning that it is a group of petty officials such as regimental training envoys, they leave politely.

So this table is the quietest.

The eldest grandson Hong is happy to be like this, and he doesn't like it.

Although he is good at it.

Meng Hui was looking at Meng Hui, the last famous general of the Southern Song Dynasty, imagining how he would behave in the court in the near future.

(End of chapter)