"Yue Wumu ......" Wang Kui's eyelids jumped, and he said in surprise: "Second brother, you mean ......"

"It is difficult to be a courtier in the Great Song Dynasty, and it is even more difficult to be a military minister." Changsun Hong sighed and said faintly: "The imperial court uses literature to control the military, the civil ministers lead the troops, and the military ministers lead the troops. ”

Wang Kui Wenchen was born, of course he understood the meaning of Changsun Hong's words.

He lowered his head and remained silent, as if in silent thought.

Changsun Hong looked out the window, where there was a clump of verdant bamboos flourishing, full of greenery and swaying in the wind.

Stroking the teacup, Changsun Hong seemed to be talking to himself.

"In fact, the difference is still superficial and deep, and we have to understand why the imperial court uses literature to control force. Since the end of the Tang Dynasty, the warlords have been fighting, as long as there are a few people, they dare to erect the flag and call the king, the ultimate reason, the festival degree makes the tail not to fall, and the military generals are the root of the chaos, Emperor Taizu's eyes are like torches, of course, he understands it, so he set the method of suppressing the military with literature, this system began from the time of Taizu, lasted for a hundred years, and has long been deep-rooted. ”

In this way, the status of the military minister can be imagined. The country needs military generals, otherwise the border jam will be unstable, but the country does not dare to need military generals too much, otherwise the society will be uneasy. ”

"What a character Yue Wumu is, how good the four generals of Zhongxing are, but in the eyes of the imperial court, they are chess pieces that endanger the status of the official family.

Putting the teacup down, he took a soft breath, spit it out again, looked at Wang Kui and said, "Big brother, what is the difference between Lord Meng's current status and Yue Wumu's original situation?" ”

Wang Kui pursed his mouth, and his beard shrunk tightly due to the inward retraction of his mouth, and even his mouth could not be seen. After half a sound, he slowly raised his head and said slowly: "It's no different, I'm afraid it's too much." Yue Wumu commanded less soldiers and horses than under Lord Meng's command at that time. ”

"Yes, it's too much." Changsun Hongdao: "Now in the Jinghu area, almost all of them are from the Meng family, several brothers of the Meng family, all of whom hold important positions in the army, and the old generals are all over the Yangtze River and beyond. ”

"And Jinghu is the barrier of the south of the Yangtze River, the army goes south, the morning and the evening come, and the troops can come to Lin'an City overnight, such a dangerous position, the imperial court will rest assured that it will be handed over to a general who has been deeply cultivated for more than ten years without moving him?"

Wang Kui was obviously moved, but he had illusions in his heart, and he argued: "You can't say that, didn't Lord Shi Songzhi also serve as an errand in Jinghu for ten years?" ”

"The difference between Shi Song." The eldest grandson Hong said categorically: "He still has Shi Miyuan on his head to support, don't you see that as soon as Shi Miyuan dies, the imperial court will immediately let Shi Songzhi enter Beijing?" And after entering Beijing, he was ousted from office before he had been in the privy council for two years, is it not clear? ”

"But......" Wang Kui still wanted to find a reason to refute, but after thinking about it, he had nothing to say.

"Also, the rebellion of Wu Lin in Sichuan a few years ago made the imperial court more vigilant against military ministers. Wu Lin is the son of Wu Jie, father and son two generations of Bashu, so the protégé of the official controlled the whole Sichuan, only then there was the later Wu Lin Rebellion, with this lesson from the past, the pain of the skin is still unfinished, and Lord Meng is also a father and son two generations stationed in Tunjing Lake, eldest brother, you say, Lord Meng entered Beijing this time, will there be good fruits? ”

"I'll go and remind Lord Meng!" Wang Kui slammed the table, Huo Ran got up, and was about to go out.

Changsun Hong grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to death: "What's the use of you trying to persuade him at this moment?" He can't listen to him, how have you ever seen a person who is so complacent in the spring breeze that he listens to the alarmist persuasion of others? Shi Mi's Far Northern Expedition, so many people persuaded him, has he heard it? ”

Wang Kui stiffened his neck and insisted on going out, shouting in his mouth: "Then watch him go to Beijing to die?" This is not a gentleman's doing! ”

The eldest grandson Hong hurriedly said: "I will not suffer death, Lord Meng is loyal to the country, listens to the tune and listens to the announcement, there is no disobedience, and he has a good relationship with several governors in the court. ”

"...... really?" Wang Kui turned his head, because of anger, the blood vessels on his head were as dense as earthworms, and his black face was full of doubt.

"You can't be wrong." The eldest grandson wiped the sweat on his face, and said in his heart how could this civil official who grew up pinching a brush have so much strength, and said: "It shouldn't be wrong." ”

Wang Kui then stood in place, raised a little, and then was disappointed, sat down again, and sighed for a long time: "The court treats meritorious ministers like this, how can it not make people feel cold?" How can people feel at ease to work for it?"

The wind outside the window blows in, bringing the coolness of the end of autumn, blowing on people, straight into the heart, as if blowing straight into the heart, erasing the slightest temperature.

Changsun Hong didn't know how to comfort him, from ancient times to the present, it has always been a rabbit to kill a dog, but it is rare to see a rabbit start killing a dog before it dies.

He thought about it, dragged the chair over, and wanted to sit down and persuade slowly, but Wang Kui stood up suddenly, pulled his legs and rushed out.

The eldest grandson Hong was taken aback, thinking to himself, why is this bearded man so stubborn? didn't hold it, and let Wang Kui break into the courtyard.

Wuchen's courtyard is not quite the same as that of civil officials, there are things like stone lock weapon racks everywhere, which are easy to access, and there are also these things outside this living room.

Wang Kui ran out, grabbed a long axe on the shelf, shouted, and waved it suddenly, he was a powerful general, and it was effortless to dance such a heavy weapon as an axe.

Changsun Hong stood on the threshold, looking at Wang Kui like an angry bull, knowing that he was extremely indignant in his heart, but he was powerless to fight, and the deep frustration made this party official have an inexplicable emotion of grief and indignation.

A few people shrank in the corner of the courtyard with earthy faces, staring at them at a loss, and the eldest grandson Hong made a reassuring gesture to them, turned around and brought out the teapot from the house, poured himself a cup, and sat on the steps to silently taste tea.

The leaves on the trees are flying, the desolate and sad autumn, the crazy axes are dancing under the trees, and the breath is flowing.

As the night grew late, the afterglow outside the wall slowly faded, and the first quarter moon crept up the wall, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on the ground, shrouding the courtyard outside the city. The dotted lanterns are dotted in the moonlight, like the flames on the silver bottom plate with orange strokes, and in the poetic and dreamlike insects in the wild, it is extremely warm.

Before the night banquet began, Wang Kui didn't know when he had stopped swinging his axe, leaning on the door frame, holding a teacup and talking quietly with Changsun Hong, who was sitting on the steps, waving his arms angrily from time to time, their voices were so low that even if they were close to the servants who were waiting, they couldn't hear what they were saying.

On the other side, in the master's house, Meng Heng was full of red light, and he was meeting Dong Huai and the VIPs of the wealthy family of Jiangling who came one by one, he was going to take a boat to Beijing tomorrow, and the big people from all over the world had to come to practice for him, and he was very busy tonight.

Stillness and movement, in this night that is about to go away, there is conflict, but there is also an inexplicable harmony.

Late in the night, the feast began.

(End of chapter)