Chapter 153: The people are noble and the king is light

Gong Nian Huai groaned slightly, Meng Hui wanted to hear his own feelings, so he said, and a piece of meat was indispensable.

"Uncle Meng, Lord Yue's words are naturally excellent, clarifying the fundamental question of who the army is fighting for."

Gong Nian Huai talked about Yue Wangye's mouth, but his mind made up the picture of millions of heroes crossing the river in later generations, entering the Shanghai market, not disturbing the people, and sleeping on the streets, how similar the two are.

"Oh?" Meng Jue Huo Ran turned around and faced Gong Nian Huai, "Nian Huai, do you also know Master Yue?" Who do you mean when you say the army is fighting for? ”

"Uh......" Gong lost his thoughts, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Come on, come on, Nian Huai, sit down, and talk to Uncle Meng, how do you understand." Meng Heng couldn't help but say, and pulled Gong Nian Huai to an idle cart and sat on the wheel.

Gong Nian Huai is reluctant to do anything, and he has to go to the courtyard to find Yan Shi, how can he have time to grind his teeth with you. But there was no reason to refuse, so he had to pout, and sat down under Meng Heng.

Gong Nian Huai sighed lightly, and blamed himself for owing his mouth, and he couldn't control his mouth. Is this question clear in one or two sentences?

In later generations, it is often said that the ass determines the head, and where you sit, you have to serve where. Now where Meng Heng's ass sits will affect his thinking dimension.

A heroic figure like Yue Wangye is not only a genius military strategist, but also a thorough nationalist, and at the same time knows better where he came from and where he is going.

Therefore, only Prince Yue can formulate the military rules of freezing to death without demolishing the house, starving to death without plundering. That's what the ass decides the head. Yue Wang Ye came from the bottom, relying on troubled times and relying on military merits, he grew step by step into the helmsman of a group army.

The people are still those people, and the soldiers are still those soldiers, but in the hands of Yue Wangye, there has been a great transformation, from a rout to a hundred battles. This is the same as the later generations of national troops became extremely heroic when they arrived on the Korean battlefield, and it is also an excellent case of thousands of years apart, but they reflect each other.

Yue Wang Ye fought for the whole of China, not only for the imperial power, but also for the bureaucracy, he fought alone at the forefront of the Chinese nation. So when the imperial power asked him to withdraw troops, he hesitated, and when the bureaucracy asked him to collect troops, he still hesitated. Because the imperial power and the bureaucracy occupy the nominal righteousness after all.

When maintaining the authority of the imperial power and bureaucratic system, or maintaining the dignity of the Chinese people, Prince Yue still believed that the imperial power and bureaucrats could stand on the foothold of the entire Chinese nation, so he took his eldest son Yue Yun and his love general Zhang Xian to Lin'an.

In one day, twelve gold medals, how urgent the imperial power and bureaucratic system were, and how indifferent Prince Yue was when he only took three people to Lin'an alone.

Gong Nian Huai also felt that this was very similar to the revolutionary martyrs of later generations. Prince Yue only went away indifferently because he understood what he was doing, he was not a high-ranking official, but only to save the people from fire and water.

But how can these be talked to Meng Hui openly and honestly? Impossible.

In fact, Meng Heng's death is not unrelated to the fact that the imperial power and the civil bureaucratic system are playing with power at a critical moment.

18 years later, Meng Heng took advantage of the death of Ogedei and the opportunity of Mongolia falling into civil strife, and played threshing grass again, and sent troops to attack the fortress of the Mongolian army in Henan, burning the grain and grass hoarded by the enemy, and won many victories, and became more famous, many Southern Song Dynasty soldiers who had surrendered to the Mongolian army came back one after another, so that the situation on the Jinghu battlefield has taken an unprecedented turn.

Fan Yongji, the former general of the Northern Army of Southern Song Dynasty and then the southern province of Mongolia, betrayed the Mongols and secretly asked Meng Heng to surrender. Meng Heng was overjoyed and hurriedly wrote to the imperial court for approval.

Fan Yongji, as the military and political governor of the southern province of Mongolia, once he returned to obedience, it would obviously be of great military benefit to the Southern Song Dynasty, but "he was white in the dynasty and did not obey." "The Song court was afraid of causing trouble and causing a strong backlash from the Mongols, so he was unwilling to surrender and rebel. He was afraid that Fan Yongji's submission would increase Meng Hui's power, so he became suspicious, and refused Meng Hui's request on the grounds that Fan Yongji "rebelled infrequently".

When Meng Heng heard this, he couldn't help but be disheartened, and sighed: "The people who have cleaned up the Central Plains for thirty years can't stretch their ambitions anymore. Then he took the initiative to ask for Zhishi, and Song Lizong immediately gave approval, allowing Meng Heng to retire in the name of the major master of the inspection school and the envoy of the Ningwu Army. Meng Heng was already ill, and I am afraid that his condition will be aggravated by this, and he will be ill in Jiangling all summer.

On the third night of the ninth month of the same year, that is, on October 13 of the solar calendar, Meng Hengxue died in Jiangling at the age of 52.

Thirty years later, the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty was lost in the stormy waters of the South China Sea.

Meng Hui himself would not know what was behind him, but Gong Yi Nianhuai, who was sitting under him, knew very well.

Gong Yi Nian Huai laughed dryly, "Uncle Meng, the kid just knows some kitsch and lewd skills, and the rest, the kid is only a shallow learner, and he really doesn't know what to say." ”

"Nian Huai, there are no outsiders here, let's talk casually, don't be restrained." Meng Heng waved his hand, "It's quite surprising that you can know Prince Yue, and you also know that this sentence was said by Lord Yue, so it's not something ordinary people can do." You have traveled overseas, you have seen a lot, and you don't need to say much about humility, I have a certain number in my heart. ”

Mo said that Prince Yue has been unjustly killed for more than 80 years, that is, it happened last year, in the time and space of the Southern Song Dynasty, even if no one blocked the news, few people really knew.

This is a world away from the channels and speed of information dissemination in later generations. In the future, where there are basically people, there will be the Internet, and where there is the Internet, a door to the whole world will be opened, as long as you want to know, you will know. As for whether what you know is the truth, that's a matter of another dimension.

Gong Yi Nianhuai scratched his head, Meng Heng was forcing himself to die, he would take a step back and he would go further, it seemed that if he didn't say anything tonight, Meng Hui wouldn't let him go.

"Uncle Meng, the little nephew just thought of your ancestor's words, and compared them with the words of Prince Yue, he had some understanding."

"Meng Ancestor? You know? ”

"Mencius, everyone in China knows it." The public loses Nian Huai and pretends to be stupid, so let's be cute to the end. Anyway, Meng Ke Yasheng is also, no one will refuse his ancestors to be high.

In later generations, a certain person who obtained the name of the general of the hot quilt wo also identified Guan Zhong as his ancestor, claiming to be the xxth generation descendant of Guan Zhong. took Meng Ke as Meng Hui's ancestor, and Meng Hui would probably not refuse.

Meng Hui smiled dumbly and waved his hand, "Then I'll see how my ancestors talked to Lord Yue." ”

Meng ...... Oh, the old man said that the people are precious, the king is light, and the community is secondary. And Prince Yue does not demolish the house when he freezes, and he does not loot when he is hungry, isn't it a true embodiment of the importance of the people? ”

Meng Heng's body stiffened, his eyes burst out with a ray of light, and he instantly returned to his original state, sitting on the wheel in a daze.

Gong Nian Huai sat on the side of the carriage and took in Meng Heng's every move. Meng Hui didn't speak, and he didn't dare to say any more, and the two fell silent for a while.