Chapter 232: Dare to put the court on the battlefield!
Zhu Zhao'er felt a slight pain in her heart, she felt sorry that she didn't know how to take care of herself, she had lost so much weight, she was sad for a moment in the room, she quickly changed her clothes, and simply combed her long hair.
When he saw himself going out, he glared at himself, as if he was complaining that he was moving too slowly.
Zhu Zhao'er stuck out her tongue embarrassedly and stood quietly aside.
Zhang Jun didn't touch the teacup, and got straight to the point, "Fengwu, I really want to hear you tell you a few words of truth today, don't fool your uncle." β
Li Fengwu smiled, very heartwarming.
If Zhang Jun in the past still had the posture of a privy envoy in front of him, then now Zhang Jun, in front of him, is just an uncle, a real elder.
"What does Uncle want to hear?"
Zhang Jun pondered for a while before asking, "What do you think about the situation in Song Jin next year?" β
Li Fengwu was slightly embarrassed, hesitating and not knowing whether to say it or not.
Zhang Jun had a bad premonition in his heart, after all, he was a big man who was used to seeing life and death in the world, so he quickly stabilized his mood and said with a cool smile: "Don't worry about anything, but it doesn't hurt to say it." β
Up to now, Zhang Jun has 100% faith in Li Fengwu's vision.
For Zhang Jun, who is stubborn and self-serving, this change is enough to flatter anyone, even Zhang Pyo, the pride of the sky, cannot make Zhang Jun change like this.
Li Fengwu sighed, "The situation will not be too good, Hu Fang and Jin Ren will not be able to talk well." β
Zhang Jun nodded, "The bottom line of the two sides is not the same, it must not be good, the Jin people are now in the domestic situation is unstable, in order to prevent my Great Song Dynasty from going north again, it is necessary to take the four states of Hai, Si, Tang, and Deng, so as to prevent our Great Song Xiongshi from using this as a springboard to raise troops to the north again, and the official family will not agree to this, lose these four states, and if you want to go north again in the future, there is almost no possibility of success." β
Li Fengwu nodded, "Uncle can see it very clearly, it is true." β
Zhang Jun was silent for a while, and suddenly he was full of spirit: "In this way, there is still a battle." β
Recently, my body has always felt tired, probably I don't have much life, since this is the case, let a certain in the year of death, for the official family to conquer the gold people again, so, even if I die on the battlefield, I Zhang Jun died well.
Li Fengwu shook his head, unable to bear to say what he knew in his heart.
Zhang Jun was a little puzzled, "What are you worried about?" β
Li Fengwu sighed, his tone was a little sad, "Uncle has been in the position of prime minister for a short time, Tang Siwei will not let his uncle sabotage his plan for peace talks, or he will impeach his uncle soon." β
This is the historical truth, and it won't be long before Zhang Jun will resign and eventually die on the way out of Beijing.
Zhang Jun was stunned and stared at his nephew.
After a long time, he asked astringently, "Really." β
Li Fengwu said five words, silent and did not reply.
Zhang Jun smiled to himself, "You kid......" The words were full of relief, "Since this is the case, sooner or later I will have to quit the prime minister, and I don't cherish such a false name, but it's a pity that I can't serve the official family going north." β
Li Fengwu couldn't help but say: "I'm afraid that going north is far away, the style of the government decree after the completion of Yan Yong's accession to the throne is very Yaoshun's style, although my Great Song Dynasty has official prosperity, but I can only maintain decades of prosperity and have no ability to go north." β
Zhang Jun had a sad look in his eyes, but he had to admit this fact that he had long recognized in his heart.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jun suddenly felt relaxed, and said with a smile: "In this way, I will do my last bit to save a glimmer of hope for my future northward trip to the Great Song Dynasty." β
Li Fengwu was shocked, "Uncle, ...... you are"
Zhang Jun's face suddenly became solemn, and he stared at Li Fengwu tightly, "Fengwu, let me ask you, in time, you can become the person who ruled the world in the Great Song Dynasty, are you willing to restore the country for my Great Song Dynasty, can you be willing to cry out for the blood of those tens of millions of soldiers, and are you willing to seek the soul of the civilians who died in vain in the Central Plains?" β
Li Fengwu got up and slammed on the ground, "But one day, my nephew doesn't dare to forget my uncle's order." β
Zhang Jun laughed, and Lao Huai was pleased.
Li Fengwu couldn't laugh, once his uncle Zhang Jun quit the prime minister, it would be good if Tang Si retreated, as long as he paid attention to it, he would be able to enjoy his children and grandchildren in his old age, and he was afraid that this old man would run out of oil and run out.
Zhang Jun was in a good mood and said, "Recently, you have locked up the Wutong Commune, have you ever abandoned your studies?" β
Li Fengwu was a little arrogant, "It's not much waste." β
In fact, it's almost the same, these days have been imprisoned in Wutong Commune, it's really like a year, it's not a matter of reading all the time, and sometimes I can even sleep to pass the time.
No, if it weren't for my uncle Zhang Jun coming today, I would have to sleep until noon before I got up.
In the middle of winter in Lin'an, it was too wet and cold.
It's really comfortable in the quilt, but it's a pity that there is a person who is sent a warm quilt, and now Zhu Zhao'er is here - but this girl is not Yelu Maitreya, and she is not willing to be the bed-warming concubine.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.
Zhang Jun didn't break it, and said with a smile: "I look at your words, it's really shabby, and it's embarrassing to frame the door plaque?" Aren't you afraid to laugh at everyone? β
Li Fengwu smiled, "Before and after his death, who knows if a hundred years later, my calligraphy of chickens and ducks will be expensive in Luoyang and create a generation of genres, uncle, you say yes?" β
Zhang Jun blew his beard helplessly and glared, feeling that his nephew really thought that the words behind any celebrity would become a work of art, this kid was still a little naΓ―ve occasionally.
But such Li Fengwu is alive.
If you've been so mature and steady, it's not like an eighteen-year-old boy.
In two or three months, Li Fengwu will be eighteen.
"What doubts are there in learning, although there is no great talent of Zhou Bida, nor is there any talent of Lu Fangweng, but I want to point out you, the great Song Xiaofeng, I think I still have this ability." Although Zhang Jun is a privy envoy, he is a down-to-earth civil servant.
Li Fengwu was overjoyed, and went to the study in a panic to bring some books that he had read in recent days, and the unknown places on the books were outlined one by one, so he asked Zhang Jun word by word.
Before Zhang Jun picked up the book, he said to Zhu Zhao'er: "You go and tell the cook, our grandfather and grandson should have a few cups at noon." β
Zhu Zhao'er heard this.
Zhang Jun didn't point out the knowledge for Li Fengwu, but asked seemingly unintentionally, "On the side of the Imperial City Division, the official family will suppress it first, these **** will not go to the early dynasty, but in a few days, they are bound to go to the court with Chen Shen, and ask you, do you dare to fight this court with a certain one?" β
Will this court battle field!
With such a big spirit, Li Fengwu gasped, and immediately the blood in his chest was agitated, and he couldn't help laughing lightly, "If this is the case, it is really a blessing in this life to be able to fight side by side with my uncle in the court." β
Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
Mind full.
A certain has two sons, the eldest son is talented, and he will become a teacher at Yuelu Academy, and he will become a generation of schools in the future.
A certain second son, who is in the posture of the sky, is already a servant of the six departments of the court.
A certain nephew, the phoenix dances and chicks, if the time comes, it will shine in the court and crown the world. (To be continued.) )