"It's not about blocking, it's about exploiting." Lin Yiqing looked appreciative and nodded.

"Utilization?" Yoko Shimazu understood at this time that Lin Yiqing was testing her skills.

"That's right! It is the use! Lin Yiqing picked up two pieces of paper with "Cen Yuying" and "Zhang Shusheng" written on them from the table, looked at them, and buckled them on the table, "If you don't let these two governors do something stupid, how can you take off the black gauze hats on their heads?" ”

"You intend to take this opportunity to weaken the power of the Governors of the Southwest......"

"If the local governors remain in a position to sit on the throne and the stubbornness of the scholars is not removed, there will be no way to talk about the progress of this country." Lin Yiqing said in a deep voice.

In his letter, Li Shaoquan said with some pessimism that Japan's reform has been carried out from the top down, and thus it has been successful, while the current Qianguo is from the bottom up, and only a few local ministers are engaged in it, and although some achievements have been made, they are very limited, and "it is like sketching a few strokes on a blank piece of paper," and it is difficult to change the backward appearance of the country as a whole.

Lin Yiqing's plan is to make the reform of Qianguo start from the top down, just like Japan!

In order to carry out top-down reforms, it is not enough to mobilize the support of the highest level of rulers, but also to break the situation of "the center is weak and the local forces are large" since the rebellion of the Shengping Heavenly Kingdom!

"However, Lin Jun, you have to be careful, the praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, don't forget, who are the two Shangshu in the current military department." Yoko Shimazu reminded Lin Yiqing.

"Of course I do." Lin Yiqing understood what Yoko Shimazu meant and sneered.

He knew about it long before the appointment of the right attendant of his military department came down. The current military department. The two supreme governors are still in the book. The Boren Shangshu is Jing Lian, and the Central Plains Shangshu is Peng Yulin!

And the appointment of his right attendant of the military department, although he was the first to propose it from Prince Jing, it seems that Master Weng also put a lot of effort behind his back!

Jing Lian and Peng Yulin are both well-known "righteous ministers", who fiercely opposed Lin Yizhe's reforms back then, and don't ask what kind of attitude they will have towards Lin Yizhe's younger brother when he entered the military department as a right attendant.

"The two of them. This time, it can be rectified together. Lin Yiqing looked at Yoko Shimazu and said with a smile, "It's up to you to think of the way." ”

"Same as with the two Governors." Yoko Shimazu had a brain teaser and thought to herself, "Let them do the same stupid thing." ”

Under the lights, Peng Yulin, the secretary of the Ministry of War, who had only been in office for four months, was writing hard at the desk.

"The French chieftain is bullying every day, thinking about every inch, and shaking the border. Whoever has flesh and blood will not crack his fingers. Ham Si fought hard to declare his hatred for the enemy. For the sake of today, the only way to do this is to work together and fight a decisive battle. If it is tolerated again, what kind of national system will it become? ”

"Middle-earth has no strategy for self-improvement other than the main battle. If you really grasp it, although your grandson is alive and Zhuge is resurrected, you don't dare to say that you have the odds of winning. If you must use all the funds to be perfect, you will be afraid of the head and the tail, and what is it like a foreign insult? ”

After a short time, a recital full of rhetoric was completed, and Peng Yulin read it carefully again, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

After writing the fold and sending someone to submit it, Peng Yulin left the house and went to the teahouse to taste tea and watch the play.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone diagonally from the end of the street, and a line of black bird shadows streaked across the lilac sky, and a few long monotonous chirps were heard.

Every family had dinner early and rushed to the teahouse. It was already full of people, chatting and drinking tea, so I had to move a bench on the doorstep and sit down, stretching my neck to look in. A small corner of the shop had been cleaned up and a few curtains had been hung to serve as a stage, but the troupe had not yet arrived.

Peng Yulin is a frequent visitor here, there are reserved seats, he watched the sky outside the window slowly darken, all corners of the hall were lit with pine oil lamps, and the dense shadows were dancing on the wall, and finally heard a sound like a gong and a chime, and all the voices were quiet together.

I saw a black-haired man slowly walking out from behind the curtain, his delicate face was always covered with a faint smile, his slender body was wrapped in a black robe, and the cuffs and collar were embroidered with dark gold patterns.

The man bowed to the people around him and said, "Fellow villagers, my surname is Xian, I am the leader of the Hundred Opera Troupe, and I can perform here today, and I don't dare to say anything else, I just hope that our performance can live up to your expectations." ”

Although the voice of these words was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly, and no one spoke for a while, staring with bated breath, waiting to see what kind of wonderful program would be held later.

The man in black slowly stretched out his slender hands from his sleeves and patted them lightly twice, only to hear a few crackling sounds, and the lights in the room went out together, and the room suddenly fell into darkness, and even the people sitting at the door were pitch black in front of them. For a while, everyone sat in place and didn't dare to move, and could only hear the sound of thick and thin breathing one after another.

Just when people were puzzled, they suddenly heard a soft sound from the corner, and with the sound, a small cloud of green and faint light rose out of thin air, floating in the air like a ghost, illuminating a few silver-blue silk strings, and also illuminating a small section of fingertips as white as jade.

After a moment of silence, there was another soft sound, a silk string trembled slightly, and the dark blue light flowed along the silk string, instantly floating in the air, faintly burning, reflecting the slender hand that plucked the silk string.

Immediately after two clanging sounds, two flames in a row, slowly drifting around, before everyone could see where they were going, only to see the slender wrist tremble slightly, on the strings of a string of scattered pearls and jade, suddenly flew out of seven or eight flames of light, enveloping the person playing the piano, but it was a woman in black with long blue and white hair, holding a piano with seven golden strings in her arms and sitting in a corner of the stage. The body was not straight, but slightly curved, like a bow that had never been drawn. It is dark and undulating.

The woman playing the piano lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly. I saw a snow-white wrist hanging in the air. As the breathing rhythm of the whole body rises and falls, it flies between the seven silk strings like life, stirring up an intricate melody like flowing water, and the pale golden brilliance flows, igniting one fire after another, as if those silk strings are not real, but woven by light. The flame of light floated in the air, fluttering in all directions. It illuminates every inch of space on the stage, and jumps restlessly beside the fluttering eyelashes of the woman playing the piano, as if she can't help but dance to the rhythm flowing between the strings.

The room was full of people who were stunned, and for a while they couldn't even hear what music was playing on the stage, but only watched the firelight drifting in the sky gradually gather towards the center of the stage, spinning and gathering into a ball, turning faster and faster, and suddenly the light flashed, and a curled figure appeared from the middle.

The shadow moved twice, and slowly leaned up. It turned out to be a beautiful girl with luxurious clothes. The eyebrows are like daisies, the red lips are bloody, and the eyes are dark and emerald, and the glow is flickering and rippling, as if the glow in the sky is all in. The light shrouded her completely, and even the butterfly ornaments embroidered with gold on her long purple dress were clearly illuminated.

The girl stood up slowly, and glanced at the audience with her radiant eyes, and just one glance made the audience, regardless of men, women, and children, lose their souls, as if falling into a fantasy, thinking how could such a girl see me.

The sound of the piano changed awe-inspiringly, from beautiful and faint to charming and lingering, and the girl raised her little hand to the music, patted it lightly twice, and danced with her wide sleeves. She doesn't dance fast, and it's not complicated, any girl in this Beijing opera troupe can dance like this, but whose girl's footsteps can be as ethereal as if in the clouds, and whose girl's waist can be as soft as a willow branch in the wind? Not to mention that her pale wrists and neck were adorned with jade and amethyst, and they danced with a clanging sound; Her gorgeous bun was filled with a dozen jade-encrusted pins, which shimmered sporadically along with hairpins that trembled slightly around her sideburns.

The people in the hall looked at the girl's dancing posture, and were already speechless, and suddenly the sound of the piano was another beat, and it became more and more lingering and compassionate, and the girl on the stage sang with the beat, dancing and singing, and when she sang, the rouge-coated lips also fluoresced with dots.

I only heard her sweet voice like a drop of water splashing in a silver cup, and sang quietly: "Depressed and depressed, I have dreamed for twenty years." The smoke clouds of the previous life passed in a hurry, and it was not fragrant to sleep on the side of tossing and turning. Try to see that the future is empty and confused, and the red dust and mundane things are sad. Since ancient times, there has been a lot of affection and hatred, and there are no couples who are helpless. ”

The girl turned sideways while singing, covered half of her face with her sleeve and looked around a few times, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of indescribable sorrow and despair, gloomy and dark hatred, and the hearts of people were also pinched a few times.

Immediately afterwards, the piano jumped twice, as if gold and jade collided, adding a bit of sonorous sound. The girl threw her long sleeves again, and then sang: "I look forward to the Milky Way blowing the jade sheng, and the cold courtyard of the building is peaceful." Heavy dreams of his years are broken, don't be a tree to frighten the female last night. The fragrance of the moon pavilion is due to the rain, and the wind curtain is clear from the frost. There is no need to wave the meaning of the mountain, Xiangse Qin Xiao has his own feelings. ”

It was originally just a small song that can often be heard in a restaurant and tea shop, but it was sung by the girl's beautiful and graceful voice, and it was accompanied by a beautiful dancing appearance and a brilliant piano sound, which made everyone lose their souls as if they didn't know where they were, and the troubles and mundane things in their hearts disappeared, just hoping to listen to this voice for a while and see this beautiful scenery a few more times.

The girl sang, waved her hands, drew a circle in the air, the sound of the piano suddenly accelerated, a sound like rolling thunder back and forth into a piece, and then could not distinguish the melody, only felt as if there were seven or eight pairs of hands between the strings to pluck and wipe, more than a dozen pianos together sounded, the blue light in the sky danced like a ghost, gradually turned into blue and white, and then became a white expanse, the girl rotated in place with the music, and gradually disappeared in the light, dazzling to see. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the light burst into colorful points of light that scattered in all directions, falling and extinguishing one by one, leaving only an empty and lonely stage, dark and faintly drifting with lingering sounds.

Finally, everything was silent.

After a long time, the people inside and outside the house slowly came back to their senses, some hurriedly went to light the lamp, some picked up the teacup and took a big sip of cow drink, some beat their chests and sighed, and some wanted to come to the front of the stage to see what was going on.

Peng Yulin looked at the curtain in distraction, and only realized it for a long time. He thought back to what he had just seen. I can't help but get up.

"Good! It turns out that you are ......" he seemed to think of something. He slammed his mouth shut.

"If the master takes a fancy to that woman, the little one will go over and ask." An attendant asked flatteringly.

"Bastard! What nonsense? Peng Yulin suddenly became angry, and his entourage was startled and immediately knelt down.

"Little damn it! Little damn it! ”

"Get up." Peng Yulin calmed down, completely returned to his usual upright and gentlemanly attitude, he said and took out a silver ticket of ten taels of silver from his sleeve and handed it to his entourage.

"If you send this silver ticket over, you will say that it is my reward, master. Invite them to come to the house and act in the near future. Peng Yulin said quietly.

"Yes! The little ones will do it! The attendant replied one after another.

Not much. The entourage came back, "Master, the matter is done, the head of the regiment said that as long as the master sends someone to inform, they will be on call." ”

Peng Yulin nodded, stood up, and walked out of the teahouse.

"Lin Yiqing, you can't think of it, right? The people who can deal with you will ...... here," Peng Yulin muttered to himself in his heart. "See how I clean up your ......"

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