When the two brothers discussed, Sun Miao and Sun Luo had not participated, one held the fold and looked at it, and the other whispered to the little attendant who served in the Wenying Palace, but the ear power was good, Sun Rui and Sun Xuan's voices were not light or heavy, and some key words and sentences still fell into the ears of the two.

Subconsciously, Sun Luo and Sun Miao glanced at each other, and quickly closed their eyes again.

For that chair, the two of them really don't have that mind, but they were born princes, even if they don't fight, they still need to be stable and peaceful, and they still understand everything they should understand.

They all understood Sun Xuan's unfinished words.

Sun Rui only said that Jiang Muyuan knew the front best, and Sun Xuan opened his mouth to let Jiang Muyuan come back together, which meant that it was probably not enough to listen to Sun Qi.

The military newspaper is sent to Beijing all the time, and there is no need to worry about Sun Qi's words and nonsense, and their eldest brother is also confused to that point, Sun Xuan's words refer to Sun Qi's lack of ability, obviously he is in the army like Jiang Muyuan, and when the time comes, he will probably lose everything, and he can't analyze the situation.

If this was a year ago, Sun Miao might not have thought of Sun Xuan like this, even if the same words came into his ears, he only thought about it casually, without thinking about it and malice, but after all these days, whether it was Sun Miao or Sun Luo, he would never feel that Sun Xuan would be so gaffe anymore.

Those mistakes that were not stable enough and grabbed their mouths were difficult to find in Sun Xuan.

At this time, this sentence is to put on small shoes for Sun Qi, and it is clearly said to all the adults here.

As for what the adults think, everyone has their own thoughts, and Sun Miao is not easy to guess.

Of course, Sun Rui also heard it, his expression did not change, and he turned his head and asked Master Fu, "What do you think?" ”

Master Fu put down his pen, turned his eyes on several princes, touched his beard and said: "The Holy Lord is very concerned about the war in the south like several His Highnesses, and when the old man goes to the imperial study in the afternoon to face the Holy Lord, he will give the opinions of His Highnesses to the Holy Lord. ”

Sun Rui secretly said "old fox" in his heart, and said: "Hard old lady." ”

After a short rest at noon, Master Fu followed the chamberlain to the imperial study.

On the desk of the saint, there are thick folds, there is a book spread out in front of him, the red pen is put aside, the saint leans back on the back of the chair, presses the Qingming acupoint with one hand, and waits for Master Fu to say hello, he slowly sits up straight, and motions for Master Fu to sit down.

Master Fu sat down, half-lowered his eyes, and said, "The Holy Lord looks very tired. ”

"It's tired," the saint smiled, "I'm my age, I'm past the prime of life, but if I want to say that I'm an old man, I'm not reconciled, but my energy is indeed not as good as before."

These folds were all sorted out once in the Wenying Palace, and I still feel annoyed when I read them.

Speaking of which, there have been too many big and small things in the past few years, and there is no peace everywhere, natural and man-made disasters, and constant wars, which make me worry.

A few days ago, I asked you to discuss the battle in Nanling, but did you come up with a result? ”

"The Third Highness and the Fifth Highness proposed that His Highness and Little Master Ning return to Beijing first, they are in front, and they know more about the battle than we are in the back against the map......" Master Fu said, "Wait for the Holy Lord to hear and make a decision, and then determine the person who oversees the army." ”

The saint groaned for a while, slowly bowed his head, and said, "Reasonable." Then let Qi'er and A-Yuan return to Beijing first. ”

Master Fu said: "The minister will ask people to draft an edict in a while." ”

The saint asked some other things before asking Master Fu to step down.

Master Fu walked out of the imperial study and walked for a while without hurrying, then he paused, looked at the sky in the south, and sighed lowly.

Before he even opened his mouth, he knew what the Holy One meant.

In recent days, Feng Taifu and Cao Taibao have been sick one after another, and the third prince who sits in the Wenying Hall is Fu Taishi, and he knows very well what kind of folds are sent into the imperial study every day, and how many are there, even if the saint is really not energetic, it is impossible to accumulate so many folds on the desk.

It's not that the saint can't finish reading it, nor does he have no energy to deal with it, but he is telling Taishi Fu that the things to be disposed of in every fold need money, and if the Nanling war can't be resolved quickly, the court can't hold it.

Therefore, Sun Qi and Jiang Muyuan will inevitably return to Beijing, and Sun Xuan and Sun Rui's proposal is exactly in line with the will of the saint.

Master Fu saw it clearly, but he wouldn't tell the people below that after returning to the Wenying Palace, he only asked people to send it to the south quickly.

The sun was setting in the west, the lights were lit inside and outside the palace, and Fu Taishi had just returned to the mansion in a sedan chair, and he received two famous posts, and the porter said that Lord Lu, the left attendant of the Criminal Department, and Lord Guan, the right attendant of the Ministry of War, had been waiting for a while.

The two adults both looked solemn, and after entering the study, they didn't even bother to say a few words of greeting, so they got straight to the point: "The saint doesn't want to fight?" ”

Master Fu asked rhetorically, "Listening to the tone of the two of you, are you worried that the Holy Lord doesn't want to fight?" Do you want to fight to the end? ”

The two nodded solemnly.

Guan Daren said: "The military department wants to fight, Nanling said the opposite, if you don't fight to the end, where is the majesty of the court?" ”

Master Lu smiled bitterly: "Master Taishi, you know, I was supposed to go to Nanling, but because of the situation at home at that time, Lao Bian traveled on my behalf, but as a result, I was first imprisoned and then besieged the city.

That is, Lao Bian is alive, God bless, so that he got out twice, if it were me, maybe he would have died in Nanling.

But although Lao Bian escaped, there are still so many officials in the Third Division who are trapped in Nanling City, what should they do?

I'm going to say something rebellious, the two highnesses are the sons of the saint, and when they come back, the saint doesn't want to fight, but the officials of the three divisions are also other people's sons, husbands, and fathers, hey! ”

Human life is born with nobility and cheapness, and princes and officials are naturally different, in fact, they all understand this truth, but they can't get over it in their hearts.

Master Fu was silent for a while, and said: "The situation of the treasury, the two of you also know in your hearts that if it drags on for a long time, it may not be effective for us to pay two more years of silver." The old man doesn't want to give up halfway, and now it is not a bad idea to ask His Royal Highness and the little grandfather to return to Beijing. ”

Master Guan and Master Lu glanced at each other and nodded.

No matter how enthusiastic they are, they are not front-line soldiers, what can they use to persuade the saint to fight?

If Jiang Muyuan said that he could play, and they beat the side drum again, then there would be a play.

If Jiang Muyuan felt that he couldn't defeat Nanling in a short period of time, no matter how strong they were, whose life would they rely on to fill the lofty mountains and mountains of Nanling?

Seeing off the two waiters, Master Fu stood with his hands behind his back for a while.

Sun Bi kept the lives of those officials in order to use them to negotiate terms with the imperial court when necessary, if the real soldiers came to the city, no one could say whether the officials of the three divisions would live or die.

Master Lu actually knows it, but he doesn't do anything, he lets it go, and he can't get over it on his conscience.

It's hard to be a man, it's hard to be an official who controls the fate of others, and it's too difficult to be a king who decides the government.

Master Fu knows that there is the helplessness of the saint, but this battle should still be fought.

He closed the window and called someone in: "Bring some messages to the wind." ”