This night, I don't know how many people turned to the side and couldn't sleep.

This night, I don't know how many mansions had candles lit until dawn.

This night, I don't know how many people didn't even sleep, just thinking about the current situation and looking for a way to break the situation.

When the sky was still bright, the palace became lively before it, and countless sedan chairs were parked here, and one master after another sat inside.

The existence of these hundreds of people can represent the entire Great Song Dynasty and the people of Shangzhaoli.

Just, can they really represent?

The bell rang, the officials entered the hall, in terms of the high bottom of the rank, the innermost are those ministers, and on the outside are the three ranks, followed by the fourth, fifth, and sixth grades.

As soon as the hour came, Zhao Zhen, who was dressed in a fiery red emperor's robe, appeared on the Jinluan Hall with Zhang Mao, and at that moment it was the respectful greeting of all the officials.

Long live the emperor, long live the long live, long live the fall between the two, the deliberations officially began.

Compared with usual, there were many less cumbersome opening remarks, Zhao Zhen looked directly at the ministers below who couldn't see the end and asked, "After a night, presumably the Aiqing will have their own ideas, now who will talk about it first." ”

At this time, Zhao Zhen was not in good spirits.

Last night, although he lay down on the dragon bed very early, he couldn't fall asleep. It was still almost dawn, and I only squinted for a while, and now my head is still a little dizzy.

Now the Western Xia and barbarian armies are pressing.

No! It shouldn't be said that the pressure is the border, it is all in.

It's hateful that the Great Song Dynasty hasn't come up with a charter now, is it really until these alien races are killed outside Bianliang City that they will think of what they should do?

At this moment, Zhao Zhen was very disappointed with some courtiers.

It's not their philosophy that's disappointed, it's their ability to act.

"Your Majesty, the ministers discussed it and thought that the most important thing to do now is to order the Western Army and make preparations for a strong attack on Western Xia." The first to stand up was the privy envoy Wang Deyong.

Regardless of whether he is willing to be the first to stand up, if such a thing happens, he, as a privy envoy, will have to stand at the front, otherwise, he will be the first official.

"Storming Western Xia? Wai Wei to save Zhao? ”

Zhao Zhen heard what he meant, felt that there seemed to be some truth, and then asked, "How to solve the barbaric matter?" ”

"Your Majesty, the matter of the Mongolian people should immediately send envoys to the northern land to contact them to see what their demands are, if it is not too much, you can agree to come down first, and stabilize the situation first." This time it was Wen Yanbo who stood up.

This representative of the compromise faction personally went into battle.

The matter is urgent, and it is obviously too late to manipulate others to write at this time, so this big guy will stand on the platform in person.

"Is this a tribute to the barbarians?" Zhao Zhen heard what it meant, and his face was a little ugly.

"It's not about paying tribute, it's about making peace. Find what they want, we have, maybe we will pay some price in the early stage, but if the two sides can open the market together, these payments will be earned back sooner or later. Wen Yanbo explained aloud.

That's right, Wen Yanbo started his old routine again, that is, compromise first and assimilation.

In the end, let the enemy indulge in the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty, wear away the wildness, and finally become like those high-level leaders of the Liao State, live a luxurious life, and finally degenerate.

The two bigwigs represent the opinions of the two camps, and when they stand up and express their opinions, the other courtiers are silent.

Perhaps, many people have other ideas in their hearts, but they are lowly and low, even if they stand up, they can't decide anything, but they will become the target of others' attacks, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Su Shi, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the ninth row, watched this scene silently.

This was the first time he had appeared in the court.

It's just that what does he see?

The war-fearing faction appeared, and the compromise faction also appeared, but there was not a main battle faction, the dignified Song Dynasty, and it was so down?

Is this the fate and result of heavy literature and military suppression?

Could it be that there are so many people, and there is not even a person full of blood?

Bao Heizi and Fu Bi and others wanted to stand up, but they couldn't get help from others at all. If nothing else, if they say they want to fight, is there a guarantee of victory?

If they are defeated because they are going to fight, this responsibility is something they simply cannot afford.

Also, if you want to fight a big battle, you must at least get the support of the three envoys, otherwise where will the money come from? Where does the food come from?

Where did the armor come from?

You can't pick up a stick and go to war, if that's the case, it's not going to war, it's going to die.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Su Shi watched silently, not only with some sadness in his heart. It turns out that this is what people call the rich Song and the weak Song.

"Why can't you fight? There is no shortage of good sons and daughters in our Great Song Dynasty to protect their families and defend the country! ”

Just when Zhao Zhen was still thinking about the feasibility of the matter, and the other courtiers were still waiting for the official family to make a decision, behind Su Shi, he even felt that he was outside the door, and suddenly a shout came out.

"Who's making a noise in the back?" Another voice suddenly appeared above the court, which attracted the attention of many courtiers, and everyone's eyes kept looking back. At the same time, there was also Zhang Maoze's reprimand.

"Biography." It was Zhao Zhen, after hearing that he had a different opinion, he was happy in his heart and said with hope.

"The one who speaks comes forward." Zhang Mao immediately agreed, and then shouted in a sharp voice.

In the last row of the ministers, a military general in silver armor strode forward and walked straight to the front of the Jinluan Palace step by step.

When passing by Su Shi's side, Su Shi's eyes looked at him, he was in his early thirties, he was very energetic, and there seemed to be a murderous aura on his body, obviously he should have killed people, but this bloody aura was not very strong, presumably even if he went to the battlefield, he had not killed too many people.

Su Shi didn't know this person, but it didn't prevent other colleagues around him from knowing him, and soon Yang Wenguang's three words fell into Su Shi's ears.

Yang Wenguang, whose name is Zhongrong, is a native of Taiyuan, and is the grandson of Yang Ye, the grandson of Taiwei Yang Ye, and the son of Yang Yanzhao, the deputy capital of Gaoyang Guan.

This person's reputation is not obvious now, everyone only knows that he is loyal and good, but in later generations, his name is widely spread, and the Yang family will be almost known to everyone.

At this time, Yang Wenguang was only in his early thirties, and he only had the identity of a palace straight, to put it bluntly, he was the gatekeeper waiting outside the main hall, and he belonged to the ninth rank general.

Just now, it was he who was guarding the door with a few preparatory schools, and he heard the sound of discussion in the court, and heard that the ministers were either afraid of war or wanted to compromise and negotiate peace.

Under the heavy literature and suppression of martial arts, the status of martial artists is originally low, even those great generals who have repeatedly made military exploits, at most they can enter the Privy Council, and any deputy envoy is a heaven-like existence.

is like Di Qing, because he has made great achievements in war, he served as a privy councilor, but because of the emperor's suspicion, he finally died of depression. There are even rumors that he was scared to death.

This can be seen that the status of military generals is low. And now when everyone saw that he was just standing up a nine-rank palace, many courtiers suddenly showed a look of disdain on their faces.

It's just a brainless martial artist, what else will he do besides fighting and killing?

I really don't know why the official family called such a person to the main hall today, and he was really ashamed to be in company.

Zhao Zhen did have some thoughts of rushing to the doctor, and after listening to that voice, he wanted to take a look, but when he saw that it was Yang Wenguang, he couldn't help but show a disappointed look on his face.

He knew this person, after being a loyal minister, his family killed and injured several generations for the Great Song Dynasty.

Zhao Zhen respects such a person from the bottom of his heart, and he will take care of him as much as possible when conditions permit.

But that's all, if you really expect these brainless martial artists to assist him in achieving great things, then forget it. These people who only know how to shout and shout and kill, just don't do bad things at critical times.

"Well, you go down."

Recognizing Yang Wenguang's identity, Zhao Zhen didn't even have the idea of talking to him, and let him go down to the palace with a wave of his hand.

Today, the Great Rise was called, and the number of officials of the Great Court was expanded, but the minimum official rank must be above the sixth rank. Now that there is a nine-rank general, wouldn't it lower the level of the Great Dynasty Meeting and make people laugh.

Yang Wenguang was originally full of excitement, and he also wanted to stand up and show his attitude for these generals, that is, they are not afraid of war, as long as the Great Song Dynasty needs it, they are willing to throw their heads and spill blood, they are willing to fight with any invading enemy, and even if necessary, they are willing to sacrifice their lives.

But now, he didn't say anything, and the official family asked him to retreat, and he was angry for a while, "Your Majesty..."

"Stand down." Zhang Maoze's eyes widened, as if he was angry, seemed to be warning, and seemed to be telling Yang Wenguang that such a major matter is not something that you can meddle in at will.

Seeing the gaze handed by Zhang Zhongguan, a sigh came from Yang Wenguang's mouth, and he was about to turn around and leave.

Above the court, there is still no place for these generals to speak out, and they are just pawns in the hands of those civil servants, at the mercy of others.

Yang Wenguang was a little disappointed, so he was about to turn around, but when he turned around, he saw a young man in a purple robe and a wheelchair behind him.

"Your Excellency." Seeing the purple robe on his body, Yang Wenguang hurriedly saluted and prepared to give way.

"You wait." Su Shi in the wheelchair spoke.

"Huh?"

As soon as Su Shi's words fell, he immediately attracted the attention of many ministers.

Su Shi came in a wheelchair, and the vertical arch hall was very flat, and everyone's eyes fell on Yang Wenguang, so no one paid attention to him.

Some people died, but not completely......