Chapter 112: Home and Country (1)
Xingqing three years, at the beginning of February, the spring flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are blooming, it is a good season for the willows to cling to each other, the flowers are competing for beauty, and all things are thriving. The earth is rejuvenated, and the warm wind in the south of the Yangtze River blows away the ubiquitous wet cold, ice and snow, but it can't blow away the irritability and uneasiness in people's hearts.
When Li Weiming entered the imperial study, Zhao Hong was frowning and looking at the manuscript on the case. After much deliberation, he was still not very satisfied with his wording.
He is about to go on the expedition, and he has too many political affairs to deal with, and escorting the implementation of the new policy is also a top priority.
One thing is more important, and that is to make sure that he has no worries when he goes out.
"On weekdays, I only know self-cultivation and self-cultivation, explore the study of righteousness and reason, disdain political affairs, don't talk about how to save the country, and can't put forward practical measures to govern the country. It is only by immersing oneself in the so-called moral world, that only in this way can the country not be in danger, fooling the world, and intoxicating oneself. How ridiculous? has no ability to govern the world, speaks of deeds, accuses capable ministers and officials, attacks others as fast, goes against the times, and the wind of clear discussion in the court is pervasive. Misleading the country and the people......"
Needless to say, this is his advocacy of practical learning and opposition to the pure talk that pervades the government and the opposition.
And these remarks, he personally wrote, and prepared to publish them in the new issue of the newspaper to fan the flames and escort the implementation of the new policy.
At the same time, it is also a blow to the arrogance of those who obstruct the New Deal.
Yang Feng Yin disobeys, borrowing the power in his hands to make waves, thinking that he is an important minister of the court, and wants to make himself jealous.
An important minister of the court?
A bunch of shit!
ββ¦β¦ If you want to turn the people into customs, please go one step further. The competition for survival is inevitable, and there is still a breath, that is, there is no room for retreat. It is the duty of life to move forward against all odds. To understand it with good intentions, retreat is the birth of a master; If it is solved with malice, it is the ugliness of the weak who are not suitable for competition and escape from reality. Tatar is the virtue of being fierce and unprecedented, China is leisurely and tranquil, and the reason for the strength and weakness of the north and the south is one of them. The fundamental drawback of this retreat is also. β
And this is also a positive response to the negative attitude towards life. It is also an accountability for the evasion of reality by the scholars.
While thinking and writing, in the midst of hard thinking, he raised his head and saw Li Weiming coming in, sitting on the chair next to him with a sad brow, Zhao Hong couldn't help but be stunned.
"Princess, do you have something on your mind? What happened? β
With his predecessor's decades of experience in the rivers and lakes, Li Weiming must have something on his mind.
"Your Majesty, is there any news from Daxia?"
Sure enough, Li Weiming couldn't help but ask.
It has been more than a year since the Mongol army invaded Western Xia, and I don't know what the situation was in Western Xia, whether it was safe and sound?
"Princess, no news is the best news! If Lingzhou and Zhongxing Mansion fall, the Jin people will definitely inform me of the Great Song Dynasty. So, you can rest easy. β
In fact, he didn't know the battle situation in Western Xia, and he only guessed out of thin air. However, he believed in his men, in firearms, in the power of technology.
With the advantage of firearms in the Great Song Dynasty, the army defended the city, and the Mongolian army wanted to capture Lingzhou City, which was not easy to think.
"Your Majesty, you say, don't the ministers of the court like me very much?"
Li Weiming was still frowning, pitiful.
The Great Song courtiers didn't like her, which meant that the Great Song Dynasty was in trouble when it sent troops to reinforce Western Xia. Western Xia is in dire straits now, which is not a good sign.
"Why should they like it? If I like it, it's fine! β
Zhao Hong joked and quickly reacted.
"Princess, how can you say such a thing? Did you hear any gossip? β
Needless to say, those pervasive yin winds blew into the palace.
"What Qingjun's side, red face and trouble, etc., even the other people in the palace, including the Queen Mother, seem to be different from me before. Your Majesty, the Great Song Dynasty waved troops to reinforce Great Xia, will there be any variables? β
Therefore, the country is deep, and Li Weiming suffers from gains and losses, and his mind becomes uncertain.
Variable?
Zhao Hong shook his head and said solemnly:
"Princess, don't care about those-stirring sticks. What are you, even I, the son of the Great Song Dynasty, they dare to openly call out. As you expected, many ministers in the court are now plotting to prevent me from sending troops to reinforce Great Xia! β
"What then?"
Li Weiming suddenly panicked, stared at Zhao Hong and asked:
"Your Majesty, you won't really not save Great Xia, will you?"
When she left Zhongxing Mansion, the Mongol army was already attacking the city in Xiadi. Now that a whole year has passed, Great Xia is in danger, and if we don't send troops to reinforce it, I'm afraid that the country will really be destroyed.
"Don't worry! Your Great Xia, I am saved! β
Li Weiming's panic was in his eyes, and Zhao Hong was arrogant and said categorically.
There are still many months to go until summer, Genghis Khan should not have died of illness, the Mongol army has not yet been leaderless, and it is not yet time to fight with the Γgedei on the battlefield.
"But what about the ministers? Your Majesty won't kill them, will you? β
Zhao Hong's composure made Li Weiming quiet down a little, and she then asked nervously.
"Your Majesty, the Great Song Dynasty established the country with Confucianism, and the king and the scholars ruled the world together. Your Majesty should think twice, but don't force it! β
She is just a princess of the dead country, she is already a lost dog, not a nobleman. The indifference of the Song Dynasty doctors to her was also expected by her. Whether Zhao Hong will be angry at her for rushing to the crown, to be exact, because of the rescue of Western Xia and the ministers of the court, she is not sure.
After all, between countries, it is only interests.
"I know that I will not take strong measures until I have to. However, I also want them to know that those with ill intentions will never end well! β
Zhao Hong's expression suddenly became indifferent, and his eyes were cold, which made Li Weiming subconsciously startled.
"Your Majesty, the way you talk is so scary!"
Li Weiming gently grabbed Zhao Hong's arm and said timidly.
"Princess, I am furious. Are you afraid? β
Zhao Hong patted Li Weiming's hand affectionately, old and indecent.
"Your Majesty, I still like the way I looked when I first met you, there are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading the world's heroes to bend their waists, confident and hearty, full of manliness. Look at you now, you are buried in politics all day long, and you have gray hair at a young age. It's heart-wrenching! β
Li Weiming said faintly, looking confused.
"Am I like this now?"
Zhao Hong couldn't help but be surprised.
Men, be cruel to yourself!
State affairs are complicated, and they are all manual work, how can they have time and energy, and their parents are short, and their children are long, and they have gray hair if they are not careful.
I'm too abusive!
"Your Majesty, you are busy with state affairs now, and you don't write poems and lyrics anymore. Every time you write a lyric, my heart can't help but jump. β
Li Weiming's eyes were gloomy, and he seemed to be a little melancholy.
Zhao Hong smiled slightly and did not speak.
Life has always been warm and cold, food, clothing, housing and transportation, not poetic and picturesque, and finally dull.
Li Weiming was born in the aristocracy, and he was too young to understand what he really needed in life.
"Don't worry! Count the days, after the New Year's Day, I should leave for the north. β
As if seeing Li Weiming's worries, Zhao Hong relieved her.
Li Weiming was helpless, so he had to hold back.
"Your Majesty, I hope you have the ability to overcome public opinion and wave your troops to save you!"
Western Xia has been involved in the war, what can she do even if she worries every day?
Zhao Hong promised to save Western Xia, and had already sent an army of 10,000 people to reinforce Great Xia, so she would wait for the result.
Whether it's joy or sorrow, she can't control it anyway.
"Princess, life is too short, so why bother yourself. Don't worry, for your sake, I won't leave Daxia alone! β
Zhao Hong said tiredly and leaned back in his chair.
Isn't it just that he can wrestle with the Mongol army one day?
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Li Weiming raised his eyebrows and began to rub Zhao Hong's shoulders.
"Princess, if you are bored, let the guards accompany you outside to relax. At this time, the peach blossoms on the West Lake are blooming, the willow road is full of warblers, the shallow grass sand embankment, and the Nanping evening bell are all good places to play. β
Zhao Hong enjoyed Li Weiming's service and said with his eyes closed.
Compared with the vast Gobi in Western Xia, the spring flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are blooming, which is more in line with the mood of women.
"Had a great time. Great Xia is suffering from the poison of Tatars, and I don't have that mind. Besides, if I don't go, lest people call me "red-faced and troublesome" and smear your face as an emperor. β
Li Weiming's hand paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"Princess, you've thought enough. Don't worry, Daxia will be fine. The people hate the extravagance and domineering of the powerful. You go to enjoy your view, and no one cares. β
Zhao Hong said softly, his eyes never opened.
At this moment, he was pleasant.
How many pleasant times are there in life?
"Sister Zhou has too many things, Cuizhu is too dull, only Jia Bijin is easy to get along with. However, I went with her, and everyone looked at her, and no one paid attention. Your Majesty, come with me. β
Li Weiming said tentatively, the movements in his hands did not stop.
"No one is looking at you? How can it be? That's because they don't know how to appreciate! Princess, you are beautiful, graceful and luxurious, and naturally beautiful, you should have the least self-confidence. β
Zhao Hong shook his head slightly.
Li Weiming's atmospheric neutral beauty, coupled with her tall figure and natural freedom, will definitely attract countless eyes in later generations.
With Yang Yi entering the palace, Jia Rujin is also about to go. As for Yang Yi not being named a concubine with Jia Yijin, it is still to take care of the face of Yang Guizhi and Yang Yi.
Seeing one and loving one, is he a "scumbag"?
"Your Majesty, will you accompany me?"
Li Weiming's voice was much softer, and it was rare to be coquettish.
Luo Shichang's words always rang in her ears. She wants to meet Zhao Hong as much as possible, and urge Zhao Hong to wave her troops north as soon as possible to rescue her Daxia, and she can't miss the slightest.
"I want to accompany you too, but look at it, there are all kinds of opportunities, and you have to deal with open guns and hidden arrows. There's really no way. Let's wait for the war in the northwest to end. β
Zhao Hong said apologetically, where do you know Li Weiming's thoughts.
Li Weiming is a concubine in the harem of the Great Song Dynasty, and he has already regarded Li Weiming as his own, but he didn't expect that he would have every opportunity, and the days he spent with Li Weiming were only two or three months.
Li Weiming's heart is full of her mother country. Zhao Hong's position is really limited.