Yao Daoyan laughed, "So that Jia Zhen scolded me for being an emperor for only one term, and I was a short-lived ghost." ”

Yan Song squinted his eyes and glanced at Yao Daoyan, who was a little self-deprecating, "It's not just you, that Pang Juan from the Ghost Valley is not also listed as a short-lived ghost by Jia Zhen." ”

Yao Daoyan was interested when he heard Yan Song talk about Pang Juan, who had been famous for a long time in the Spring and Autumn Period, "I can be compared with Pang Juan, one of the four strategists who stirred up the Spring and Autumn Period, and I don't have a trip to this world." ”

Yan Song was a little dissatisfied with this, and said, "You worship that Pang Juan who only hides in the secret and calculates this, calculates that? No wonder Jia Zhen looks down on you, if it were me, I might... ”

Yan Song thought about it for a long time, but didn't come up with any good words to describe Yao Daoyan, and finally held it for a long time and said, "I may look down on you even more." ”

Yao Daoyan didn't laugh angrily, and the Buddhist beads in his hand turned more cheerfully, "No way, who made the origin of my Fulong technique in this body be that old Taoist priest Jia Zhen, and it is my honor to be judged by Master Zu personally." ”

Yan Song heard Yao Daoyan's words, and his heart was disgusted, "Let's get down to business, don't talk about these irrelevant things, I still want to go back to sleep early." ”

Yao Daoyan saw Yan Song straight to the point, and he simply stopped hiding it, "The old monk came here to discuss with Mr. Yan who to send to investigate the Liangzhou case. ”

Yan Song frowned, "Haven't you already determined that the candidate is Zheng Huaixian's father-in-law, Yan Zhiwei, don't you want to change the candidate?" As far as I know, Yan Zhiwei is honest and upright, and he is the best candidate for this matter." ”

Yao Daoyan explained: "The imperial court did not want to change the candidates, but they were afraid that when the candidates were proposed at the court meeting, some people would oppose them. ”

Yan Song understood Yao Daoyan's purpose for coming to him tonight, which was because he was afraid that people from King Yan's line would get in the way and unite others to oppose this matter at the court meeting.

"Don't worry, we won't do anything, you choose Yan Zhiwei yourself, and he himself is willing to find death, and he takes the initiative to recommend himself. As the saying goes, if one is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer, we will not stop it. ”

Yao Daoyan stood up and saluted Yan Song, "In this way, thank you King Yan and Mr. Yan." ”

Yan Song knew that Yao Daoyan acted like this, but for the sake of King Yan's face and Chengruo, he was never qualified to be worthy of Yao Daoyan, the elder of the Three Dynasties.

Yan Song waved his hand and motioned for Yao Daoyan to sit down, before he finished speaking, Yao Daoyan still wanted to rely on this salute to suppress the conditions behind him, then Yao Daoyan was a little whimsical.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank you, our prince is not unconditional. ”

Yao Daoyan had long expected that King Yan would have conditions, so it was also reasonable, "What conditions?"

Yan Song said unhurriedly: "My prince said that he hopes that the imperial court will replace the garrison of Tingzhou with the army under King Yan. ”

Yao Daoyan angrily reprimanded: "This is impossible, absolutely disagree." ”

Yan Song smiled, he had long expected Yao Daoyan to have this kind of reaction, "Don't worry, Mr. Yao, wait until I finish talking about the pros and cons, and then you can make a decision." ”

"Let's not talk about anything else, just by investigating the case in Liangzhou this time, you can take the opportunity to weaken the power of King Liang, which is equivalent to indirectly cutting the domain. ”

Yao Daoyan snorted coldly, obviously this point is not pros and cons

In order to make the court give in.

"After you investigate it, King Liang will either give up the control of the Liangzhou cavalry under his command, or give up his hereditary right to replace him, so as to hold the control of the Liangzhou cavalry. ”

"Second, except for the fourth prince Li Mao, who was demoted to Bianzhou, in recent years, the behavior of the crown prince and the other two princes competing for the prince has made Your Majesty dissatisfied, and you, a gentleman who has always been loyal to Your Majesty, do not want to see this kind of scene. Your Majesty is in the prime of life, and he is in the prime of life, so the stability within the royal family is far greater than the threat of the rest of the vassal kings to His Majesty, so I guarantee that as long as that Chao is not in the prime of life, then the prince of my family can not care about all things, as long as Tingzhou. ”

Yao Daoyan sat there, he had to admit that everything Yan Song said was the truth, and he was powerless to refute it. In recent years, the dirty things that have happened in the royal family have happened one after another, between fathers and sons, between brothers, abound. The old monk saw a lot, helpless and sad, when the emperor was still there, although there was such a thing, but everything was under the acquiescence of the emperor, and today, the Ming Emperor is powerless to restrain them, and can only watch them behave nonsense.

The old monk is a little tired, and a little tired, he has lived too long, from Taizu to the Ming Emperor, for more than 60 years, he has also changed from a small novice to an old monk of Jiming Temple.

"Even if what you say is right, Tingzhou is located in the center of the Ming Dynasty, with Luoyang on the left and Chang'an on the right. Once you hand over the control that belongs there, then it is tantamount to putting Da Ming on the verge of splitting, and Your Majesty will completely lose control of Da Ming,"

Yan Song smiled, got up and bent over, looked at Yao Daoyan's gaze up close, and looked at this emperor with great presumptuousness, with a thick smile on the corner of his mouth, "How could Your Majesty really master the Ming Dynasty?"

"You!"

Yao Daoyan stretched out his finger and pointed at Yan Song, who was a little presumptuous, which was really a big rebellion.

But it's true.

The Seven Great Vassal Kings have seventy percent of the soldiers and horses of the Ming Dynasty, why did Your Majesty cut the feudal domain for so many years, and constantly tried to split the forces and connections between the several major feudal kings, isn't it because of this reason.

Yan Song didn't hurry to sit back in the position he had just placed, and opened a book in his hand at random, "Don't worry, I and my prince can wait, but the time is not too long, after all, our prince doesn't have much time." ”

After all, Yan Song probably felt that the books in his hands were boring, and threw the books on the stove, and the fire in the stove instantly rose again, Yan Song got up and kicked on the pile of books beside him, and then strode away, leaving Yao Daoyan alone, sitting there.

The light of the fire in the furnace shone on Yao Daoyan's body, and the old monk's fatigue and helplessness filled his heart.

The Buddhist beads in the old monk's hand were not turning, and he was sitting alone in the courtyard, his face full of bitterness.

This emperor, who has been planning for the Ming Dynasty for many years, is old after all, the old man has lost his teeth, and the tiger of the year is going to die.

Looking at the starry sky, behind the old man, the phantom of the Jizo Bodhisattva slowly appeared, and the old monk muttered: "The old minister is ashamed of the emperor." Shame on the Emperor!"

On the winter night of Chang'an City, an old man dressed in an official robe came to the south gate of Chang'an City, where his son usually stays, and sat on the chair that his son often sits on weekdays, the corners of the old man's mouth

The smile is thick, and the mood is inexplicably happy.

By this time, the gates had long been closed, and no one had passed through it.

In the shed, the general guarding the city stood aside, under his armor, sweating constantly on his forehead, and his right hand was placed on the long sword he often wore on weekdays, only in this way did the general barely stand by Zhang Juzheng's side.

Zhang Juzheng sat for a while and gently patted the general's shoulder, "Let's go, the official will walk by himself today, and you will treat it as if the official has not been here today." ”

The general let out a long sigh, saluted Zhang Juzheng, and left without looking back, although Zhang Juzheng was not a member of the army, but the momentum of that body, the general had never seen it in his life.

The housekeeper handed over the lantern in his hand on the side, and after Zhang Juzheng took it, he began to walk up to the city step by step, and the soldiers stationed on the city wall bent down and saluted.

Zhang Juzheng stood on the city wall, behind him was the brightly lit Chang'an City, in this city, there was His Majesty the Ming Emperor, there was Yao Prophet, there was his own family, and there were many officials and people.

In front of him are all kinds of people, businessmen, students, people from the rivers and lakes, and officials from all over the world who are staying outside the city, waiting for Chang'an City to open the city gate...

Since the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, this Chang'an City has been the place that all the people of the Ming Dynasty yearn for, and it is also the blessed land where everyone soars, and it is also the unbridled place for those wealthy families to indulge in vocal music.

There are academies that train students, Huafang Street, which is called the Pinjin Grotto, and there are candles on a table that are left in the Hanlin Academy.

This light may appear in a certain alley, on the desk of a student studying hard in the cold window, or in His Majesty's imperial study, which will more or less illuminate everyone's heart.

Zhang Juzheng turned his head, outside the city, there were businessmen who were looking at the gate of Chang'an City at all times, there were poor students who nested under the big trees and only had a cotton coat for warmth, and there were also those dart masters who came to Chang'an City with the goods, a few cars were parked there, waiting for the city gate to open, so that they could return to their families as soon as possible.

Behind Zhang Juzheng, there were constantly patrolling soldiers passing by, and they all stopped to greet the old man, and the old man responded to them one by one, without the arrogance of those big officials, more like an old man greeting the neighbor's children at the door of his house.

Zhang Juzheng glanced at Chang'an City, smiled, and smiled very happily.

The old man glanced at the outside of Chang'an City and smiled, smiling very satisfied.

As a person born on the right path of the imperial examination, Zhang Juzheng, who is famous in the Ming Dynasty for Lianzhong Sanyuan, sincerely hopes that everyone who enters the city can get everything they want.

Fame, money, beauty.

The whole nine yards.

Fame, wealth, wine, jade, martial arts cheats, practice exercises.

All the kings take their own things, each according to his ability.

The old man touched his chin, some slightly longer beard, he was really old, and his son had been in this south gate for many years.

I think who was not a teenager back then, and who didn't yearn for the "Wenzheng" who represented the highest honor after death.

As for himself, he is old, and Wen Zheng has no hope.

In the end, I paid so much for the Ming Dynasty and the people, and what was left for myself.

Nope.

I think that the old man came to Chang'an City penniless, and he died alone.