The bustling New Year's Eve has finally passed. After the beginning of spring, things in the Prime Minister's Mansion became busy again.
Spring is the beginning of a new year, the season when all things grow. For those in the Prime Minister's Mansion, they still need to be busy with the results of the past year. The disaster relief work has not been completed. Today, the south and north are still submerged in a blanket of snow. It is time to
Everything has been done to the best of our ability, and the rest is still up to the free play of officials in various places.
As the snow gradually melts, the data compiled from various places do not make people feel optimistic and happy. But for other people in the prime minister's mansion, they still invest considerable enthusiasm in formulating plans and goals for the new year.
After all, this is the attitude of doing practical things. The past has passed, so you will not indulge in introspection and stop doing things.
The recent period of time has been a relatively complicated and stagnant time for Ning Yi. On the one hand, celebrating the New Year and festivals, getting along with his family, talking to Yao Zunian, Ji Kun, Wenren Buer, and everyone in the Wang family interact with each other.
He is always smiling when he is busy during visits. He is also very familiar with various plans and prospects in the Prime Minister's Mansion. At least in terms of various numerical orders, there is no one in the Prime Minister's Mansion who can compare with him.
On the other hand, during the pause, he was thinking about the next thing, but he was slightly undecided.
Zhang Jue's death was a heavy blow to everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it was just a heavy blow. They could not empathize with Ning Yi's thoughts, and Ning Yi could not say that he felt that the Wu Dynasty would be destroyed.
, because the logic that makes up this result is still not enough. In everyone’s opinion, now that Zhang Jue is dead, Beidi’s investment will become even more critical. In any case, we still have to hold up the remaining shelves——
This is true. Including Qin Siyuan, after a short period of depression, he returned to his busy official state and did not let his depression affect him too much.
Ning Yi is also uncertain about the outcome of this matter. There are still many things that can be done, but for him, what is more troublesome is not this mood. But as a modern person, he has once stood on such a situation.
Due to his position, his tolerance for certain things and certain stupidities is limited. But the crazy and enterprising idea of "I'd rather think about progress than stop" has become distant to him.
There are different forks in front of him, and he has not yet been able to see clearly. In other words, he has not yet had an opportunity or motivation to make a decision.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, apart from the day-to-day official affairs, what can make everyone more excited are probably the books annotated by Qin Siyuan. The prototype of Neo-Confucianism aroused great interest in Yao Zunian and others. After the return of Monk Jueming, he also
He regarded it as a treasure. For Ning Yi, he could also understand that it was indeed a treasure, but his feelings about this book were different from others.
After all, Ning Yi understands the general path of the development of Neo-Confucianism and even many other cultures in the future. Ning Yi has respect in his heart for Qin Siyuan coming up with this set of Neo-Confucianism. If possible, Ning Yi hopes that it can survive and remain in people's minds.
Continuous development in the collision. But Ning Yi has no idea of research, academic research, he is not in the mood. As for the rules and regulations that are derived, Ning Yi himself is too influenced by modern management, and also influenced by many modern liberalism.
Influence. Ning Yi is willing to protect it, but if he studies it and promotes it, then there is no need.
In his mind, there is a certain difference between his expectations for people and society and the expectations of Neo-Confucianism. This difference may not be much different from Neo-Confucianism - all philosophies in the world actually have something in common - even in later generations
, Ning Yi believes that the emergence of new social philosophy should also be based on Confucian knowledge such as Neo-Confucianism and Psychology. There can be changes, even great ones, but overthrowing them would be sheer folly.
Since he is not this type of academic researcher, and his own three views have been stable. In the final analysis, Ning Yi only appreciates this and admires the wisdom of an old man's social reflection and exploration, but he does not participate in extended research.
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The opportunity appeared in February of this year. When it appeared, Ning Yi never imagined that such a piece of news would appear in front of him.
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On February 2, the dragon raises its head.
In the capital, the snow is gradually melting, and everything is beginning to sprout. Recently, the data on the death of a large number of people in disaster areas compiled by various places makes people feel depressed. The number of people who died of starvation in the best-case scenario was originally expected to be within five years.
About 10,000, excluding those who froze to death in various places, has now exceeded the standard. Even though the statistics from various places are still vague at this time, this conclusion can still be drawn. Especially Jinghu South Road where Lin Quting died, only this
Along the way, more than 18,000 victims could be classified as starving to death.
However, if we refer to the data of previous famine years and compare the scale and severity of this famine, the entire disaster relief can be said to be unprecedentedly successful. However, this success also makes people feel silent.
Wen Renfuer knew that Ning Yi was not in a very good mood recently. He seemed to be thinking about some things other than official duties, and sometimes he would appear absent-minded. At first, he thought that the other party's depression was due to disaster relief, but Ning Yi was very concerned about disaster relief.
The result did not reach the ideal state and he was very indifferent:
"The ideal result, of course, can only be achieved when everything is in place. After Mr. Lin died, I realized that this matter would not be able to meet expectations, and... this is my first time to provide relief for something like a disaster.
All estimates, although there are data, are mostly taken for granted... In short, we are trying our best."
Ning Yi would say this and throw some depressing numbers into the drawer, but the indifference and coldness on his face made people think that he seemed to have other thoughts. That is to say, on the morning of February 2, he
When I walked through the study room where Ning Yi worked, I saw Ning Yi standing there with his back against the desk. He didn't know what he was thinking. When he passed by after half an hour, Ning Yi was still standing like that, with his back to the door, both hands
Put it on the edge of the table. Hearing this, Bu Er walked in and said, "Li Heng, what are you thinking about?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ning Yi turned back to look at him, with the prudence of a stranger in his eyes. It was as if he was looking at something... unrealistic.
That look in his eyes was far from friendly. Ning Yi, whom he knew from acquaintance, had always been calm, funny and decisive. He had never seen such a look in Ning Yi's eyes. Ning Yi tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand.
A hand tapped him, and then he gradually revealed a smile, grabbed a piece of paper from his hand, and slapped it on the table: "Look at this."
It was a piece of intelligence sent from the north by the Secret Investigation Department. Wenren Buer took it and looked at it. It was an intelligence piece about the death of the original Liao general Yelu Dashi. Wenren Buer had already read it: "Why?
Already?"
Ning Yi sat on the chair without saying anything. He read it again after hearing the news: "I know that Yelu Dashi is also a generation of outstanding people, but after he left, he did not bring many people... This beggar tribe has risen on the grassland.
It's been some time, uh... Is it possible that Li Heng wants to support this... Bo'er only Jin* Temujin to compete with the Jinren again? This is an idea..."
Ning Yi looked at him, and after a moment, he laughed: "It's a problem to raise a tiger... It's enough to raise one tiger... How can I raise this one? Uh, I... I thought of some other things, it's okay
, I’ll tell you after I think about it clearly. Give this to me first.”
Wenren Fujier gave him the information: "Is everything okay?"
"It's okay." Ning Yi replied without sincerity. Wenren Buer left the room and waited for a while. Hearing Ning Yi's voice inside, he seemed to be whispering: "Fuck...how could such a thing happen?
...This is fake, right... Damn, you are just kidding...This is too random..."
Wenren Fuji rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and walked away in confusion.
In the room, Ning Yi sat on a chair, looked at the information, then stood it up directly and placed it on the table in front of him. His expression was a little unreal and funny at first, and it felt like the world was like
Who made a bad joke, but gradually, his eyes began to become fierce and serious, and his brows gradually furrowed.
The boy weighs only a catty. Temujin!
Genghis Khan...
This is a name that is a hundred times more ferocious than Wanyan Aguda, and everyone has said that they should support him... In the past history, this name led the Mongols on the grassland to conquer the east and west, wiping out the entire country.
Halfway through the Han Dynasty, the territory of the huge empire reached as far as Europe, which left a psychological shadow on the Europeans. Until the 20th century, people in the East were called the "Yellow Peril". But this was not a glory for the Chinese from the beginning. For that era
, the Mongolian invasion of the Song Dynasty was a clear-cut, upright and devastating invasion. It was more thorough than the Japanese invasion of China later. Later generations said that the Mongols have been part of the Chinese nation since ancient times, but they were just
It was only after the assimilation of Confucian culture that everyone found a way to put money on their faces... support...
He stared at that name for a long time - I don't know how long - and the expression on his face gradually became quiet and indifferent. He put his hands on his knees, and at a certain moment, his eyes showed a look like a beast devouring people.
The bloodthirsty and ferocity that only appeared in his eyes flashed in his eyes for a moment. He reached out to open the drawer, took out a stack of papers on the top of the drawer, tore them up, and threw them into the garbage bin next to him.
In a wooden basket.
Those were some of his recent adjustments to Zhuji, but... they were too shallow after all.
Standing up, he tapped his fingers slowly on the table a few times, then took a breath and put the information back into the drawer. When he walked out of the door, it was the afternoon sunshine. When he walked out of the yard, someone said hello to him.
, he smiled and patted the other party's shoulder, but did not stop: "I'm going back first."
When he arrived at the side yard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he got into a carriage. When the curtain was lowered, his pensive face was hidden in the darkness.
The motorcade left the Prime Minister's Mansion and moved forward. At some point, the motorcade suddenly stopped. On the street, shouts of death suddenly arose, and someone shouted: "Get rid of the inner demons."
"Kill this devil——"
"where is he--"
The wind gently opened the curtains, and the confrontation between the assassins and the guards had begun. Ning Yi was pondering this somewhat absurd and serious fact in the carriage, tapping his fingers on the seat on one side. Until a certain moment, two hooks suddenly
He hooked into the car opposite and with a bang, the car walls and roof were pulled open. Only then did he sit there and see the scene on the road ahead.
Someone shouted: "Be careful——"
Something was shooting from the front of his field of vision. Ning Yi looked at the light spot and did not dodge. A crossbow bolt shot into the car wall on the side of his head. A big man roared from the front.
This is not the first time that an assassination attempt against Ning Yi broke out in the capital. This time, a group of well-known masters came over. The person who rushed up was Pu Tianweng, who was known as the No. 1 tyrant in Lingnan.
The fist was coaxed, and the sound was like a tiger's roar. During this period of time, the evil reputation of the inner demon spread throughout the green forest, making him dare not take it lightly. But in front of him, the scholar with cold eyes had already come up to him, and with a powerful punch,
Hit the door directly.
Blood was sprinkled in the sky, with the sound of broken bones, and the internal strength of the broken six paths that was brought to the extreme made a thunder-like explosion. Pu Tianweng's entire body flew backwards, fell more than ten feet, and continued to roll. After the fight,
In the middle, the devil with a calm and indifferent expression had already stepped out of the carriage and headed towards Pu Tianweng. Someone was rushing towards him not far away. It was a green forest heroine in her forties, chasing cicadas in eight steps.
After breaking through the guard's blockade, the next moment, the devil's left hand was slightly raised to the side. There was a loud bang mixed with flames, and the rolling iron sand rushed straight into her lower abdomen, stopping her in the air.
Live, fall, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The devil fired, but without stopping, he pulled out a strange-looking saber in his right hand. Pu Tianweng got up from the ground, backed up, waved a steel knife he picked up on the ground, and handed it to the opponent.
Two knives were thrown, but the opponent hardly stopped. The domineering sword technique smashed the opponent's blade away. The second knives cut off his wrist, the third knives stepped forward and struck his shoulder, and the fourth knives struck him.
There were several popping sounds on his forehead, and blood continued to fly out of his chest, lower abdomen, and thighs as he retreated, until he fell to the ground. In his eyes with blood flowing freely, he saw the cold eyes looking down at him.
, the short gun on his left hand was replaced with a new one, the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, a large circular black hole.
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There was another bang, and something popped like a watermelon.
Zhu Biao came to the side with a spear in his hand, a little surprised: "Although... I know you have a few moments... why do you suddenly seem so much more powerful?"
"When you think of something, you don't have to worry about it. Of course you are awesome..."
"Really?" Zhu Biao blinked, "You didn't have any scruples before."
"Anyway, I'm going to be invincible soon. As long as you know it, don't spread it randomly..." Ning Yi laughed, and then became a little tired, "I want to go home quickly..."
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All the way back home, when the carriage entered the yard, the bloody smell on his body had not disappeared. Ning Yi stood in the backyard and looked at the tables and chairs, houses, trees, and walls in the yard. After thinking about it, he walked in and found the side yard.
In the meantime, Xiaochan and Ning Xi jumped over. They probably saw the blood stains on his body, and they were a little worried. When they were about to check, she and Ning Xi were hugged by Ning Yi. This continued for a while, and Xiaochan thought
Ning Yi was injured: "Ms. sir, what's wrong with you, what's wrong... let me see..." The child was not used to the bloody smell on his father's body, so he turned his head away and said: "Dad, it stinks, it stinks...
"Ning Yi smiled and put it on his face.
"It's okay." He hugged Xiaochan tighter and put her head on his shoulder. After a while, he said: "Xiaochan, do you remember the first time we met... it was when I was
After the bricks were smashed, what did I look like when I first woke up?"
"I can't remember clearly." Xiaochan replied, and then added, "Actually... my husband was a bit fierce at that time. My uncle... was injured and wanted to go out, and then he was mean to me... I was a little scared."
"Haha." Ning Yi patted her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just... thought of something."
Letting go of the doubtful Xiao Chan and the crying son, Ning Yi walked inside. In the bedroom, Tan'er was writing something at the table. When he saw Ning Yi come in, there were blood stains on his body, he hurriedly greeted him: "Ms.
..." Before she could finish her words, Ning Yi picked her up and walked inside, finally pressing her down on the bed. Ning Yi lay on her body, startling her: "Mr., what's wrong with you?
What's wrong..." She thought Ning Yi was injured on the back, so she pulled at her to see. Ning Yi held her face in his hands, stared at her and smiled: "It's okay. Don't move."
"Uh... you... you're hurt..."
When their eyes met, Tan'er was still a little panicked, but gradually turned into confusion. Ning Yi looked at her for a while, then reached out to touch her eyes, nose, lips, and then put his head on her neck and smelled for a while.
"Ms. sir, what's wrong..." Tan'er asked softly.
"Something happened." Ning Yi was still lying down, "I encountered an assassination on the way back, but that's not the main thing..."
"Those guys, it's for disaster relief...I heard..."
"No." Ning Yi was silent for a moment, "Hey, Tan'er, if...just this month, I marry Yunzhu...and Jin'er, you..."
He hesitated, but Tan'er laughed softly, "You have finally made a decision. Everyone has been waiting..." This was her smile pretending to be open-minded, but she had indeed been mentally prepared for a long time.
It's not too tasty either.
"Besides, after things are settled here, I will take the time to go to Luliang Mountain."
Tan'er frowned. After a moment, with a complicated expression, she hit him hard with her hand: "You are not afraid... your body will collapse..."
"Hahahaha... That's not the case." Ning Yi laughed for a while and said, "Juan'er, find someone to get me some hot water. I want to wash it... there is blood on my body."
From outside the door, Juan'er who was listening in the corner responded timidly: "Oh." Then she ran away.
Ning Yi sat up, and Tan'er, who had taken off her restraints, was able to straighten her clothes. She looked at Ning Yi doubtfully. She also understood that Ning Yi's character must have encountered something other than the personal relationship between his children.
Such anomalies occur.
Ning Yi thought for a while: "I used to... always be a little reluctant to do long-term things..."
"...Huh?" Tan'er didn't understand.
"That's because I always want to reach a certain level and get away." He sighed, "But now it seems that there are some things where there is no way out. After all...such a ridiculous thing..."
"I, I don't understand."
Ning Yi didn't answer any more. He grabbed her hand and patted it, then patted her again, and smiled at her. His smile had become warm and amiable: "Anyway, you have to go with me."
Tan'er looked at him: "We... are husband and wife."
In the doubtful but somewhat caring gaze, some things were decided. At this time, the sun was shining slantingly from outside the open door, and there was a slight chill unique to spring in the air...
February, the second day of the lunar month.
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Qingming.
Li Pin walked up the hillside outside Taiyuan City and looked at the numerous tombs in the wild and the smoke that was lit when mourning for relatives.
At the edge of another forest, a man named Cheng Zhouhai, wearing a blue robe, knelt down on the grass, facing the direction he chose, and bowed three times to those who died in the famine. Accompanying
Around him, there was only the chill of spring and no witnesses.
At the dock, Shishi embarked on her journey with the large ship that was unable to return. Looking at the city, tidal flats, and docks in the distance, her eyes shed tears. In this winter, she felt emotions that she had never had before.
The dead people, those...the people they tried their best not to want them to die, but still died, stayed on this land.
Next will be the spring famine, and the small-scale famine will continue until the new year's food harvest finally arrives. During this period, people will continue to die one after another, but after the snow melts and the ice disappears, the court will continue to
There are no obstacles on the way to provide porridge for disaster relief. The price of food has remained at eighty liang and one stone, no longer rising, but it is still three times the usual price.
She had to go back.
If you stay, there will be more helplessness.
She really wanted to go back and tell some people what she had seen.
The wind blew her hair on the boat.
Every year, the wind blows from spring, to summer, to autumn, to winter, over and over again, never stopping. It blows away time, blows the growth rings, blows the youth to maturity, and blows the growth of adulthood.
Aging, and then the old people have to leave the seeds of their wisdom, hoping to pass it on to the next generation of children. This is how people live, work and pass on the earth.
It’s a new year again. People are feeling the new year’s singing and dancing in the spring breeze. In the court, groups of people are high-spirited and planning for the future. There is still war in the north, and there is constant war.
In the beacon smoke, the prosperous sun alternates with the ominous afterglow.
This is the spring of the twelfth year of Jinghan in the Wu Dynasty.