Zhao Yun stopped, turned around and said: "The Song Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom have been fighting for more than a hundred years, with more humiliation and less glory. The shame of that year was even more painful in the hearts of each of us, and these more than a hundred years
Over the years, among those who have served in the army for several generations, who has not had a relative die at the hands of the Jin soldiers?
If you want to unite with the Kingdom of Jin, what do you want the soldiers to think? They will not be able to pass this test. Uniting with the Kingdom of Jin, in the current Song Dynasty, means denying the merits and efforts of these people. Once this happens, the consequences will be unbearable, so this
It’s absolutely impossible.”
Chen Longzhi couldn't help but nod, already understanding the meaning of Zhao Yun's words.
Zhao Yun added: "There is another reason why the Song Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom cannot join forces, and that is the Jin Kingdom itself. They are helpless at this time, and of course they are willing to temporarily unite with the Song Dynasty, but their degree of corruption is compared to that of the Song Dynasty.
It is worse than that, it can be said that it has reached the point where the mud cannot hold up the wall.
Once we unite, won't we have to continuously send them money and food? This is a hole that will never be filled, and I don't think they can withstand the Mongolian attack. How can I trust the safety of the Song Dynasty to them?
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Zhao Yun's analysis was well-founded and in line with the current situation. Chen Longzhi felt ashamed and was even more in awe of Zhao Yun.
Chen Longzhi solemnly bowed to Zhao Yun and said: "Your Majesty has a far-sighted view, which I cannot match. I used to be so conceited that I did not hesitate to write a letter to remonstrate. Now, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground to crawl in."
"It doesn't matter, it's a good thing for the monarch and his ministers to communicate more."
Zhao Yun smiled, feeling relieved and admiring Chen Longzhi more and more.
Zhao Yun had great expectations for Chen Longzhi. On the third day, Zhao Yun ordered the Political Affairs Hall to issue an edict to promote Chen Longzhi to the position of Left Minister of the Ministry of War, to assist Wei Liaoweng, the Minister of the Ministry of War, in handling affairs.
When Chen Longzhi received the imperial edict, he was so moved that he thanked the holy grace and cried: "The official knew that he had received a great favor, and Longzhi repaid it with his life."
Funing Hall.
Zhao Yun was fishing in the garden, enjoying a rare leisure time. Just now, Han Hong came to report that the Kingdom of Jin had sent an envoy to request peace talks, and that the envoy would arrive in Lin'an in a few days.
This was a huge victory. For the first time, the Jin State bowed its head to the Song Dynasty. From then on, the soldiers and people of the Song Dynasty could eliminate their unconfidence in their hearts and look at the Jin State equally.
"Your Majesty, Chen Guiyi and Envoy Chen are requesting an audience."
Zhao Yun was slightly surprised, but still saw him.
When he saw Chen Guiyi, Zhao Yun almost didn't recognize him, but in just three or four days, Chen Guiyi's face became haggard, his clothes were dusty, and he felt like he had lost weight.
However, at this time, Chen Guiyi's eyes were filled with powerful gaze, more energetic than before, and he was holding a pile of calligraphy and paintings in his hands, and he didn't know what they were.
Zhao Yun saw him like this and said, "What's going on with the Qing family?"
Chen Guiyi raised the painting in his hand above his head and said: "Your Majesty, these are what I have seen and heard over the years. Because I felt deeply in my heart, I painted them and kept them at home. I would like to ask Your Majesty to take a look."
Zhao Yun was confused. He picked up one of the paintings and unfolded it. It showed a family of four working hard in the field. There was a man who looked like a domestic servant on the edge of the field with wide eyes and a whip in his hand. He seemed to be driving the cattle.
Sheep work normally.
Zhao Yun felt this in his heart, solemnly rolled up the painting, handed it to Gao Shi, and picked up another one.
When you expand it, you will see that this is a picture of merchants. At the gate of the city, there is a picture of the city guard exploiting the salesman. In the shops inside the city, the officials from the government office are collecting taxes. The bags containing the government money in the hands of the officials are small and elegant.
Although he is light, his pocket is full.
Zhao Yun looked at another picture. It showed many officials wearing official robes escorting prostitutes to make gifts in a brothel, living happily. However, there were only a few people in the Yamen next to it and it was empty.
Looking at the next picture, there are soldiers going to the street in small groups to buy things without paying them. The vendors behind them are crying secretly and complaining about their suffering. However, the military training ground next to it is full of broken swords and guns, waist-high weeds, and no one is seen.
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The next picture shows a temple where incense is flourishing. Everyone is vying to donate money and gifts with a very pious attitude. However, the monks and abbots in the temple are smiling proudly in the dark. Next to the temple, a child has died of starvation.
On the roadside, pedestrians are in a hurry, no one cares,,,
Zhao Yun read the paintings one by one. The expressions of the characters in the paintings were exaggerated, but they gave people a very real feeling. This made Zhao Yun full of emotions, feeling desolate in his heart, his eyes were red, and there were faint tears.
Chen Guiyi knelt down, raised his hands sincerely, looked at Zhao Yun, and said: "Your Majesty, I have had an epiphany in the past few days and understand that your Majesty has unlimited expectations for me. Your Majesty hopes that I will benefit the people and build the foundation for the dynasty. However,
I cannot understand His Majesty's heart, so I am rash and let Your Majesty down. I am guilty of death. I hope Your Majesty can give me another chance."
Zhao Yun felt the seriousness, solemnly lifted him up, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Qing family, you are my first minister in the outer dynasty who is not promoted from the Dragon Skills. I am optimistic about you."
Chen Guiyi cried excitedly when he saw Zhao Yun trusting and expecting him again. He also wanted to do something for the country and the people. Without Zhao Yun's trust, he would not be able to realize his ideal.
After encouraging Chen Guiyi, Zhao Yun was in a good mood. He was so happy that he rewarded Chen Guiyi with the few fish he had just caught.
Chen Guiyi thanked him again, but he was also very embarrassed. What should he do with these fish after returning home? Should they eat them or keep them? What if they die after being kept? Can they be released?
First he was rewarded with a painting, and now he was rewarded with several fish. Chen Guiyi left the palace with a complicated mood.
Alas, it’s not easy to get the emperor’s reward.
At the same time, on June 28th of the first year of Hengsheng, that is, August 3rd, 1225, in the Mongolian grassland thousands of miles away, Yu Jie waited for a period of time in the Mongolian royal court after traveling for several months through mountains and rivers.
On this day, he finally met Genghis Khan.
Yu Jie was dressed in robes, holding a talisman, and entered the big tent. This tent was extremely wide, tall, and cleverly constructed, and could accommodate hundreds of people, like a palace and fortress.
When Yu Jie entered, he was surrounded by tall guards with fierce eyes. They were filled with murderous aura, which made people suddenly feel stressed and had difficulty breathing.
However, Yu Jie is a person like a dragon or a phoenix among people. He has experienced many people, has a strong mentality, and regards this business as death. He is not afraid of pressure and raises his eyes to the highest seat in the middle.
I saw the man sitting upright, with a calm expression, but not angry or intimidating. His face was a little pale, and he seemed to be in poor health, but his eyes were extremely sharp, piercing people's hearts like swords, making people dare not look directly.
He is Genghis Khan, the god in the hearts of the Mongols.
Yu Jie saw that Genghis Khan looked poor and was obviously seriously injured. Officials said that Genghis Khan still had two or three years to live. Is this true?