In the early years of the dynasty's establishment, Emperor Gao established the post of Emperor's Advisor in order to plan for the dynasty's long-term future and for the long-term future of his descendants.
The emperor's teacher was well-known but not worthy of his position. He did not participate in the affairs of the government. His purpose was to teach the young prince. The emperor studied at Xixue. To put it bluntly, he was a teacher.
Master has a good nature, and is used to wandering in the clouds and wild cranes. Senior Brother Xiaobai and I thought, if Master were the Imperial Master, Yi'er would have someone to take care of him, and he would not be too restrained. Wouldn't that be a good thing?
Previously, the master had refused to accept such a false position, but just now he meant what he said...
Suddenly, my heart seemed to be filled with winding vines and chaos.
The wind and rain were calm, and the long window was opened, and the slanting wind and drizzle suddenly came in. The master's gentle voice was as ethereal as clouds in the wind and rain: "Tomorrow, the Regent King Qin will issue an edict on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, restoring Xue Shaoluo to the title of King of Jin, and conferring the title of First Grade.
Taifu..."
A bit of cool rain falls between the brows, and the mind becomes clear. The first-grade Taifu is one of the three princes. He not only has the responsibility of teaching the young emperor, but also holds military and political power! His position is second only to the Prince Regent!
Damn old man, he has been tormenting us for so many days because he thinks the "emperor's master" has no rank and no power, and his official title is too small!
The hem of the blue robe was fluttering in the sky, and the master's smiling eyes stared at Senior Brother Xiaobai: "So, Eleven, do you understand?"
He looked stern and replied seriously: "My disciple is incompetent and not thinking well! The emperor and master are respected, but they have no authority. They are always at the mercy of others. If something big happens and I can't protect myself, how can I protect Yi'er? No.
If the master holds great power and acts expediently, and the master thinks carefully, the disciple will not be able to take precautions!"
"Well, you can teach me!" He gently closed the window sash and let the misty rain outside wander freely. The master's eyes were as calm as a deep pool, "The four assistants in the court each have their own thoughts. If in peacetime, the four of them interact with each other.
It is a check and balance, which is very beneficial to the stability of the imperial power, but there are waves in the southwest, and the four of them are restraining each other, how can they work together to fight against the outside world? In this way, there must be one person in the court who can suppress the four assistants and make thunderous decisions, so that you can go abroad with peace of mind...
"
His face was as pale as a clear white jade bowl holding medicinal soup, "Master said it is absolutely true."
After helping him drink up a bowl of soup, the master said with pity: "On the eleventh day, you have recently lost your father and sister-in-law. You have to take care of your nephew who has lost his parents. The four assistants in the court are not in harmony with each other.
Yes, there has been another war in the southwest. Alas, you are so young and so weak, so it is really difficult for you..."
Suddenly, silver raindrops wetted his dark eyes, "Master..."
The master's clear eyes were filled with softness: "Eleven, it would be disrespectful to let the courtiers know that the regent is crying..."
He lowered his eyes, a clear tear from his long eyelashes was like a raindrop that was about to fall under the eaves, "Yes."
The blue shadow suddenly passed by, and the master suddenly flicked his sleeves to cover his blushing cheeks, which were ashamed and embarrassed, "But on the 11th, master is here, so you can cry in peace."
The candles were brightly lit, and the darkly snaking red candle tears were like a small snake, gnawing at my heart bit by bit. Alas, he was so fierce and menacing in the court hall, but in fact, in the treacherous whirlpool of waves, how could he survive?
Not afraid?
[The lady is coming]
On May 11th, His Majesty the Emperor issued an edict: He appointed the regent King Qin as the Grand Marshal of the Army of the World, and Liang Ziyi, the left minister of the Ministry of War, as the deputy marshal, leading an army of 100,000 to conquer the southwest rebels.
On the day he left, the pomegranate trees under the window were blooming wildly. At that time, I thought it was an excellent omen to have "red" luck, but I never expected that his life would be like a burial.
