The old gentleman became more and more excited as he talked. Zhang Yang then poured some tea, "Does the old gentleman hope that your majesty will conquer Goguryeo?"
Wen Yanbo looked up at the sky and said, "The bones of the soldiers must be returned."
"I can ask the Ministry of Rites to write a letter and send it to Goguryeo, and order Goguryeo to return the bones."
"What if they don't naturalize?"
"Then there is a reason for war."
Wen Yanbo stroked his beard and said: "If we want to start a war with Goguryeo, the DPRK will definitely arouse criticism. Troops will be sent out at that time, not to mention generals. The Western Region has only been decided now, and the population has not yet been fully populated. There are still soldiers and horses in the Anxi Protectorate, Mobei
Now that everything is settled, how can we start a war?"
Zhang Yang had a kind smile on his face, waving the cattail leaf fan in his hand, still thinking.
Li Tai looked at his brother-in-law's calm and calm appearance and walked away. He couldn't listen to what the old man and his brother-in-law were talking about, and he was unwilling to listen.
Not wanting to betray his brother-in-law's trust, but also not being able to hide it from his father, and not wanting to tell lies in front of his father, Li Tai had no choice but to avoid it.
He took several of his guards to hide as far away as possible, and stood in the tunnel, intending not to listen to the conversation between the two of them until his brother-in-law called him.
Zhang Yang nodded as he listened to the other party's words, "There are bound to be people in the court who will dissuade us. If we start a war rashly, they will be criticized and obstructed. The old gentleman has a good idea."
Wen Yanbo nodded solemnly, "So what should we do?"
"First of all, starting a war does not necessarily require a resolution between the DPRK and China. We have arranged envoys in Goguryeo. Ri Yifu is now in the Goguryeo royal family, and Da'an is also working hard to manage people's livelihood in Liaodong."
After a pause, Zhang Yang continued: "Based on the information we have learned from the Foreign Affairs Commission, the Goguryeo royal family is fighting within itself. The generals who control the military power and the royal family are seizing power. The conflict has reached an extreme point. The unrest is inevitable.
Sooner or later."
Wen Yanbo hesitated for a moment, frowned and asked again, "There is civil strife in Goguryeo. What should you do? Recall the envoy? Or pass the news to the DPRK and let the DPRK lead troops to quell the civil strife?"
The old man looked at the tea bowl in front of him and hesitated for a moment, "Even if we go to Goguryeo to quell the rebellion, the DPRK may not send troops there. As far as I know, when the Tuyuhun army was in turmoil, there were still peacemakers in the DPRK, let alone those far away in Liaodong.
Goguryeo, with such a great opportunity right in front of them, they still won’t agree to send troops.”
The matter of the Eastern Expedition to Liaodong is indeed very complicated, not to mention that the DPRK and the Central Government have never prepared for Liaodong in these years. Even if there is an Eastern Expedition, it will be an afterthought.
"I thought that even though your Diplomatic Academy had deployed manpower, even if the time, place and people were favorable, they would still look ahead and launch an Eastern Expedition to waste people and money. Yang Guang has learned from the past experience. As long as Tian Khan has concerns, someone will advise him. Such an Eastern Expedition
It’s still just a bubble.”
Mr. Wen Yanbo seems to be a pessimistic person. Judging from his experiences in half his life, he should indeed be pessimistic. He has experienced too many ups and downs in life.
Sometimes pessimism is not necessarily a bad thing, at least you can think of the worst results.
"With what I said, what do you think?"
Zhang Yang sat cross-legged, put his hands in his sleeves and whispered: "First of all, there is civil strife in Goguryeo, and Li Yifu must be involved in it. Our Diplomatic Academy will not stand idly by, and Da'an has been building troops in Liaodong for three or two years, not to mention the troops in hand.
There are tens of thousands, maybe three to five thousand. As long as they are commanded properly, I think it will be a piece of cake to defeat Goguryeo."
Wen Yanbo said again: "Da'an was in Liaodong, so naturally he could not ignore the turmoil in Goguryeo. He privately led troops to attack Goguryeo. He was just a long history man. He sent troops to attack Goguryeo without permission. The government will hold him accountable, whether he is the Marquis of Lishan County or
The Foreign Affairs Council cannot escape the blame. Although your head will not be on the ground, all the authority of the Foreign Affairs Council will be lost, and many years of operation will be ruined."
The sky was getting darker, a gust of trade wind blew by, my thin clothes rustled, and a few drops of rain fell on my body.
The servant wanted to put a raincoat on the old gentleman, but Wen Yanbo waved his hand to stop him and stared at the young minister in front of him, who was less than thirty years old.
Zhang Yang looked troubled, "The old gentleman's words are good, but I don't want Da'an to attack Goguryeo. Once Goguryeo is in turmoil, it will take a month at the fastest for the news to be sent to Guanzhong, and Li Yifu is bound to lose his life in this turmoil."
Worry, since he is an official of our Diplomatic Academy, Da'an will certainly go to save Li Yifu because he is an official in the same dynasty. As for how to save him, how to save him? What happened on the way to save people is another matter."
"Da'an brought troops and horses to save people, and took the capital of Goguryeo along the way. That was also to save people. Or maybe all the people of Goguryeo surrendered, and all four counties in Goguryeo changed hands. This was also to save people, not to send troops.
It was a crusade, but Goguryeo was accidentally captured on the way to rescue people. This is a helpless thing."
Wen Yanbo was silent for a long time, and then said: "What you said is reasonable and well-founded. How confident are you in Chang'an City that you can predict that there will be unrest in Goguryeo?"
Zhang Yang lowered his voice, "Old sir, Li Yifu has been in Goguryeo for three years. The Goguryeo royal family and the generals have been at odds for a long time. As an envoy, did Li Yifu do nothing in Goguryeo? What was his purpose of going to Liaodong?
He will fan the flames secretly as an envoy of the Tang Dynasty, which is not difficult for him."
I stood up slowly and looked up at the sky. The drizzle was falling. It wasn't heavy, but it was very cool.
The old gentleman reached out and suddenly grabbed Zhang Yang's arm.
The opponent's strength is so strong that you can even feel the opponent's skinny fingers.
Wen Yanbo coughed twice when he was blown by the cold wind, and he spoke slowly: "Zhang Daan alone cannot handle this matter. He does not have enough soldiers and horses. He only has a five-point chance of winning Goguryeo at most. I am still in the Central Plains."
There are some disciples who can mobilize an army of nearly a thousand people with just one letter, and the old disciples are all farsighted and talented people. They can help Liaodong, what do you think?"
"Cough cough cough..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the words got exciting, Wen Yanbo coughed violently again.
With his wrist still being held by the old man, Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Yes, but everything must be arranged by Da'an."
Wen Yanbo finally let go, "I am already in my twilight years. When I capture Goguryeo in the future, I will burn the letters in front of my grave so that I can learn from him."
The old gentleman staggered for two steps. Before he could reach the wheelchair, he fell to the ground and fell unconscious on the spot.
"Old sir! Old sir!" the servant knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.
Ignoring the rain falling on him, Zhang Yang stepped forward to check his breathing, and couldn't help but be surprised, "No air?"
"Save the old gentleman." The servant knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, "Please save the old gentleman."
It is not surprising that he will pass away at this age.
But suddenly, the old gentleman who briefly stopped breathing slowly opened his eyes again. He asked in a daze: "What time is it? Where is this old man?"
Hearing the old gentleman speak again, the servant quickly helped him sit in the wheelchair and put a raincoat on the old gentleman.
At this moment, Wen Yanbo's eyes were very confused. She said slowly: "Why is it raining in Shuofang?"
The servant looked at this scene with tears in his eyes, "Old sir, this is not Shuofang, this is the border of Chang'an and Lishan."
"Lishan? Why is this old man in Lishan?"
After finishing speaking, he fell asleep again.
Seeing that the old gentleman was in a bad state, Zhang Yang shouted to Li Tai: "His Royal Highness, King Wei, send the old gentleman to the hospital."
Li Tai hurried over with his men in a panic. The old man woke up for a moment, then fell asleep again as soon as he sat down. Fortunately, he was still breathing this time.
Zhang Yang personally carried the old man on his back and ran towards the Lishan Medical Clinic. The current medical clinic is no longer the single-family hospital it once was. The Lishan Medical Clinic has begun to take shape, with more than 30 doctors and more than 50 assistants.
The apprenticeship can accommodate hundreds of patients, and it is located in a compound covering an area of three acres in Lishan Mountain.
Sun Simiao was compiling the Medicine Book when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps and slowly raised his head.
Seeing Zhang Yang carrying the old gentleman into the room, Sun Simiao frowned and stood up.
The servant on the side looked about fifteen or sixteen, and he was crying with tears and runny nose.
"Do you think that Jieli is dead or alive..." the old gentleman said again.
He was already unconscious, and everyone looked worried.
Sun Simiao whispered: "Please ask the county lord to take someone to wait outside the house so that Pindao can take a good look."
Everyone exited the room, and Li Tai asked curiously, "Brother-in-law, the old gentleman is so creepy, what's wrong with him?"
Zhang Yang walked to the door and sat down on the stone steps. "The old man is already so old. He may be suffering from delirium. I have seen such patients when I was a child."
"What is delirium?"
"It is an acute disease, usually causing confusion and memory confusion." Zhang Yang looked at the rain all over the sky distressedly, and it seemed that things were not going as he wished.
After an hour, Divine Doctor Sun finally opened the door, and the servant was the first to walk in. He knelt on the ground and called in a low voice: "Old sir, old sir?"
Wen Yanbo closed his eyes and nodded, "Where is Zhang Yang?"
Seeing that the old gentleman was finally back to normal, the servant wiped away his tears and Zhang Yang came in with Li Tai.
"Prepare pen and ink, I will write a letter."
Wen Yanbo wrote with trembling hands. Li Tai took the pen and paper and said, "Old sir, please speak. I will write for you."
"Yes." Wen Yanbo nodded and said: "My son Wen Ting, you feel as if you have seen me when you see this letter. The Chang'an Diplomatic Institute of the Liaodong Planning Department, you will lead my five hundred disciples and three thousand soldiers and horses from Hebei and Shuofang to go to Liaodong to serve.
Zhang Da'an, if you have any doubts, please ask Zhang Yang, the Minister of Rites. If you bring people to Liaodong, they will all obey Zhang Da'an's orders. When Goguryeo is over, all the lands will be returned to the Central Plains. The descendants of the old man's family for the next three generations will all obey the orders of Zhang Yang, the Minister of Rites."
"If the old man dies, there is no need to mourn. He will be buried in Zhongnan Mountain..."
Li Tai finished writing a letter. Writing this kind of posthumous event is the most heart-wrenching thing to do.
Zhang Yang stood next to Sun Simiao, "How is the old gentleman's condition?"
Sun Simiao stroked his beard and said: "From now on, he will be awake sometimes and confused sometimes. He needs someone to take care of him and cannot leave him. He is old and can no longer take medicine. From now on, he will be taken care of for as long as three to five months and as long as one month."
Two years, this is your destiny."
"Is there any hope of recovery?"
Sun Simiao sighed, "Lishan is secluded and far away from the hustle and bustle. It is suitable for the old gentleman to recuperate. Pindao will arrange for one or two people to take care of him."
Zhang Yang cupped his hands and saluted, "Thank you, the great doctor Sun."
"That's the only way. Pindao pricked his Tianchong point with a silver needle to wake him up for a moment, so that he can teach him to explain his funeral affairs. He will no longer be able to use needles in the future. This kind of momentary recovery will have a great impact on his health.
The greater the burden, the more severe the condition will be."
The servant behind him was reduced to tears. He choked and knelt on the ground again.
Sun Simiao nodded and said: "You are his servant and someone close to him. Please stay here to take care of him. Let his relatives come and see him in the future. He doesn't have much time left."
"I understand, villain."
When he left, the old gentleman fell into a confused state again and said that in the past, he thought the servants around him were his sons.
After leaving the old man to the care of Dr. Sun, Zhang Yang and Li Tai felt heavy when they walked out of the hospital.
"Brother-in-law, will Grandpa Huang be like this too?"
Hearing Li Tai's sudden question, Zhang Yang explained: "Your Highness, King Wei, don't worry. This disease is related to the old man's mental state. The Supreme Emperor is an optimistic person, and his body is still strong now."
Li Tai nodded and said, "Well, I will take good care of Grandpa Huang."
Returning to Lishan Mountain alone, Zhang Yang was in a bad mood, with pain and confusion in his eyes as he watched the autumn rain fall in front of his eyes and into the Huaqing Pool.
Li Yue put down the book and whispered: "What's going on?"
"I met Mr. Wen Yanbo, but he suddenly became seriously ill." Zhang Yang sighed, "My wife..."
"Yes." Li Yue responded, holding her husband's arm and helping him tidy up his somewhat messy hair with her slender fingers.
The couple is sitting on a lounge chair leaning on each other.
Zhang Yang whispered: "Sometimes I thought about becoming a rich man, but every old man I met told me not to do nothing. They always felt that I should carry the country on my back and that I should stand up for the country.
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This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Yue smiled softly: "Everyone's abilities are limited. Some people can rule the world, and some can lead armies to fight. But the old man's experience makes people a little hesitant.
, when everything calms down, in the wind and rain, stick to the original intention."
It's tiring to be a person who cares about the world. Zhang Yang looked at the rainy scene in front of him and remained silent without saying a word.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and just lying under the eaves, there will still be some rain falling on me.
After meeting Wen Yanbo, the matter of Liaodong fell on him like a mission.
Be it Wang Gui or Wen Yanbo, these old gentlemen are also mortals. Even though they are old and seriously ill, they still do not forget their perseverance.
These people live as if they are carrying their country and the world on their shoulders. Wen Yanbo is still worried about Liaodong and when the bones of the soldiers who stayed in Goguryeo will return home.
Wang Gui is worried about when those ancient aristocratic families will no longer poison the Central Plains. He is an old man who can distinguish the pure from the dirty, can punish the evil, reward the good, has deep ambitions, and does not attach importance to fame and fortune.
He allowed Li Shimin to open up his voice, and later he took over the post of Gao Shilian as a minister, revised the "Five Rites" and withdrew from the court due to old age.
Even after leaving Chang'an, he was still thinking about the affairs of his family and the imperial examination.
Only now do I feel that their era has passed. It is now the tenth year of Zhenguan, and this land has become completely new.
Both of them were stubborn old men, so stubborn that they were unreasonable. Zhang Yang felt extremely heavy, and felt sleepy. He saw that his wife in his arms had already fallen asleep.
The couple was lying on the lounge chair together like they did when they were children.
They are not children, and this chair seems very crowded.
I'm taking a break from updating a chapter today.
I will find time to make up for the updates I owe. Counting the updates I owe from the alliance leader, plus today, there are eight chapters in total.
Yes, I will look for opportunities to make up for it.