Xu Jing whispered: "There are no outsiders here, just two of us brothers. My cousin and I have a few heartfelt words."
"Murong has been in charge of the Imperial Guard for more than a hundred years, and his influence in the Imperial Guard is deep and intricate. I am my cousin, and the Imperial Guard General would have been replaced a long time ago."
Prince: "..."
Thanks to Xu Jing for being able to speak out!
The prince didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rolled his eyes at Xu Jing: "Don't talk nonsense. The Murong family has been in charge of the Imperial Guard for generations and is loyal to the Tian family. If what you just said reached General Murong's ears, wouldn't it chill General Murong's heart?"
After a pause, he softened his tone and said warmly: "Cousin Jing, you were born and raised in Beihai County, and you are not familiar with the civil and military generals of the DPRK. Murong Yao's ancestor was a soldier of our Xu family, and he died to save Emperor Gaozu.
. Later, the Imperial Guard was always under the control of the Murong family."
"The Iron Guard Camp was an army formed by the emperor's great-grandfather when he was still alive. The Zhongyong Marquis who was in charge of the Xiaoqi Camp was once a confidant of the emperor's grandfather. These two armies can be led by replacements. Only the Imperial Guards cannot be replaced at will.
Because Murong has always been a slave of the emperor."
"I know that you hate Murong Shen and have no good impression of General Murong. You can do some small tricks in private and just say it in a casual manner. Don't make things difficult for him openly."
Xu Jing took a deep look at the prince and said slowly: "Cousin, do you think I am one of those people who will do whatever you want for the sake of personal grudges?"
The prince nodded: "Yes."
Xu Jing: "..."
Xu Jingjun's face instantly twisted.
The prince laughed dumbly and said in a much lighter tone: "Aren't you?"
Xu Jing touched his heart and said with conscience: "I really am this kind of person."
The two brothers looked at each other and laughed together.
After laughing, Xu Jing whispered seriously: "I am not a villain in vain. My cousin trusts Murong so much, and the emperor's trust in Murong and his son is well known to everyone."
"It's good that father and son are loyal, but what if one day they have different hearts?"
"Nowadays, there are many wars in the Jin Dynasty. For example, the Xiaoqi Battalion and the Iron Guard Battalion are fighting outside, and there are only 30,000 imperial guards left in the capital. If Murong and his son have the idea of holding the emperor hostage to rule the world, who can stop them?"
The prince's smile condensed.
The three armies in the capital check and balance each other, and the command power is in the hands of the emperor. The Murong clan, the loyal and brave Marquis Dingguo, is not in harmony with each other, which is more beneficial to the emperor.
As Xu Jing said, there is no harm in doing this in peacetime. Now the Jin people and bandits are everywhere and fighting everywhere. Marquis Zhongyong and Duke Dingguo have no time to spare.
If only the Imperial Guards were left in the capital, the safety of the entire imperial city would fall into the hands of Murong and his son... Is this really okay?
Xu Jing's voice rang in his ears: "Cousin, even if I'm a villain in vain, I still have to say everything I've been holding in my heart."
"You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of protecting others. The power of the Murong family in the imperial guards is too huge. These 30,000 imperial guards have almost become the private soldiers of the Murong family."
"Even if they continue to use the father and son, there must be a check and balance. Otherwise, one day, the person holding the knife will hurt his hand with this sharp blade."
The prince said nothing.
Xu Jing stopped talking.
Since the day he was born, the prince has been the heir to the Jin Dynasty. Over the past ten years, Queen Su has devoted all her efforts to her son, and several tutors have worked hard to teach the prince to become a wise king through the ages. The prince has read
His books are stacked higher than Xu Jing's. How did all the dynasties fall? There are bloody lessons written on every page of the history books.
No matter how gentle he is, he is still the prince of the Jin Dynasty. No one cares more about the stability and inheritance of the throne than he does.
What Xu Jing said tonight deeply touched the prince's hidden worries.
After a long time, the prince whispered: "What you said tonight must not be told to anyone else."
Xu Jing nodded.
The prince was silent for a moment and then said: "I know this matter well. I will start making arrangements after returning to Beijing."
Xu Jing felt relieved, and his eyebrows suddenly relaxed.
In sister Yue Yaer's "dream", Murong Shen and his son plotted to usurp the throne and seize the Jin Dynasty. He could not tell her directly, so he could only remind her like this.
Fortunately, the prince heard it and took it to heart.
…
That night, Xu Jing slept extremely soundly and peacefully.
The prince was so preoccupied that he didn't fall asleep until the fourth watch. When he opened his eyes, it was already broad daylight.
Eunuch Lu was busy helping his master wash and change clothes. The prince asked casually: "Where has the prince gone?"
"Back to Your Highness," Eunuch Lu replied with a smile: "Your Majesty got up at five o'clock and went to the martial arts training ground."
Both the Iron Guard Camp and the Qiaoqi Camp are well-disciplined armies, and it is common practice in the barracks to drill at five o'clock every day. The Imperial Guards also have the habit of morning drills. As long as Xu Jing is in the barracks, he will get up early every day to drill with the soldiers.
A smile flashed in the prince's eyes and he ordered: "Have someone prepare more breakfast."
Eunuch Lu hurriedly responded and retreated to arrange breakfast.
After a stick of incense, Xu Jing came back with beads of sweat on his forehead. He sat across from the prince and had breakfast together. He took a few bites of a steamed bun, and moved his chopsticks like flying. Almost all the dishes on the table went into Xu Jing's mouth like leaves swept away by the autumn wind.
.
The prince's appetite is much smaller and he eats elegantly.
Xu Jing filled his stomach and put down his chopsticks with satisfaction: "As soon as I went out to march and fight, I ate pancakes and drank cold water every day. I finally had a full breakfast today."
The prince felt very distressed when he heard this: "You too, I want to send you a royal cook, but you insist on not wanting it."
Xu Jing said with a smile: "On weekdays, we are very particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation, but that is not the case when we are marching and fighting. The soldiers eat dry pancakes and drink cold water. What's going on with me sitting there by myself, making six dishes and one soup?"
"I learned this trick from General Feng. By eating, living and sleeping with the soldiers, I can quickly become one with them. When the time comes to fight, I will learn from General Gao, lead the charge, and be the first to charge. That's why I can be the best in battle.
Must win."
War is not a game. On the battlefield, you have to draw your sword and kill people with blood.
Xu Jing was high-spirited and talked eloquently: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I have two hundred soldiers around me. I used to think that I was very powerful. It wasn't until I actually went to the battlefield that I realized that I was still far behind and there was still much to learn.
Very.”
"General Feng and General Gao are both famous generals in the Jin Dynasty. This time I went to the battlefield with them and I really learned a lot."
Then, he sighed with some regret: "Unfortunately, opportunities like this are rare. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to go to the battlefield again."
The Jin Dynasty had many restrictions on the vassal kings, and a vassal prince had no chance to lead an army.
Xu Jing, who has been tempered by the flames of war, is like a bright pearl that has been polished and bloomed with scorching brilliance.
The prince glanced at Xu Jing, and the idea that he had been thinking about for most of the night jumped into his mind again.
