However, Qin Zhang raised her head and sobbed: "What else could be the reason? Your father is not afraid of death! Since last year, His Majesty has asked him to set aside general funds to expand the army and conquer the grassland."
"But your father refuses to do so. He writes letters every day and openly challenges His Majesty, saying that blindly expanding the army to attack the grasslands is not the way to be a king. He must recuperate and regenerate with the people. Do you listen to this? Can Your Majesty not be angry? Almost
I didn't give him a foot in the court!"
"I mentioned this matter again two days ago. Your Majesty wants to expand the army, but your father wants to provide disaster relief, but he doesn't allocate funds to the Ministry of War! This will not allow His Majesty to come to the Hong family, and the paintings have also been sent back to be inscribed with poems, and your father wants to cut them
It’s about the feudal lord!”
Qin Zhang said, glaring at Qin Wenyao with hatred that could not be reduced to steel, her anger difficult to calm down.
Qin Wenyao lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "Then your Majesty is wrong!"
"Speak louder! Why don't you go to the palace gate and shout?!"
Mrs. Qin Zhang glared at him, "Your Majesty is going to teach you a lesson this time. If you contradict him again, it will be your Qin Wenyao's head that will be sent back to the government next time!"
Qin Wenyao widened his eyes and said plausibly, "A loyal minister is not afraid of death!"
"you......"
Mrs. Qin Zhang looked at him and gritted her teeth angrily, "I married into your old Qin family blindly."
Qin Yu felt dizzy after hearing this, and finally understood the whole story.
He had known for a long time that something would happen to him sooner or later because of his iron character.
If the current Emperor Wei was not sensible and knew that Cheap Father was a loyal minister who dared to give advice, he would have been raped long ago.
Qin Yu had a headache. What a wonderful life, but it happened to end up with a stubborn father.
What happened today was just the trigger.
If you don't want to solve it, the cheap dad will be forced to wear small shoes, and he may even be exiled.
exile?
Qin Yu felt a chill just thinking about it.
The punishment of exile is very harsh and shocking, and prisoners usually die on the rough and turbulent journey, unable to reach their destination.
Even if you reach your destination, it will still be a barbaric and savage place, and you will not be able to die easily!
Think of this.
Qin Yu turned to look at Qin Wenyao and muttered: "Dad, I think you did the right thing. Compared with expanding the army to attack the grassland, disaster relief is indeed more urgent."
It was a cold spring this year, and many places in the Wei Dynasty were severely affected by disasters. The people were in dire straits, and many victims even fled to Jinling City.
At this juncture, it is indeed not wise to expand the army.
Qin Wenyao was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly said to Qin Zhang: "Listen, even fools understand the truth, but His Majesty just doesn't understand!"
Qin Yu: "..."
Mrs. Qin Zhang glared at him, "Have you ever said that about your son?"
"hehe......"
Qin Wenyao smiled awkwardly and said, "I was just talking nonsense. I am a stupid son, not a fool."
Mrs. Qin Zhang snorted coldly, "I am your Majesty, and the entire Wei Dynasty belongs to me. Whatever your Majesty says is whatever you say! Why are you always arguing with your Majesty? Go to the palace to admit your mistake and allocate the money to the Ministry of War, otherwise tomorrow
I will take my son back to Jiangnan!"
Jiangnan?
Qin Yu thought to himself that it was not unacceptable. Jiangnan has beautiful scenery and beautiful girls.
But leaving a cheap dad like this to die is not very righteous.
"Hey, what are you talking about?"
Qin Wenyao's eyes widened and he said loudly, "I'm right, what mistake do I admit? Whoever wants to criticize this money will criticize it, and I, Qin Wenyao, will never criticize it even to the death of me!"
"You..." Qin Zhang was so angry that she didn't know how to scold him.
Qin Yu thought secretly in his heart.
He understands the character of Cheap Dad, who would rather be broken than bent, and would rather be broken than broken.
If he thinks he is right, he will not admit it even if the knife is held to his neck.
Definitely the number one master of the Wei Dynasty.
Mrs. Qin Zhang scolded Qin Wenyao there.
Qin Wenyao snorted and said nothing, looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
Qin Yu ignored them and walked to the table to look at the paintings returned by Emperor Wei.
This is a picture of plum blossoms painted by Qin Yaowen himself. The painting shows a plum blossom tree growing beside a pond.
Qin Wenyao was a famous master in the Wei Dynasty. He was excellent in calligraphy and painting, but he had no talent in reciting poems and composing poems. It can be said that he was extremely poor.
But this is normal, no one can be proficient in everything.
Qin Wenyao and Qin Zhang were quarreling fiercely.
Qin Yu turned to look at Qin Wenyao and muttered: "Dad, my son can help you solve your first problem."
For this plan, if you can't persuade the cheap father, then you can only persuade Emperor Wei.
If this matter is not resolved, the Prince of Qin's Palace will never have a good life in the future.
Qin Wenyao was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Can you solve the problem of reducing the vassal status?"
Qin Yu: "......"
Does the cheap dad think that it is easiest to cut down the vassal clan?
What logic?
Qin Yu was helpless and said calmly: "No, I can write a poem for this painting."
"Poetry? Hahaha..."
Qin Wenyao laughed subconsciously, "You are such a nonsense, you bastard! I would rather believe that you have a way to solve the problem of reducing the vassal vassal than that you can compose poetry. How many pounds do you have? Doesn't your father know?"
Mrs. Qin Zhang glared at Qin Wenyao and said in a deep voice: "If Yu'er says you can, then you can definitely do it. Have you ever taken care of Yu'er? You have the nerve to mock your own son here!"
Qin Zhang loved Qin Yu very much and was extremely indulgent on weekdays.
After all, the eldest son is already very promising, and the second son can just enjoy life.
Qin Wenyao looked at Qin Yu, his brows furrowed, "Okay, let's look at the topic. Although my father is not very good at poetry and poetry, I think you should be rich enough to comment on it."
Qin Yu nodded, and then walked around the hall in a pretentious manner, shaking his head and chanting, "The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house have blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise the color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe."
This poem fell into place.
Qin Zhang's eyes widened and she looked at Qin Yu in disbelief.
Qin Wenyao stood up in shock, looked at Qin Yu in amazement, and murmured: "Don't let anyone praise you for your beautiful color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe..."
He was so excited that he almost cried.
This poem, paired with his picture of plum blossoms, is a true portrayal of what he pursued in his life!
This is so appropriate!
Throughout his life, Qin Wenyao always strived to be the first remonstrator of the Wei Dynasty who offered loyalty and correct advice, was not afraid of life and death, did not flatter the secular world, and lived a pure life.
He really didn't expect that the person who understood him best was his second ancestor Qin Yu who only indulged in drinking and sex.
Qin Zhang looked at Qin Yu and said excitedly: "Son, you... you are really promising. This poem... was this poem really written by you?"
Qin Wenyao also reacted and asked seriously: "Son, no matter how bad you do in daily life, my father can forgive you."
"But this is really not a joke. What you said today about visiting a great scholar is true? Who wrote this poem?"
As the second generation ancestor of the Qin Palace, Qin Yu naturally studied, but he was not motivated and had no talent.
Qin Wenyao only invited the teacher and did not send him to the Imperial College.
But Qin Yu's poem really shocked him.
Without some literary talent, I would never be able to produce such a masterpiece.