The window becomes brighter when the lamp is blown, the moon shines on the snow all day long, the cold wind in winter is biting, and the human heart floats like water.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, after months of absence, when the new commander Lu Hanjiang returned to the capital, he was like a big hand, smoothing all the turbulence on the great river in the capital.
It seems that everything has returned to tranquility, and is as heavy as death. There are relatively few visible needles, but the invisible undercurrent is stirring crazily under this calmness.
Late at night, the lights were brightly lit in the study room of the Yang family. Yang Xuan, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, sat in front of the bookcase like a statue, thinking sadly for a long time. Finally, he called the servant outside the door and ordered: "Go and call the young master."
The servants left in response, and not long after, the sleepy Yang Zhiyuan, the young master of the Yang family, walked into the study. He yawned and complained: "Dad, do you always know what time it is? If there is anything you can't do tomorrow,
explain?"
Yang Xuan, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, is already in his early fifties this year, with sparse white hair on the sideburns. Yang Zhiyuan is his oldest son, not only his legitimate son but also his only son. He is usually spoiled to the extreme, which is why he develops such an unpredictable temperament.
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"Stand still, my father has something to ask you." Yang Xuan changed his usual conniving attitude and said with a rare serious face.
Yang Zhiyuan has been doted on by his parents and grandparents at home, and he is no longer afraid of his father. He is not angry at this moment. He casually sat down to the side, half-opened his sleepy eyes, and picked up the empty tea cup.
He muttered: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly!"
Yang Xuan's eyes widened, but he found that he could no longer scare his son. Years of doting on him had made his father's majesty disappear, so he had no choice but to soften his attitude. He sighed and said: "Son, our family is about to be in trouble.
Do you know?"
These words made Yang Zhiyuan jump out of his chair. He rubbed his eyes and said in shock: "Dad, you are not going to rebel, are you?!"
"fart!"
Yang Xuan stood up as soon as he slapped the table and cursed: "You, me and I are loyal and patriotic, and the sun and the moon can show us, and the heaven and the earth can be a lesson! Now the country is peaceful and the people are living and working in peace and contentment, what kind of rebellion do I want to do!"
"Oh, all right......"
Yang Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, then sat back lazily and said impatiently: "Dad, since you don't rebel, our family has Jin Yiwei as its back, so what big trouble can there be?"
"The trouble lies with this Jin Yiwei."
Yang Xuanchang sighed for a while, and said: "Mr. Meng has now been promoted to Taifu. He seems to have a respected position, but in fact he has no real power. Moreover, Mr. Meng's whereabouts are still unknown. He visited the Meng Mansion several times as his father, but he was not allowed to enter.
ah......"
Yang Zhiyuan disagreed: "So what, even though Mr. Meng is gone, isn't there still Mr. Lu?"
"You...sigh," Yang Xuan sighed again and shook his head, "This Mr. Lu is different from Mr. Meng, and he is too different..."
Lu Hanjiang and Meng Yuan are indeed different. When Mr. Meng came to power, he clearly controlled every position in the court. Those who were willing to mix with me were promoted to higher positions and promoted vigorously, and those who were not willing to follow me were not willing to follow me.
Yes, then suppress it hard.
The most important thing is that the old emperor, who had not gone to court for many years and was hiding in the harem to cultivate immortality, made it clear that he supported Meng Yuan. Even the three major factories in the inner palace turned to the old man at this moment.
Therefore, the old man was able to quickly seize the initiative in the court. At that time, apart from old master Luo and other die-hards who were unwilling to join in the conspiracy, only Wen Kongheng, who commanded the imperial army, could compete with him, but that was all.
When the old man was in power, he was truly one person inferior to ten thousand people. Even if the opposition force was not small, it could not shake his foundation. He could only earn some face by fighting with words.
But now that Lu Hanjiang has come to power, he has changed the old man's tough friend-or-enemy policy, and instead adopted a series of indescribable policies. In the vernacular, it can be said in two words: bad.
Commander Lu still welcomes those who are willing to continue to join the Jin Yiwei. Those who are not willing to follow around, Commander Lu is too lazy to take care of them. In short, he just likes to have fun and not play.
He did not take the initiative, refused, and was irresponsible. Since Commander Lu took over, the influence of Jin Yiwei in the court has been weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After all, the influence of a political party is not achieved by words, but by doing things, by pulling one faction to defeat another faction. This is how they compete for the right to speak in the court.
When possible, Meng Yuan commanded the officials under his command to target the other side with a clear-cut stand. They won the victory to everyone's delight, defeated the Jin Yiwei pocket, and basically became invincible.
Now that Lu Hanjiang is happy to have dismissed the shopkeeper, leaving a bunch of ministers confused in the court, Jin Yiwei's withdrawal is completely unreasonable.
At first, everyone was worried that they were playing hard to get, but after several scoldings in the court caused red eyes, everyone ignored it. Regardless of whether Jin Yiwei was holding back his evil, they killed one by one first.
After several commotions, Mr. Luo finally felt elated, while the officials of the Jinyiwei faction were panicked.
Yang Xuan was a person who had taken a clear stand and pledged his allegiance to Meng Yuan, but now that Jinyiwei had changed its leader and seemed to be declining, he began to feel guilty.
Ever since, Yang Xuan spent a lot of time telling his son what he was worried about.
After Yang Zhiyuan listened, he waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Father, you are absolutely wrong!"
"How dare you talk to me!" Yang Xuan cursed angrily at first, then calmed down and snorted coldly: "Huh, you have such a loud tone, tell me, what's wrong with you as a father?"
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Yang Xuan stood up, cleared his throat, and said sternly: "Didn't you hear about the old story of King Zhui of Huayi? As the saying goes, a loyal minister will not serve two kings, and a virgin will not change her husband. Yesterday, the Jinyi Guards were powerful, and my Yang family relies on them. Today,
When it declined, we, the Yang family, abandoned it. Aren’t you afraid that in the future, the world would call my Yang family the Chao Qin Mu Chu, and laugh at us as slaves with three surnames?”
"Bastard, is this how Master teaches you to cite scriptures?" Yang Xuan frowned: "Jinyiwei is the emperor's family dog, and he should not have reached out to the court. One day, as a father, he succumbed to the power of the party and the party attached to him. Now he is looking back.
Abandon darkness and embrace light!”
However, Yang Zhiyuan knelt down and urged: "Dad, what is the affiliation of the party? The Jinyiwei are the emperor's personal soldiers. What Mr. Lu says is the emperor's will, and what Mr. Lu does is the emperor's order. Our family is attached to the Jinyiwei.
, this is showing allegiance to His Majesty!"
Yang Xuan was dumbfounded by what he said, only to hear Yang Zhiyuan continue to speak sincerely: "Dad, Jin Yiwei and His Majesty are the same party, Mr. Lu is the most loyal minister in history, and those so-called Qingliu who arbitrarily exercise power in the court are all traitors and traitors.
, you can’t pursue a false reputation while getting into real trouble!”
Yang Xuan stared at his son with wide eyes, and sighed after a long time: "My son has deeply understood the essence of thick black, and he is not as good as a father."
"..." Yang Zhiyuan's face fell. Can he still want such a bad father? Can anyone bury his own son like this?
After Yang Xuan sat down, he said in a deep voice: "Please step aside and let me think about it carefully."
"My son resigned."
Yang Zhiyuan bowed and stepped back. He raised his head after leaving the study. There was a bright moon hanging high in the night sky. He seemed to be deep in thought. He looked back at the figures pacing back and forth in the study and couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, a cold wind blew. In the cold winter, this evil wind was extremely freezing. He quickly shrank his neck and walked towards his house with small steps.