Chapter one hundred and sixty second division of merit
"Confucian scholars in the world say that reading Wang Feng and knowing that the Zhou Dynasty is no longer prosperous is not the words of someone who is more profound than poetry!"
"This is the state of politics and religion at that time. Although it is cautious, etiquette and customs have not changed. Its gentlemen are righteous and benevolent, and its poor people are afraid of the law and are paralyzed. It is not too late to promote the Zhou Dynasty with Taoism!"
When ancient scholars read, they really read, not looked. Jian Qu's voice was sonorous, and there was a faint sound of metal and stone between the pauses. Of course, Su Ziji didn't care about this. He only heard a "buzz" sound and half a piece of rosewood.
It floated.
Su Ziji lowered his eyes and saw half a piece of red sandalwood: "Jian Qu is teaching you [Jian's Wall Chiseling Notes], do you want to learn it?"
Su Ziji responded: "Yes!"
As soon as I fainted, a bunch of information came in instantly, and a light cyan prompt appeared in my field of vision: "[Jane's Wall Chiseling Notes] has been learned, experience 3500..."
"[Four Books and Five Classics] Level 16 (10081/16000)"
Although he didn't have much experience, with the prompts and knowledge pouring in, Su Ziji's knowledge was combined in a new way and from a new angle.
"After I reached level 16, what I was afraid of was that I had no direction and a sense of no progress. Now that I am ingenious and open a cardinal, the most important thing is not the experience, but the acquisition of a new idea."
"I feel like there is no way to get promoted."
Jian Qu was a little disappointed at first, feeling that Su Ziji was a little careless, but once they discussed it, he felt that every word was spoken to him, as if they had been friends for more than ten years.
"I just realized today that the ancients said that a true friend is rare." Jian Qu hurriedly concealed his subtle expression, fearing that he would lose the sense of connection if he said too much, and smiled: "Come, let's have a drink."
Su Ziji put the collection aside, sat down again, and drank and ate with Jian Qu.
After pushing cups and changing cups several times, Su Ziji found an opportunity, pretended not to notice that Jian Qu had something on his mind, and congratulated Jian Qu: "Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated Brother Jian yet. For such a great victory, the commander-in-chief will definitely be granted the title of Marquis."
, even if you are Brother Jian, you are an aide to the commander-in-chief, and you may be able to obtain an official position due to your merits and become a county magistrate. This is a great thing. I give you a toast, little brother!"
Jian Qu's mood was complicated. After hearing this, he shook his head and sighed: "That may not be the case."
It is true that the commander-in-chief made such a great contribution, so of course he can be granted a title of marquis. But the problem is that this plan was the work of two imperial envoys. No matter how you look at it, these two are also the main contributors.
Without this decision-making merit, even if the commander-in-chief was active in attacking the enemy, it can only be said that there were no mistakes. It was a small achievement but not outstanding.
"Brother Jian is saying that the commander-in-chief may not be a marquis?" Su Ziji pretended not to understand. He smiled and poured Jian Qu another glass of wine and said, "How could it be possible? With such a great victory, the court will definitely reward the commander-in-chief."<
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"Are you going to say that this credit will not fall on the commander-in-chief and generals, but on the imperial envoy?"
Su Ziji shook his head and smiled: "But even people who don't know much about military affairs will still wonder, how can the Master who sits high in the court and the Eunuch Zhao who lives deep in the palace know how to fight?"
"All this must be the credit of the commander-in-chief. No one will deny this. And for such great achievements in pacification, it is certain that he will be granted the title of Duke or a little less, and he will be granted the title of Marquis."
"When the time comes, how can there be no future for following the handsome Brother Jian?"
Jian Qu smiled bitterly after hearing this.
As a person who knows the inside story, he is really in trouble now because he cannot tell the truth, because such unparalleled achievements are indeed the main work of the two imperial envoys.
The assisting marshals and generals may not be in vain, but being granted the title of Marquis is just a pipe dream. They may be promoted to the first or second level, and given some gold and silver, so that they don't have to worry about the previous things, and that's it.
He picked up the wine glass and took a deep sip, feeling more and more depressed.
The two imperial envoys posed a big problem for themselves and the commander-in-chief.
As the commander-in-chief of an army, the enemy has not been conquered for two years. Now, as soon as the imperial envoy arrives, the enemy's chieftain is so quickly reduced. This is not a credit. It is good if he is not laughed at.
The people he followed were unable to get ahead, and they were far away from the mountains in the southwest. What future could he have as a staff member?
The bitterness in my heart is almost mixed with the spicy wine.
But I heard Su Ziji say: "Is it possible that Brother Jian is afraid that the higher-ups will not allow you to be an official? You don't have to worry about that. You are an official, and you are already qualified to be an official. This great battle, such a great achievement, should not be done by the great general."
Shuai wrote a good news and submitted it?"
"As long as the commander-in-chief tilts his pen a little and mentions you, even if it is just a small logistical contribution, your future will be bright. Maybe you can really become a prefect. This is an official position that many Jinshi have spent many years to get!" "Now that you have it at your fingertips, isn't it worth revealing it?"
"This..." Although Jian Qu let Su Ziji pour him another glass of wine and drank from it, he felt depressed and couldn't say the bitter smile.
Can we tell outsiders that this great achievement does not belong to the Marshal at all?
I drank a glass, and my face turned red. Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration. The glass I raised stopped in mid-air. My heart felt as if someone had hit me hard with a hammer, and suddenly I thought of a loophole. p>
"Although Su Ziji just said it unintentionally, it can also be applied to the commander-in-chief!"
Jian Qu suddenly had this idea.
"Of course the contributions of the two imperial envoys cannot be obliterated, nor can they be obliterated, but as long as they are slightly tilted down and highlighted, the commander may be able to become a prince and a marquis, and he himself is indispensable for a county magistrate."
Magistrate sounds exciting, but Jian Qu doesn't have much hope, but magistrate is indeed within easy reach, all he needs to do is use a little means...
"Presumably, the imperial court will not pursue the details during such a great victory. Besides, there is no evidence, so who can prove that what the commander-in-chief said is not true?"
"Even if the commander doesn't confuse right and wrong, there are still many places to make fuss about the text!" The more I think about it, the more feasible it becomes. I was already extremely disappointed, but now I suddenly have hope again.
"Brother Su Xian, I suddenly remembered that there is one more thing that I haven't dealt with. It's confidential. I'm afraid that the commander will ask questions later. I have to go back immediately and take care of it before I feel at ease. How about I continue drinking with you another day?"
Now that he had such an idea, Jian Qu naturally didn't want to delay for a moment. He suddenly stood up and saluted Su Ziji.
On the surface, this was an apology, hoping that Su Ziji would understand him and leave temporarily. In fact, he was thanking the other party for his unintentional words and reminding him.
Su Ziji secretly said calmly, and it was not in vain that he opened up his literary mind and finally made this man understand what he wanted to convey.
Su Ziji pretended not to understand, was startled for a moment, and hurriedly supported Jian Qu: "Brother Jian, why do you and I have such a relationship? If you have something to do, just go back quickly and we can meet again another day!"
"Thank you for your understanding, Brother Su Xian. Let's meet again another day!" Jian Qu didn't delay, cupped his hand at him, and walked out quickly.
Su Ziji stood there, listening to how many people were following him outside.