Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters Hedong is about to fight infighting
Shi Siming put his hands in his sleeves, looking like a shrewd and sophisticated businessman. He stared into Xu Bin's eyes with a smile and asked: "Ms. Xu, can't you represent your lord? Then what are you doing here, but it doesn't matter, I
If you can afford to wait, you can go back and ask him to see if he can accept this deal?"
After Xu Bin thought attentively, he suddenly smiled and said: "Since I have come to the emperor's three acres of land on behalf of my lord, I can naturally represent him, so we need to sign a covenant?"
"Okay, Xianggong Xu is indeed Li Siye's confidant. He really speaks happily. Whether it's writing a letter of alliance or setting up a platform to worship heaven and worship the blood as an alliance, we can agree that you will send 60,000 troops from Shangdang to attack Taiyuan, and we will send troops.
Thirty thousand, attack Yunzhou."
Shi Siming immediately called the officials, rolled out a scroll in the hall and wrote down the covenant. He wrote about the joint efforts of both parties, but did not write about the division of interests after victory. It seemed that they had forgotten the carving up of Hedong. Maybe Shi Siming didn't think about it at all.
In the future, he would definitely fall out and strive to maximize his interests. Xu Bin had no intention of writing it down, because he was confident that this thing would only limit Li Siye's ambitions and achievements.
After the two parties signed their names, Shi Siming took his emperor's seal and stamped it. Xu Bin took his seal ribbon with him and also held it with both hands and stamped it.
Shi Siming said with a satisfied smile: "Since the two parties have reached an agreement, I will host a banquet for you in Guangda Building. Don't let Li Siye say in the future that I did not entertain his people well."
Shi Siming still had a strong aura of martial arts, and even when he was greeted and sent off, he came casually. Xu Bin crossed his hands happily and said, "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful."
Anyway, the Lord's work on his behalf has almost been done, so he can send someone to send this news back in advance. Moreover, Shi Siming values face most, and rejecting his request is probably more serious than starting a war with him.
The Guangda Building is a banquet place in the Ziwei Palace in Luoyang. Its functionality and importance are equivalent to the Calyx Building in the Xingqing Palace. Shi Siming is sitting on the platform in the center of the balcony, behind him is a palace maid with a gold screen and a feather fan.
Because his court was still similar to a grass-roots team, and the rules were not as strict as those in the Tang Palace. Once these so-called ministers got drunk, they forgot that it was the emperor who was sitting above them. They walked back and forth in the hall holding wine cups and clinking glasses with each other.
Xu Bin had already been mentally prepared to get drunk. Whenever someone came to him, he would raise his wine cup to clink it with them and drink. Shi Siming watched from above, feeling more and more happy in his heart. He lowered his head to look at the pomegranates on the plate in front of him.
, holding a wine cup and reciting loudly: "In the red flowers of March and April, in the bottles of May and June, I made a knife to cut the yellow cell clothes, and there were six or seven thousand naked men and women."
After he finished reading this poem, many literati and military generals sitting below clapped their hands and praised: "Your Majesty's poems are neatly contrasted and concise. They may seem vulgar when you read them, but after you finish them, when you think about them in your mouth, there is something that makes you feel...
The simple beauty of timelessness is as great as this."
After this person finished praising him, everyone agreed with him and naturally no one dared to have a different opinion.
These words disgusted Xu Bin, but he had no choice but to nod his head. But Shi Siming still insisted on asking this highly educated scholar: "Ms. Xu, you are considered to be very talented. Please give me a taste."
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Asking Xu Bin to comment on his poems in public is equivalent to putting a piece of shit in front of him, and asking him to analyze the color and taste of the shit. Isn't this just deliberately disgusting him?
Xu Bin squeezed out a smile and said: "The emperor's poems create a kind of originality, which is closer to the essence of poetry. This is poetry that belongs to this era. It is far closer to poetry than those piled up rhetoric, and it also has more flavor and harmony.
Spirituality.”
Shi Siming laughed proudly: "I didn't expect Mr. Xu to be very good at flattering. No wonder Li Siye trusts you so much."
Xu Bin held up the wine cup and covered it in front of his face, hiding the expression on his face and said: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."
"Hahaha." Shi Siming and everyone laughed a few times.
After the banquet ended, Xu Bin quickly expressed his resignation to Shi Siming and returned to the hotel in Luoyang.
The night wind was blowing and the lanterns were coming on. Shi Siming, his confidants Xue Song, Zhang Zhizhong and others stood on the balcony. They looked at Xu Bin's walking footsteps and snorted a few times: "I thought Li Siye's men were all upright and upright talents. I think this person
He is quite capable of flattery. But Xu Bin’s character cannot be judged by just a few words of flattery.”
Xu Bin left for Chang'an the next day, and his letter to Li Siye had been sent to the capital one day in advance.
Li Siye did not live in Xingqing Palace for a long time. He ordered people to integrate the residences of An Lushan and Guo Ziyi in Qinrenfang and expand it into the residence of Prince Yong. He also gave his close advisers and meritorious old generals to live nearby.
It was more convenient for them to control the court. For a long time to come, Qinrenfang became the core of power in the Tang Dynasty.
Xu Bin's letter was delivered to Li Siye's desk in Prince Yong's Mansion. He tore open the letter and nodded. It was almost as he expected. Although he was not satisfied with it, it was an inevitable result and within his control.
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I just don't know how things are going with Yan Zhuang. He has been away for a few days. Even if the negotiation is not successful, he should send the letter back.
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Yan Zhuang lived in an earthen cave dwelling in a small village near Taiyuan. His entourage all dressed up as business travelers and lived in seclusion every day. Although it seemed abnormal, in this era of war and chaos, the behavior of people in the world became immeasurable.
Measurement.
Two men wearing raincoats slipped out of Taiyuan City early in the morning and came to the cave dwelling in Yanzhuang's village.
"Alang, I got a lot of news in the city. Deng Jingshan was the governor of Hedong. As an official, he was really simple and strict with his family. Like the soldiers, their family only ate moldy rice from the granary. When the family entertained distinguished guests,
They only eat pork and fish, but they don’t even want to take out the mutton.”
"When he first took office, the soldiers in Hedong secretly hid a lot of grain in the granary, and they were worried that Deng Jingshan, the new official, would recover the grain when he took office. Deng Jingshan lived up to their expectations and recovered grain from many soldiers and generals.
They were also punished with rods and imprisoned for hard work depending on the severity of the case, and the generals were filled with resentment."
"He also distributed all the rotten grain in the warehouse to the soldiers. How could the soldiers bear to eat this? They secretly expressed their dissatisfaction. However, this only offended the lower-level soldiers. Lieutenant General Zhang Guangtao was sentenced to death for committing dereliction of duty. Deng
Jingshan enforced the law impartially and refused to be lenient. Zhang Guangtao quickly asked someone to ask for a favor and was willing to donate money to forgive him, but Deng Jingshan refused to let go. Finally, Zhang Guangtao's brother offered to exchange the BMW collected at home, and Deng Jingshan finally agreed to forgive him.
The general's sin. When the generals heard about this incident, they were furious and said: 'Are our lives worse than a horse?'"
When Yan Zhuang heard about this, he jumped up from the kang regardless of the wounds on his body, and said loudly and happily: "As expected in Deng Jingshan, if the water is clear, there will be no fish. This is a good opportunity for us to make meritorious deeds. I will write a letter to the Lord first."
, report the feasibility of this matter to him. I believe that the Lord will strongly support it. You only need to pay a small sum of money to exchange for a land thousands of miles east of the river and tens of thousands of troops. It is really the most worthwhile deal."
His movements affected the wound, and he was sweating in pain. He was quickly stopped by his followers. He waved his hands and said, "Don't worry about me. I'll get you a pen and an inkstone. I want..."
Yan Zhuang threw the ink tube in his hand to the ground, as if he had just carried a mountain on his back. He was so tired that he lay on the kang and said to one of his attendants: "Hurry up and take the letter back to Chang'an and send it to Prince Yong's Mansion."
He then ordered two of his confidants: "When we came here, we brought some gold and pepper to give to Deng Jingshan, but this old boy doesn't know how to show appreciation. Take this gold pepper and give it to the deputy general Zhang Guangtao, but don't explain what you mean.
He just asked sideways which generals in the Hedong Army had prestige and who were dissatisfied with Deng Jingshan. After asking all these questions clearly, the lord will soon send people to send more gold spices, which can induce these people to rebel.