Late at night, outside Yongding Gate, the Prime Minister's Residence.

A black "Wang Hu" sedan slowly drove into the backyard of the official residence. Before the car could stop, several black-clad guards ran forward and turned their backs to the body of the car.

One of the guards quickly opened the car door and saw a thin figure holding the marshal's scepter getting off the car slightly slow. After standing still, he coughed several times. Then, with the close companion of the guards, he walked heavily to the main building of the official residence.

"Your Excellency, Marshal Liang has arrived."

In a Chinese-style lacquer-decorated reception room in the building, Yang Zhengjin, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs raised, heard the guard's report and nodded expressionlessly: "Please come in."

The thick copper-clad oak door slowly opened and closed slowly. Yang Zhengjin then got up and smiled and stretched out his hand to the visitor: "Lao Liang, I haven't seen you for a long time, you have lost a lot of weight again."

Liang Tianhe, who had just been transferred from the commander of the Central Asian Front to the Army Minister of the National Defense Headquarters, also smiled bitterly and said, "I'm old and I'm not healthy anymore. Am I back to recuperate."

The two shook hands with a flash of water. While Yang Zhengjin greeted Liang Tianhe to take his seat, he complained with concern: "I told you to quit smoking a long time ago, but you didn't listen. How about it? Have you quit now?"

Liang Tianhe sat on the soft sofa and leaned his head on the back of the crocodile-skinned sofa: "If you quit, you won't be able to stop it anymore. I'm afraid you won't even see how this war ends."

Yang Zhengjin sat down opposite him, turned on the switch of the electric kettle, and fiddled with the tea set on the table.

"Just quit. Come and have some tea. You should be like me, drink more tea and smoke less. Not to mention this war, the victory of the next war may not be able to be witnessed with your own eyes... But I really didn't expect that you would go straight to me as soon as you got off the train. I guess you were in a hurry to ask me a problem?"

Liang Tianhe stood up straight and placed the marshal's scepter surrounded by golden dragon on the coffee table. He smiled bitterly and showed a few scoundrels: "How dare I ask the Prime Minister for the problem? It's just that I have been stationed in the border for a long time and don't understand many things about the Central Committee. Since I want to work in the Central Committee in the future, I naturally have to come to see the Prime Minister first in order to give me some advice."

Yang Zhengjin was brewing tea casually and complained with dissatisfaction: "You sip the Prime Minister at once, it's obvious that you don't treat me as a brother."

Liang Tianhe reached out and wiped his neck. He said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "After Captain Liu left, you, Yang Zhengjin, are the big brother of our military headquarters. Who dares not treat you as a brother? My surname is Liang, let him lose his life first."

Yang Zhengjin shook his head and smiled, "I'm not going to promote this now, I've changed my words to call the late emperor - sometimes I'm confused myself. Did I really come from the 21st century? Why do you say that you are the Lord, the emperor, you seem to be acting in a TV series, and you've never seen a script before."

"We transformed the world, and the world transformed us. This is an impromptu performance without scripts."

Liang Tianhe's eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be talking to himself until Yang Zhengjin pushed a cup of hot tea in front of him.

"Old Yang, I came here this time to figure out something. If I don't know, I can't sleep."

Yang Zhengjin faced Liang Tianhe's sharp gaze, obviously he had expected it.

"I know, you tell me."

Liang Tianhe reached out to get the teacup. Suddenly, he retracted his hand like an electric shock.

"It's a bit hot... Lao Yang, if you still think I'm a brother, please tell me clearly, what kind of deal did you make with that woman?"

Yang Zhengjin lowered his head and smiled, reaching out to test the temperature of the teacup.

"Trade? Are you talking about Liu Bailiang's comeback? This is what Your Majesty himself means. I just follow the trend...What are you doubting?"

Liang Tianhe held up the teacup in both hands, blew, took a sip, nodded and said, "Good tea--not so much about what transactions you made with Your Majesty, it is better to say that you are behind the scenes from beginning to end. You just borrowed Your Majesty's hand, cut off Liu Bailiang's idea of ​​snatching power, eradicating the largest mountain in the army, and firmly sat down as your elder brother."

"Then what?"

Yang Zhengjin sipped the tea and smiled very comfortably.

Liang Tianhe obviously took his time. He took half a cup of tea in one breath, then nodded with satisfaction, held his knees with both hands, and said seriously: "Since the August Incident last year, the political structure of the Xujun Republic before the war has rapidly collapsed, and the power deprived from the five elders has been concentrated in the palace's "Imperial Party". With the "contingent six-member group" in the group as the core, a new "sub-conspiracy" has been formed around His Majesty. Many old people in the group have also changed their minds and moved closer to the palace. If this continues, the Empress, who was originally supposed to be a vase, will sooner or later turn around and restore the system of supremacy of the monarchy in the era of the late emperor."

Yang Zhengjin tilted his head, seemingly disagreed: "It's not a bad thing to go back to the era of the late emperor."

"It's different. Captain Liu has the same heart as us, so that woman may not be the case."

After Liang Tianhe said that, he raised his head and swallowed the remaining half cup of tea. While adding tea to him, Yang Zhengjin cast an admiring look: "Old Liang, if you hadn't been pretending to be confused over the years, I would have brought you into the central government, and we would not have become what we are now."

Liang Tianhe breathed a long sigh and shook his head with a wry smile: "Don't mention the past. If you really want to join forces with me, you have to make it open and honest. I don't want to be grateful like Liu Bailiang when he is sold."

Yang Zhengjin smiled and said, "Old Liang, do you think you still need me to sell a fool like Liu Bailiang? He is asking for trouble and no one else's fault. You are a smart person, who can sell you?"

"I don't know this. If I were smart enough, I wouldn't have ended up with this disease after eating sand in the northwest for ten years."

Liang Tianhe spread his hands, suddenly leaned over and approached Yang Zhengjin, and lowered his voice: "Speak first, I'm not good at thinking recently. I may not remember anything when I leave this door. Lao Yang, you can say whatever you want. It's okay if I can remember it, but I'll forgive me if I can't remember..."

Yang Zhengjin frowned: "Lao Liang, you don't think you want to join forces."

"I don't know anything yet, so where did I get the joining forces?"

This time it was Liang Tianhe's turn to smile and feel comfortable.

"I think you don't have confidence in me."

Yang Zhengjin was a little helpless.

"I'm all here, but I still don't have confidence in you?"

Liang Tianhe continues to be rogue.

Yang Zhengjin crossed his hands and suddenly changed into a very philosophical expression.

"You know everything, you just don't have the courage to act. You look around, worry about gains and losses, and wait for others to push you. If the person who can push you has not appeared, you will blame others and be self-pity. However, once that person comes, you will shrink and hesitate. You are a smart person, but if you continue to look like this, no one can help you."

"You've been tired after taking the train for a few days. Let's go back and rest first. When will you think it through and come to find me? I'm the same as you, and I'm not good at it. I probably can't remember what you said tonight. I'll come to see me next time. If you need it, you have to say it again."

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ps: Yang Zhengjin crossed his hands and suddenly changed into a very philosophical expression.
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