"Political problems are of course solved by political means."

"The prince returns to Beijing with the general trend, of course, to liquidate. This knife that had just cut off 600,000 Liao troops, and brought back if he does not kill the political enemy with a fierce knife to avoid all obstacles to his subsequent ascension to the throne and become emperor. What is the difference between it and the Jinyi Night Walk?"

"But there is a premise that the power of the East Palace is his basic board. On the premise that this basic board is unshakable, he can do more things. If he comes back, the power of the East Palace has been almost wiped out. Unless he directly transfers troops into the capital and forcibly control the capital with military control, his government orders will not be able to leave the East Palace. But once he does this, it means that the prince of the East Palace has taken the initiative to break the rules and the rules in the political arena have been destroyed. If he does not abide by the rules, no one will play with him. His government orders can't leave the East Palace, even if they can't leave the capital, what's the use?"

"The capital is the best place for the emperor, but the Great Qin does not mean the capital. The Great Qin is too big. The two capitals and thirteen provinces are all playing in this rule. He broke the rules and no one played with him. He can control the world alone."

After listening to it, Zhao Xuanji felt like listening to your words, just like listening to your words.

Simply put, nonsense.

But this is definitely not something that can be said directly.

Frowning slightly, Zhang Biwu said: "Everyone understands this principle, but..."

"But it is so difficult to remove the wings of the Eastern Palace, almost as difficult as climbing to the sky, right?"

Guan Zhongyi seemed to be able to see through what Zhang Biwu thought, and said.

Guan Zhongyi nodded.

Zhao Xuanji dreamed of cutting off the wings of the East Palace, but it was too difficult.

It was completely impossible when the prince was in the capital, so he could not even think about it.

It was almost impossible when the prince was not in the capital, but there was always a glimmer of hope, so Zhao Xuanji took action, and then Zhao Qinglan ruled behind the scenes.

Now Zhao Xuanji has completely given up and has shrunk at home all day long. He is thinking about what he has been thinking about. For a moment, he has a sense of tacit understanding and harmony with Zhao Qinglan who is in charge of the affairs of the country, which makes Zhang Biwu extremely despised.

"Some things depend on who does it, and it doesn't necessarily mean the question of the level of ability, but who is good at what he is good at and who is not good at what he is not good at."

Guan Zhongyi took the chopsticks and ordered a stewed old duck pot on the table, saying, "It's like a chef. The chefs in Beijing make ducks, which are usually made stews. When they arrive in Jinling, they are usually braised or chopped with more salt water, and rarely stew them as a tonic."

"The same ingredients, when it comes to different chefs, they are completely different dishes. Can you say that the chefs in Beijing are not as good as the chefs in Jinling? Or are the chefs in Jinling more stupid than the chefs in Beijing?"

"Neither one. Both have their own advantages and their own advantages. The main reason is that diners like it. If people in Beijing like to do this, the chefs in Beijing will practice the stewed craftsmanship. If they go to Jinling, no one will buy this craft."

"And just happen..."

With a chuckling, Guan Zhongyi said, "This dish is better, the chef from Jinling will make it."

Seeing that Zhang Biwu was about to speak, Guan Zhongyi said first: "Of course, I am responsible for the chef, you are responsible for the start and the delivery of dishes, and all you need to do is force the palace and force Zhao Qinglan to hand over the power to rule immediately."
Chapter completed!