Although it was January, the weather here seemed very warm, and the water in the pond was melting. The weather was also very warm, and it seemed that winter was about to pass.

The old man sat on a chair by the pond, but did not hold a fishing rod in his hand, but held a book and read it very seriously.

"Sir, the disciple is here." A man in his thirties walked slowly behind the old man, bowed to the old man, and said respectfully.

Gently put the book in his hand, the old man slowly turned his head and looked at the capable man in white. The old man nodded gently. He smiled slightly, and the old man said lightly: "Have you heard about the capital city?"

"Disciple knows a little bit." It seemed that he had guessed that the old man would ask this long ago. The man nodded slowly and replied in a deep voice.

"Well," the old man nodded and said expressionlessly: "We did not accomplish what happened last time. We thought we could let our master return to the court in one fell swoop and regain my position. Until now, we don't understand what was wrong and who was behind the scenes. If it was Sun Chengzong, our master did not know this person, nor did he know what kind of person he was. Just listening to the news from Beijing, many things are still uncertain." The old man sighed deeply, revealing a little helplessness in his tone.

"This book is nothing. The sir is too far from the capital. According to my disciples, it is better to go to the capital!" The man smiled softly, as if he did not take what the old man said to heart. In his opinion, his teacher did not need to enter the court, but could control the general trend of the world. This is the ultimate goal of life.

After looking at the man in white, the old man smiled softly and said slowly, "You! You know that you can't leave, but you have come here to say that. Although there seems to be no one paying attention to you here now, as soon as you move, you believe that your master will be transferred to the capital soon. Now many people in the capital should have guessed that it is a master, but no one can provide evidence yet." Suddenly, a trace of enlightenment flashed in the old man's eyes, he shook his head with a bitter smile, and said with a self-deprecating voice: "I'm old, I'm old, it's not good to work here." As he said that, the old man pointed to his head.

"Sir, the old horse is in the stable, and his ambition is thousands of miles away." The man in white respected the old man very much, and he did not pretend at all when he said these words.

"Hahaha" the old man smiled, looked at the man in white with satisfaction, and said in a deep voice: "You are all handsome men, and I can stay away from old age. If I were young, I should have guessed it long ago. It seems that you already know this. Why did you come to you for your teacher this time?"

"I guessed something. Since the sir cannot leave here, there must be someone in the capital. Then the disciple becomes the most suitable candidate." The man replied respectfully.

He nodded gently, and the old man said in a deep voice: "Yes! First, no one will pay attention to you because of his reputation. Second, you know your talents as a teacher, and there is nothing to worry about as a teacher."

"There are still many things to learn from the teacher." The man bowed to the old man and said in a deep voice.

Without answering the man's words, the old man said lightly: "You have the status of a juren. Next year is the year of the big exam. You happen to go to Beijing to take the exam. If you can do something in Liaodong, then try your best to fight. If you can't do it, then abandon it decisively. Although we have a lot of interests in Liaodong, those can be bribed with money. If you invest too much, it is not worth it. You have only one purpose in the capital, that is, to secretly find out who is doing the right thing with us. The main goal is Yang He, the censor of the Zuodu, and Sun Chengzong, the chief minister of the cabinet."

"Yes, sir, I understand." The man nodded slowly and replied in a deep voice. After pondering for a moment, the young man continued, "But sir, I think it's better to fight for the Liaodong matters. First, the senior brother is in Liaodong, and can find a future for the senior brother, and secondly, he can get some practical benefits and block those people's mouths."

"This time, my teacher was a bit hasty in the Liaodong incident, because of the last incident, my teacher was a little disregarded! The current situation in the court is very complicated, and the emperor's attitude is not clear, which is very troublesome. Xiong Tingbi is a general in the killing field. His popularity is not good, maybe it was his own intention." The old man sighed deeply. Are he really old?

The man was a little surprised and said in a dismay: "Why did he do this on purpose?"

After looking at the man, the old man looked up and said seriously: "What's wrong with you? The word "心文" given to you by the teacher is Zhishui (this character is played by Zhishui book friend), I hope you can keep your face unchanged in the sky and your heart is unchanged. This heart is like Shushui, but it is not enough to say it."

"Yes, sir, I am ashamed." The man seemed to have noticed his inappropriateness and said with some shame.

"The turmoil in the court for so many years, and anyone who leads troops outside is the target of being criticized. Xiong Tingbi has been in Liaodong for many years. This principle is not unaware of how Yang Hao died back then? Although Yang Hao was defeated, he was not guilty of death, but he was still killed. The Yang family is in Liaodong. Because of this, he was afraid of the court. This time he was wrong. The Yang family will be defeated by the court sooner or later. We cannot get too close to them. Xiong Tingbi offended those people may be a way to protect himself." The old man shook his head gently. The failure last time was not useless, at least his mentality has changed.

"With great wisdom and foolishness, Xiong Tingbi is also a smart person!" Zhishui nodded slowly and said in a deep voice.

The old man smiled softly and said with some sarcastic sarcasm: "Smart people may not live long. There are many people in this world who are smart but are mistaken by intelligence. Whether Xiong Tingbi's ideas can be realized depends on whether the emperor sitting on it is smart. If he can understand his painstaking efforts, the emperor will naturally protect him, and then his goal will be achieved. But what if that little emperor doesn't understand? Then those wrong things are the cause of his death. Xiong Tingbi is playing with fire." The old man said this and smiled coldly.

"Oh, why bother with this! If you are not careful, you will be doomed!" Zhishui shook his head, as if he did not agree with Xiong Tingbi's approach.

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, but did not speak. Under his own teachings, his disciple deeply felt his true teachings, but his true teachings in his later years. When he was young, he was full of ambitions, and he also cared for the world. Perhaps in Xiong Tingbi's opinion, if he could not meet a wise master and show his ambitions in his heart, it would be worse than death.

Xiong Tingbi is betting, but he has long since disappeared. What has changed himself? I'm afraid his disciple has never had this idea!

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