Order is an airtight wall. When the desire of the upper bricks is too heavy, the lower bricks will either bear the heavy pressure or be crushed by the heavy pressure, or the wall will tilt to shake off the upper bricks. In the end, the wall will become a ruin.
The saint is at the top, the nobles are below him, the officials are connected, and the people are silently supporting.
When the use of rights harms the interests of any party, it will suffer the greatest possible counterattack.
There are nine temples and five prisons in the court, and the three provinces and six ministries check and balance each other, but the military has never achieved balance. From the founding of Daqian until now, the Conglong Army who surrendered to Qian Taizu has become the strongest supporter of the Daqian royal family. and a constraint on imperial power.
From its birth, war has been a means of dividing interests and establishing order. War can be used to expand externally, or it can be used to purge domestically.
Da Qian has been fighting for hundreds of years, but the Conglong Army did not disband. In order to check and balance the Qi Imperial Army, it was divided into two. The army that fought against Jiuhu became the Sixteenth Guards of Nanya and the Anbei Army.
The northern and southern yamen were in charge of the Ziwei center, and the Anbei line faced off against the Anxi line of the Great Qi Forbidden Army.
The founding of the country at that time was undoubtedly a reshuffle of Da Qi. The Guanlong clan changed from the Dragon Army to the Guanlong Xungui, controlling the Anbei line and the Nanya Sixteen Guards. The power of the Shandong clan controlled the Antong clan. The power of the southern gentry became the Annan line.
As the master of Daqian, the ancestral land soldiers at the time of the army became the Sixth Army of Beiya and the Lingwei.
The six government palaces are the final product of the morbid balance of the military.
After a hundred years of war, the Guanlong clan was not weakened as the previous Daqian emperors had hoped, but instead became monolithic.
There are two million military households in Daqian, of which Anbei lineage accounts for 50%, million military households, Shandong nobles account for 15%, 300,000 military households, southern nobles account for 10%, 200,000 military households, and descendants of Daqi account for 10%. Twenty percent, 400,000 military households, only 15% belonging to the royal family, 300,000 military households, plus the 200,000 households in Qianzhou ancestral land, only 500,000 military households.
The army is the embodiment of the ultimate strength of the major forces. After a hundred years of war, the forces from the other four parties have made the Guanlong Clan's voice in the Sixteenth Guards of Nanya smaller. This is the result of the Guanlong Clan's initiative to make concessions.
But when the sage Zhao Yumin joined the Guanlong Clan's army in Anxi, the Guanlong Clan's bottom line was touched.
Su Ce was born in the south and was once a chess piece of the sage Zhao Yumin. However, Su Ce's chess piece was separated from the sage's chessboard from the beginning. When the old coach Li Sizhe accepted Su Ce as his disciple, the sage Zhao Yumin had no control over Su Ce. it's over.
The Guanlong Clan has never been xenophobic, so its power has grown bigger and bigger. As long as the generals' children and powerful generals in the army have to prove their abilities, the Guanlong Clan will never be jealous. Instead, they will give them the opportunity to develop and eventually become a member of the Guanlong Clan. .
Su Ce's counterattack against the saint was fierce, but the counterattack from Guan Long Xungui was even more deadly.
It is not impossible for the saint to change his commander, but Guan Longxungui can make it impossible for the prince to return to the south.
What Guan Longxun wants is to build a government palace in one battle and maintain the Anbei line. This is the bottom line.
Now that Anbei has made a move, I don't know how the saint will respond.
Chang'an is still prosperous, but a large number of soldiers from Zhechong Mansion on Guannei Road and Longyou Road have returned to build their own houses. The arsenal of Zhechong Mansion has been opened, and the old and new soldiers are equipped with armors, swords, guns and crossbows. Everything is waiting for the sage Zhao Yumin to give an explanation.
On the morning of February 17, Su Ce worked as a groom, driving the coach Li Sizhe to the palace. It was not until the evening that the coach Li Sizhe came out of the palace.
"Dong Xiang of Anding County guarded the border for his meritorious service, and was granted the title of Duke of Chu. He was granted the title of Duke of Chu, with a settlement of 3,000 households, and a total of 800 households were granted the title. Professor Li Sizhe, Duke of Dingbei County, made meritorious service in military strategy, and was granted the title of Duke of Anding, with a settlement of 1,800 households.
Six hundred households were sealed, Bo Li of Jingyang County fought against Zuo Wu, seven hundred households were granted food, and two hundred households were actually sealed." This is the explanation given by the sage Zhao Yumin.
"Huh!" Hearing this, Su Ce breathed a long sigh of relief, "Teacher, come back to my house?"
"Go back to your house!" He helped the old coach Li Sizhe into the carriage and drove back to his house.
Su Ce and the old coach returned to the Su Mansion and went to the study. The old coach Li Sizhe finally showed a smile on his face, but his expression turned serious in an instant.
"Su Ce, at your age, I was only a captain in the army. Your intelligence is not inferior to your bravery. The saint is the king, and we are the ministers. Today the ministers are greater than the army, and tomorrow the king will have the wrath of the emperor. In the future, I
When the Anbei lineage is about to turn its tail between its legs and become a human being. The prince given by the saint can protect the elders and the younger ones, but I am the only one who can't do it. It will give you an advantage!"
Su Ce nodded. The so-called thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the saint. The general trend is that the saint takes a step back. Only when the fist is withdrawn can it be powerful when punched out. Su Ce naturally understands these truths, and someone must let the saint vent his anger.
"Teacher, how about staying in Pingkangfang?" Su Ce understood the old commander's choice. Compared with the unfounded reasons, Fengliu's name might be better.
From the three years of non-campaign to now that the dust has settled, the chess player beside this game has never been the old Duke of Chu, Xiang Yue, who faked his death, nor is he the future Duke of Chu, Xiang Yue, who is far away in the Anbei Protectorate, nor is he the one who stayed in the city.
Bosu Ce of Jingyang County, Chang'an, was led by the old marshal Li Sizhe and the sage Zhao Yumin from beginning to end.
A general plans the outcome of a single battle, and an army leader plans the rise and fall of a century.
The last move of the old chess piece has not yet been made. Su Ce does not want to die a good death. It is better to be a romantic than to lose his life.
"You make the decision in the future!" The old handsome man's words had three key points.
The next day, the old commander went to Pingkangfang and received the imperial edict of the sage Zhao Yumin from the arms of the geisha in Pingkangfang.
The next day, the official impeached Li Sizhe for his misconduct and disrespect for the saint. The saint was extremely angry in the court and cursed loudly. The historian recorded: "On February 18, the 16th year of Longsheng, Li Sizhe, the Duke of Dingbei County, received him in Pingkangfang.
According to the sage's decree, all the officials were impeached the next day, and the sage angrily rebuked him and demoted him to a commoner."
This game finally ended in the early 16th year of Longsheng.
To say who has made the biggest sacrifice, it is undoubtedly the old coach Li Sizhe. Not only may he ruin the achievements he has made in his life, but he may also trample his life's reputation under his feet.
But this is the responsibility you need to bear as a military leader, and it is also the price you must bear.
The last lesson of the old commander was to use himself as a chess piece, and taught Su Ce what it means to use one's body as a chess piece. The military leader uses the noble general as a chess piece, and the military leader can also use himself as an abandoned piece.
As a result of this game, the plaque of the Chu Duke's Mansion returned to its place, and the Anbei people rebuilt their own Duke's Mansion without any military exploits.
Although the saint did not achieve the purpose of weakening the Anbei line, the prince could personally conquer and make military exploits before succeeding to the throne. The battle to destroy Hu could stabilize the prince's future imperial power.
In order to provide food and grass for this battle, the Anbei lineage even needed to send troops from the three passes to deter the Rus Kingdom from rescuing the Jiuhu, and even went to the battlefield to destroy the Jiuhu.
The old commander Li Sizhe has dishonored himself and thrown away all his achievements, and plans to live in seclusion in Nanshan from now on. It is better to say that it is seclusion than self-imprisonment in Nanshan.
The old coach used Su Ce's name at the end of the game. Su Ce's prestige in Anbei is no longer weaker than that of the old coach Li Sizhe. The old coach has a nickname, Anbei Silver Fox. And Su Ce's age Qing, got the name of an Anbei young fox.
The other five military leaders of Da Gan also have their own nicknames.
Anxi Blood Tiger Liu Kun, Anton Canglang Zhou Li, Annan Wild Leopard Diao Wenyu, Beiya Golden Dragon Zhao Huayu, Nanya Young Lin Yuan Ping.
The era of silver fox Li Sizhe is over, and the era of young fox Su Ce has just begun.
The third prince Zhao Zaibiao came to the Su Mansion and picked up the old commander Li Sizhe. On behalf of the royal family, he sent the old commander to Nanshan to live in seclusion. Su Ce put the old commander into the carriage with a fake smile on his face and clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves. , the nails pierced the palms of the hands, and the palms of the hands hurt, but they couldn't hurt Su Ce's heart.
The old commander Li Sizhe devoted his whole life to the Northern Army, but in the end he only ended up living in seclusion in Nanshan. Is it heartbreaking?
Compared with the safety of one person or the safety of a family, it seems more important to have millions of military families on our shoulders.
The third prince, Zhao Zaibiao, was driving, surrounded by knights in peony robes. The old commander, Li Sizhe, left Chang'an quietly.
Outside the Su Mansion were full of distinguished generals from the Anbei line who were bidding farewell. The hilltop of Nanshan Mountain where the old general Li Sizhe lived in seclusion was chosen by the old general himself. The location is very remote, with a small bamboo forest on the mountain and a small bridge over a stream at the foot of the mountain.
Su Ce had asked the old commander before where his hometown was, and did he need to help take care of it? The old commander did not answer, but said that everything was arranged. The old commander's children and grandchildren had not shown up for a long time. Su Ce knew through the Detective Cavalry Sword Department that they had moved. After that, he lived in a remote village in Longyou Road.
Isn't this the best ending?
It seems that the old Duke of Chu and the old Duke of Qi were in Nanshan.
This seems to have become a habit.
The banished immortals live on the Nanshan Mountain, and the civil and military generals hide in the green mountains.
Living in seclusion in Nanshan, ha!
Wei Jiuhua, the historian of Daqian, put down the carving knife in his hand and rubbed his sore waist from sitting for a long time. On the table was a pile of bamboo slips woven with bamboo sticks. Wei Jiuhua tied the bamboo slips with a blue ribbon and tied them tightly in a wooden box aside. In the middle, smear the edges with heated fire paint, cover the lid, stamp it with your seal, and seal it with bamboo slips for the purpose of compiling history books.
Leave your name in history, half truth and half falsehood, history never distinguishes between true and false, false is also true and sometimes true is also false, so many people and things are hidden in the years.
Wei Jiuhua carefully placed the wooden box on the wooden shelf of the library, locked the door of the library, twisted his sore waist, and when he saw the man who had been waiting for a long time, he handed the key to the library to the man. The man who took the key followed Wei Jiuhua for a year, and he would inherit Wei Jiuhua's future carving knives.
From the time of Duke Taishi, the chief historian had no descendants.
The lonely Wei Jiuhua didn't know what he could do after relinquishing his duties. Since he took over the key from his last clan uncle when he was thirty-two years old, he has been living in the palace, busy until late at night every day, accompanying him. The only things left were dried bamboo slips and sharp carving knives.
The Minister of Rites who was waiting outside the library came up to him: "Master Wei, where do you want to go after leaving the palace?"
Wei Jiuhua shook his head blankly and said: "I have been the chief historian since the early years of Longsheng, and I have never stepped out of this courtyard. I want to go home and see my parents, brothers and sisters."
The Minister of Rites shook his head and said: "I'd better send you to Nanshan! The scenery there is beautiful, and there are old friends to accompany you. I heard that the peach blossoms are about to bloom, so it must be beautiful!"
Wei Jiuhua's face showed a trace of sadness, but he replied fleetingly: "You are right. If I go back now, I will probably scare my parents, brothers and sisters. I have been carving bamboo strategies for fifteen years, and there is no name for me in the history books. That's fine. , that’s fine too!”
The Minister of Rites stood up straight, saluted, and shouted: "With the history of history, all things recorded, and great contributions to the world, Duke Wei is so righteous! The carriage is ready. I am honored to ride with Duke Wei and see the prosperous Chang'an in one day! Please!"
Wei Jiuhua smiled loudly, hummed a song that had been popular in Chang'an for fifteen years, walked out of the courtyard with square steps, and boarded the carriage.
He knew that his mission in this life had been completed. During the past fifteen years, everything that happened in the Daqian Court was written down by his pen.
He is the historian, Wei Jiuhua, whose ancestral home is Hangzhou. He is a scholar who rescued a drowning girl in the river fifteen years ago. Maybe Wannian County Chronicle will record a sentence: In the early years of the prosperous period, the unknown scholar rescued someone who disappeared. The search failed, and he was rescued. The person set up a stele and carved inscriptions as a record.