Chapter 141 I want to watch the end of the Yuan Dynasty
Standing in front of Zhang Ximeng was a middle-aged scholar who was less than forty years old. He had a literary spirit, and he looked like he had read a lot of poems and books. Moreover, he was different from Zhou Huiniang who forced himself to do it. This man was as deep as the sea, and he was as profound as the sea.
Like abyss.
This feeling is indeed correct. This person participated in the revision of the Three Histories. He was Tuotuo's confidant and counselor, Gong Bosui!
Zhang Shicheng followed the agreement and sent him to Zhang Ximeng.
Gong Bosui just sneered and said with disdain: "Zhang Shicheng, a rat, has a divine sword and pearls and jade in his hand, but he gives it to others, and he will be captured by the red thieves in the long run!"
Red thief?
Are you talking about Zhu Yuanzhang?
You are quite discerning.
Li Wenzhong who was following Zhang Ximeng wanted to slap him. If you dare to scold my uncle, you are impatient to live!
Zhang Ximeng waved his hand and said, "We should be more polite when treating guests. We got this from Zhang Shicheng with great difficulty."
Li Wenzhong could only agree, but when Gong Bo heard this, he was very angry and snorted coldly, "Little thief, I have read the books of Confucius and Mencius since I was a child, compiled the Spring and Autumn Classics, and for the past twenty years, I have assisted the Holy Dynasty in clearing up the
Bahuang... unfortunately fell into the hands of thieves now. It was bad luck and destiny. But don't expect me to say anything. If you have the ability, kill me with one knife and fulfill my name of loyalty!"
Another loyal minister of the Yuan Dynasty!
Zhang Ximeng couldn't help laughing and said: "I heard that you have studied the history of the Song Dynasty, then why do you think the Song Dynasty was defeated?"
"This... naturally the destiny is not there and the dragon's energy is turning north, so why should we say more?"
Zhang Ximeng laughed loudly, "He is indeed a great talent, he can actually see where the dragon's aura is. I don't have that ability, I just know that Song Gaozong's gold medal summoned Yue Fei, and if he changed the commander before the battle, the overall situation would be unchangeable. After more than a hundred years, he was just hanging on.
...A country or a court, without right and wrong, will only go downhill. It will definitely be difficult to recover. Now that Tuotuo has been deposed, I just don’t know how long the Yuan Dynasty can last."
Zhang Ximeng asked with a smile, but when Gong Bosui heard these words, they were no less than thunderous and thunderous, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Yes, even a red thief can see what happened. Why did the court make mistakes?
Why should we depose the prime minister? Why not give him the opportunity to make contributions and eliminate the red thieves?
Why?
Even though some days had passed, Gong Bosui still couldn't accept it.
He felt that these were all nightmares. When he woke up from the dream, the Prime Minister would still be sitting in the Chinese army's tent, ordering hundreds of thousands of troops to wipe out the rebels and revive the Yuan Dynasty. Everything now was an illusion and did not exist...
But at this moment, Zhang Ximeng made it clear, and Gong Bosui could not deceive himself or others. Yuan Ting was indeed wrong, so wrong!
This mediocre imperial court has ruined its own livelihood!
I wonder if there are still such stupid people in the world?
Even if there were a bunch of pigs from top to bottom, they still wouldn't be able to do such a thing!
"Red Thief, don't have your wishful thinking. I am as determined as heart and will never do anything for you!"
Zhang Ximeng laughed and said: "What about Zhang Shicheng? If I didn't ask you to come here and Zhang Shicheng gave you an official position, would you be willing to work for him?"
Gong Bo was startled. He was indeed planning to serve Zhang Shicheng. The prime minister was plotted by a traitor in the court, so he naturally wanted to help the prime minister take revenge and be loyal to Zhang Shicheng. It was reasonable.
But his sincerity actually resulted in ruthless throwing of the ball.
Zhang Shicheng, a blind fool, actually gave himself to Zhu Jiajun. After all, he paid by mistake!
In this case, can we still seek refuge with Zhu Jiajun?
Apparently not!
Prime Minister Tuotuo once said that the Zhu family army eradicated the powerful and divided the land equally, but they were all a group of low-level and despicable people. They deceived heaven and betrayed their masters, killed good people, and robbed land. What they did made heaven angry and people resentful!
I would rather help Zhang Shicheng than be loyal to Zhu Jiajun!
Not even death!
"The matter has come to this, there is no use in talking anymore, just take action!" Gong Bo then closed his eyes and raised his head, looking generous and ready to kill.
Zhang Ximeng waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "No, after just a few words, I already know what you want. Don't worry, we won't kill people randomly here. I can arrange some good friends for you, just in time.
Let’s talk about our experiences together.”
Gong Bo was confused. What kind of friend?
How come he doesn't know?
"My heart is as solid as stone, and even money and women can't shake it. Don't have any delusions!"
Zhang Ximeng smiled and said: "What a dignified and upright person! Don't worry, we have neither money nor women here, only your colleagues. Do you know Xuexue, the Privy Councilor?"
Gong Bo was shocked, "What? He, he was captured by you?"
"Not only did he capture him, but he also used him to trick him into opening the city gate of Huai'an Mansion. Didn't you hear?"
Gong Bosui's face instantly turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and wished he could eat Xuexue.
"As a high official of the imperial court, he has received favor from the emperor, but he cannot repay the country with his death. If I see him, I will definitely kill him!"
Zhang Ximeng nodded, "What a great ambition. Then there is another person you want to kill too?"
"Who?" Gong Bo then asked in surprise.
"First of all, Timur, the younger brother of Prime Minister Tuotuo!"
"What?"
Gong Bosui was actually frightened. The reason is simple: no one should be alive, not even Tamerlane.
He is Tuotuo's younger brother, who once served as a censor and held a high position of authority.
If such a person falls into the enemy's hands, he can either kill him directly to boost the morale of the army, or keep him to negotiate terms.
But Zhu Jiajun's side was obviously not normal.
Outside Liuhe City, Timur was defeated first, but there was no news about him.
Tuotuo and others speculated that the most likely death was among the rebels. Even the body could not be found, so there was no news. Otherwise, why would the red thief not publicize it everywhere after killing such an important official?
But the result was such nonsense, the red thief really didn’t publicize it, nor did he kill him!
"Timur will not surrender first! You lied to me!"
If you are not dead and are still in the hands of the enemy, what else is it but surrender?
It’s really unbelievable that the prime minister, Hero I, would have such a useless younger brother!
Gong Bo then gritted his teeth, "I want to kill him even more!"
Zhang Ximeng said calmly: "You misunderstood. First of all, Timur did not surrender. After he was captured, he lost all hope and wanted to die. We arranged people here to persuade him to eat. Now that Tuotuo has been deposed, it is so big
I don't dare to tell him about it, for fear that he won't be able to bear it. If you are willing to help, persuade him and cheer him up, it will be a great help to us."
Gong Bosui frowned, he was indeed a little confused.
I can't understand at all, what are these red thieves planning?
"Everyone has his own master. I am an official and you are thieves. If you fall into the hands of thieves, just kill them. There is no need to use these methods! It's just a waste of effort!"
Zhang Ximeng shook his head, "Gong Bosui, this is your confusion. It is true that you have read a lot, but you have not really figured it out. The Yuan Dynasty had a vast territory and millions of soldiers, but it ended up where it is today. The ancients said that the Hulu did not have a century-old national destiny.
.It has indeed been less than a hundred years since the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, which seems to prove this statement. But how did such a powerful country fall? As a latecomer, you have to figure it out."
Zhang Ximeng smiled and said: "You have studied the history of the Song Dynasty and have read many books. You are indeed a rare talent. I have no intention of asking you to surrender, but don't you have anything to say? I don't want to leave some words and reflect on it.
This period of history? You, Timur, Xuexue, and, by the way, there was also a Zhiyuan Lao Zhang before. They are all here with us. The four of us gathered together to reflect on the past, sum up experiences and lessons, and talk about it together.
Talking about gains and losses is a beautiful thing!"
"you!"
Gong Bosui's face gradually turned the color of pig liver. It was so outrageous and he was so bullying!
Even though you were defeated and captured, you still have to reflect on your mistakes. You are too overbearing!
And from what I heard, these red thieves were so sure that they could dominate the world that they actually started to prepare for the revision of history. How arrogant and arrogant were they?
Gong Bosui suddenly sneered, "Okay, okay! I want to see when you, the rebellious officials and traitors, will bring about your own destruction!"
Zhang Ximeng smiled and nodded, not caring, and asked people to take Gong Bosui down, and then sent him to Chuzhou.
Throughout the whole process, Zhu Jiajun was kind and gentle and did not treat Gong Bosui badly.
The soldier responsible for guarding Gong Bosui was very young, less than twenty years old.
He sat on the shaft of the carriage, and when he was free, he held a pamphlet and muttered something. Gong Bosui didn't know what it was at first.
I heard that the red thieves are all from the White Lotus Sect and believe in the next life of Maitreya Buddha, which is probably just some random scriptures.
But two days later, Gong Bosui discovered something was wrong. It seemed that it was not a scripture, but a literacy booklet.
A red thief soldier is trying hard to read... He must be the son of a scholar!
In this case, how could he be willing to become a thief?
Maybe I can persuade him to abandon the secret and turn to the light. If he can help, maybe I can escape... Gong Bosui suddenly became energetic, and he took the initiative to strike up a conversation after dinner.
"Have you ever read a book, little friend? When did you become enlightened?"
The soldier's face turned red, "I don't know if it counts as reading. I have never been to a private school. Mr. Zhang made us read and write after we joined the army."
"Mr. Zhang?"
"Yes! It's Mr. Zhang who is next to the superior. He is very knowledgeable! He took the time to write these pamphlets." The soldier smiled and said: "This book has a total of one thousand words. As long as you read them all, you can write them out.
, I can promote hundreds of households, but unfortunately, I still have more than two hundred people who can’t write.”
Gong Bosui frowned, it was really evil!
Ever since he met Zhu Jiajun, he felt that something was wrong... Not to mention Zhang Ximeng's arrangements for him, just such a small soldier was confusing.
"You are in the army, just fighting. Do you need to be literate?"
"It comes in handy. We need to be able to write official documents and notices, and be able to understand the orders above. After conquering a new territory, we need to explain policies to the people. We even need to divide the land equally, collect taxes, and so on. There are so many things to do!
You have to know the characters."
The soldier paused, then plucked up the courage and said, "Sir, look at this word, what do you mean?"
Uncle Gong was upset, glanced at it, and said casually: "Nian Po, Xin Qiji has a poem. Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?"
The soldier patted his forehead and suddenly realized. "Thank you sir, I will remember it now! I heard that Xin Qiji was a versatile man in both civil and military affairs. It was only when he met a mediocre court that he failed to appreciate his talent in his life. It is a pity that he died in old age."
When Uncle Gong heard this, he was stunned.
I am a great talent who has studied the history of the Song Dynasty. Why do I think what a soldier said is quite reasonable?
evil!
What an evil thing!
Gong Bosui had no intention of escaping anymore. He was really curious, who was this Zhu Jiajun? It seemed that the prime minister had underestimated them.
In this way, after several days of trekking, Gong Bosui finally saw Tamerlane. He was lying on the bed. When he heard the footsteps, he said feebly: "I won't eat, don't eat, let me die!"
Gong Bo was stunned for a moment, and finally plucked up the courage, walked to the bed, and looked around.
It was really Tamerlane first. He was lying on the bed, his face was pale and he looked haggard, but that was all. It was impossible to tell that he had suffered any grievances.
But first Timur also raised his head, and just as he was about to get angry, he was frightened when he saw it was Gong Bosui.
"You, how come you were captured too?"
Gong Bo then grinned. He remembered Zhang Ximeng's explanation. Should he tell him or not?
After hesitating for a long time, Gong Bosui honestly told the story, including the incident of Tuotuo being dismissed.
First, Timur listened in astonishment. When he heard that Tuotuo had been dismissed, his eyes widened, anger filled his chest, and he gritted his teeth in anger, "Hamapifu! He should have been killed in the first place!"
After scolding enough, Timur suddenly said again: "Go, prepare some food for me, I want to eat!"
"Have a meal?"
"Yes! I don't want to die, I want to live, and I want to see this court come to an end!"