There was a smell of noodle soup and sour seeds in the hall.
"Kublai Khan appointed the title of the country and rewarded according to merit; the Song Dynasty took advantage of our empty military strength and sent troops up the river, in the name of supporting Sichuan and Shu. They all had their names, but we..."
Yang Guo concluded this and said seriously: "I dare to ask, do most people in the Central Plains know the difference between us and the Song Dynasty? Do they know our ambitions and ambitions?"
Li Xia shook his head and said, "They don't know."
Of course, I don’t know. Although Li Xia is not afraid of showing his ambition, this is still a private statement. There are a few or dozens of princes who understand that Li Xia wants to be the emperor, but ten million people in the Central Plains have never heard of Li Xia.
public declaration.
If it is not expressed openly, it is just personal ambition and does not count as any status.
"A Central Plains dynasty is about to be established. It is more likely to dominate the world than the small Song Dynasty in the south, and its legal principles are more orthodox than the Song Dynasty..."
When Yang Guo said this, he raised his hand to stop Lin Zi who wanted to speak.
"I know what you want to say. Needless to say, you think in your heart that the Song State has legitimacy, but I still dismiss it. No one in the Central Plains will recognize your Song State's orthodoxy."
Lin Zi was dissatisfied and still said: "The Great Song Dynasty..."
"It's useless what you people in the Song Dynasty think. Now I'm talking about what the people in the Central Plains think."
"Yes, in the eyes of Central Plains people, the Yuan Dynasty is more orthodox than the Song Dynasty."
Li Xia stopped Lin Zi from interrupting with one sentence and signaled Yang Guo to continue.
Yang Guo was a little surprised that Li Xia said "Yuan Dynasty" smoothly, but he could understand this little detail for the time being.
"The people of the Central Plains no longer have Xiao Yuan, and you are just a vassal town in the Song Dynasty. In comparison, the impact of the war in the spring will be minimized."
"And if you continue to fight a political war with Kublai Khan, you will have the upper hand."
"It's wrong. Originally, one of the princes was determined to expel the Mongols, but now it has become an enemy vassal and is attacking Xiaoyuan. Kublai Khan will definitely promote it like this."
"You can also make a statement."
"In what name should we promote it? What we are talking about now is in that name." Ning Lu sighed, "As for Minister Song, when he saw your troops moving north, he was afraid that he would dare to start a war, and he would probably start a war."
"Yes, Song Chen will miss the good opportunity to take over Kuimen. At present, he is just making preparations and hopes that you can take the initiative to give up Kuimen."
"If Kuimen is willing to give in, we will fight. Then the officials of the Song Dynasty will call you traitors and traitors. This is more like taking the initiative than being passive. But at this time, if you are independent, the king of the county may not have a small number of Wu Ze
It will support them, but it will cause turmoil. Now that Hexi is not stable and Kuimen is under attack, it will cause chaos."
When Song Ting came to the forefront, he frowned and said, "It's embarrassing."
"Mr. Yang can't teach you?"
"Proportion." Song Ting said: "The most important thing in politics is the heat. As the saying goes, 'Governing a small country is like cooking a big meal.' You can have too little oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar, or you can have too little..."
Political war is a war with real swords and real guns. It attacks the mentality of all parties and must stop testing, so propriety is very important.
Li Xia obviously understands that. The whole way back from Yan'an, I was thinking about how to grasp the balance.
Talking about that, Song Ting gradually felt tired and hesitated, saying: "Yes, you Jin Kingdom remnants are as good as Song Chen and other scholars in that area. If Wu Luzhai is still there, that is what I am best at...
…”
~~
As night fell, lanterns were hung at the Hu Ji Noodle Stall under Chang'an Street.
In late spring and August, it is still not too hot, so the smoke rising from the outside of the small pot seems to be heartwarming.
A group of people came up with their horses, and No one said: "Da Langjun, it's getting late. How about you have a bowl of noodles before going back?"
"That's fine."
Then there was no guard and he shouted in a low voice: "Old Hu! Old Shaan slaps his face and waits with his guillotine!"
"Okay!"
Following those two shouts, there was a "pop" sound under the noodle stall, and a ball of noodles was thrown under the chopping board and pressed thin. Lao Hu picked up a small kitchen knife and cut it into pieces. It was so thin that it seemed like it could breathe.
The old man who came to eat noodles in Wuchang described my noodles as "long as a thread but flexible, as thin as silk but broken".
In this way, it can taste well with the sauteed seeds and soup.
While cooking noodles, I sang at the same time, singing Qin opera.
"Boil it in a lotus flower outside the pot, pick it up in a swing with chopsticks, fish it out in a line outside the bowl..."
The diners tied up their horses and sat here listening silently. After a while, Lao Hu glanced back and was surprised to see that the people in the group were all wearing sackcloth and mourning.
When I took a closer look, I saw that there was no customer coming to eat noodles. Although I knew him, he looked familiar.
"At Dalangjun's house... my condolences."
Wu Qian responded: "The ancestor of our family... has passed away."
"This is joy and sorrow."
Lao Hu actually knew that Mr. Wu was still young and had always thought he was not even forty. He wiped his hands and asked again: "This man is a filial piety, but he still eats meat? Does he still eat...?"
Wu Qian closed his eyes and said, "Let it go. I'm full and there's nothing to worry about."
"well."
Lao Hu is a dull and taciturn person. No matter how little he talks, he only adds a little less sour sauce to each of us when serving noodles...
Wu Qian was very hungry when he returned from Languan. After eating noodles like a storm, he asked his followers to go to the tent.
But I heard the stall owner, Lao Hu, pushing the money and saying: "For today's meal, I'd like to invite all my guests."
In a word, the group of people there were stunned, thinking that the stall owner saw us wearing filial piety and took pity on us, but he was actually rather pleased.
Lao Hu hurriedly said: "Well, it seems that all of you guests are military masters, right? Is it said that there is going to be a war in Chang'an later? This..."
I scratched my temples. I was really speechless.
"If the city of Chang'an is safe and sound, it's okay to treat the officials to a bowl of noodles."
After Wu Qian came down, he pushed the money out of Lao Hu's hand with his own hands and said, "Thank you less. I went back to Chang'an today and heard his words... it was worth it. But you have to give the face money. That's military law."
After saying that, I turned around and looked back at the noodle stall, sniffed, and walked out.
I am originally from Huzhou, Zhejiang Province. That night when I returned to Chang'an, I smelled the smell of soup and sauerkraut outside, and thought of my grandfather's last words after his death that he "keeped Guanzhong"... all of this made me become a Chang'an person.
All the way back to the mansion, I saw a small white lantern hanging behind the door.
After a long time of retreating, the steward of the house came down to greet him and reported loudly.
"The prince has returned to Chang'an. As soon as he left the city, he came to pay homage to our husband..."
Ning Lu looked up at the sky, kowtowed at the mourning hall, and before seeing her wife and children, Gu had to sit down, changed her clothes, and walked to the government office.
All the government officials recognized me, and when they saw me from a distance, they expressed their condolences.
Wu Qian thanked them one by one and saluted: "If you want to see the prince, please pass the message..."
~~
Before the greetings, Wu Qian found that Li Xia knew Ning Lu very well. When I heard Li Xia said that he wanted Song Chen to rehabilitate Ning Lu, I understood what Yang Guo's expression of regret and joy at that time meant.
There was a long silence before.
Before falling silent, Wu Qian naturally joined in the discussion of the situation.
"Grandfather said that if we can stop the Mongolian offensive in that battle, our foundation will be established. To establish a career, you must first make a determination..."
On the trip with Yang Guo to aid Languan, Wu Qian listened very little, but it was not until the end that he realized that these quick words actually pointed out the future situation of Xu Shao.
The poem goes "It's good to collect my bones by the miasmatic riverside". What Wu Qian collected was Yang Guo's corpse, but his political ideas.
As Ning Lu said, the scholar-boys in the south are better at political warfare. Although Wu Qian is very young, his talk is very disorganized.
"Whether it's 'Fight the right way and punish the Qin Dynasty', or 'You're in Jiazi, it's auspicious in the sky', even if it's 'The emperor's soldiers are weak and his horses are strong,' they're all teaching the people in heaven to know what you're going to do.
"
Li Xia was firm and said: "Sweep away the dust and unite the heavens."
After thinking about it some more, I added four more words.
"Govern the world, bring peace to the people, and revitalize China."
Eighteen characters.
After that, we talked about what we wanted to do and what we should do. Li Xia clearly and formally put forward my political views that time.
Wu Qian's eyes became excited.
Song Tingze stood up, picked up the pen and wrote that sentence, before saying: "This is still the problem, in what name should it be publicized?"
"King Qin."
Wu Qian responded in a roundabout way.
I came unprepared, I straightened my clothes, put my hands together and bowed to Li Xia before bowing to the ground.
"Your Majesty, please proclaim yourself King of Qin."
Li Xia immediately agreed and accepted the gift calmly.
Lin Zi was a little confused after listening to Song Ting's analysis for a long time. Wu Qian cheered him up and he also bowed.
Unlike the mature and prudent Song Ting, who considered every issue carefully, the young Wu Qian was decisive when he made suggestions.
In other words, that is to persuade him to quit.
"Answer Yang Gong's question again, and I will tell heaven in the name of King Qin."
Song Ting stroked his beard and asked: "Why is he the King of Qin?"
"The king of a country is called the king, and the king's subordinates occupy the state of Qin, so they should be called the king of Qin."
Wu Qian spoke very slowly, and then said: "When Hu Chen is swept away and the heaven is unified, then the king of heaven will be called emperor. Isn't it just and right? Before proclaiming the emperor, it is the hope of the people of heaven to govern the world, stabilize the people, and revitalize China. So, it is concise and clear,
Everyone in the world can know the king’s ambition.”
"How to deal with Wu Ze's illness?"
"It is precisely because I am worried about ruling Wu Ze that I ask the king to proclaim himself a country instead of an emperor." Wu Qian said: "Since I have no dignity left, I believe that Song officials dare to break up."
My attitude is the same as that of Yang Guoxiao. The person who kept saying "Song Chen" and the resolute attitude of rebelling with Li Xia made everyone else in the hall feel like they were used to it.
Song Ting glanced at Li Xia again, stroked his beard and muttered: "That time, Ning Lu would definitely dare to take the opportunity to start a war."
"Starting a war doesn't necessarily mean breaking up."
Wu Qian was not in a hurry just now, but was a little too excited. Only then did he realize that Song Ting was an elder, and his voice was a little louder.
I bowed to Song Ting and then continued to put forward my opinions.
"Self-proclaiming the King of Qin and advocating the Northern Expedition for unification meant that we were at odds with the Song officials. But I have often gone to the Privy Council since I was a child to get to know the Song officials and Dukes. As long as we lose the battle, our skin will be thick enough, and we can tear it apart or tear it apart.
.”
"How can you be sure that you will win?"
"It's complicated. According to the timing, it was ten days before the Mongolian army entered the army. The news has not reached Lin'an at all. This shows that Song Chen did not expect you to attack the Mongolian army so slowly. If you calculate less and attack more, you will win."
Song Ting pointed at Wu Qian and sighed: "He looks like Duke Lu Zhai, but he also looks like Duke Lu Zhai."
"What you have inherited is your grandfather's last wish. Sweep away the dust, unify the sky, govern the world and bring peace to the people, and revitalize China. This is not only the king's ambition, but also the wish of my grandfather and you..."
(End of chapter)
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