"Who will be favored by a confidant on a poor road? A sad road on a wrong road will lead to old age." [Menghuai Changgong Guo Shiyu Wu Zhu Cui Sheren]
After a burst of cold rain fell, the scene around the fields suddenly became gloomy and cool.
Autumn is coming soon.
The setting sun shines slantingly, and the sunlight slants out from the side of the green mountains, coating the green mountains with a layer of gold and adding a touch of bright color to the sky. Looking at it, the entire wilderness is like a huge golden carpet, with sudden dimples on the carpet.
Several green tree crowns sprouted, refusing to give up their original color due to the bright sunshine, like a stubborn and almost ridiculous old man, standing in the sunset in an extremely disharmonious yet exceptionally harmonious manner.
"The prince is stubborn about what he sees, he is always single-minded, and when he is in power, he refuses to bow down at all. He sticks to the word 'reason'. Who can get along with him? And his 'reason' may not be right... This man is respected.
Feng's 'principles' of governing the country are completely different from those of the country, not to mention that he is suspected of being related to Jizhou... Although there is no real evidence, the country does not point out his fault, but bestows favor and honor on him, which is tolerant... Mr. Zhao, you are really... I can still
Can I lie to you?"
Visitor and admonishment doctor Zhao Zi leaned against the wall of the car tiredly, holding a stick in his hand, and faintly remembered what Secretary Lang Sima Yi said to him in private when he came up.
The sun shone slantly into the car through the lattice of the car window. As Zhao Zi watched the sunset outside the window gradually setting, he suddenly regretted taking on this hard job.
"The prince is a person who has done great service to the Han Dynasty. Although he is a bit stubborn and offends his holy face, the country is tolerant and magnanimous, so it can be forgiven..." Zhao Zi said to Sima Yi in the private room.
"How can Mr. Zhao know the sincerity of the country!" Sima Yi glanced at him. Zhao Zi and the Sima family are both powerful men in Hanoi, and they have a good relationship with each other. Facing this man who is proficient in classics and has learned a lot, but does not understand the conspiracy.
Weird elder, Sima Yi couldn't help but sigh, and still said in the tone of a junior: "Did Mr. Zhao forget what the country said when it ordered Gaishun to lead the army to attack Cheng Yin? The country always gives people a second chance!
As for the prince's second chance, the country had already given him a second chance when he left Chang'an last year, but he insists on going his own way, so what should he do?"
Zhao Zi actually knew this, but he still couldn't understand that the emperor's hatred for Wang Yun had reached the point where he had to kill him. In his opinion, even though Wang Yun might have colluded with Yuan Shao internally and externally, he was not involved in the Hedong rebellion.
.If there was really collusion with Fan Xian, why didn't Bingzhou raise troops to rebel early in response to Fan Xian? What's more, Wang Yun was a famous minister worthy of being remembered in history, whether in terms of personal morality, reputation, or his contribution to turning the tide of the Han Dynasty.
Even the emperor once said privately: "Without all the ministers and ministers who conspired to kill Dong, the Han Dynasty would not be what it is today."
Although the emperor concealed Wang Yun's name, he did not erase Wang Yun's achievements. Why is he still killing a minister with outstanding merits?
When he asked these words, Sima Yi sneered: "If all the ministers learn from the princes, how can it be so good?"
The carriage suddenly jolted, and Zhao Zi came to his senses immediately. He saw that the sky outside had already darkened, and the cavalry guarding the surrounding area had also lit torches.
A knight rode up from the front and said outside the car: "Mr. Zhao, we have arrived in Qi County."
Zhao Zi had not yet answered, but heard the man continue: "There is a man named Wang Ji from the Wang family in Qi County who has sent me to see you."
"Qixian Wang family?" Zhao Zi subconsciously wanted to agree, but when he changed his mind, he suddenly remembered the last words Sima Yi said to him.
"Mr. Zhao, please don't risk your own life for this."
He took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, and couldn't help but hold the knot that represented the emperor tightly in his hand, as if he had the greatest confidence and confidence: "No."
After that, Zhao Zi added firmly: "I didn't see anyone along the way."
Taiyuan County, Jinyang.
In a manor located on the outskirts of the country, a green bamboo forest was newly planted around the pond. The breeze blew from the water, and the cool water vapor passed through the bamboo forest. Along with the chirping of birds, there was a rustling sound among the branches and leaves.
This bamboo forest is very much like the backyard of a mansion in Chang'an, both in size and style. The only difference is that the bamboo pavilion has been replaced by a simple bamboo house. What remains the same is that the owner of this place is still the energetic old man.
Wang Yun.
Paper and silk burned in different forms in the bronze basin. The silk slowly burned into a ball of black dirt, while the paper was burned into ashes. The rising heat wave slowly floated out of the window with the paper ashes. Wang Yun
Sitting on the banquet, I looked thoughtfully at the burning flame.
Some of the things burning in the flames involved letters in which he exchanged opinions with scholars on how to kill eunuchs, some were discussions between him and Huang Wan and others on plans to assassinate Dong Zhuo, and some were his own experiences in studying over the years...
...Then, there are letters from his relationship with Yuan Shao this year.
It's funny to say that the reason why he originally joined forces with Yuan Shao was just to use Yuan Shao's help to join forces with Liu Yu and others. In this way, although he could not return to the court, he could still control the Kanto forces above the court and continue to implement his own plans.
The governance philosophy he pursues. But who knows that his plan that he thinks is seamless and his allies that he thinks are like-minded are all jokes in the eyes of others. Yuan Shao used him to confuse the public and Huang Wan and others sat idly by and watched him step into the abyss.
.
Wang Yun's innocent fantasy was suddenly shattered until he learned about the rebellion of Hedong's powerful forces. Yuan Shao took advantage of the situation and knocked on the Hu Pass. He was horrified and ashamed to find that all he had done was playing monkey tricks on others. It turned out that everyone was taking advantage of him.
, it turns out that everyone is watching his joke, it turns out that everyone... no longer needs him.
He stood up and looked around. The bamboo house was now empty. Only a scroll of letters was left on the table, quietly spread out on the table. Wang Yun sat at the table, stretched out his hand and rubbed the book.
The cooked cowhide ropes that connected the bamboo slips one by one would wear out and break due to frequent turning. He looked at the old ropes and couldn't help but look at the few lines of words engraved on the slips.
As he murmured these words, the rapid footsteps behind him gradually approached, but suddenly stopped outside the house. Wang Yun glanced towards the door, carefully rolled up the scroll of "Mencius", and then tied it with a rope.
Stretch the slip over the still-burning brazier.
Was he really wrong this time?
He just wanted to help the Han Dynasty return to the right path. He was worried that the young leader would be too concerned about governing the country, so he was unwilling to be lonely and wanted to return to the center to use his remaining energy. He did not plot to rebel, did not participate in the rebellion, he just wanted to resurrect the corpse and rise again, but
Just because of this, is he wrong?
Maybe he wasn't wrong after all.
The paper and silk in the flames had turned yellow, and Wang Yun suddenly had the illusion that what he had burned in the fire was not only letters and important documents, but also the ideas he had adhered to throughout his life. He remembered that he lived in Chang'an
In that mansion and in the bamboo forest in the courtyard, have bamboo leaves begun to cover the paths?
"Better keep it!" He sighed, took the slip back, caressed it with great treasure, walked out of the door, and handed it to the person outside: "I have nothing to give to Yan Yun, so I'll just give this to you.
give him."
The eldest son Wang Gai took the letter and immediately replied: "The angel is here."
Wang Yun straightened his back. He was already tall, but now he was even taller than his son Wang Gai, who had an arched shoulder. Like an old lion in a sleepy state, he suddenly stood up alertly, ready to welcome the guests who entered the territory: "He
Have you finished meeting Liu Boyan?"
"Well." Wang Gai was overwhelmed by Wang Yun's sudden display of power. He told the whole story timidly: "Liu Shijun has done great service in guarding the land. The emperor has increased his residence by 600 households and rewarded him with 200,000 yuan and 50 kilograms of gold.
He was also given chariots, horses, jade tools, swords and other items."
"Well, well." Wang Yun nodded lightly and said slowly: "He won this time. This is what he deserves. It may not be the case next time."
Liu Yu, who was known for his kindness, successfully endured this time and adopted the same hard-to-get strategy as Wang Yi, overthrowing Wang Yun, the biggest constraint. From then on, he was able to display his ambitions in Bingzhou and use this as a stepping stone.
, heading to a higher place. It’s just that Liu Yu himself also has a fatal flaw, which is not obvious yet, but in Wang Yun’s eyes, this may make him repeat his own mistakes.
"Well, what about us?" Wang Gai didn't understand this. He only knew that his family was in crisis due to secret cliques. He couldn't help but said: "What does the angel's coming this time mean?"
"What else could it mean? I have been planning my whole life, but I misjudged the Yuan family's son. I deserved to be in this situation due to his scheming." Wang Yun sighed lonely and said to Wang Gai:
"Tell Wang Wenshu that there will be no next time for them."