"The life of a wise man is like a cone in a bag, the end of which is seen immediately." [Historical Records: Biography of Yu Qing, Prince of Pingyuan]
"Okay." The emperor interrupted the crowd's rush and said: "Zhang Liao, the general who protects the Huns, is in Shangdang, only dozens of miles away from Hanoi. I intend to order him to go to Hanoi to defend against the enemy. As for Yuzhou,
Let’s first ask Liu Biao about his intention and see if he is willing to let go of Nanyang and let Xu Huang, the lieutenant general of the Fu army, pass through Xinye.”
"Your Majesty." Dong Cheng lowered his head angrily and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Wenyuan has only a few thousand troops under his command. If they enter Hanoi, who will be entrusted to guard the Shangdang? Moreover, his troops are small, so he may not be able to repel Yuan Xi and take care of him.
Former general."
"Zhang Liao has few soldiers, but Yuan Xi has many soldiers and horses. Don't look at the scout report that said the opponent has 20,000 to 30,000 people. But now Yuan Shao is fighting with Gongsun Zan, how can he allocate 30,000 people to Yuan Xi? I don't think so.
Look, they are just cheating. They can only have ten thousand people under their command at most, and they may not be as elite as Zhang Liao's troops." The emperor closed his eyes slightly, raised his hands to shake his sleeves, and said: "The southern Xiongnu have died, and the foreign tribes in Bingzhou have recently arrived.
We are quite peaceful, and with Duan Xun and General Xu Rong here, Bingzhou will be safe."
"Your Majesty's wisdom." Zhao Wen did not wait for Dong Zhuo's response and said bluntly: "On the first day of this year, Jingzhou Mu sent Liu He to the court to present congratulations. The ministers observed that his words were respectful and respectful, thinking that he was a member of the clan and a famous scholar.
, we should be more concerned about the imperial court. Xu Huang, Taishi Ci and others took the road from Shangyong to Nanyang. They thought that after the edict was issued, Jingzhou Mu should have no choice but to refuse."
Seeing that the emperor had made up his mind, Dong Cheng did not force it. He forced out a smile and followed the trend and agreed. After the discussion, Dong Cheng, Zhao Wen and others returned to Chengming Hall. Because they had been verbally excluded by everyone before,
, Dong Cheng sat on the couch, deeply feeling that he was being isolated, and became even more resentful. He looked ugly, and finally waited until he was dismissed from the palace, so he hurried back to the mansion.
The young Cangtou who was guarding the door saw Dong Cheng coming back and hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Unexpectedly, Dong Cheng was so angry that he waved his sleeves and raised his legs impatiently. This movement was large and the threshold of the house was high. He
I accidentally stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately, Na Cangtou did not move away, but quickly held Dong Cheng in his hand, so that he did not make a fool of himself at the door.
Dong Cheng glanced at the young old man angrily, but couldn't hold his face back and said anything, so he could only snort and walk away.
The young man stood there with his hands bent and cupped. Although Dong Cheng couldn't see him, he still maintained the courtesy that a slave should have.
"Qingtong, Mr. Dong has gone, no matter how good the hand is, no one will care about it." At this time, a servant came from the side, knocked Qin Qingtong's hand off, and said angrily: "I said
Don't have any sweet dreams of clinging to yourself every day. You wait at the door all day long, hoping that Mr. Dong will look familiar to you, but now? If you hadn't held your hand today, I really don't know how you would have died.
Woolen cloth!"
"What do you know?" Qin Qingtong stood under the afterglow of the setting sun. He was young and handsome. With his outstanding appearance and clever speech, Qin Qingtong was very popular in Dong Cheng's mansion, but he didn't want to be just a slave.
, since he has far better abilities and capital than ordinary servants, why not go further? So, facing others' doubts, he sneered and said: "If I don't do this, how can I stand out among the crowd?"
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There is nothing wrong with being a slave. If you follow the right master and do things well, your life will go smoothly like Wei Qing's. How many people are there in the world?
The man was about to say something when he heard a question coming from behind:
"How dare you, a slave, know what it means to 'stand out'?"
"Ah!" The two people exclaimed, and then they realized that someone was coming behind them. They quickly turned around and saluted, "I've seen Zhong Guanling."
Dong Feng, formerly a long-time subordinate of Dong Cheng and now the current Zhongguan, stood on the steps and glanced at them. He gently fiddled with his sleeves, put his curious eyes on Qin Qingtong, and blurted out: "Have you read a book?"
"My family is poor and I have never read a book." Qin Qingtong raised his head and glanced at Dong Feng, then quickly lowered his head and replied.
Perhaps Qin Qingtong's handsome appearance and neither humble nor overbearing attitude captured Dong Feng's favor. Dong Feng asked with great interest: "Then how did you learn about the allusion of 'standing out'? Or did you not know it at all and just copied it casually?
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"I heard someone read the book." Qin Qingtong was afraid that Dong Feng would misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "It stands out, and it is about the story of Lord Pingyuan and Mao Sui."
Dong Feng nodded and suddenly asked: "How do you tell people to read books?"
"Yes... eavesdropping outside the window." Qin Qingtong knew that what he did was not immoral, but rather a good talk worthy of praise. However, he could not show off, but deliberately pretended to be ashamed.
This made Dong Feng even more satisfied. He laughed, then waved and said, "Take me into the inner courtyard to see Mr. Dong."
Qin Qingtong was overjoyed, and immediately bowed his head and led Dong Feng to the inner room that he had longed for, leaving the servant standing there gasping in shock and envy.
Along the way, many things passed through Qin Qingtong's mind. The ambition he made after sneaking into the house, the oath he made face to face with the man holding hands... all of these have come to light today!
"Dong Gong was so angry when he returned home?" Dong Feng asked unexpectedly while he was lost in thought.
Qin Qingtong came back to his senses, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Wei, Wei!"
In fact, in Qin Qingtong's eyes, Dong Cheng, as the emperor's father-in-law and the prime minister of the dynasty, was extremely powerful. Such a big man like Mount Tai should not be angered by something again, but why did he stand so high?
If you have lost your position, why would you lose your composure?
His thoughts were not known to Dong Feng. Dong Feng just smiled as usual and said half helplessly and half mockingly: "It's not just once or twice. How come he still can't figure out his identity?"
"Ah?" Qin Qingtong didn't know why and subconsciously responded.
The smile on Dong Feng's face suddenly disappeared. He walked to the door of the second door, waved his hand to Qin Qingtong beside him, and said: "You can go down, there is no need to follow."
Qin Qingtong glanced at Dong Feng in surprise. Even though he was extremely reluctant, he had no choice but to calm down and stand honestly by the door.
"Since you heard someone read the book, I will teach you another truth so that you can understand it." Qin Qingtong's facial expression did not escape Dong Feng's eyes. He deliberately stopped next to Qin Qingtong and chuckled: "That's what you should do as a human being.
Understand what "transcendence" is and what should not be exceeded. You only know how to recommend yourself and then stand out. However, with his status at the time, rashly stepping out is not knowing it, which is transcendence. Fortunately, he is indeed capable, and Mr. Pingyuan is also
It's still tolerable, otherwise, how could this allusion make people like you yearn for it?"
Qin Qingtong secretly clenched his fists, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms without even noticing.