"Although I have great talents and is in a high position, I am hindered by others, and I am doubted by others, so I cannot fully reach my goal." [Answer to Duke Du]
You Fufeng, Chen Cang.
The wind started to pick up in the wilderness, and dark clouds like mountains piled up almost instantly in the southeastern sky. The clouds drifted to the top of the city in a blink of an eye, becoming thicker and thicker, hanging heavily on the roof, and the wind became stronger.
It was getting more and more urgent. Sima Yi looked sick, leaning on the corridor in single clothes and looking at the gloomy sky, squinting his eyes slightly.
Under the shroud of dark clouds, the wind in the streets and alleys of Chencang City seemed to be shouting happily, as if welcoming the torrential autumn rain.
Sima Yi coughed several times in the steamy autumn wind, but had no idea of entering the house. The servants in the house did not know where to hide, so Sima Yi was left to stand alone on the verandah, with the strong wind blowing on him.
The robe tightly fitted his body, making him even thinner and weaker, as if he was helpless and skinny in the wind.
"Why are you up?" Chencang ordered Sima Lang to finish his official duties for the day. He saw the weather had changed and immediately rushed over after dismissing his subordinates. As the eldest brother, Sima Lang still took good care of his conceited and talented younger brother. He would
The meal and soup that were brought were placed on the table. He came over and held Sima Yi's shoulders with both hands: "Go back and lie down quickly, you can't bear the wind."
"Blowing the wind will make you feel cooler." Sima Yi said feebly. His eyes, which looked like deep pools, were no longer as bright as before, and their sharpness was gone, making him look a little weak and pitiful. He let his brother control him, and he continued to move.
After he walked back to the couch and lay down, the door to the corridor was closed by Sima Lang. The sound of the wind was immediately cut off, and only the sound of 'Woo' could be heard: "My forehead is still very hot." He looked at Sima Lang.
, said weakly.
"There's too much wind, can it still be hot?" Sima Lang looked at the other person accusingly, touched the other person's forehead with the back of his hand, immediately took it back, and picked up the medicine bowl: "Why is it hotter than yesterday?
Take the medicine first, and I'll call someone for consultation later."
"I hope it can continue like this." Sima Yi said in a weak voice, opening his lips slightly, and reluctantly drank the soup Sima Lang gave him: "I don't have to be so embarrassed."
Sima Lang fed Sima Yi a mouthful with a wooden spoon. After hearing this, he filled the wooden spoon with some more soup and slowly scraped it on the edge of the bowl: "What are you talking about? The defeat of Gangu is the king and the prince who should be dealt with.
What do the princes in the court have to do with you? Even if you want to put in some nice words or make a few corrections, you can't help such a disaster if you can't help it. Do your best, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
He was about to bring the wooden spoon to Sima Yi's mouth, but halfway, he suddenly took it back: "What are you hiding from me?"
Sima Yi was just about to open his mouth to drink the medicine, but when the other party took it back halfway, he was a little dumbfounded: "Brother, how could I ever hide anything from you?"
"Then let me meet the king." Sima Lang put the wooden spoon to Sima Yi's mouth again, but at this time, Sima Yi did not open his mouth to take it. Seeing that Sima Yi's expression was different, Sima Lang stopped the wooden spoon at Sima Yi's mouth.
Without moving his mouth, he said coldly: "Why, I can see you when you are sick, but no one can see the Lord when he is sick? Since I arrived in Chencang, I have never seen the Lord, and I have not asked him to judge the customs.
As for the affairs, it’s okay to just say that it’s a check-in and greetings, right?”
Sima Yi looked pale and didn't even intend to drink the medicine this time.
"Zhongda!" Sima Lang was so excited that almost half a spoonful of the soup dripped down, dyeing Sima Yi's white single clothes into a black and yellow stain. He noticed his gaffe and quickly put the medicine bowl and wooden spoon aside.
He picked up the silk cloth and wiped it carefully.
"Hey!" He looked at the stains on his clothes that couldn't be wiped off, and sighed heavily: "Why are you doing this? Do you know that people inside and outside Chencang are already furious. They all say that Huangfu Gong has been there for several months.
You claim to be sick and don't see anyone except you. I'm afraid something happened... Pei Sili, who was in Xi County, threatened to come over several times to visit. This time he led his army to annihilate the remaining Qiang bandits in Sanfu. Unexpectedly,
The sun is coming...Although Yongzhou Zhongshijun doesn't know it yet, sooner or later he will hear about it..."
Sima Lang worked hard and finally dried his brother's wet clothes, but the stain could not be wiped away. Not only that, even his own silk cloth was stained with a light layer of medicine.
Juice. He held the silk cloth in the palm of his hand, stared at the sick Sima Yi, and asked with both distress and confusion: "We are brothers! At this moment, no matter how much you want to hide it, you shouldn't hide it from me."
"Brother." Sima Yi's high fever persisted. In fact, he was under too much psychological pressure and suffered from illness all his life. He spoke slowly, opened his eyes and looked at his closest brother, his throat rolling up and down: "In matters of life and death, who can
Help me? It’s not that I can’t trust Brother, I really don’t want to involve Brother in this.”
"I am Chen Cangling now, and I live in the same city as you. No matter what I say, others will not believe that I don't know the truth, right?" Sima Lang has been under a lot of pressure recently. He deliberately avoided whether it was Sima Yi who suggested that he come.
The fact here is that if we say we are afraid of being implicated, why wouldn’t the other party be afraid of being implicated if we started early?
Under Sima Lang's coaxing, Sima Yi finally couldn't bear it any longer, and with tears streaming down his eyes, he choked with sobs and explained Huangfu Song's entrustment to him before his death. Sima Yi was shocked and speechless.
"You..." Sima Lang stood up in fright. He took a few panicked steps on the spot and gritted his teeth before walking in and said, "You don't want your life!"
"The situation at that time was uneasy. Once the news of Junhou's death came out, Zhong and Pei would definitely fight for power. How could Zhang Ji, Xu Rong and other veteran generals sincerely obey them? If something unexpected happened because of this, the situation that Junhou had finally created would be in vain.
Not only is the monarch in trouble, how can he be worthy of the court and the country?" Sima Yi burst into tears and spoke with a tearful tone: "I didn't want to, but the monarch treated me as a nephew and taught me the art of war during his lifetime.
How can I be afraid of death if it is such a serious matter?"
Sima Lang stayed on the spot, his face was uncertain, and he changed several times, and then he said: "This matter is not something you can bear alone, and it will bring disaster to my family. My family has been running for generations, and it is not easy to get to where we are today. You...
Have you ever thought about it?"
From the bottom of his heart, he didn't believe that Sima Yi would do such a harmful thing for the sake of justice and kindness. He also didn't believe that in just over half a year, Huangfu Song could completely change Sima Yi's appearance. There must be something wrong here.
What benefits or interests would drive Sima Yi to take risks to do this? Sima Lang just couldn't figure it out for the moment.
"I have here the testament written by the Lord before his death, in which he strongly vouched for me." Sima Yi raised his arm and pointed to a low cabinet somewhere in the room: "Zhong and Pei don't know about the things here.
Even the imperial court doesn't know. But how can I, a humble young man, really dare to act arbitrarily because of the prince's orders? These soldiers and horses are all soldiers of the imperial court, not the prince's soldiers, and there is no reason to give or receive privately."
After hearing this, Sima Lang quickly turned around and rummaged around in the low cabinet, and finally found a few silk books. The time, signature, and seal all matched one by one. Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "You mean..."
"I have already reported this matter to the Emperor. Before this, the princes and princes also reported matters to the Emperor." Sima Yi said.
"Since we have already prepared, why doesn't the country arrange for Duke Zhong or Duke Pei to serve as ministers in advance? Even if we transfer Duke Zhu from Guandong, isn't it because we are worried that the prestige of the two will be insufficient and the generals will have no control?" Sima Lang said. Here, you will understand it yourself.
The cost of using Zhu Jun is too high. He has already made great achievements in Guandong, and he will definitely be at the forefront of the post-war rewards. If he participates in the war between Yongliang and Liang, what will happen afterwards? What's more, when Zhu Jun was serving as the governor of Yuzhou, he had a close relationship with Yingchuan. Everyone was close to each other. Although they did not formally state their position, due to the emperor's temperament, not only Zhu Jun was not able to use it, but even Zhong Yao was not considered.
As for Pei Mao's conservative character, the emperor did not use him to replace Huangfu Song, perhaps because of his prestige.
"It is better to use dead people than to use living people." Sima Yi pointedly commented: "Since Han Sui has been defeated, as long as you act steadily according to the strategy that the king made during his lifetime, there will be no more changes. The emperor will turn a blind eye to this, and he will do it afterwards. What harm will it do to the emperor to bestow a reward on a dead man and his relatives? It is nothing more than throwing money into the water and seeing the splash."
"Does the country trust you so much?" Sima Lang recalled that Sima Yi insisted on staying behind despite claiming illness to wait for the Yongliang Qiang chaos. Although the changes in the situation had already exceeded their expectations, Sima Lang still found it incredible: "But it's so What good will it do to you?"
"Benefits?" Sima Yi propped up the bed with both arms and leaned his back on several pillows with difficulty. He turned sideways and picked up the slightly cold medicine bowl from one side. He took out the wooden spoon with one hand and took a sip from the edge of the bowl. : "The Ma brothers have returned to me, is this a benefit? As long as we can survive safely, even if there is no reward for this battle, I am not afraid that I will not be able to change my reputation. As long as..."
He then lowered his head to drink the medicine, and swallowed half of his words along with the bitter soup. At the moment, he still had the last right to make deals with others. Although he already had the best candidate in mind, Sima Yi still had to wait for news from the east. .
Sima Lang was not as optimistic as Sima Yi. He pointed to the silk book in his hand: "How can the world believe that you said this is the emperor's final message? Do you dare to say that the country has known about this for a long time? Everything belongs to the country. You secretly promised to ignore the ministers such as Zhu Gong, Zhong Gong and Pei Gong, ignore the overall situation of Yongliang, and let you, a brat, do whatever you want?"
How could the emperor do such a disgraceful thing? Of course it must be Sima Yi's fault. He was young and energetic, thought he could shoulder important responsibilities, or was unable to refuse Huangfu Song's entrustment and risked his life for the sake of the overall situation.
"So my life was completely handed over to the emperor the moment the prince died of illness." Sima Yi drank the soup in one breath and smacked his lips. He felt that the soup was not as bitter as he imagined.
Sima Lang still couldn't feel any hope, and he said distressedly: "It is said that the emperor has a cold nature..."
"Some people say that the emperor is benevolent." Sima Yi said, "According to what I have seen and heard in the secretary's prison over the years, benevolence and coolness all depend on the situation. People like Wang Fu who only think that the emperor is easy to get close to will definitely be broken in the end. On this." He turned his head slightly and said softly: "Of course, God's will is unpredictable, and I will not rely entirely on the emperor's hands for my life. I have to take this opportunity to find other things."
"You mean, the defeat of Gangu?" Sima Lang narrowed his eyes, took the silk book, returned to Sima Yi and sat down: "You want to use this to excuse Zhong Shijun? But this kind of thing is probably not something you can do.
Gained from the Lord.”
Not long ago, Zhong Yao, Yang Ru and others impatiently sent out troops, resulting in a huge defeat. How to deal with it has become the first problem on Sima Yi's desk.
If the government and the public attached great importance to the Yongliang War, if something went wrong at such a critical moment, Huangfu Song would definitely be impeached and denounced. But now that Huangfu Song is gone, Sima Yi, although he temporarily used Huangfu Song's banner, did not dare to really
He used Huangfu Song's tone to blame the dignified Yongzhou governor and General Jianwei.
Zhong Yao was a famous scholar in Yingchuan and was quite famous among the scholars in Guandong. Sima Yi acted on Huangfu Song's behalf sooner or later and could no longer hide it. When Zhong Yao found out that it was Sima Yi, a junior, who accused him at that time, what would happen to the Sima family in Hanoi in the future?
Accepted by the Kanto scholars?
"It's not an excuse. I just put the matter aside for now and give Mr. Zhong a chance to make amends." Sima Yi put the empty medicine bowl aside and folded his hands on his lower abdomen: "As long as Mr. Zhong is cautious in the future.
OK, if you do a small job, someone will take care of the rest."
"But the things you committed are extraordinary. You deceived the emperor, usurped power, abused the superior, and all kinds of serious crimes. You are just temporarily avoiding impeachment for Zhong Shijun. He may not be willing to speak for you." Sima Lang said.
Sima Yi was lowering his head to think about something, and suddenly raised his eyes and asked: "Who helped Mr. Zhong avoid impeachment and made him make up for his mistakes?"
"Of course it's you." Sima Lang didn't know why the other party asked this, and replied a little strangely.
A smile finally appeared on Sima Yi's pale face: "Yes, it's me, not the prince."
After the autumn wind howled several times, it finally seemed to start raining in the courtyard, and the sound of pattering on the windows and tiles seemed more and more empty at this time.
Sima Lang woke up from his dream. It is true that Sima Yi used Huangfu Song's power to temporarily cover up Zhong Yao. It would be fine at first, but after the incident was exposed, everything Sima Yi did under the guise of power would be exposed and criticized.
Zhong Yao is not immune, so he must stand from a fair perspective and admit that there are many things that Sima Yi has done that are worthy of recognition. This is indirectly excusing Sima Yi.
"Lang Jun." A servant's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "A group of cavalry came from outside the city. They said that General Zhengxi has arrived at Zuofeng Yi and wanted to greet the general about his daily life and his march."
"I know." Sima Yi said in a hoarse voice and sent the man away.
"Do you intend to leak this matter?" After Sima Lang waited for the servant to leave, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's skinny hands, trying to express his firm position to the other person: "Have you decided? If you have decided, I will share your thoughts with you.
Tell me everything and I will do it for you."
"It's not difficult." After learning about the arrival of another heavyweight, Sima Yi still smiled: "I finally waited for a good time."