Xun Yu wanted to speak but stopped several times, but in the end he turned into a sigh.
The emperor doesn’t know who can believe it, this is the most serious problem at the moment.
What the old ministers such as Yang Biao, Shi Sun Rui and others were thinking about restoring the old system, while Pei Mao and his son were thinking about seeking personal gain. The Kanto family was half-hearted and refused to oppose Yuan Shao clearly, but they did not forget to fight for power and profit, maintaining the advantages of the Kanto people.
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In the face of these thoughts, the emperor's survival has become a bargaining condition.
So he can only ensure it through marriage.
"Is Gongda a blessing or a disaster?"
"Success is blessing, failure is disaster." Xun You said in a faint tone: "From the moment you set off for the court, good fortune is destined. Now it's just a little more bets."
Xun Yu stared at Xun You for a moment, and suddenly laughed. "Gongda, I am not as good as you in terms of decisions."
Xun You bowed slightly but did not answer.
"I heard Pei Juguang say, did you meet him today?"
"I was fishing. Seeing him he was hesitating on the side of the road, I said a few words." Xun You repeated the story of his meeting with Pei Mao, and finally commented: "Pei Juguang is very ambitious, but his talent is not enough, and he is useless.
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Xun Yun changed color in shock.
Xun Yu looked at Xun You and was quite surprised.
Xun You rarely comments on someone like this.
"We must rely on him to discuss with the Hedong clan, and we have to make some contributions," Xun Yu explained.
Xun You nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "Your Majesty wants to conquer the Huns, and the ordnances created by the Iron Official are crucial. I am worried that he will affect Pei Wenxing's mood, so I have to say a few more words."
Xun Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and suddenly realized that Xun You had not spoken when he was arguing about whether the emperor should personally conquer the Huns in person these days.
Not only did he not say it in public, he had never discussed it with him in private.
"Gongda, do you support the emperor in person's expedition?"
"Your Majesty trains troops every day, isn't it just for the personal expedition?" Xun You stood up and shook his sleeves. "Shi Sun Junrong wasted opportunities, but the emperor would not. He was very prepared for this battle, and winning was expected.
The only difference lies in the size of the battle, whether the Huns can be determined by fighting in one battle, and the northern border is in power."
Xun Yu was greatly surprised. "Is that true?"
Xun You had a slight head. "The Battle of Huayin is just a trial of the emperor. Plowing the Huns is the battle of fame for the emperor. I missed the Battle of Huayin and would never miss this battle."
"But, where do we get the food and supplies?"
"To deal with the Huns, fighting is the most feasible tactic." Xun You smiled. "But if you are looking forward to the front and behind, there is no possibility of winning. Retreat may be the best result. If so,
It’s better not to fight to avoid disaster.”
After Xun You finished speaking, he bowed his hand and turned around to say goodbye.
Xun Yu didn't move for a long time, thinking of the thick dust on the emperor's armor.
Xun Yun was also so scared that his face turned red and white.
Although Xun You didn't say much, the meaning he revealed was extremely amazing.
The emperor's mind was not in Anyi, or even in Hedong. Whether it was an old minister or a Hedong man, he could not stop the emperor's pace and could not change the emperor's determination to personally fight.
"Father..." Xun Yun said in a trembling voice.
Xun Yu raised his hand and signaled Xun Yun not to speak.
He knew very well what Xun You had.
If Xun You hadn't been worried that he would make a wrong choice at this critical moment, Xun You would never have told him this.
Thinking of the old ministers who were still intrigue and the Hedong clans who wanted to bargain with the emperor, Xun Yu suddenly felt pity.
Before we knew it, these people had been abandoned by the emperor.
If you can keep up, just follow. Even if you can't keep up, the emperor will move forward all the way.
After taking a shower, Liu Xie put his waist on his back and looked at himself under the light.
With the initial solution to the food, he became stronger and stronger with his naked eyes.
This is not a muscle mass trained in the gym, but a muscle mass trained in thousands of times, pulling a bow, and raising a spear.
Now he is getting closer to a qualified cavalry general.
"Your Majesty, I am hereby serving the bed." Song Du walked in, his eyes fell on Liu Xie, and his face became warm inexplicably.
"No hurry, I have to practice some guidance."
Song Du bit his lip with a grievance. "I haven't seen you for a few days, Your Majesty's schedule has changed again."
He glanced at Song Du. "The Queen didn't tell you?"
Song Du remained silent and turned to clean up the bed, smearing the already flat bedding.
Liu Xie understood in his heart, but didn't say much.
The queen and noble people are very nice, but they are actually girls of fourteen or fifteen years old. Fighting and careful thinking is a must-have adjustment product in life.
In the final analysis, there is too little homework.
"How long will your father arrive?"
"It should be said that it should be there, but it may be delayed on the road." When talking about his father, Song Du was in a state of spirit. "What is His Majesty going to arrange for him to do?"
"What can he do?" Liu Xie twisted his neck and took guidance to relax his body.
This is what Wang Yue taught, saying that practicing every morning and evening can maintain the flexibility of the body.
"He has been the prefect of Changshan."
"How is martial arts?"
"It's OK, it's worse than General Hu Ben."
Liu Xie almost laughed out loud, stopped guiding, and glanced at Song Guo.
Song was a little embarrassed and turned his eyes elsewhere.
Song Hong does have martial arts skills, but compared with Song Guo, it is not a little bit worse.
Everyone knows that Song Guo threw a spear in front of the formation and killed the armored cavalry. The tigers admired Song Guo so much that they were so impressed that many people learned to throw spears from him.
"Since you have been the prefect, then continue to be the prefect." Liu Xie said while guiding, "Shangjun, the prefect of Xihe has been absent for a long time, Wuyuan..."
"There are no ones in those counties." Song Du was very disappointed and pouted.
Even though she didn't care much about political affairs, she knew that only Taiyuan was left in Bingzhou counties, and Shangdang was normal. Most of the other generals were in name only, and it was useless to have a prefect. Maybe one day they would be cut off their heads by the Huns.
"It's not that there is no one, it's that there is no official." After Liu Xie took the guidance, he sat by the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. "The officials are unwilling to go, and the people have no master to rely on, so they can only let the Huns bully them. , enslavement. Over time, they even forgot that they were Han people and were accustomed to Hu Feng. I want to change all this and let them know that Han people are the masters of this land. The court did not forget them, I, did not forget them .”
Song was a little worried. "Your Majesty, I'm afraid he will delay Your Majesty's hegemony. Otherwise, Your Majesty would better arrange something else. His performance in Changshan's position... is not very good."
“What’s wrong?”
"Well... disturb the people."
"Disturbating the people?"
"Yes." Song Du lowered his head and stirred his fingers. "The governor of Jizhou impeached him to invade the local area, which almost led to civil rebellion."
Liu Xie smiled.
The people mentioned by the governor of Jizhou are most likely not real people, but local tyrants.
Although I don’t know how good Song Hong is, he is not a man who is willing to be merciless. Anyone who knows the appearance and bows to local tyrants will generally have a bad reputation.
Fan Mengbo, the prefect of Runan, and the main painting of Nanyang Zongzi, was the chief painting of Nanyang. Cen Gongxiao, the prefect of Nanyang, and Hongnong Cheng was the only one who whistled.
In this era, the prefect who cares about affairs is the good prefect.