Chapter Five Hundred and Forty-Five Who Profits the Most?
Time is like running water. Although it is plain and weak, it has the power to flow eastward to the sea. The journey that originally took more than one month was taken by Ye An for two months.
Time will dilute people's excitement and joy, and it can also make people's fatigue slowly disappear. This time Ye An returned to the court with a thousand Anhua troops. These were the soldiers who had followed Ye An from Anhua City in Gyeongju.
As for Cao Yi, he also brought 2,000 Zhenrong troops, which was the remaining strength of his 5,000 Zhenrong troops. There were still 5,000 people relying on Xiamaozhai to defend the party, but there were not many casualties.
When I went there, there was only a simple motorcade, but when I came back, it was full of people and horses neighing, and it was magnificent.
Ye An had already worked with Fan Yong to make arrangements for the Xiqiang people. They should have returned to the court earlier, but it was because of the livelihood and household registration of these Xiqiang people that they delayed for so long.
When he was approaching the city of Tokyo, Ye An changed out of his military uniform and put on his official court uniform again. He abandoned his war horse and got on Fan Yong's carriage. A civil servant should look like a civil servant. If he were wearing armor, riding a horse and carrying a sword.
Entering the city of Tokyo without a bow is truly a different kind.
"You should remember that you are still a civil servant and know how to behave like a civil servant!" Fan Yong snorted dissatisfiedly while looking through the documents from Huanzhou.
Ye An smiled bitterly and bowed his hand to Fan Yong: "Only these three thousand Anhua troops are left now, and there are also a group of sick and disabled people. The poor Longxi father pulled Ye An's reins and asked me where my son is. Ye An was so ashamed and angry that he almost didn't want to live.
!It can be seen that this junior is really not the material to lead troops in war."
Fan Yong sighed, put down the document in his hand and said: "Soldiers, soldiers, important matters of the country, the place of life and death, the way of survival, must be observed... You personally led the three thousand Anhua army to have such a record, which is really good."
That’s it! Besides, these Western Qiang people have completely become kings, so that they can unknowingly join us in the Song Dynasty and become no different from the people of Longxi. This method is indeed a good one..."
"This is all Gong Fan's fault. How can Ye An dare to act alone? Gong Fan should be the main contributor to the Huanzhou Rebellion. Ye An dare not take the credit. He hopes that Gong Fan will protect him in many ways when he returns to the court!"
Fan Yong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "You boy! Since you sincerely ask for help, I have to do it... You know how to restrain yourself at such a young age, but you can teach me!"
Ye An smiled shyly, but looking at Fan Yong's slightly satisfied old face, he was already scolding in his heart, weren't you just waiting for me to say that?!
Compared to Fan Yong, Ye An's political experience was not worth mentioning in front of him. He was familiar with political affairs after many years of experience in the court.
It only takes a few simple words to figure out Ye An's true thoughts, but the old man is not bad. He smiled and said to Ye An: "You are really capable, but the court cannot tolerate a young person like you.
It takes a good life and experience, and it is a good thing to be young and promising, but at your age, too much merit has become an obstacle, and you can no longer make progress."
"Ye An knows that if he is too sharp, it will eventually lead to disaster. Thank you Mr. Fan for your advice!"
Fan Yong curled his lips: "It's inappropriate to have grievances. You should treat each other sincerely and act with a sincere attitude. This is the attitude you should show in front of the court. Boy, I am teaching you.
You, don’t think that I am bullying you. Only when you have a clear understanding of the court and a firm footing can you have the capital to be proud of, and of course you can realize your own ambitions..."
As he spoke, Fan Yong actually looked sad. Ye An couldn't help but wonder: "Why is Mr. Fan so sad?"
"Look at you, you are not as good as the weak crown. I am lamenting that my time has been wasted, and I am lamenting that I am getting old. If I were only ten years younger, I would still dare to kill the enemy's formation and kill the traitors and thieves with my own hands!"
Well, the old man started to feel sentimental and nostalgic, Ye An said with a smile: "Fan Gong, there is no need to be like this. Literary men should take care of the world with their pens. It is the duty of military generals to mount horses, armor, and charge with sharp weapons. Isn't it more important for civil and military officials to have their own needs?"
Okay? Why should Ye An, an alien like me, follow suit! Fan Gong sits in Huanzhou and strategizes, so Ye An dares to do whatever he wants."
Fan Yong fell in love with the young man in front of him more and more. They didn't interact much in the court before, and he always felt that Ye An was a bit weird and inconsistent with Confucianism. Now it seems that he knows how to advance and retreat.
"Then how are you going to defile yourself?"
Lao Fan finally raised the question he was most concerned about. It was really painful to sit in the bumpy carriage. Ye An changed his sitting posture and bowed respectfully: "Young man, you are asking Mr. Fan for advice!"
Seeing Ye An treating him with the courtesy of a junior, Fan Yong nodded slightly, twirling the beard on his chin and said slowly: "I should do something for you. If you don't interact with each other after entering the city, you seem to be arrogant. If you socialize frequently,
It's a bit pretentious. If you push a lot, you will be suspected of having your beard slipping. Back then, Ding Wei personally brushed off the beard and put soup on it for Kou Lai Gong, so he was called "slipping his beard" by Kou Lai Gong. You must not make the same mistake again.
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After talking for a long time about this and that, Ye An nodded helplessly and said: "Junior knows, but how should I deal with myself?"
Fan Yong smiled slyly and said: "Of course the priority is to escape! As for how to escape, you can figure it out for yourself! I don't want to tell you too much. After all, you have to explore this court on your own, right?"
Ye An looked at Fan Yong strangely. At this time, he didn't look like his boss, but more like a teacher who taught him how to behave in the court.
"Why did Mr. Fan help me so much?"
Fan Yong glanced at Ye An strangely: "You don't know? Fan Ziyuan is the son of my younger brother, and we are the closest to him!"
"What?!"
Ye An didn't expect Fan Ziyuan to have such a relationship. Who would have thought that Fan Ziyuan, a young minister of Sinong Temple, would actually have an uncle who was the third envoy?
I didn't expect that Fan Ziyuan had hidden it from him for so long. I thought he just had the same surname as Fan Yong, but who would have thought that he was actually an uncle and nephew.
Seeing Ye An's dumbfounded look, Fan Yong glared at him dissatisfied: "Why? Do you think my uncle and nephew don't look alike?!"
"The resemblance, the resemblance is so great. How can Duke Fan's style be comparable to that of Fan Ziyuan? You must have been a hundred times more handsome than him when you were young!"
Fan Yong laughed loudly, pointed at Ye An and said: "You kid, if you and I don't get closer, you will be suspected of cheating!"
After saying that, his expression changed again, and he lowered his voice and said: "Boy, the current situation in the court is not as simple as you think. Now that we have put down the chaos in Huanzhou, we have also dampened the spirit of the party members. The country and the court are celebrating, but no one is in the limelight.
two?"
Ye An was suddenly startled and looked at Fan Yong in horror. He had thought of this before, but after many years of fighting, he had forgotten it. Thinking about it now, he only felt chilled.
"The dispute between the court and the court, between the saints and the ministers, will inevitably become more and more intense. The greater the power of the saints, the more dissatisfied the civil servants will be, and the older the officials will be. What will happen then?"
Fan Yong's voice was very low, and Ye An had to listen attentively, but he knew that if the old minister in front of him could say such words to him, he was truly sincere.
"Fan Gong, I am powerless in the fight in the court. After returning to the capital, I will give lectures to the officials with peace of mind, go to Sinong Temple to do my business, and do my own business. I won't ask anything else!"
Fan Yong was stunned for a moment, then reached out and patted Ye An: "You boy... oh... you have your own needs, don't force yourself! Wang Xianggong originally placed his hope on you..."
Ye An took out the kettle and took a sip with a smile: "I can't control it. I'm tired. Let's destroy it..."