At the foot of Xuchang City, in front of Emperor Xian and Cao Cao, Liu Bei had a warm smile on his face and looked at Fang Guang as if the two of them had been close friends for many years.
"Datong, I haven't seen you in two years. I didn't expect that you would become the mainstay of Meng De's command with your yellow turban appearance. Let's not talk about right and wrong that day, just talk about destiny, God's will favors you, you can be the leader of all people in the world!"
Liu Bei had already deduced in his mind no less than a hundred times how to speak when he saw Fang Guang.
Downplaying Fang Guang's political achievements, attributing all the credit to the unpredictable providence, and at the same time branding him as the Yellow Turban, was the strategy Big Er had in mind to deal with Fang Guang.
He glanced at Fang Guang's side and glared at his white-robed young man from Changshan. He was worried about the dangers of mountains and rivers. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and took a few steps back.
It was only when I leaned against Yun Chang's broad chest that I felt a little safer.
"Liu Xuande, of course you have to mention the disputes in the plains that day. In order to please the unscrupulous people, you set up traps at the front and plotted murders at the back. How can you get through it with just a word of right and wrong?"
"As for Heaven's favor? I am studying in Dongjun, and the population of Yanzhou is no less than one million. It is one of the nine states. There will no longer be the misery of thousands of people wandering around, and there will be no roosters crowing for thousands of miles."
"Building Xuchang for the sake of the Ming Dynasty can expand the territory thousands of miles and consolidate the people's hearts in one corner for a long time!"
"Compared with Xuande's arrival in Qingzhou, Tian Kai's defeat and escape to Xuzhou, Tao Qian's sudden death, his hand in Pi, all the people withered, and even living with Lu Bu as a tiger and wolf, he is much smarter now!"
Liu Bei wanted to downplay right and wrong and highlight the identity gap.
Fang Guang's detailed information, and Liu Bei's resume, are much more persuasive than the vague "Heaven Favors".
Even Liu Xie, who had been bewitched by Big Ear, couldn't help but frown after hearing Fang Guang's words.
His Majesty only felt that the gentle and elegant words of the yellow turban boy in front of him were comparable to those of the ministers of the imperial court and the scribes of the Imperial Academy, and were completely different from those arrogant and crazy yellow turban soldiers in his mind.
"Boy, what nonsense are you talking about? What kind of unscrupulous people are you? The Chen family was the one who gave us grain, rice, and thousands of dendrobium that day. You caused the Pingyuan family to wither, and the eldest brother has no soldiers to use, so why are you bragging?"
"Fang Guang, you are not qualified to discuss politics!"
Liu Bei couldn't reply to Fang Guang's retort, so he could only pretend to be a gentle man, disdaining to argue, standing with his hands behind his hands and smiling, forcing him to be satisfied.
Zhang Fei and Guan Yu took pity on their eldest brother and stood up to help him speak, but their words were vulgar and insubstantial, reducing the argument in front of them to the level of swearing in the countryside.
The two most respectable people beside Liu Xie were the emperor's retinues, except for Prince Jing of Zhongshan, Liu Da'er.
There is another person, Dong Zhao, the Huangmen servant.
The old secret agent of the aristocratic family was very familiar with Emperor Xian's temperament. Otherwise, he would not have persuaded Liu Xie to cross Henan from Hexi in just a few words.
Old Liu entered the palace, met His Majesty, and won a lot of favors from Dong Zhao. Now that he was said to be speechless, Dong Zhao was actually very happy, but he also knew that he could not let the child in yellow scarf get the full color today.
"Fang Datong, I am Dong Zhao, your Majesty's servant. I know that you have some talents. You and Xuande have been in the past, but in front of your Majesty, you are as insignificant as a mote of dust!"
"Nowadays, the Han Dynasty is prosperous. Since you are talented, I would like to ask you, what should your majesty do when you enter Xudu?"
Dong Zhao was very insidious. He asked Fang Guangda about his political affairs in front of Cao Cao, the civil and military leader of the court.
Firstly, he expected that Fang Guang was just a yellow turban martial artist who was good at farming and was just fine at fighting, but in terms of serious politics, he might not be much better.
Secondly, Fang Guang was a counselor under Cao Cao, skipping his lord and talking about world affairs, which was considered taboo for ministers. Even if Fang Guang answered well and was insightful, he would unknowingly drive a wedge between the two of them.
Fang Guang's heart is toward the sun, and his life is pragmatic. He doesn't care about the many twists and turns.
Fang Guang just looked at Huangmen Shilang coldly, and slowly spoke under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, including the emperor and ministers of the court.
"Your Majesty has been trapped between tigers and wolves for a long time. Today he comes to Xuchang to protect the Ming Dynasty. The important thing at the moment is to reward the heroes of the world!"
"The Duke of Ming Dynasty is heroic and resolute. The position of the Three Dukes reflects the talents. Nine states are divided. Your Majesty has nothing to do but the great righteousness of the time. Now that you are here, the position of the center is determined in the land of Yuzhou. It is a great good thing!"
In front of Xuchang City, all the officials were listening to Fang Guang's discussion of major political affairs. At first, everyone had a look of disdain on their faces, but by the time Fang Guang finished speaking, nine times out of ten, the disdain turned into horror.
The words of the former Yellow Turban Colonel were pragmatic and clear, almost rude.
The purpose was to ask for a reward for Cao Cao before Emperor Xian entered the city, and to define what Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty should and should not do in Xuchang.
Although Liu Xie was down and out, he was still a great person. From what Fang Guang said, he only had the name of emperor, and that was all he could think of. His face turned red and he couldn't say a word.
Not far from Emperor Xian's side, Zhong Yao gritted his teeth and scolded Fang Guang for being rude and overstepping.
The leader of the Guanzhong family had just opened his mouth when his sleeve was pulled by someone beside him.
Zhong Yao's heart was moved, and he turned his head to look. Sima Yi, the son of his friend Sima Fang, a tall and straight young man named Zhongda, looked at him and shook his head slowly.
In the summer of 196 AD, in the eyes of the world, the powerful minister who seemed to have been born with the appearance of an old man, gloomy and scheming, was a seventeen-year-old boy.
Sima Yi, the second eldest son of Sima Bada, devoted himself to Confucianism in Guanzhong. Although he did not have the reputation of Wolong, Fengchu, Qilin, or Meilang, he was loved by everyone in the aristocratic family for his low-key wisdom.
Sima Yi has adhered to the motto of life since he was a child: words are worse than silence, and he does not like to talk about anything. But everyone in the family knows that as long as he opens his mouth, it must be at a critical moment.
"Mr. Zhong, what I say is impeccable. Every word is cloud and dragon. It occupies the position of heaven and earth. If you force yourself to refute, you will not only lose the pattern, but also create trouble in Cao Gong's heart!"
"Don't speak!"
The middle-aged man, who was several dozen years old, was very convinced by the young Sima Yi in front of him. He gritted his teeth and nodded, and then returned to the group of ministers.
Sure enough, Cao Cao saw that Emperor Xian looked unhappy, and for a long time no one among the ministers spoke, stroking their beards and letting out their signature long smiles.
"Datong, you are obviously asking for an official position in front of His Majesty. I am a Han minister and it is my duty to be loyal. You will cause trouble for me!"
"How respected the Three Lords are, but I may not be able to live in them!"
Although Cao Cao's words were reproaches, they were almost overflowing with sweetness. What Fang Guang said resonated with him. Fang Guang also had a special status and wore the title of Yellow Turban Colonel.
There were some words that Fang Guang was about to say, even if they were more straightforward, no one would blame the prefect of Dongjun.
He and Fang Guang echoed the idea that before Emperor Xian entered the palace, the people of Xuchang, the civil and military officials under his command, and so many useless ministers, they wanted to finalize the position of the top official.
After all, Cao Cao is a hero. What he did in his previous life, he will still do in this life!
The Han minister in his heart, even if he is a minister, should be a minister like Huo Guang, who acts unscrupulously and covers the sky with one hand!
Regardless of the affairs of future generations, at least when it comes to managing the world, everyone in the world should decide who is the master of Xuchang.