After it was decided that Tiao Zhangqi would return to Beijing, the final decision was made.
Zhang Yue has always firmly believed that a higher official position than his ability can match is a disaster, not a blessing.
For example, some people are obviously very good-looking, but their photos don’t look like them. In fact, there is no need to worry, this is your own Qi protecting you.
Only if you have talent but don't show it, you are truly talented; if you are smart but don't show it, you are truly smart.
Too many people are amazingly talented when they are young, but then they become mediocre.
Either he overspent a lifetime of talent when he was young; or he received too much attention and went astray.
This is like quantum mechanics. Excessive observation and attention will superimpose a large variable on people.
Therefore, Zhang Yue never thought about how quickly he would be promoted. According to his birth name and the prime minister's father-in-law, Gou had grown up in that humble way and slowly gained seniority, and he could become a full-level boss.
But he didn't become an official just for promotion.
Anyone in power knows that names and utensils cannot be faked, but if you don’t borrow famous utensils from the emperor, how can you govern the world?
How to borrow? How much to borrow?
The emperor was also in a dilemma. He did not give anything and became one person ruling the world.
How to choose between the two ends?
Ruling the world with Huang Shang is not an easy path after all.
The commotion lasted until the third watch, when the banquet had just ended. A small red gauze lantern or ball hung on the Xuande Gate, and the emperor had already set off to return to the palace. After the sound of a whip, hundreds of thousands of lights in Aoshan were all extinguished in an instant.
It was night and the people dispersed in all directions, but the excitement of Shangyuan Night was only half over. Daxiangguo Temple, Kaibao Temple and other temples and Taoist temples all burned incense on this night. There are also poetry gatherings, hall gatherings, theater gatherings, etc. among the people. A large number of people gather in Goulanwashe, and men, women, old and young all compete to watch the female sumo wrestling competition.
The prostitutes who were good at singing and dancing sang Liu Yong and Su Shi's poems all night long.
The people continued to travel that night and had to play until dawn.
This is an era when martial arts are weak but humanity is prosperous.
Pursue culture and love life.
It seems like the peaceful Vienna described before World War II, the art capital of the world, but it could not escape the end of being annexed.
We loved him and lost him.
If history has not changed.
…
After the emperor left, all the officials went down to the tower.
The chief ministers inevitably congratulated Zhang Yue, and Zhang Yue responded to them one by one.
Zhang Yue, who was worshiped as a bachelor of the Zizhengdian Palace, not only stabilized his position in politics, but the next step was either to be a privy envoy or directly to become the prime minister.
Moreover, he was thirty-five years old and at the peak of his energy.
Han Jiang and Wang Gui took Zhang Yue's position and helped him. Although General Xu's official career depended on the support of the emperor, he was also quite close to Zhang Yue. These people were the happiest.
The rest of them kept their words secret and looked very calm.
Yuan Jiang finally made some concessions to Zhang Yue in terms of etiquette. The emperor had appointed him at the bottom of the ranking, and Lao Yuan seemed to be someone who could afford to take things down. Wang Lian and Li Chengzhi are also average, without any mental imbalance.
Zhang Yue suddenly gained the position, but he was not arrogant at all and dealt with it calmly.
If you are proud of your position, you are a small person, and others will know at a glance that you are almost done.
How to act neither humble nor arrogant in front of a powerful boss?
The answer is simple, as long as you are also a boss.
If not, just behave normally. The boss is far more reasonable and good at understanding people than you think.
The princes rode away, each with a group of Yuan followers behind them.
But seeing Feng Jing sitting on his horse and standing on the side of the road, Zhang Yue saw this and urged his horse forward and asked, "What do you have to say, Prime Minister?"
Feng Jing said: "Da Shen, after regaining Qingtang this time, we still have to attack Xia from this road, right?"
Zhang Yue said: "I was just about to listen to the Prime Minister's advice."
Feng Jing said: "I don't have any high opinions. Sima Jun and I have the same view. Attacking Qingtang will not be worth the gain, but attacking Xia will be defeated!"
Zhang Yue looked at Feng Jing silently, and Feng Jing said to Zhang Yue: "If we look at it, everything in the world will either be a great success or a great failure. There is no other way."
"The Xia Kingdom has been running for hundreds of years, and the Khitan relies on it for support, so it cannot be destroyed by me. But if we do it superficially, it is better not to do it, otherwise the more we use, the more mistakes we make. These years of conquering the West are like pearls. The bird gains little and loses much.”
Zhang Yue's expression changed as he read Feng Jing's words. Feng Jing cupped his hands and said, "Duzhi, my words don't sound nice, but every word I say is from the bottom of my heart."
Zhang Yue knew that from another time and space, Feng Jing and Sima Guang's claims were not necessarily unreasonable. The Song Dynasty had repeatedly attacked Xixia for decades. Although Hengshan was finally captured, Xixia had been struggling to hold on. After consuming so much national power, the Jin soldiers finally captured Bianjing.
But according to this principle, the more you mess around, the more mistakes you make?
Feng Jing said: "Du Zhi, I know you have made great achievements, but Jia Yue treated you well back then. He was ill a few days ago and talked to his left and right about Qingmiao and Baojia, but they all lost. The four troubles of Shi Yi and the country are not eliminated. He will die with his eyes open. The ministers of the imperial court will flatter their masters, use weapons rashly, and look down upon the Western barbarians. They will be defeated in the future!"
"People who are dying at home will not be jealous of your achievements! Why bother making mistakes again and again? I will say this and say goodbye!"
After Feng Jing finished speaking, he rode away.
Zhang Yue watched Feng Jing's figure blend into the lights outside the palace.
Feng Jing's words wiped away most of his joy today, and his mood turned solemn. The most painful thing about being in politics is that your friends and teachers also opposed your political views in the past.
Zhang Yue is not afraid of the hostility of his political opponents, but he is afraid of the opposition of his friends and teachers.
Fu Bi admired him so much back then that he recommended him to make the exam, but now he has been evaluated as "the court minister's desire to please the master".
There is also Sima Guang, who also appreciated him and supported him back then.
There was also Feng Jing, the two had a very good relationship back then.
But now, for them, their pioneering efforts on Xihe Road are poison to the country.
Zhang Yueyi rode out of the palace on horseback and looked at the bright moon in the sky. He couldn't help but smile when he thought of Su Shi who couldn't control his mouth but spoke the truth to everyone.
After walking out of the palace gate, Tang Jiu and Huang Haoyi greeted him. Zhang Yue asked, "Where is Madam?"
Zhang Yue went looking for a way out and rode his horse for a while on the imperial street.
He saw Shi Qi Niang holding the hands of her two sons and picking up Shangyuan lanterns at the colorful shed on the roadside.
Zhang Yuele got off his horse, and his followers stepped forward to clear the way.
He signaled to the left and right not to disturb him, and he stood behind him silently watching Qi Niang carry the lantern.
Seeing that there were fewer people on the left and right, Qi Niang felt something strange and turned around to see Zhang Yue in purple robe standing behind her.
The Seventeenth Mother said angrily: "Official, how can people do business with you like this?"
Zhang Yue had no choice but to smile.
Some people on the left and right recognized Zhang Yue and said with a smile, "Is this Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Yue smiled and nodded.
"It's really Mr. Zhang!"
After hearing this, the people rushed to see Zhang Yue's style.
Seeing this, the Seventeenth Mother had no choice but to say to the shopkeeper: "If you pick these ten, the money will be calculated on you. How much will you save?"
Zhang Yue found it funny that Qi Niang was born into a wealthy family and was not careful about money and things. However, she had been a bad person in recent years and actually bargained with the store.
The shop owner also boldly said: "We make a living with a small business. Although I am the wife of the Prime Minister, I can't save a few pennies."
Hearing this, the people on both sides laughed.
Zhang Yueyan said: "Shopkeeper, I bought all the lanterns in your stall and sent them to Zhang's house."
Hearing this, the people booed.
The woman on the side pulled her husband's ear and said unwillingly: "Look how much Mr. Zhang loves his wife."
The husband said: "How can I compare? Mr. Zhang just conquered the west for the imperial court!"
"Xianggong Zhang will assist the emperor in destroying the Xia Kingdom in the future."
"We have been in the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years, and we only have such a character. So what if he loves his wife?"
After the meeting, Zhang Yue and his family just left.
During the Lantern Festival, people traveled out in large numbers, and people were walking around on the street. Zhang Yue also ordered his servants not to shout, but to just squeeze past.
The eldest son Zhang Gen and the second son Zhang Cheng were very fond of holding several lanterns in their hands. Zhang Yue said to the Seventeenth Niang beside him: "It was also the same Lantern Festival back then. My wife and I fell in love on the street."
The Seventeenth Mother smiled happily when she heard this, looked at Zhang Yue and asked, "Sir, do you still have the ram's horn lantern I gave you back then?"
Zhang Yue was sweating on his forehead, this was a serious proposition.
"Um?"
Seeing the Seventeenth Mother asking slightly displeasedly, Zhang Yue had no choice but to answer honestly: "I don't know where to put it after I marry my wife."
"I see," Seventeenth Mother nodded slightly, then pointed her finger and said, "Guanren, I also like the lanterns at that stall!"
Zhang Yue saw Qi Niang pointing forward, only to see hundreds of lanterns of various kinds placed in this stall.
At this moment, Zhang Yue, as a dignified prime minister, also felt that his money was tight.
Zhang Yue then used his [special move]: "Look, madam, you are playing tricks on Mr. Bao!"
But I saw a group of dance troupes playing Bao Lao, wearing various masks and puppets, jumping around.
Young Zhang Cheng clapped his hands happily.
The Seventeenth Mother heard this and laughed, but did not mention Zhang Yue buying lanterns. The family watched people performing juggling on the roadside, swallowing iron swords alive, and fish jumping out of sword doors. They were all surprised and it was particularly lively and beautiful.
Zhang Yue felt the excitement. In the past, he took his girls to watch the lanterns, but now he watches the lanterns as a family.
"Daddy, I can't see it!" Zhang Cheng said coquettishly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yue picked up Zhang Cheng on the horse and sat in his arms.
Zhang Gen was unconvinced and said, "Dad, I want to get on the horse too!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yue had no choice but to dismount and let his two sons sit on the horse while he led them under the horse.
After walking for a while, everyone complained that they were hungry, so they sat at the noodle stall and ate noodles.
Zhang Yue was also sitting and eating noodles with the common people. Here he could look at the dotted river lanterns on the Bianhe River, and in the distance were the lights of thousands of houses in Bianjing.
The people around him didn't know Zhang Yue at first, but later they gave up their seats and greeted him respectfully.
Zhang Yue said: "I don't want to disturb the people, you don't have to do this."
The people all said: "Xianggong Zhang is here, how dare we make a mistake?"
After saying this, the people all dispersed.
Zhang Yue shook his head and said: "Where did Mr. Zhang come from? He is just from a poor family in Fujian."
After Zhang Yue ordered people to collect the money, his entourage rummaged through his bags and found that all the money he had just spent to buy lanterns and provide Seventeen Niangs with groceries along the way.
Zhang Yue had no choice but to shamelessly say to the store owner: "Store store, how much can we save by eating these?"
The shop owner was so shocked that his jaw almost dislocated.
The Seventeenth Mother laughed when she saw this, and ordered her maid to meet with Chao Fang to relieve Zhang Yue's embarrassment.
Zhang Cheng, who was standing aside, asked Zhang Gen, "Brother, dad often says that he comes from a poor family. What does this mean?"
Zhang Gen said: "Just remember, it means a bumpkin."
"Oh. I understand." Zhang Cheng nodded.
Ps: Happy New Year, brothers and sisters, may you have good luck and may you make a lot of money!
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