(Four)
"Before Qiji grows up, whether he is groveling or flattering, he will fully integrate himself into the Southern Song Dynasty court, develop his wings, until his branches are flourishing, and step by step he will reach a position where one person is inferior to ten thousand people."
"As a father, I have come to an age where I know my destiny. I don't care about reputation or reputation."
To put it simply, it is to follow a path similar to that of Zhang Juzheng.
Xin Wenyu frowned and his eyes flickered. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Father, this move is full of twists and turns and may be difficult to achieve."
"Just like what my father said just now, the Southern Song Dynasty court may not necessarily trust others and abandon illness. In the same way, as a reformer, my father will also be jealous."
"Although we have been away from the Southern Song Dynasty court for many years, we have also heard a little bit about the ups and downs in the power center of Lin'an."
"Father, my son is not optimistic about this road."
Sun Ge's eyes were obscure and complicated. Xin Wenyu felt that this road was so smooth now, and he hoped that he would not turn back after a while.
"second."
Sunge paused and reminded Xin Wenyu to be mentally prepared.
"Let's rebel."
"From now on, we will accumulate strength according to the standard of rebellion and wait for the opportunity to raise the flag of rebellion."
"Since the kings of the Southern Song Dynasty were timid and timid, and their attitude towards the Jin people was capricious, instead of always worrying about being stabbed in the back, it would be better to organize an armed force independent of the Jin people and the Southern Song Dynasty, and control their destiny in their own hands."
"No, how can such a glorious and upright thing be called a rebellion? It must be said that the Kuangfu Han family will conquer the world."
"It has to be called an uprising."
"As the saying goes, princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have their own kind!"
Sun Ge's words were impassioned and high-spirited. A bad old man who was nearly fifty years old performed the role of a young boy who was just a classmate.
Xin Wenyu was stunned.
His eyes were wide open, his expression was distorted, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth were twitching. Then, he closed his eyes and opened them again, trying to speak, but his tongue seemed to be frozen, unable to make a complete sound.
Sunge pouted, stepped forward and patted Xin Wenyu's cramped cheek, "Calm down."
Xin Wenyu swallowed heavily, still feeling frightened, and the ends of his eyes were slightly red due to surprise: "Father, father."
"My son seems to be hearing hallucinations."
"No auditory hallucinations, coward." Sunge said calmly.
Xin Wenyu:......
There is no need to be so straightforward.
Seeing Xin Wenyu come to his senses, Sun Ge continued to ask directly, "What about this choice?"
Xin Wenyu picked up the cold tea on the desk and drank it all in one gulp, forcing himself to calm down his wildly beating nerves.
"Father, although my son drank cold tea, he is definitely not trying to encourage others to destroy his own prestige or pour cold water on you. There is really a huge gap between ideals and wishful thinking."
"You and I are living in a ruined area, living with our tails between our legs, enduring the humiliation, for fear that the golden man will see something fishy and we will be wiped out."
"Even my long-cherished wishes, in the past, I only dared to express them with my mouth while tossing and turning late at night."
"Relying on the intelligence and information we have collected over the years by privately training our servants, a rebellion, no, an uprising, is nothing more than striking an egg against a stone."
"Father, how about we choose the first option?"
Xin Wenyu's expression was constantly tingling.
Sun Ge was silent. She knew that although Xin Wenyu's words were disappointing, they were also sensible enough.
"Wen Yu, the meaning of being a father is not achieved overnight."
"It's about accumulation and waiting for opportunities."
"Times make heroes."
"As long as we make preparations in advance, manage our power, pave the way, and build our reputation, we may not be able to transform into a dragon in the face of great changes in the future."
"However, if Wen Yu prefers the first choice, then my father will also consider it."
“Difficult doesn’t mean it’s impossible.”
"It's just that the root of his hesitation as a father is not because of the difficulty, but because he is not sure whether he can truly save the Southern Song Dynasty court after making small repairs and repairing the lost territory, and whether the king of the Zhao family can learn from the pain and stand up."
"Looking at the Song Dynasty for nearly a hundred years, there was no Liao Dynasty, and there was still Jin Dynasty."
"Then in the future, who knew that after Dajin there would definitely not be a new powerful enemy rising up and becoming a fierce tiger or a lion?"
"It doesn't matter how far away you are, think carefully about how much blood has been drained and how many loyal ministers have been let down by the rise of the two emperors of Huiqin."
"Rather than saying that the Jin cavalry destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty, it would be better to say that they destroyed themselves."
"My father knows that you still have luck with the Southern Song Dynasty and do not believe in evil, but you must understand that no matter how good the generals are in conquering and fighting and serving the country loyally, they will not be able to lead mediocrity and sycophants. Even in the eyes of those people, when the whole world is in turmoil, sober generals Everyone is born with sin!”
Xin Wenyu's already unsteady mind became more and more shaken.
His father's vision and ambition were beyond his reach.
In the same way, the father will not aim at nothing.
I don’t know when my father became so disappointed with the Southern Song Dynasty court.
"The son is useless. He doesn't know that his father has already thought about this."
"My father is more inclined to personally raise a rebel army and clean up the old mountains and rivers, right?"
Sunge didn't nod or shake his head.
She knew that Xin Wenyu was still wavering.
"Wen Yu, I'm not in a hurry as a father at this moment."
"You wait for two months and then give your father an answer."
The twelve gold medals of Song Gaozong Zhao Gou and Qin Hui cooled not only the blood of Yue Jiajun.
Xin Wenyu nodded heavily.
…
As time goes by, the leaves become thicker and denser, the cicadas chirp, and the wind lingering in the air becomes scorched with heat.
Xin Qiji gradually grew taller and no longer looked like a wrinkled and ugly monkey. He was white and tender, with eyes as bright as obsidian. His childish laughter brought rare comfort to the family.
Sun Ge held Xin Qiji in his arms and stood in front of the map, thinking about what he had been taught since childhood, and kept talking.
Xin Qiji blinked at the stars in the night sky, looked at Sunge and smiled stupidly, spitting out a few small bubbles from the corner of his mouth from time to time.
He couldn't understand a word, but it didn't stop him from having fun at all.
With the successive victories of Yue Jiajun, Xin Wenyu's weak expectations for the Southern Song Dynasty court turned into a prairie fire, and he even tried to persuade Sunge. Lin'an was in the ascendant and unstoppable.
Sun Ge held Xin Qiji in his arms and read the Military Book and Classics without changing his expression. He was not in a hurry to refute Xin Wenyu.
Yes, not only Xin Wenyu, but also countless ordinary people who never gave up the struggle in the occupied areas, like Xin Wenyu, felt the ecstasy that the lost land would be recovered, and the expectation that the oppression of the Jin people would end.
After all, this is the closest to success in many years.
"Father?"
Xin Wenyu couldn't understand Sun Ge's profound meaning.
It was clear that the situation of the Song Army was excellent, and Wanyan Wushu was about to abandon his helmet and armor, but his father remained as unmoved as Mount Tai.
Sunge put down the military book in his hand and said calmly, "My father is going on a trip. The return date is uncertain. It can be as short as a few days or as long as half a month."
"You and Mr. Sun are behind closed doors, saying that your father is ill and not seeing visitors."
(End of chapter)
