(eleven)
Sun Ge frowned and nodded, knowing what he was doing.
In the history books, there is a colorful statement about Song Gaozong Zhao Gao.
On the one hand, Yue Fei, Han Shizhong and others were eager to serve the country and resist the Jin army.
On the one hand, he shamelessly appointed Wang Boyan, Huang Qianshan, Qin Hui, etc. to be responsible for negotiating peace with Jin.
The word "peace" is very clever.
"Don't take it lightly. The whirlpool of power, the despicability and darkness of human nature, have no bottom line."
"Continue to pay attention. If there is any news in the future and I have missed something due to my busy schedule outside, you must try your best to inform me as soon as possible."
Xin Wenyu's face darkened and he hesitated, "What does father mean, General Yue is in danger of his life?"
"The situation shouldn't be this bad."
"At any rate, General Yue still has a hundred thousand troops from the Yue family who have a reputation for being good at conquering and fighting. Even if the people in power in Lin'an don't like General Yue, they still have to take it into consideration."
Sun Ge raised his eyes, raised the corners of his lips mockingly, and stared at Xin Wenyu silently.
Xin Wenyu is not ignorant, but like Yue Fei, he still retains a fragile innocence towards the once prosperous and prosperous Song Dynasty.
The glory of Bianliang City once was the faint opportunity and hope to persevere in the hearts of countless people of the Song Dynasty.
This innocence becomes a filter, beautifying the ugliness.
Xin Wenyu's scalp was numb and his spine felt cold.
The window was obviously closed, but it made him feel the bone-chilling cold.
"Please ask father for advice."
Xin Wenyu lowered his head and humbly asked for advice.
Sunge looked away and said coldly, "Can you save the land of China, which is in ruins, by just deceiving yourself and others?"
"Wen Yu, reading history makes people wise."
"For thousands of years, power has been strife, and how many famous generals have died in conspiracy and calculations, and become victims of the struggle for power?"
"Perhaps those conspirators like bugs in the gutter are still chuckling that it is easier and more fulfilling to kill famous generals."
"After all, it's just too easy to break."
"The death of a famous general is a tragedy for the world, but for those bugs, it is something to show off."
"Huizong Zhao Ji died a few years ago, but Emperor Jingkang Zhao Huan, His Majesty's brother who is currently in the Lin'an court, is still alive and is held in the hands of the Jin people."
"When Zhao Huan returns, how will Zhao Gou deal with himself?"
"Zhao Huan is the legitimate eldest son of Huizong, the crown prince, and the former emperor of the Song Dynasty."
"If it were you, how would you choose?"
"Those in the Lin'an court, such as Qin Hui and Wan Qixi, obviously chose the same path as Zhao Gou. After all, there is only one emperor and one minister."
"They are smart."
"Wen Yu, open your eyes and take an objective look at the land of China today."
Xin Wenyu frowned and his eyes were dull. After a while, he slowly said, "Father, this is not the only way."
"Obviously, His Majesty the Lin'an Court can choose another path to regain the lost territory, wash away the shame of Jingkang, secure the throne with undisputed achievements that can shine through the annals of history, and recreate the peerless splendor of the Song Dynasty."
"By then, even if we welcome back the Supreme Emperor, it won't hurt."
"Or, just be more selfish and cruel, and die to save the world."
"How can you, out of selfish desires for power, put countless people in danger and watch the Jin people's brutal slaughter with a cold eye."
Sun Ge filled Xin Wenyu's wine glass and handed it over, "Let's calm down our violently ups and downs first."
Xin Wenyu drank all the wine in the glass, and the excitement in his eyes did not subside in the slightest. Sun Ge sighed, "Because he can't do it."
"There's no doubt about that."
"He neither has the talent to clean up the old mountains and rivers, nor the confidence to risk his life and death with the Jin people, nor the magnanimity to tolerate others."
"Simply put, it just doesn't work."
"He is cowardly, selfish, cowardly, fearful, greedy and despicable."
"He neither dares nor is willing to gamble with the power he already has."
"This Song Dynasty is probably over."
Outside the mountains, there are buildings outside the Qingshan Tower,
When does the West Lake singing and dancing close?
The warm breeze makes tourists drunk,
Just call Hangzhou Bianzhou.
What the literati can see, how can politicians not see it?
"Wen Yu, what goes up is what works but what goes down, there is no room for optimism."
"So, don't take any chances and think that General Yue's 100,000 Yue family troops are his talisman, let alone think that the reputation of a patriotic general can be taken into consideration by those in power."
"When a despicable and unscrupulous person wants to get rid of someone, he doesn't need any real evidence, he just needs to weigh the pros and cons and his personal likes and dislikes."
Following Sunge's words, the light in Xin Wenyu's eyes dissipated little by little, and his whole person looked depressed.
"Father, if, if our plan had progressed, if time had passed and power had taken over, would we still be as sincere as we are now?"
"Will we be like the court in Lin'an, guarding our vested interests, playing both sides, preserving our strength, and standing in troubled times?"
The clay oven where the wine was cooked gradually went out.
The warm wine also cooled down a little bit.
The biting cold wind seemed to have increased its power and blew open the closed windows.
The cold wind filled the throat, choking people to the point of tears.
Sun Ge held Xin Qiji in his arms, turned his back, and said happily and firmly, "I don't know how to be a father."
"A gentleman stands in the world and does what he does and what he doesn't do."
"Wen Yu, not all those in high positions are so unbearable."
"There was the First Emperor who dared to fight and bet, who was not afraid of stigma or malice, and would rather bear insults for the sake of future generations, and there was Emperor Taizong Wen who single-handedly created the Zhenguan rule."
"As a father, I want to imitate such a great man, not a rat who knows no pain."
"If it were you, would you do it?"
Sunge asked Xin Wenyu the question.
Xin Wenyu solemnly said, "Father, my son is willing to sacrifice his life for the cause of fighting against gold."
"I don't want to see the desperate beacon fires in one city after another."
"I don't want to see piles of charred bones, and I can't bear to see the old face in the old city again."
"Father, my son has awakened."
Sun Ge chuckled, did this mean that he was willing to be killed and dared to pull the emperor off his horse?
Xin Qiji, who was in Sunge's arms, also kept waving his fist, and accidentally hit Sunge's chin.
Sunge:......
Fortunately, his teeth are strong enough, otherwise he would have turned into a bad old man who talks nonsense before his great cause is accomplished.
Tsk tsk tsk, it damages the image.
Sunge rubbed his chin, "He is indeed my eldest grandson. When he doesn't understand people, he knows how to cheer his grandfather up."
Xin Qiji giggled and waved his little fist more and more vigorously.
…
The winter days leave quietly as the breath turns into frost.
Light winter.
Late winter.
It seems, pretty much the same.
The lost land also celebrates the New Year.
The house was in full swing, and even the manor at the foot of the mountain was more cheerful than usual.
News from various places came day after day in the wind and snow.
After several months of rest, Wanyan Wushu once again began to think about going south, wanting to destroy the Song Dynasty in one fell swoop and swallow this piece of fat completely.
The natural moat was no longer a perfect shelter. The Southern Song Dynasty court had no choice but to fight and protect this corner of peace.
