The windows are brighter when the lamp is blown, the moon shines on the snow all day long, the cold wind in winter is biting, and the human heart floats like water.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, after an absence of several months, when Lu Hanjiang, the new commander, returned to the capital, it was like a big hand smoothing all the turbulence on the great river in the capital.
It seems that everything has returned to tranquility, and is as heavy as death silence. There are relatively few visible needles, but the invisible undercurrent is stirring crazily under this calmness.
Late at night, the lights were bright in the Yang family's study room. Yang Xuan, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, sat in front of the desk like a sculpture, thinking sadly for a long time. Finally, he called the servant outside the door and ordered: "Go and call the young master."
The servants left in response, and not long after, the sleepy Yang Zhiyuan, the young master of the Yang family, walked into the study. He yawned and complained: "Dad, do you always know what time it is? If there is anything you can't do tomorrow, explain?"
Yang Xuan, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, is already in his early fifties this year, with sparse white hair on the sideburns. Yang Zhiyuan is his son, not only his legitimate son but also his only son. He is usually spoiled to the extreme, which is why he develops such an unpredictable temperament. .
"Stand still, my father has something to ask you." Yang Xuan changed his usual conniving attitude and said with a rare serious face.
Yang Zhiyuan has been doted on by his parents and grandparents, and he is no longer afraid of his father. He is not angry at this moment. He casually sat on the side, half-opened his sleepy eyes, picked up the empty teacup, and muttered Said: "If you have anything to say, please tell me!"
Yang Xuan's eyes widened, but he realized that he could no longer scare his son. Years of doting had made his father's majesty disappear, so he had no choice but to soften his attitude. He sighed and said: "Son, our family is about to be in trouble." Do you know?"
These words made Yang Zhiyuan jump out of his chair. He rubbed his eyes and said in shock: "Dad, you are not going to rebel, are you?!"
"fart!"
Yang Xuan stood up as soon as he slapped the table and cursed: "You, me and I are loyal to the emperor and patriotic. The sun and the moon can be seen, and the heaven and the earth can be used as a lesson! Now the country is peaceful and the people are living and working in peace and contentment. What kind of rebellion do I want to do!"
"Oh, all right"
Yang Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, then sat back lazily and said impatiently: "Dad, since you don't rebel, our family has Jin Yiwei as its back, so what big trouble can it cause?"
"The trouble lies with this Jin Yiwei."
Yang Xuanchang sighed for a while, and said: "Master Meng has been promoted to Taifu now. He seems to have a high status, but in fact he has no real power. Moreover, Master Meng's whereabouts are still unknown. He visited the Meng Mansion several times as his father, but he was not allowed to enter." ah."
Yang Zhiyuan disagreed: "So what, although Mr. Meng is gone, isn't there still Mr. Lu?"
"Alas," Yang Xuan sighed again and shook his head, "This Mr. Lu is different from Mr. Meng, and he is too different."
Lu Hanjiang and Meng Yuan are indeed different. When Mr. Meng came to power, he had clear control over every position in the court. Those who were willing to hang out with me were given promotions and promotions, and those who were not willing to hang out with me. Yes, then suppress it hard.
The most important thing is that the old emperor, who had not gone to court for many years and was hiding in the harem to cultivate immortality, clearly stated that he supported Meng Yuan. Even the three major factories in the inner palace turned to the old man at this moment.
Therefore, the old man was able to quickly seize the initiative in the court. At that time, apart from old master Luo and other die-hards who were unwilling to join in the conspiracy, only Wen Kongheng, who commanded the imperial army, could compete with him, but that was all.
When the old man was in power, he was truly one person inferior to ten thousand people. Even if the opposition force was not small, it could not shake his foundation and could only earn some face by fighting words.
But now that Lu Hanjiang has come to power, he has changed the old man's tough friend-or-enemy policy, and instead adopted a series of indescribable policies. In the vernacular, it can be said in two words: bad.
Commander Lu still welcomes those who are willing to continue to join the Jin Yiwei. Those who are not willing to follow suit, Commander Lu is too lazy to take care of them. In short, he just likes to have fun, not to play.
He did not take the initiative, refused, and was irresponsible. Since Commander Lu took over, Jin Yiwei's influence in the court has been weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After all, the influence of a political party is not achieved by words, but by doing things, by pulling one faction to defeat another faction. This is how they compete for the right to speak in the court.
When possible, Meng Yuan commanded the officials under his command to target the other side with a clear-cut stand. They won the battle to everyone's delight, defeated Jin Yiwei's pocket, and were basically invincible.
Now that Lu Hanjiang was happy to throw away the shopkeeper, leaving a bunch of ministers confused in the court, Jin Yiwei's withdrawal was completely unreasonable.
At first, everyone was worried that they were playing hard to get, but after several scoldings in the court caused red eyes, everyone ignored it. Regardless of whether Jin Yiwei was holding back his evil, they killed one by one first.
After several commotions, Mr. Luo finally felt elated, while the officials from the Jinyiwei faction were panicked.
Yang Xuan was a person who had taken a clear stand and pledged his support to Meng Yuan, but now that Jinyiwei had changed its leader and seemed to be declining, he began to murmur in his heart.
Ever since, Yang Xuan spent a lot of time telling his son what he was worried about.
After Yang Zhiyuan listened, he waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Father, you are absolutely wrong!"
"How dare you talk to me!" Yang Xuan cursed angrily at first, then calmed down and snorted coldly: "Humph, you have such a loud tone, tell me what went wrong as a father. .”
Yang Xuan stood up, cleared his throat, and said sternly: "Didn't you hear about the old story of King Zhui of Huayi? As the saying goes, a loyal minister does not serve two kings, and a virgin does not change her husband. Yesterday, the Jinyi Guards were powerful, and my Yang family relies on them. Today, When it declined, my Yang family abandoned it. Father, aren't you afraid that in the future, people will call my Yang family the Chao Qin Mu Chu, and laugh at us as slaves with three surnames?"
"Bastard, is this how Master teaches you to cite scriptures?" Yang Xuan frowned: "Jinyiwei is the emperor's family dog, and he should not have reached out to court. One day, as a father, he succumbed to the power of his father and the party was attached to him. Now he is looking back. Abandon darkness and embrace light!”
However, Yang Zhiyuan knelt down and urged: "Father, what is the affiliation of the party? The Jinyiwei are the emperor's personal soldiers. What Mr. Lu says is the emperor's will, and what Mr. Lu does is the emperor's order. Our family is attached to the Jinyiwei. , this is serving His Majesty!"
Yang Xuan was dumbfounded by what he said, and Yang Zhiyuan continued to speak sincerely: "Father, Jin Yiwei and His Majesty are the same party. Mr. Lu is an unparalleled loyal minister in history. Those so-called Qingliu who arbitrarily exercise power in the court are all traitors and traitors." , you can’t pursue a false reputation and get into real trouble!”
Yang Xuan stared at his son with wide eyes, and sighed after a long time: "My son has penetrated the essence of thick black, and he is not as good as a father."
"." Yang Zhiyuan's face fell. Can he still want such a bad father? Can anyone bury his own son like this?
After Yang Xuan sat down, he said in a deep voice: "Please step aside and let me think about it carefully."
"Son, resign."
Yang Zhiyuan bowed and stepped back. He raised his head after leaving the study. A bright moon hung high in the night sky. He seemed to be deep in thought. He looked back at the figures pacing back and forth in the study and couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, a cold wind blew. In the cold winter, this evil wind was extremely freezing. He quickly shrank his neck and walked towards his house with small steps.
(End of chapter)
