It was already two o'clock in the morning, and the palace was surrounded by palace guards. Teams of guards were patrolling back and forth, and sentries were posted in the dark. In order to prevent the emperor from resting, the guards all wore thick-soled soft boots and walked as lightly as possible.
The huge bedroom was divided into two rooms by a screen. Several palace maids stood in the outer room waiting for orders. On the jade steps in the inner room, there was a golden nanmu bed with a gauze mosquito net hanging on the bed. After reading "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Yang Guang and Queen Xiao were lying on the bed, staring at the roof with wide eyes in the flickering light and darkness.
Yang Guang thought Queen Xiao was asleep and did not move.
Empress Xiao thought Yang Guang was asleep and did not move.
"Alas!" Yang Guang suddenly sighed and tossed and turned.
"Er Lang is not sleeping?" Queen Xiao turned over and lay on her side looking at her husband.
"Huh!" Yang Guang, who said "huh" casually, suddenly realized something, turned around and asked, "Huh? You didn't sleep either?"
"That's right! Isn't it the King Kong Slave's fault?" Empress Xiao chuckled and said, "The books I read in the past were all written in one go. The Romance of the Three Kingdoms that A Ying gave me only had six episodes. I feel that the later chapters are more exciting, but It said, 'If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation next time.' Oh, it's really annoying."
Yang Guang was happy in his heart, but said disdainfully: "In short, the Eastern Han Dynasty was about the decline of monarchical power and the loss of control over the world. This led to the exclusive power of relatives, the exclusive power of eunuchs, the struggle for power between officials, and the annexation of land by local powerful people. Out of control, the people were in dire straits; it finally triggered the Yellow Turban Rebellion.”
"Those careerists and local tyrants knew that the foundation of the Han Dynasty had been shaken, and the imperial court was powerful and powerful, so they used the opportunity to pacify the Yellow Turbans to gain momentum; then, the frontier army Qin Wang, Dong Zhuo took power, the princes attacked Dong, the heroes separated, the Three Kingdoms stood in triplicate, and the world returned to Jin. The ending is that simple, there’s nothing to look forward to, just go to sleep.”
"Oh!" Queen Xiao lay down and closed her eyes.
The bedroom suddenly became quiet.
After a while, Queen Xiao quietly opened her eyes again, but she saw her husband looking at the roof in a daze. She couldn't help but chuckled and turned over again: "You are still talking about me, aren't you also looking forward to the next plot?"
"Okay! I admit it." Yang Guang also laughed and said: "When someone writes a book, they have to polish it, change the sentences, let relatives and friends read it, and then revise it many times. Make it public. Vajra slave is good. Not only can he write it casually, but he can also read it casually without fear of being refuted completely. Alas, regardless of his writing style, his way of writing a book is disgusting... It's really disgusting. It’s annoying him to death.”
Yang Guang is also a book lover, but unlike Empress Xiao who reads all kinds of books, he likes history books. Such a wonderful story really scratched his itch.
After a moment of silence, Yang Guang said again: "Since A Ying gave it to you, you have someone urge A Ying...let A Ying and the two concubines King Kong Nu do it together."
Queen Xiao's face paused slightly, and she felt as if she was laughing or crying. She said, "Vajra Nu is a state shepherd. He is extremely busy every day. How can he put his time on writing a book?"
"He's so busy." Yang Guang said with a smile: "In the whole Liangzhou, he is the most leisurely King Wei; in the entire Sui Dynasty, he is the most elegant state pastor and official, and he enjoys it more than I, the emperor. Let What happened to him writing "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"?"
"Stop talking about him. If you keep talking, I'm afraid I will bring him back. Go to sleep!"
Queen Xiao sighed: "I can't sleep."
Yang Guang suggested: "Then let's... have a grudge?"
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Another three days passed. In the afternoon, Yang Guang was reviewing memorials in the Qianqiu Hall to the west of the Zhonghua Hall. He approved a memorial, put down his pen, bowed his head to Yang An, and asked: "Yang An, has the manuscript of Vajra Slave arrived?"
Yang An bowed and said: "Sage, according to the messenger's report, King Wei wrote a few more times, but the content was less. He felt that the saint was unhappy with it, so he planned to save it and hand it over to the saint himself."
Yang Guang pondered for a while and said, "That's fine."
Yang An added: "King Wei asked the messenger to bring some tea. He said it was the white-haired witch tea unique to Tianshan. Would you like to try it, saint?"
"Try it!" Yang Guang said casually after reviewing the memorial for several hours and wanting to rest.
"Here!" Yang An quickly sent someone to make a pot of tea, and poured a cup for Yang Guang himself. Yang Guang picked up the white and delicate tea cup, looked at the green tea soup, took a sip gently, and said, "Vajra slave's Compared with the traditional tea soup, tea does have more of the essence of tea. When it is first brewed, there is a refreshing smile, but it makes people feel awake and comfortable. However, this so-called rouge tea is different from other Isn’t there any difference in the tea leaves? What’s weird about this?”
"Sage!" Yang An bowed and said: "According to the messenger's answer, this tea was collected from the tea trees on the cliff of Tiandu Peak in Tianshan Mountain. Of course, there is nothing strange about this. What is strange is that there were hundreds of trees on the cliff. Tea trees, but a strange man named Zhuo Yihang felt that the essence of the sun and moon had been absorbed by too many tea trees, causing the quality and taste of the tea to be divided into hundreds of parts and becoming unpure, so he cut down 99% of the tea trees. In the end, only nine trees were left.”
"The person picking tea must be a strange woman named Lian Nishang. This woman was once let down by Zhuo Yihang. She was so sad that her head turned gray overnight and her personality became moody. People who saw her So she called it the White-haired Witch, and since there were light white hairs on the tea leaves, King Wei named it the White-haired Witch Tea."
Yang Guang looked at Yang An and motioned for him to continue.
"It is said that this tea produces about five or six kilograms per year. Even Zhuo Yihang can't drink it. King Wei became good friends with Master Lian Nishang because he saved the wolf raised by his wife, and he receives two or three kilograms every year."
"Has Lian Nishang pledged himself to you?" Yang Guang thought about it in his mind and decided that this was another name created by Yang Jina's hard work. In the entire Sui Dynasty, that boy was the only one who came up with some incredible things from time to time.
For example, that bullshit "Kunlun Mirror that summons divine light and fire". Locked into the treasure pavilion like his own treasure, even the prince couldn't bear to take a look. As a result, He Chou just played with it for a while and quickly copied countless Kunlun mirrors.
After calculating the cost, it's not worth a penny.
But he showed it off to the court and said that the Kunlun Mirror was a divine weapon.
I have no choice but to make mistakes.
Spicy next door!
"It... doesn't seem to have happened before." Yang An smiled reluctantly.
"Haha..." Yang Guang laughed loudly: "What kind of white witch tea is this? There is so much in the palace, and the annual output is five or six pounds? Is this a lie?"
"I guess he was trying to trick the rich and powerful." Seeing that Yang Guang was happy, Yang An said jokingly: "The rich and powerful in the city like to compare themselves with each other and only buy the expensive ones and not the right ones. After this story, the supply of White Witch Tea will definitely exceed the demand."
"What a profiteer!" Yang Guang leaned back slightly and said with deep emotion: "Auntie is not afraid that there will be no successors. This is simply a matter of talent getting ahead of others. However, the rich and powerful are not short of money, so why not let him cheat?"
After thinking for a while, he simply said: "Although I'm not used to this tea, the Queen likes it, and since Vajra Slave is using it to defraud money, I can't dismantle him. Then let's just use this 'White-haired Witch Tea' Let’s call it a tribute tea and let the vajra slaves pay some tribute to the court every month to offset the tax.”
"Here." Yang An chuckled. With the name of tribute tea, Yang Ji's 'White-haired Witch Tea' wouldn't have to worry about being sold.
After chatting for a while, a chamberlain suddenly came in, bowed down, held a memorial in both hands, and said respectfully: "Sage, King Wei is here to memorialize."
Yang An quickly stepped forward, took it from him, and then handed it to Yang Guang.
Since Yang Ji became an official, he has continued to write memorials.
When the initial Jia Khan invaded the south, the military information jointly reported by Zhang Xutuo, Liu Quan and others were stuck in the Ministry of War for more than ten days. This made Yang Guang realize that many people in the court did not want the Sui Dynasty to be well, so he specially dealt with the royal family. A "green channel" was opened, and all the memorials of Yang Ji, Yang Zhiji, Yang Lun, Yang Jing and other royal families could be sent directly to Zongzheng Temple, avoiding the three provinces of the imperial court, and then sent directly to Zongzheng Temple by Zongzheng Temple. On hand.
In this way, the memorials of the royal family members could avoid the court and go directly to the emperor, allowing him to understand the local reality better and more timely.
After the "green channel" was opened, Yang Ji almost kept writing. His memorials became more and more casual, and almost became his personal diary. They not only recorded what happened in Liangzhou, but also published emotions and essays about these events. Each memorial was a policy and political commentary. .
For example, there are many insightful views on the current situation of the continuous suppression of bandits, and the concern for the country and the people overflows between the lines.
It would be annoying if ordinary ministers were to report frequently, but Yang Ji did not talk in general terms and talk about military affairs on paper, but political thoughts on people's livelihood, public security, and military affairs; many of them were things that Yang Guang wanted to know, but others did not. This is especially valuable for content that will not be reported.
In this way, Yang Ji's memorial appears to be sincere and precious, and it embodies the image of a capable and straightforward minister vividly on the paper.
Over time, Yang Guang's memorial to Yang Guang actually created a feeling of expectation... similar to the "love letter from a lover" that women in later generations would feel.
Recently, based on the actual situation in Liangzhou and from the perspective of ordinary people, Yang Ji severely criticized mediocre and incompetent officials, expounded the harm they caused to the Sui Dynasty, and finally proposed "refreshing the administration of officials, survival of the fittest, and mediocre and capable officials". on” viewpoint.
He believed that this kind of officials who were not only unable to benefit the people, but also became a huge burden on the court and occupied limited positions. Since they do not seek to achieve their goals in their positions, they should make way for officials who really want to do things and can do things.
Yang Ji's view was originally the new policy strategy that was vaguely formed in Yang Guang's heart. The great achievements Yang Ji achieved in Liangzhou not only supported Yang Guang's decision-making, but also gave him confidence in governance.
Yang Guang looked at this "Memorial" and found that Yang Ji had gone off topic again. He applied the concept of "refreshing official governance, survival of the fittest, and the mediocre to the superior" to the army, and then put forward a point of view that moved Yang Guang very much. ——That is to let the Beijing soldiers and the chief generals of the army go to the battlefield to experience it: those who die are incompetent and deserve to die; those who survive are the essence that the Sui army needs.
If someone is afraid of fighting or timid, just remove them directly.
How can a soldier be afraid of war?
If you are afraid of war and timid, what qualifications do you have to be a soldier or a general?
Under this premise, Yang Ji proposed the idea of establishing a military academy:
The emperor serves as the wine liberator at the military academy; the students are made up of the best and most outstanding low-level generals and soldiers. Once these generals entered the military academy, they became the emperor's students.
When they became disciples of the emperor, the emperor could use the name and affection of teachers and students to control these generals, and then these disciples of the emperor could control the army.
Yang Guang was extremely excited.
But when he finished reading this thick memorial and all kinds of beautiful ideas and longings.
None again!
As for the specific plan for the establishment of a military academy, no mention was made.
nausea!
Extremely disgusting.
After closing the memorial, Yang Guang handed it to Yang An and said to the chamberlain: "Give this memorial to the prince, and let the prince draw up an execution plan based on this memorial."
"Yes!" The chamberlain stepped forward, took the memorial from Yang An, and stepped back respectfully.
Yang Guang stood up, walked a few steps, looked to the west, and asked intently: "Where is King Wei?"
"According to the messenger, King Wei arrived in Weizhou and planned to take a boat eastward from Qinzhou." Yang An thought for a while and then said: "There are no reefs in the Wei River, so you can sail day and night, and the water volume is large this season; from the time point of view, He said he should arrive in Beijing the day after tomorrow."
"Okay!" Yang Guang rubbed his temples. He had a strong control over Guanzhong. He knew that the people regarded him as a person who was eager for quick success. However, when compared with Yang Ji, he found that Yang Ji was more eager for quick success and instant benefits than he was. He couldn't wait to kill him. How can something that took a hundred years be accomplished in one day? How can this be?
well!
Vajra slave is still a bit tender.
Governing a big country is like cooking small delicacies. How can it be so simple and easy?
Although the Vajra slave has a good idea, it is too naive.
When he comes back, I must take the time to teach him a lesson, lest he go astray in his pursuit of quick success.
"Sage, the Duke of Yue has arrived and is asking for an audience in the palace." At this time, another chamberlain reported outside the door.
Yang Guang was stunned for a moment. Yang Su was the "general commander" in building the new capital of Luoyang. The military facilities and military fortresses centered on Xindu were all designed by Yang Su. The military deployment in Youzhou was also suggested by Yang Su.
Now that the capital was about to be moved, something unexpected might happen to Yang Guang, so he summoned Yang Su back.
But Yang Su arrived very quickly, two days earlier than the time reserved by Yang Guang. He quickly ordered: "The Duke of Yue is back from Luoyang? Announce it quickly!"
"Yes!" The chamberlain retreated.
In a moment, Yang Su hurriedly walked into Qianqiu Palace under the guidance of this eunuch. He took a step forward and bowed deeply: "Old minister Yang Su meets the saint."
"You are exempt from courtesy!" Yang Guang looked at Yang Su and secretly took a breath of air. After not seeing him for several months, Yang Su turned into a sallow complexion, skinny, and looked quite bad.
His sickly appearance made Yang Guang suspect that a strong wind could blow him down, so he quickly ordered: "Master Yue, please sit down."
When the eunuch heard this, he quickly brought a soft couch to Yang Su. Yang Su thanked him and sat down.
"Yue Gong, do you want to rest for a while?" Yang Guang looked at the thin Yang Su and said worriedly.
Although Yang Guang became the emperor, he also knew that Yang Su was a bit "highly accomplished", but he was in his prime, while Yang Su was an old man who had not long lived. So he never worried about anything happening to Yang Su.
Under this premise, Yang Guang's only thought was to achieve a good relationship with Yang Su, so his concern for Yang Su came completely from his heart and was not mixed with any lies.
"Thank you for your concern, saint, but no need." Yang Suxin had been arrogant and arrogant all his life, and he had enjoyed infinite glory. His life was worth it. What he fears now is not death, but dying of illness and old age at home like a waste.
Even at this age, Yang Su still can't forget the days when he conquered the world, rode his horse and whip, and defeated the Turks; he still wanted to protect his family and country, and he still went into battle to kill the enemy. But due to old age and physical weakness, he was destined to miss the battlefield. When the ideal and the reality conflicted, Yang Su, who had been proud all his life, felt extremely depressed.
Whenever I hear that Yang Ji has made great achievements in the west, I can't help myself.
Of course, his depression was not due to jealousy, but to Yang Ji's unparalleled achievements, which aroused Yang Su's desire to win and compete for supremacy. He hoped to return to the battlefield and compete with Yang Ji with new achievements. Wise, let the world know: I, Yang Su, am still the Great Sui Army God.
If I, Yang Suuo, do not die, Yang Ji will still be a junior, still a "little God of War, a little God of Army".
He cupped his hands and asked, "Sage, when will King Wei come back? I have some ideas that I would like to discuss with him."
Yang Guang smiled bitterly when he heard this. Yang Su and he were of the same kind. How could he not know that Yang Su had a desire to win? But at this age, how can you compare with my Vajra slave?
But he still said: "It will arrive the day after tomorrow at most."
"That's good." Yang Suxi raised his eyebrows and arched his hands, and said: "Sage, the last time the veteran and King Wei played a war game, he lost miserably. But the veteran knew that King Wei deliberately lost to the veteran, and the veteran hoped that He likes to fight hard."
"..." Yang Guang looked at the high-spirited Yang Su and was speechless for a long time. He wanted to tell Yang Su: The Vajra slave is just like that, he is at that level, and he is not deliberately giving in.
But he knew that if he said it. Not only did Yang Su not believe it, he became even more angry. He also felt that the brothers had teamed up to deceive the old man!
So it's better to let Yang Ji come back and continue to be tortured.
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(Note: When Yang Su built Luoyang City, he did build Luoyang's military defense from the perspective of the entire world. Later, Yang Xuangan was unable to conquer Luoyang for a long time, all thanks to his father. So to a certain extent, this is a trap. A model son (dog head))
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