"Junior brother, oh, that's all..."
Gao Zhang helplessly stopped, took the 1.8-meter-long bow from Tong Zhisheng's hand, and placed it next to Cai Laoliu for a gesture.
"Hey hey hey, what do you mean?"
Cai Laoliu saw Gao Zhang reaching out and gesturing back and forth between his head and the bow. In an instant, his round face turned black.
Tong Zhisheng, who was standing nearby, laughed out loud. "Can't you tell that your senior brother is laughing at you for being short?"
Gao Zhang ignored Dou Feng Dianhuo's lack of heart and said with a serious face.
"No, no, no, I am your senior brother, how could I laugh at you? Did you see my expression?"
"I want to tell you, that Ban Gong is even taller than you. The contrast is so cute that it's easy to make people laugh.
What if, while we were talking about military and state affairs, a courtier with a low sense of humor was laughing? "
Having said this, Gao Zhang glanced at Tong Zhisheng, and the meaning was obvious.
However, Tong Zhisheng not only didn't think there was anything wrong with his low smile, but maybe he couldn't understand the good words, so he still looked calm.
However, Cai Laoliu was itching with hatred. Of course, his anger was not directed at Gao Zhang, who revealed the truth, but at Tong Zhisheng, a vulgar warrior who dared to laugh at him.
Just as the three young men were chattering at the bottom of the steps, a eunuch quickly walked down the steps and came to Gao Zhang to bow respectfully.
Gao Zhang could only ask these two to wait outside the palace first, and he quickly returned to wait outside Chui Gong Hall.
After a while, I will wait for myself to come out, and then eat and drink to celebrate everyone's collective promotion and wealth.
The young eunuch only told Gao Zhang that this was an official order, but he didn't know anything else, which made Gao Zhang a little confused.
If something happened to me, I should have asked myself to wait in the study.
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Gao Zhang was standing outside the palace, thinking wildly, and subconsciously opened his ears to eavesdrop, and then he found out.
Nowadays, there is a discussion inside about how the Song Dynasty should receive the envoys sent by the Liao Kingdom.
At this moment, there was a quarrel in the main hall, but the military ministers who spoke out were no match for the eloquent civil servants.
Hearing this, Gao Zhang was very upset. Master Hunjun had already told him the truth before.
The Liao Kingdom, which had been sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers before, now saw that the Song Dynasty had the upper hand and won frequently, so it decided to jump out and act like a monster.
Their intention was quite clear, requiring a truce between Song and Xia, and demanding that all the Xia land acquired by the Song Dynasty's conquests in the past few years be returned to Xixia.
Who is willing to return the homeland of the Song Dynasty that was recaptured with the blood and lives of the soldiers through battlefield fighting? Especially those military officials who have experienced the battle.
But the problem is that the civil servants of the Song Dynasty always felt that war was not an end, but just a means.
Anyway, the Song Dynasty couldn't get rid of Xixia. At most, it could only take advantage of it. Now, Xixia has been beaten to a bloody head by the Song Dynasty.
The other party must also know that he is wrong and is no match for me, Da Song.
Besides, since the Liao Kingdom, whose strength was still higher than that of the Song Dynasty, jumped out, it had to make peace. In this case, it would be better to be a favor that can move the boat along with the current.
Moreover, these years of war have cost a lot of money. Instead of wasting so much money on fighting, it would be better to keep it in the treasury.
Of course, the money and silk left in the treasury cannot be left to grow moldy and rusty. It is just a good idea to find some way to spend it. At least everyone can get the rain and dew equally, and a little bit is a good thing.
While listening to the argument inside, Gao Zhang viciously thought about the inner monologue of the gang leaders and factions.
The important thing is that these officials of the Song Dynasty do not understand what international relations is, or what it means to combine vertical and horizontal forces.
But I still feel that I am so awesome, as if every move is a complete plan to defeat Zhang Zifang who is thousands of miles away.
They are all squatting here in Bianliang, Tokyo, pointing out the country, as if if he spits stars here, there will be a big flood in Xixia.
If he farts loudly in front of his house, the Liao Kingdom will be in flames.
Whether it was Xixia or Liao, in the court hall, each barbarian screamed more fiercely than anyone else.
But now, the envoys of the Liao Kingdom are still more than a thousand miles away from Tokyo in the Song Dynasty.
They have already begun to quibble. It is not easy for Xixia, and it is even more difficult for Liao.
We, the Song Dynasty, should be more honest and wish that the court would return the recaptured land to Xixia, and then quickly let the Liao envoys return satisfied.
Then he continued to cover his ears and blindfold his eyes, as if the whole world was still singing and dancing at peace.
"That's enough! I'm not asking you to make a decision now. I'm just asking you, which of your family members is willing to receive the Liao envoy?"
The ministers, who were full of energy and talkative before, fell silent for an instant.
One or two of them were either looking up at the top of the palace, or looking down at their toes. It seemed that only in this way could the officials not see their existence.
After all, everyone knew very well that the envoy from the Liao Kingdom had bad intentions.
The purpose was to force the Song Dynasty to return the old land it had taken back from Xixia.
Although everyone expressed their opinions in the court, they all believed that in order to avoid trouble, the court should quickly return the old land to Xixia to avoid harsh punishment from the Liao Kingdom.
But you let him take the responsibility. Let him be stabbed in the back by millions of people of the Song Dynasty and call him a traitor?
Haha... I'm overthinking it. I'm just talking. Why should I bear this responsibility and infamy?
I am also scolding you, a foolish king. What does it have to do with us, our loyal ministers?
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Seeing this familiar scene again, the official Zhao Jirao had already been mentally prepared, but he still got angry and twisted his nose, making his liver hurt.
At this time, Cai Jing, as the leader of the Song Dynasty, silently wiped his face.
He knew very well that it was time for him to take the initiative to sacrifice himself. After all, he would not shoulder this burden.
Should the officials choose? Officials will definitely feel that by choosing you to be the leader, I not only believe in you and give you such great authority, but also if something goes wrong, if you don’t take the responsibility, who will?
"The official family, the old minister thinks, should follow the old system, and go from Honglu Temple to the Guoxin Institute (a department of the Song Dynasty that specializes in dealing with the Liao Kingdom)..."
"I understand, Wang Laoqing's family, what do you think?"
"In the official family, all the affairs between Honglu Temple and the National Information Office were originally handled by the Shaoqing. Now the former Shaoqing has been transferred to another place, so..."
Looking at the gray-haired Wang Laoqing's shaky and decrepit appearance.
Who would have thought that just a moment ago, he would be spitting and thinking that the Song Dynasty should make peace with the Liao Dynasty?
"Is there no other candidate?" Zhao Ji, an official, couldn't help but feel troubled and began to talk to himself behind the imperial case.
At this time, Chen Shilang took a deep breath and glanced at Wu Zhizhong beside him.
After the two exchanged glances, Chen Shilang strode out of the queue and saluted the officials.
(End of chapter)
