The "Anti-Zheng Alliance" has long been known to the world. Qingmeng got all the truth through spies. When he heard "820,000 troops", he couldn't help but tremble.
At the court meeting, Qing Meng announced this terrifying fact to the generals, and everyone present took a breath. You must know that this is against the entire world.
Qingmeng stared at everyone, and after a long time he said, "Why, are you afraid?"
The ministers were as anxious as flowers blown by the strong wind - their heads could not move at all. Lou Ning shook off the sweat on his forehead and walked out: "Master, although we will die without regrets, in the long run, if we want to Head-to-head confrontation is the same as hitting an egg against a stone, and this is the way for political power to bring disaster."
Qingmeng had a gloomy face and glanced around the civil servants and generals: "As for you, feel free to tell me what you think."
Ni Haohuo jumped out anxiously: "Why are you afraid of him? Isn't it even harder when we fought with Zhou Cheng in the fierce battle? Even then, we survived. Besides, the lord now has an army of 170,000, and he has won with less since ancient times. There are so many cases everywhere, how can it be called hitting an egg with an egg against a stone?"
Lou Ning sighed: "General Ni, leaving aside the land soldiers, the navy has a total of 210,000, and a medium-sized warship is five feet high and ten feet wide! Not to mention a large warship, which is like a Behemoth, I can’t imagine that although our territory is close to the sea, we have almost no navy generals, let alone navy generals, and almost zero warships. Now that we are about to enter the cold winter, even if we work day and night to build warships, it may not be possible. It can satisfy people's expectations." (The unit of measurement in this book: one foot = 20cm)
Although Ni Hao still wanted to refute, he felt that he had nothing to say.
"This incident will be discussed a few days later, and I am alone, let's go first!" Qing Meng helplessly, shook his head and walked away, leaving only two waves of ministers who quarreled with each other.
"Speak and snoring ..." Qing Meng stepped on the thick snow, looking at the white palace city, there were some comfort. Snowflakes come to the world white, and what can they take away? The eaves are covered with ice cone, which is as transparent as jade.
Qingmeng and the eunuchs walked down the golden steps, looked up at the snowy sky, and said with some regret: "If we want to unify the world, we must have correct strategies to guide us, but what I do is just like depending on my mood, regardless of my mood. Integration gains and losses, wantonly attack the princes, I do not know how to use it, according to me, this is the way to get a disaster ... "
He suddenly heard the sound of children laughing and asked the eunuch behind him: "Who is playing in my palace?"
"Zheng Gong, is the son playing snow on the west"
"Playing in the snow?" Qingmeng yelled angrily: "Bring him over here!"
Xiao Junsheng was a little scared, but he followed him honestly, and he was still holding Xiaoxue people in his hands.
"Father, look, the snowman is so cute, don't be angry~" Xiao Junsheng presented it to him tremblingly, regardless of his cold red hands.
Qingmeng stared at his face, covered with dew on his eyelashes, and his tender face was red like apples, but even so, his big eyes were like crystal, still looking at Qing Meng desire to be eager to get his father's recognition. .
"Throw it away!" Qingmeng shouted seriously.
"No!"
Qingmeng was so angry that she savagely snatched the snowman from Xiao Junsheng's hand, smashed it to pieces, and even stepped on it a few times.
"Do you know whose son you are? You are my son, Zhang Qingmeng. If you are my son, you shouldn't do such boring things! Have you memorized the book? Do you understand it thoroughly?"
Xiao Junsheng trembled and began to cry. The eunuchs couldn't bear to watch any more and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him: "Young Master has thin skin and tender flesh, so don't let your face freeze. I wonder if you should find an imperial doctor..." …”
"You take him, and then go to the military division's palace to find me." Qing Meng turned his head and left, and even didn't look back. He didn't want his son to be too cowardly, because in this troubled world, he would only hurt himself.
Military division
Qingmeng complained about Xiao Junsheng's indifferent face. The old Confucianism only listened kindly. After nearly an hour, Qing Meng vomited all the bitter water.
The old scholar smiled slightly and said: "I understand what Mr. Zheng means. He is just angry because he is a little cowardly and doesn't like to study. All he needs to do is find a strict tutor, so why should he come here to complain?"
Qingmeng prayed for: "Military divisions have a lot of talents.
"The old ministers can't afford to take the responsibility, and the cheap body is old and sick. Because of this, I am about to play, and I ask the Lord's Standard to return to the hometown." After that, the old Confucianism took out a play from his arms and handed it to the dream.
Qing Meng was stunned, and the incident came too suddenly. He quickly asked: "Why should the military division retreat to the hidden mountain forest? If it is not settled today, it is when Zhang Qingmeng is not able to ask for a sage. As soon as you leave, I still go, I still do Who can I rely on to make plans?”
"The old minister is old, and I'm afraid it is difficult to master the things of the DPRK. Looking at the loyal affection of the old minister, let me return to the country!" The old Confucianism said again.
Qingmeng shook his head: "Never do it. If you want to get the world, the essential is the planning conspirator, the general is a sharp sword, and the counselor is the person who wields the sword."
"Zheng Gong just wanted to get Daxian to plan the king of the king. In this way, the old minister was willing to recommend one person. The one I admire the most is Prime Minister Zhuge Liang. He knows astronomy and geography, knows the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, and is familiar with Chinese and foreign military arts. Most importantly, he is my disciple." The old Confucian replied with a smile.
Qingmeng also joked: "Why add so many compliments? Just say he is a military advisor's apprentice, and I will know how capable he is." He took a sip of hot tea and continued to ask: "What is this person's name?" ?”
"This man's name is Yu Xiang, and his courtesy name is Jitao. He is currently in his weak years, and he is extremely filial to his mother. Because of this, he has no intention of pursuing an official career. He only wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and be alone until his death." The old Confucian explained.
Qingmeng smiled contempt: "You literati, saying that it is secluded, in fact, just by this guise to make yourself famous, he lives in seclusion to be an official, it is extremely!"
Old Confucianism waved his hand: "Zheng Gong's words are bad. If others are fine, but Ji Tao is not such a person. He is extremely disgusting to you. His father died in this battle."
Qingmeng asked unhappily: "Does he even hate me?"
"Zheng Gong is naturally a generation of Mingzhu, but I do n’t care about it. He ordered his self -proclaim and do n’t submit to the nobles. If you visit it, I am afraid that you will be a cold bench ..." The old Confucian laughed.
"Lonely hates these self -proclaimed literati, why should the military division suffer?" Qing Meng grabbed the old Confucian hand, begging not to leave.
"Don't worry, Mr. Zheng. The old minister is about to write a letter and send it to him. I am at least 60 to 70% sure. Once I get this person, Mr. Zheng will be even more powerful. Unifying the world will no longer be a dream." The old Confucian still did not want to stay.
Qingmeng was helpless, and was about to get up and farewell. The old Confucianism quickly stopped: "Zheng Gong later, I wonder if he can hand over his son to the old minister?"
"Isn't the military advisor going to return to the fields?"
"That's right, but I still want to take the young master away with me."
Qing Meng was stunned, and then asked seriously: "Master Military Division, you should be clear about the only child of loneliness. If he has three long or two shorts, who will inherit my appointment?"
"There are old ministers, ensure that the son is safe and worry -free!" The old Confucianism replied firmly.
Qingmeng packed around, as if thinking about what, and then said, "What can the military division lead the prince out of the palace? Various scriptures and various military books in the palace should have everything, and how can there be such a way out of the palace. Convenient?"
Old Confucianism: "The old minister believes that if you want to make a person become a talent, you should not be stubbornly in the four books and five classics, especially the sons, and must let him taste the suffering of the world when he is young. It hurts, otherwise it is the same to learn the four books and five classics and soldiers.
Qingmeng was a little unhappy: "Does the military advisor have to take the young master away from me?"
The old Confucian saw that Qing Meng was a little reluctant, so he could only reply with a smile: "Mr. Zheng, could it be that he didn't know this saying: 'Only when the young eagle leaves the nest can it fly high, and only when the children leave home can they achieve success.' Don't use your lick The love of calfs does not think for the future. "
Coincidentally, the eunuchs came over with Xiao Junsheng. Xiao Junsheng put on the neck and put on a cotton hat. The reunion was very cute.
Qingmeng regretted that he had just been too severe, squatting down in front of him: "How? Is your face hurt?"
Xiao Jun was eagerly back, and he didn't dare to approach his father anymore.
"Since the book has been delivered, the old minister will now take his son to leave the palace. If you have any fate, you will see you later." The old Confucianism picked up the dust and took Xiaojun's little hand to slowly walk outside the door.
Xiao Jun was so anxious that he shouted: "Where should I take me?"
The old scholar held him in his arms and said kindly: "Grandpa will take you to explore the world. When you have learned a lesson, come back to see your father..."
"No... no..." Xiaojun cried hoarsely and struggled: "Father, save me... Father..."
Qing Meng's heart was "stubborn", stunned his lips, slowly moved out of the door, looking at the old Confucian, and listening to the cry that still surrounded the ears, like a piece of meat that was squeezed out of a piece of meat It was just as painful, and if he hadn't bitten his lip to bleed, he would have cried.
"Jiang'er, don't blame father for being cruel. Father did this just to make you a more powerful person than father in the future..." Qing Meng knelt down in the snow in pain. The frightened eunuchs quickly stepped forward to help, but were He pushed away savagely.
"Zheng Gong, your lips are broken, go to see the Taiyi, and will have frostbite in this way!" The old lady jumped up and down.
"Compared to Jiang'er, I can still bear this little pain..." Qing Meng tremblingly walked towards the palace, his lonely shadow shuttled between the white snow, and the strong cold wind wanted to knock him down. But he gritted his teeth and would rather die.
