Fang Xuanling whispered: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao. It is difficult to eradicate a stubborn disease. This time, we used strong medicine, which is always bitter in the mouth."
When something like this happens to a noble family, everyone in the high-ranking clan in the Central Plains is in danger.
Especially for the Guanlong clan, Changsun Wuji has received a lot of letters asking about his reputation these days.
"Xuanling, don't you think His Majesty is in a hurry?"
Fang Xuanling said calmly: "Your Majesty is already over forty, and we are no longer young. This country and country will eventually be handed over to future generations. We just have to do what we should do."
"You always figure things out."
"Auxiliary machine, don't fight with young people."
"But this turmoil must be quelled, and they cannot be allowed to cause trouble again."
Fang Xuanling smiled helplessly and said nothing more. After finishing her business here, she returned to her home.
It was quite warm during the day, but at night Guanzhong returned to the coldness of winter.
Fang Yi walked straight into the study and handed a bowl of soup to his father, "Father, this is the soup made by the child. Vegetables are rare in winter. Lishan sent some green vegetables, and the child made the soup."
"Yeah." Fang Xuanling took the soup and took a sip.
Seeing that his father's eyes were still on the memorials and documents, Fang Yizhi whispered: "Father, Duke Zhao is very resistant to students making trouble. In the past two days, there have been more and more disciples of Duke Zhao's family."
Fang Xuanling said with a smile: "Everyone in this world has their own way of living. What happens in this world is not decided by his grandson Wuji."
"My child understands."
"Um."
Fang Yizhi helped his father close the doors and windows, walked out of the study and felt the biting cold wind blowing on his face. His father was never hostile in the court because he always regarded him as an adviser.
Seeking power is my father's specialty. He puts himself in the right position and rarely talks in court, but he can always complete the matters assigned by His Majesty.
Duke Zhao objected to the students' rebellion. He felt that treating the aristocratic family in this way would cause trouble. He felt that turmoil was not good.
As my father said, it is not up to him, Duke Zhao, to decide what the world is like.
If Changsun Wuji continues to be hostile to the general trend, he will eventually be defeated.
Before New Year's Eve, another heavy snowfall fell in Guanzhong. Zhang Yang stood on the mountain and watched the soldiers and horses escorting a group of vehicles away.
The emperor left Lishan. Not many soldiers and horses left to escort him this time, but the number of soldiers and horses left here was twice as many as before.
The mountain wind was strong, making my clothes rustle.
Zhang Yang saluted the convoy and whispered: "Your Majesty, walk slowly."
At the age of less than thirty, he is only one step away from the phase. This is Zheng Gong's intention and His Majesty's permission.
The emperor's thoughts were elusive, and it was not clear what he meant.
The convoy went farther and farther, and when it was out of sight, Zhang Yang walked back home along the mountain road.
Gaoyang, Qinghe, and the three princesses of Dongyang were playing sepak takraw. Li Zhi was reading while holding a book in his hand and guarding the goal.
Aunt Wang came with a basket, "The county prince is ready."
"Thank you, aunt."
Zhang Yang took the basket and walked down the mountain. There was a vacant house in the village, where Mr. Wen Yanbo used to live.
His old man has passed away and there is not even a spiritual place here.
Zhang Yang lit the letters and poured a bowl of wine, a chicken and a plate of vegetarian dishes.
"Mr. Wen, it's New Year's Eve soon. Before I know it, you have been gone for two years. I am Zuo Cheng, the Minister of Finance."
"You come here every year?"
Hearing Zheng Gong's words, Zhang Yang replied: "I was by his side when the old man was dying."
"Well, I had a dispute with him back then." Wei Zheng Fuxu stepped forward and said, "It's all for the sake of the country. After I die, I will tell him about the achievements of the Tang Dynasty in these years."
Zhang Yang stood up and put his hands in his hands: "Have you ever been to the hospital?"
Wei Zheng nodded, "I've been there."
The two walked out of the house, Zhang Yang closed the door and continued walking.
"Sun Simiao, the old Taoist priest, told me not to be jealous of Qin anymore."
"As you get older, you should really pay attention to what you eat and drink."
Wei Zheng patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, "You pay attention to health at such a young age. You will definitely live a long time."
"It's not good to live for a long time. The teacher said that living for a long time will make you more tired."
"Yeah, very tired."
"I still suggest that you retire from the court as soon as possible and come to Lishan to retire."
Wei Zheng shook his head and said, "Your Majesty has gone back. I should also go back to Chang'an. I heard that Changsun Wuji wants to punish the students who caused trouble."
"So Duke Zhao Guo finally became the lackey of the noble family?"
"No, he won't. I trust him. Duke Zhao has his own plans. He just doesn't want there to be unrest in the place and wants to use a gentler method."
Zhang Yang said in a low voice: "I have talked with Wang Gui, and we all feel that if we want to remove the stubborn disease, we must use severe methods."
Wei Zheng said slowly: "Well, I will argue with Changsun Wuji when I go back this time."
Xu Xiaode had already prepared the car to return to Chang'an. Zhang Yang followed Wei Zheng and took a look, "Xu Yushi, don't you want to stay a few more days as New Year's Eve is approaching?"
Xu Xiaode cupped his hands and said, "Xie County Marquis, I have met my daughter."
Zhang Yang helped Mr. Zheng get into the carriage, and the old man suddenly looked back.
Looking at it like this, he felt uncomfortable all over, and Zhang Yang asked in confusion: "Does Mr. Zheng have anything else to ask?"
"The art of forging firearms has always been in your hands?"
Zhang Yang explained: “The most critical technologies are all in Lishan.”
Wei Zheng walked into the carriage, and his voice came out, "Will you hand over the key to firearms casting to the court in the future?"
"Back to Mr. Zheng, I have no such plan at the moment."
"Why?"
"I'm not afraid of Duke Zheng's jokes. I'm worried that His Majesty will lose control."
"Well, that's fine, that's fine."
The carriage drove slowly, all the way out of Lishan Mountain.
Another whistle sounded in the village, this time the whistle was loud and clear, better than before.
Lishan's steam engine casting has improved a lot, and you can hear it just from the sound of the whistle.
On New Year's Eve, Lishan set off fireworks again.
Chang'an City is also setting off fireworks, and the emperor's fireworks were taken from Lishan Mountain.
When fireworks became a tool for emperors to demonstrate their authority, fireworks became less auspicious.
It became a scene of celebration.
On the first day of the thirteenth year of Zhenguan, Xu Jingzong and Li Yifu were receiving envoys from various countries, but the Marquis of Lishan County, the King of Nanzhao, did not come.
There was an envoy, Du Luo, who was still the envoy from Nanzhao. His stay in Chang'an City was arranged by the county marquis.
Li Yifu stood in front of Zhuque Gate and whispered: "Xu Shangshu, do the county princes still need this messenger?"
Xu Jingzong replied: "The county prince keeps him for his own purposes."
"But this man is the royal heir of Nanzhao. If he returns to Nanzhao, he will definitely rebel."
"Then it depends on how the county prince arranges it." After saying that, Xu Jingzong frowned and said, "Why are you asking these questions?"
Li Yifu said with emotion: "The county prince is now the minister Zuocheng, and he is only half a step away from the phase."
"so what?"
"Don't you think it's time to celebrate?" Li Yifu said, looking at Nanzhao envoy Duluo.
"How to celebrate?"
"Killing someone to celebrate, I have a hunch that if this person is not eliminated, he will become a big trouble."
Xu Jingzong lowered his head in distress, "They say that I, Xu Jingzong, will retaliate for my anger. You, Li Yifu, are the real ruthless person."
"Xu Shangshu is overly praised." Li Yifu whispered: "Just thinking about it for a moment, I have already thought about how this person should die, and then put the blame on Zhao Guogong. This is the most appropriate way to celebrate the promotion of the county prince."
"This person is useful to the county, so let's keep him for now."
"That's what Xu Shangshu said."
A loud shout came from Chengtian Gate: "The envoys from all countries are here to see you!"
Xu Jingzong and Li Yifu then led the envoys into the Zhuque Gate and walked all the way to Chengtian Gate.
The weather today is also cloudy. When the clouds cover the sun, Chengtianmen looks gloomy.
The DPRK and the Central Government celebrated the New Year, and the atmosphere today was very heavy for Lishan.
Zhang Yang stood outside a house, waiting for news inside. Mr. Wang Gui fell ill again. Doctor Sun was giving him acupuncture, and no one was even allowed to visit.
Not long after, Sun Simiao came out and whispered: "County Marquis, please inform Mr. Wang's family so that we can prepare for the funeral."
Hearing this, Zhang Yang closed his eyes and smoothed his breathing, "How much time is left?"
Sun Simiao sighed: "It can last as long as two months, or as short as half a month."
Seeing that he looked unhappy, Sun Simiao said again: "Marquis of the County, no matter how good the water and soil of Lishan Mountain are, it cannot cure all diseases. The Marquis of the County always wants to reverse many things. In some cases, the Marquis has succeeded, and in some cases, the Marquis has succeeded. It’s not something that human power can change.”
"I will bear in mind the teachings of Divine Doctor Sun."
"I know you are unwilling, but Mr. Wang Gui is already sixty-nine years old. It's a pity that he has never passed seventy."
Sun Simiao advised again: "The same goes for Wen Yanbo, and the same goes for Wang Gui. People will get old, sick, and die one day. This is the only way the old man can let Wang Gui pass away peacefully. These days, the old man will take care of him."
"Here comes the miracle doctor Lao Sun."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You have to look away and don't be too persistent. Wang Gui said that he heard about the demise of the Fan Yanglu family and died without regrets."
Zhang Yang asked Li Tai to arrange for someone to send the news out.
The next day, Wang Gui's family members came, including the old gentleman's two sons.
The old gentleman could only whisper a few words when he saw his relatives.
Sun Simiao was right, no matter how good the environment in Lishan was, it would not be able to reverse birth, old age, illness and death.
Xu Guogong Gao Shilian came to visit on crutches. This old Duke was about the same age as Wang Gui. Now he can only watch his peers leave first.
More and more people came to visit, and Mr. Wang Gui finally passed away after a month.
Zhang Yang looked at the farewell team from a distance, wearing a plain white dress to say goodbye.
Wang Gui had many old friends and many people saw him off, including all the dignitaries in Chang'an City who could come.
At that time, he and Mr. Wen advised His Majesty together.
They are rare upright ministers, and the upright atmosphere in the Zhenguan court is also because of people like them who take the lead.
Li Tai whispered: "Brother-in-law, at least he saw the collapse of the family."
Zhang Yang sighed: "Every old man goes away one by one."
"Brother-in-law, we have done a good job..." Before he could finish his words, Li Tai noticed that he had already walked away, "The good news from Tianzhu has arrived again, don't you want to take a look?"
"Stop reading, go back and practice calligraphy." Zhang Yang turned his back and continued walking.
In the thirteenth year of Zhenguan, Wang Xuance led the Tibetan soldiers and horses to defeat more than ten cities in Tianzhu, with hundreds of war elephants, and killed the Rongri King of Tianzhu.
The leader of a country cannot be killed easily. I don’t know why Wang Xuance killed King Rongri. There were many memorials in the court impeaching him because of this incident.
But we will be outside, even if there is impeachment, we have to wait until someone comes back.
The deeds of Tang generals leading Tibetan soldiers and horses into battle were widely rumored in Chang'an City. Firstly, it demonstrated the powerful strategies of the Tang generals. Secondly, it also provided a good example for the stability of the surrounding areas of the Tang Dynasty.
At this moment, the victory was great, and the lone army led by Pei Xingjian and Liang Jianfang no longer had to worry about the rear.
Tubo Prime Minister Ludongzan finally agreed to the Tang Dynasty's construction of the Protectorate in Luozhe, Tubo. Under the orders of the young Khan Gongri Gongzan, Wang Xuance added 30,000 troops and headed for Persia.
In this way, the Tubo people also participated in the war between Datang and Dashi.
In this battle, the Tang people united with Turks, Westerners, Persians, Tubos, Uyghurs and other forces to attack Dashi.
This is destined to be a magnificent war.
The Tiankhan Avenue was also completed this year. The war between the Tang people and other countries to fight against the enemy gave the small countries surrounding the Tang Dynasty an unprecedented cohesion.
The core of this cohesion is Tian Khan, who is worshiped by all countries in Chang'an City.
Today's Datang territory extends from Goguryeo in the east to the border between Persia and the cannibals in the west.
The Uighurs and Xueyantu people marched north and reached the south of Lake Baikal.
Di Renjie rarely comes to Lishan, and today he rarely comes to Lishan to share his knowledge with Li Zhi. He talks to him about the prosperity of Chang'an City and how foreigners now worship the Khan in Chang'an City.
After looking around, Di Renjie asked, "Where is the Marquis of Lishan County?"
Li Zhi pointed to Lishan Mountain and said, "Where else can brother-in-law go besides on the mountain?"
Di Renjie put down the wooden stick in his hand and asked again: "Back then, this county prince was the Minister of Rites. All the current measures of the Ministry of Rites were also decided by this county prince. His Highness, King Jin, studied with the county prince, so he must know a lot."
Although the two were good friends, Li Zhi still regarded him as a rival. He crossed his arms in front of him and asked puzzledly: "What do you want to know?"
"What is the ideal of the Ministry of Rites?"
"Renjie, you should know better when you are following Xu Jingzong."
"I asked, but he didn't say anything." Di Renjie looked helpless and added, "I came here alone today. Xu Jingzong has been very busy these two days, and he has been so busy that he has no time to talk to me."
Li Zhi came closer and asked, "Will you be an official in the Ministry of Rites in the future?"
"Actually, my father also arranged it this way, but I don't want to go to the Ministry of Etiquette."
"Why? Isn't it natural for you to follow Xu Jingzong and become an official in the Ministry of Rites?"
"There are too many talented people in the Ministry of Rites, and those people are better than me."
"Then what are you going to do in the future?"
Di Renjie nodded and said, "I don't know, I just have to take it one day at a time."
"Renjie, I can't waste the rest of my life in vain. I plan to master the casting skills of Lishan like Brother Wei Wang."
"Your father will definitely not agree."
