Zhu Su's words made Yao Guangxiao frown slightly. The myth of Huo Qubing sealing the wolf to Juxu is indeed very inspiring to all Chinese people, but behind it is actually the rest and recovery of several generations of emperors since the Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty. After defeating the Xiongnu, the vast Han Empire was "wasted at home and its household registration was reduced by half." Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty is still known as a belligerent in the mouths of some corrupt scholars.
If these bold words of wanting to make Ming Dynasty seal Langjuxu come from the mouth of a child, Yao Guangxiao would call him heroic. Speaking from the mouth of an ordinary young man, Yao Guangxiao would praise him for having great ambitions in his chest. But from what Zhu Su said, Yao Guangxiao would only think that Zhu Su was trying to prevaricate himself.
This shouldn't be the case. The beauty in this prince's chest is something that he can't easily see through. How could such frivolous words come out.
"Your Highness, does he have any concrete plan?" he asked. Sealing the wolf to live in Xu is just a cliche. The Ming Dynasty does not have the strength to swallow up the grassland in the short term. Without practical methods, everything is just a mirror image.
Zhu Su smiled but didn't answer. The three points mentioned by Yao Guangxiao all hit the point. In order to implement the sheep-eating-man strategy, the Ming Dynasty not only had to have sufficient financial resources and manpower, but also had a strong military force. The Ming Dynasty may have sufficient financial and manpower after a few years of rest and recuperation, but the military power to destroy the grasslands in one fell swoop cannot be obtained by rest and recuperation. Even as the recuperation time continued, the people's peace of mind and even the emperor could not mobilize all the power to engulf the Northern Desert.
Yao Guangxiao is an ancient after all. It is impossible for him to know what kind of stormy waves the successive capitals driven by interests can create.
"It seems that His Highness's plan is not just that. I have racked my brains these days and still can't get the full picture. I lost the bet." Yao Guangxiao simply bowed his head and admitted defeat. "But the young monk has lived in vain for more than thirty years, and he will not be willing to take what he has learned into the soil. Your Highness, can you allow the young monk to go to the northern border with the caravan? The young monk may be able to break into the Northern Yuan Dynasty and become your highness. This wonderful idea adds a boost.”
Yao Guangxiao wants to play Mission: Impossible in Beiyuan? This suggestion really moved Zhu Su. He is probably the only one in the world who knows how terrifying this middle-aged monk is. Throwing him to Bei Yuan might really stir up internal strife in Bei Yuan.
After much thought, I still feel uneasy. For a monk who treats Buddhism as nothing and even knows how to stir up a horse, who knows how much he cares about his nation and his country? "Monk, you should stay here with me. If you want to serve me, I will promise you. From now on, how about you temporarily serve as my staff."
Perhaps seeing Zhu Su's fear, Yao Guangxiao smiled bitterly and said: "Is it possible that Your Highness is still worried about the young monk? As His Highness said that day, the young monk also considered that if he could kill all the dragons from all directions and benefit the descendants of China, it would be better than disturbing the world. The young monk is indeed I want to prove the power I have learned, but if I insist on slaying the real dragon, the young monk would not dare to have such unreasonable thoughts."
"The dragon-slaying technique is also a technique. It depends on the good or evil nature of the user. If the monk can use this technique to kill all the evil dragons, I will naturally be happy to see it succeed. But unfortunately, I am too narrow-minded to do it, which may give rise to a powerful enemy in the north of the Ming Dynasty. In my opinion, Monk Qian is more terrifying than Wang Baobao. I dare not open this cage for the time being." Zhu Su said.
After hearing this, Yao Guangxiao's face was complicated. He felt helpless that he could not win Zhu Su's trust, but also felt that Zhu Su had compared him with Wang Baobao, a strange man in the world, and felt that he had finally met Bole.
"Let's not talk about the matter in Northern Xinjiang for now. Now I have some doubts. Let me analyze it for me first." Zhu Su waved his hand, and then told Yao Guangxiao that Hu Weiyong specially found him to have a secret meeting with him. After hearing this, Yao Guangxiao's eyes narrowed slightly: "Prime Minister Hu must have spent so much effort not just to show his allegiance in vain."
"The purpose is to use your name, His Highness, to attract wings for himself!"
"I think so too." Zhu Su nodded. Hu Weiyong became increasingly sad in the court. The rejection of Zhongshu Sheng's power and Lao Zhu's neglect of him were almost undisguised. There are only two ways in front of him now, take the initiative to become an official and retire to the countryside, or struggle to the end. How could he be willing to let go of the power under this person after he worked hard to finally reach the position of prime minister? It must be to mobilize all available forces to attack the cabinet, which is now the enemy of Zhongshu Province.
"It's just that I still can't figure it out. I'm just a prince who has not yet resigned from the vassal and lives in the suburbs. Why does Prime Minister Hu Weiyong favor me so much?"
"Your Highness, why should you belittle yourself?" Yao Guang said filially. "Your Majesty's preference for you is known to both the government and the public. The chief disciple of the great scholar Song Lian holds you in high esteem. The young master of Cao Guogong's Palace has a close relationship with you, and he is very close to Governor Mu Ying of the Dudu Palace. In time, they will become a court official. The middle humerus will immediately be a great help to His Highness.”
"Coupled with the Young Master of the Duke of Wei and the Prince of Jingjiang, the strength in your hands can actually compete with His Highness the Crown Prince..."
"Stop, stop, stop..." Zhu Su quickly interrupted. "Let's not talk about Jiujiang for the moment. The relationship between Brother Mu Ying, Brother Bao'er and my eldest brother is not inferior to mine. Although Xu Yungong wants to learn some skills from me, if I fight with my eldest brother, the Duke of Wei will not stand by me. This side.”
"The young monk also has this doubt." Yao Guangxiao lowered his head slightly and pondered. "Thinking about it, Prime Minister Hu must have learned some news from somewhere that His Highness has not yet heard of."
"...What news will it be?" Zhu Su also pondered. For Hu Weiyong to place such a big bet on himself, there must be an extremely powerful force leaning towards him...
…
Zhu Su soon knew which side this force belonged to.
A few days later, as usual, he took his dog to a pavilion on Bifeng Mountain.
There is a mountain stream flowing in front of the pavilion, and you can overlook the village. A few clusters of unknown small flowers beside the pavilion are fragrant, and bees and butterflies often fly around to attack people's skirts. It is a good place for Zhu Su to take some time off.
Picking up a few pine cones and throwing them into the small red clay stove, listening to the wind and watching the clouds in the pavilion while making a pot of tea was Zhu Su's favorite enjoyment. He always falls into a strange sense of detachment when placed in a house or interacting with others. Conversations with historical figures seem to fall into a dreamland in the history books. But here it seems that the boundaries of time and space can be forgotten, and one can really calm down and think about something.
Therefore, Zhu Su usually doesn't bring anyone with him when he comes here, and he doesn't even want to see anyone. Others also knew about his strange rules, so when Zhu Su came here, he only guarded him from a distance and would not appear in front of Zhu Su. But today, Zhu Su, who was carrying pine cones picked up by the road with the hem of his clothes, turned the corner and came here, found the figure of a girl in the pavilion, her skirt was fluttering and she was looking at the clouds rolling in the sky. .
"Fifth Highness, I haven't seen you for a long time. My little lady is polite." Seeing Zhu Su with a dull face, Xu Miaoyun turned around and saluted Tingting.
(End of chapter)
