Chapter 2 North Wind Blows Wild Goose Snow

In the palace, the lights were bright, and the emperor left several assistants to play in the palace. They talked about it very late, and all the people dispersed one by one. No one listened to this night talk, and the attendant responsible for recording the living notes of the emperor also had a strange collective alosa, which has become a court secret in the Zhongping period.

After Chu Congde left Miyagi, he was not in a hurry to return to his mansion. The official sedan crossed the stone bridge on the Bian River and went straight to the north city. There is another venue there.

Such a situation will continue to appear in the future, and the whole emperor will fall into a quagmire of entanglement. Everyone wears a few hypocritical coats, goes in and out on different occasions, and speaks the same words with different objects.

Everyone tacitly acquiesced in both ends of each other's heads and mice. At the last moment, no one knew the other party's position and cards. Emperor Wuzong was really a wise god. He played with all his ministers with the skill of balance of power, so that before his death, the ministers still couldn't guess the true intention of the emperor, let alone see through the storms in the court.

Trust, betrayal and conspiracy have been permeated on the Zhou Dynasty since the era of Emperor Wuzong, making everyone not know the direction. Everyone is careful of other people's calculations, and at the same time silently calculating others in the bottom of their hearts. When Wu Zong was alive, he used his extraordinary tricks to control everything and smashed the originally distinct court into a plate of scattered sand and a pool of muddy water. After his death, no one could be like a fish in water in this court. Even today, 30 years after his accession to the throne, he was still unable to control the quagmire court. If you are not careful, you will be trapped in the mud and can't extricate yourself.

The art of war is cloudy, invincible in oneself, and invincible in the enemy. Since others can't predict, it is only to strengthen yourself. Therefore, in the winter of the 31st year of Zhongping, the unexpected heat in the court was in sharp contrast to the cold weather outside. Everyone is trying their best to gain power, add some chips for themselves, and wait for the day of the final battle.

"Even as an emperor, there are still corners in the world that I can't control." Another day, Chai Zonghan, the tired emperor of Zhongping, returned to his bedroom and sighed powerlessly. Behind him, Song Yongxian, who also followed by step, did not dare to interface, but quietly waited for the follow-up of the emperor.

Song Yongxian is a big pan in the palace. He knows the five grades of the Imperial City Division and controls the internal palace guards. He entered the palace in 40 years and served in the palace for 36 years. After countless ups and downs, the sinister impression of this court has long been deep into the bone marrow. The status of the internal supervisor of the Zhou Dynasty is far less than that of the former Tang Dynasty. Although the eunuch is a close minister of the emperor, it is far less than the status and power of Chinese martial arts. He knows all five grades, and even mentions that the emperor's division of the imperial city holds real power, which is the ultimate in his life, and he dares not have more fantasies. Therefore, Song Yongxian's current behavior does not seek merit, but no wrong. He knows that the world will be chaotic sooner or later, but it is better to wait until his death.

"Song Daban, you said that I have been painstakingly and lonely over the years, such as walking on thin ice. Why can't these ministers always confide in me and do those two ends of the rats in private? Isn't the world all mys? I'm rich all over the world, but I can't close the hearts of these ministers.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Song Yongxian finally opened his mouth in a sad tone. The emperor can talk nonsense in the inner palace, but as a close minister, he can't help but stop it. Under the world, such a crooked heresy as Wang Tu has long been abandoned by scholars and doctors. The world is not alone, and it has long become the consensus in the sea. If he can't make direct advice today, the so-called wall has ears. Once what happened tonight spreads, the emperor will just scold him for a few days, and his internal prison will be overwhelmed by the saliva of the officials. He will belittle the imperial mausoleum to see the grave, and more seriously, he will go to prison to plead guilty and suffer unspeakably.

The former Tang Dynasty is only 400 years old. The great achievements of Li Fuguo and Qiu Shiliang are still in their ears, but the era of internal officials calling for wind and rain has long been gone. Today's eunuchs, although they are cronies of the emperor and close ministers, they can only survive in the cracks between civil officials and generals. Compared with the imperial relatives who have long been virtualized, they are in a more unbearable situation.

I'm really unwilling! Song Yongxian sighed secretly in his heart, but he did not dare to show anything on his face. He was still a bold and loyal minister's face, facing the angry eyes of the emperor calmly and fearlessly. When he saw the anger in those eyes faded, he drew a trace of relief. There was no reason in his heart. This time, he made the right bet again and finally passed this level.

The son of heaven does not need the wisdom and strategy of the eunuchs. He only needs a group of loyal dogs who can go through fire and water for the emperor. At the critical moment, he can even go to the battle to bite people naked. Therefore, after 30 years of ups and downs in the inner palace, Song Yongxian, who is famous for his uprightness and simpleness, can stand out among many eunuchs and become the most trusted follower of the emperor of Zhongping.

Chai Zonghan leaned against the soft chair of the imperial use and waved his hand to make the two little eunuchs who were pinching their feet retreat. Seeing that there was no one around, he said to Song Yongxian with a gloomy face: "The world has been here for a long time, and there are worms, and the court is even more intertwined, like a mess. My father was wise, but he left a difficult chain for his children and grandchildren. Duke Zaifu and a group of military generals have deep roots and have their own calculations. Several of my good brothers have formed a gloomy party. Over the years, I have been operating bleakly, but I have been struggling.

Zhongping Tianzi has been in power for a long time and has become more and more powerful. Now he speaks in the court, and no one has easily stopped him. Song Yongxian stood quietly on the side and did not take the stubble. He knew that the emperor still had a follow-up. Sure enough, the emperor meditated for a long time, stretched out his right hand and raised five fingers.

"The forbidden army, Yulinlang, the imperial city department, the internal supervisor, and the royal horse camp are the five fingers of the heavenly family. As a king, the fingers must be long enough and thick enough to deter the government and control the world. Since the death of the emperor, hundreds of civil and military officials have worked in their own affairs, formed parties for personal gain, and the government order has not been out of the palace for a long time. A group of princes colluded with their party members in private to raise dead men, which has become a great trend.

The emperor stood up from his seat, looked excited, and his voice was generous: "I want to mix in one place, unify the decrees, Haiyanhe Qing, and leave an iron country and eternal foundation for future generations. However, these courtiers who have received favor in the world have pushed three or four obstacles and disobeyed. I have tolerated them for 30 years and can't drag on any longer. The prince is weak and can't convince others. I can't leave these hidden dangers to him to solve.

"At this extraordinary time, when using an extraordinary strategy, Song Yongxian!" The voice of the emperor suddenly rose, full of the majesty of life and death. Only at this time did he feel that he feel like a real ninety-five lord: "I order you to take over the imperial horse camp from now on and must master the situation in the shortest time. You may do it?"

Song Yongxian's heart was hot and knew that the long-awaited moment had finally come. Without a trace of hesitation, he bent down and knelt down. His sharp voice like a male duck roared a little bit of gold and iron: "I am willing to die for your majesty!"