Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 106 Who can be the Holy King?
  Capital City, Second Assistant to the Cabinet, Han Mansion.

"Lu Yu submitted a memorial, suggesting that Xiong Tingbi and Wang Qi stay in Liaodong together?" Han Xu threw the transcript of the memorial on the table with disgust on his face: "Moreover, Xiong Tingbi is in charge of civil affairs and Wang Qi is in charge of military affairs. They should not interfere with each other. Lu Yu is clinging to Wang Qi. His face is simply disgusting!”

"And the content of this memorial is not much different from the memorial that Wang Qi just arrived at Wenyuan Pavilion." Zuo Guangdou sat in the hall, seemingly closing his eyes to meditate: "Wang Qi has gained power, and many people in the court have already Start taking sides.”

"Lu Yu is just a little shrimp," Yang Lian sneered: "He, Xiong Tingbi, is the one who really flatters the world! For the sake of a high official and a good salary, or for his own future, he doesn't want to be a famous official and a scholar, but he wants to be a puppet of a military man. , be its minions!”

Yang Lian had already put Xiong Tingbi on the blacklist of literati scum.

Originally, Dong Lin wanted to cooperate with Xiong Tingbi to check and balance Wang Qi.

Now it seems that Wang Qi's memorial was sent out and Xiong Tingbi announced his cooperation with Wang Qi in a high-profile manner, which directly slapped all the cabinet officials in the face.

This certificate of submission is too solid.

From now on, no matter where Xiong Tingbi goes, he will follow him for the rest of his life.

"What do you think?" Yang Lian turned to look at several of his colleagues: "Ye Xianggao has been flirting with Wang Qi for a long time. He has advised Wang Qi many times in the court. Sun Chengzong, Xu Guangqi and others have taken a neutral stance. Liaodong is the most important. It is obvious that as long as Wang Qi is in Liaodong, he will support Wang Qi. Now there are Lu Yu, Xiong Tingbi and others. As a result, almost half of the power in the court will side with Wang Qi. "

Han Xu put his hands behind his back and looked at the window: "There is another person."

Zuo Guangdou finally opened his eyes and whispered: "Your Majesty the Emperor."

There is no doubt that Zhu Youxiao supports Wang Qi.

Dingyuanhou, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, and the future royal consort.

All in all, it seems that Zhu Youxiao's regard for Wang Qi can be seen as long as he is not blind.

"Maybe," Han Xu finally said after a long while: "No one except Wang Qi can do anything about Liaodong!"

As soon as Han Xu's words came out.

There was silence in the hall.

"The emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats rule the world together," Yang Lian said, still angrily.

"In the final analysis, it is the emperor's prejudice against our Donglin Party members, or there are sycophants in the government, which has blocked the emperor's eyes and ears and ruined the world's affairs!" Han Xu was really tired. Since Wang Qi's rise, Donglin seemed to have never had a problem. If you take any advantage in his hands, you will be led by the nose by a young man who is less than twenty years old.
  "If the Holy Lord was in court, why would he do this!" I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. As soon as Yang Lian said this, the three of them looked at each other in an instant.

"Ha, ha," Han Xu smiled awkwardly after a while, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

To be honest, if Zuo Guangdou's words spread, it would be a trivial matter for the three people present to die.

At that time, Wei Zhongxian only wanted to say: Why, if the current dynasty is not a sage, then who is the sage? Do you want to learn from Huo Guang or Sanyang?
  The three of them will never be able to stand up again.

"In any case, let's discuss Wang Qi's matter after the Liao incident is over," Han Xu didn't want to continue talking about this topic.

Because the ultimate crux of this issue is the monarch sitting in the highest position.

It’s not Wang Qi or the Supervisor of Ceremonies, or any other member of the Chu Party or the Zhejiang Party.
  After a while, Zuo Guangdou and Yang Lian said goodbye to Han Xu and left the mansion.

"Yi Zhi, you have a fiery personality. Regarding Wang Qi's matter, I also think that we should take a long-term approach and wait until the Liaodong matter is over before discussing it." Zuo Guangdou bowed to Yang Lian, then bowed and got into the carriage, slowly Leave.

Yang Lian stood there, silently watching Zuo Guangdou's car frame go away.

"Sir, do you want to go back home?" The coachman bowed and asked.

"Go to White Horse Temple," Yang Lian withdrew his gaze, his expression turning cold.

This White Horse Temple is not the world-famous Buddhist temple in Luoyang, but a small temple with not much incense at the foot of the mountain thirty miles outside Beijing.

"Mr. Yang, you haven't been here for a long time," the little novice monk in front of the door bowed to Yang Lian. "There have been a lot of things going on at home recently, and there are fewer people here." When Yang Lian saw the little novice monk, a warm smile appeared on his originally cold face. As he spoke, he took out a handful of fresh fruit from his sleeve: "Bring it to Qiming. Go eat."

The young novice's name is Qiming, and it sounds like the owner is very thoughtful.

"Thank you sir, the master is in the house. Please come in." The little novice monk held the fresh fruit in his robe and bowed again.

Yang Lian touched the novice's head, then stood up, opened the door and walked in.

"Master Sanxiang, long time no see," Yang Lian stood by the door and bowed to a thin old man in the room.

"Please come in," the thin old monk lowered his head and continued to read the Buddhist scriptures in his hand while knocking on the wooden fish.

Yang Lian quietly entered the main room and sat opposite the old monk, with a table between them.

Boiling water makes tea, making a gurgling sound.

"Mr. Yang, have you been worried a lot lately?" After a while, the old monk closed the book and looked up at Yang Lian.

"So be it," Yang Lian pursed her lips, with bitterness on her face.

There are many people doing things in the world, but those who do the right things will inevitably receive the most criticism.

"Are you not sure whether you should continue on this road?" the old monk asked.

"No!" Yang Lian firmly objected, and then said: "I just think there are too many stubborn fools in the world, which is really disappointing."

"Then who is the stubborn and foolish person in the donor's heart?" The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Yang Lian not far away.

"I have a question." Yang Lian did not answer the old master's words, but asked: "What is a saint in this world?"

The old monk looked at Yang Lian with a smile, clasped his hands and said: "Saint kings can only be born, and cannot be done by future generations! Maybe what you do is all vain in the end. The person sitting in the hall does not have any thoughts. Feelings.”

"Why don't you feel anything?" Yang Lian frowned.

"How do you feel if you are not a sage?" the old monk asked.

After hearing what the old monk said, Yang Lian lowered his head and became silent.

"However, the old monk has a point." The monk named Sanxiang stretched out his hand to take the hot tea from the stove and poured tea for Yang Lian and himself.

"Appreciate further details."

"The Holy One has a younger brother, and his name is," the old monk opened and closed his lips and teeth and said three words: "Zhu Youjian."

"I can't do what Yin Huo does. I have no real power and no such intention." Yang Lian shook his head, without any surprise on his face.

Apparently they had discussed the matter with each other.

"Haha, Mr. Yang, you can't be so full of words. Just because you don't want to talk now doesn't mean you won't be able to do it in the future." The old monk looked at Yang Lian steadily.

Plant the seeds first, and if you don't feel angry in the future, they will grow into towering trees inadvertently.

"In three years, King Xin will be the vassal," the old monk pushed a cup of tea in front of Yang Lian: "The poor monk has calculated that it is the place where the dragon is rising."

Yang Lian lowered his head and looked at the scalding tea, his eyes moving along with the water ripples.

　Chapter five. Finally finished.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)