Upon receiving the news that his good brother Wu Anguo had left the Liujia Port safely, Guo Pu, the governor of the six provinces, breathed a long sigh. As the second-largest person in the north, with years of officialdom experience, Guo Pu clearly judged the dangers facing Wu Anguo. More than one person in the world hoped that Wu Anguo would die. This person who was determined to build roads and bridges was a potential threat to all those who competed in the Central Plains. No one knew which side he would lean towards at the critical moment, and no matter which side he stood on, he would break the balance of forces among all parties.

I am afraid that in the future, there will be such a person. Guo Pu put down the letter written by his son to himself, and through the sunlight under the grape trellis, he stole half a day to leisure while thinking about the current situation. For more than twenty years, from witnessing the birth of the new policy to protecting its growth, the governor Guo Pu has worked hard. The stock market, new academies, guilds, property rights law, jazz clubs, all kinds of emerging things that have never been seen in Beijing were born in Peiping, gradually moving from the six northern provinces to the whole country. It can be said that Guo Pu himself witnessed the birth and growth of a new era with his own eyes. In the new policy

In the face, he spent more time than his son. He himself was like a parent who protected his calf and was never ruthless to those who dared to destroy the new policy. For more than 20 years, Guo Pu's methods and power schemes to protect the new policy are no less than those of Huang Zicheng and others. In order to gain time and space for the new policy to grow, Guo Pu had to make himself hard again and again, and felt that his heart was getting colder, becoming only focused on the outcome, not fulfilling his favor, and becoming able to sacrifice everything when necessary, including his family and friends.

The current situation also cannot tolerate Guo Pu's slutty. In the first trial of the new policy in Peking, power schemes could easily crush prosperity. But at that time, the new policy did not threaten the interests of the court and the entire country's upper class, so Guo Pu and Wu Anguo could seek temporary peace with caution. Now, emerging forces have become an extremely powerful force, and no one can block the wind and rain for it anymore. All the roads must be taken by themselves, and only the ones who can fight for it and destroy it are themselves. Therefore, as a leader, Guo Pu had to pursue rationality to the greatest extent, and abandon personal feelings, life, death, honor and disgrace for the final victory of the new policy.

With the strong support of Guo Pu, King of Yan Zhu Di confronted the court for 18 years. "Turn the whole country with one corner" was a strategy secretly agreed by Guo Pu and Wu Anguo 18 years ago. Judging from the situation at that time, the longer the confrontation between the six northern provinces and the south was delayed, the more beneficial it was for the new policy. In order to fight against the court, King of Yan Zhu Di had to give emerging forces a broad space for survival and growth. As time goes by and the comparison between the two political methods of the north and the south, the whole of China will surely see the benefits of the new policy.

"We don't know which road is most suitable for this country, but we try to give future generations more choices. If one day the order they insist on and the equality we insist on can coexist, we don't have to worry about the choices of future generations." What Wu'anguo said, Guo Pu still hears what he said. Over the past eighteen years, countless heroes have fallen on the road to exploring the cycle of fate. No one knows when this thorny road will end, but Guo Pu continues to move forward with confidence. Maybe he will reach his goal, and maybe he will not see the end in this life, but since he has chosen this road, as long as he has survived for a breath, he will have to go on; no matter whether the direction is right or wrong, at least future generations will get experience and lessons from the path we have walked. With libraries and new-style schools that bloom everywhere, there will be no worries about not being able to produce a new Wu'anguo, one Guo Pu, one Wang Feiyu and one Bo Wenyuan.

But at present, we must make adjustments to this strategy. Thinking of everything that has happened in the past eighteen years, Guo Pu is full of hesitation. The times cannot be delayed by the north. Although everyone is still thinking of comparing the north and south for another eighteen years, making the foundation of the new policy more stable, stronger and more balanced. As a witness, Guo Pu knows that the strength of the new life is, once it lays a foundation in people's hearts, I am afraid that no emperor or hero can destroy it. Zhu Di cannot, and even Wu'anguo himself cannot. But Timuer comes, and this ally who once fought against the Northern Yuan Empire with the Zhenbei Army has transformed into a nightmare of China. From the news found by the scouts, this conclusion can be drawn that the Timuer Empire, which has inherent brutality and Islamic fanaticism, is a nightmare for any civilization. The Islamic world has been strong for a while under his rule, but for culture, it is the darkest era.

There are only two roads in front of you, or you can reach an agreement with the wise men in the court. Before the crisis of external troubles is lifted, the north and the south will eliminate the hostility between each other and fight against foreign invaders together. Or let the northern forces annex the south as quickly as possible and integrate the national forces to fight against Temur. Judging from the current situation, both roads are particularly difficult. The only wise man in the southern court who can compete with the north is Emperor Antai himself. His political wisdom can be understood from the Pili method of eradicating his father and stabilizing the Zhu family's territories. With Zhu Biao, all the forces in the northern world, including Guo Pu, must take up a twelve-point spirit to deal with it. Only in the north and the south can they be at peace with each other on the two roads that are moving further and further.

But Zhu Biao was exhausted, and the mess he left behind was definitely not something that scholars like Huang Zicheng who were keen on power and conspiracy could bear. Fang Xiaoru's pedantic retro reforms hollowed out the corners of the court. The hostility of the north and south is now beyond human power, and there is no need to rely on anything else. Just the treasury is enough to accelerate the threat of the north, trying to bring the achievements of the people working hard for more than 20 years to the national treasury. This year, the treasury is maintained entirely by the property confiscated from Shang Jiong's family. When the money is squandered, who else Zhu Yunwen will go to copy? Li Ji and Zhou Chongwen are reluctant to leave, so he can only continue to make the North's decision.

If Timur didn't come, in less than three years, the southern court would drag him down without sending troops from the north. Unfortunately, he came to stir up the situation at this critical moment. Guo Pu put down the teacup, sighed, and tiredly put his white-haired head on the bamboo chair.

There is little hope for joining hands to fight the enemy, and it is impossible to quickly annex the south. The emperor's title does not belong to the King of Yan, and scholars and officials of this era still attach great importance to the title. Once the Zhenbei Army raises its troops south, it will definitely be resisted by all regions. Separatist forces such as the King of Qin and King of Jin will take the opportunity to attack behind the Zhenbei Army. When the north and south are fighting lively, it is the best time for Temuer to advance eastward. It can be foreseeable that the road of unification of force will inevitably flow into blood, and perhaps it will push the entire country and the new policy into a desperate situation.

The afternoon sun shone through the gaps between the grape leaves on Guo Pu's contemplative face, dyeing his snow-white hair and beard into a dark green color. The fierce eye of Timuer, the King of Yan who was eager to seize the throne, the stupid but self-righteous court, and several forces fought in Guo Pu's mind, made his contemplative expression more and more serious.

The biggest resistance to the northern army heading south was not Qin and Jin, not Weibei and Dingxi, but Andong army and the 100,000 naval troops scattered above the ocean. The warships that covered the sky and the sun appeared in Guo Pu's mind. The general of each warship had the big word Cao printed under the command of each warship. That was his good brother, Cao Zhen, one of the founders of the new policy of Peking. On land, there was no army in the Ming Dynasty that was the enemy of the northern army. At sea, there was probably no force in the world to beat the navy under Cao Zhen. Hundreds of warships and tens of thousands of artillery. Emperor Antai

Zhu Biao ruled the country for 17 years, and his sharp sword was the Ming Navy. From the first year of Antai to Zhu Biao's death, the Navy Commander and the Minister of the Sea of ​​the Sea have always been the military general with the highest title, the highest salary and the greatest power in the Antai court. Zhu Biao, who had a unique vision, abandoned the differences in his views on governing the country, was intimate with Cao Zi, and was interested in his loyalty to his friends. Guo Pu, the governor of the six provinces, never thought of seeking the support of Cao Zhen, the Duke of Jinghai, and expelled Emperor Jianwen. After decades of friendship, he knew Cao Zhen's character better than anyone else.

This is the current situation, and Zhenlong's current situation is needed to give advice from a game expert. In nearly twenty years, the governors of the six provinces felt that they were so powerless in the face of reality for the first time. The fine beads of sweat seeped out from the roots of the white hair, condensed into thighs on their foreheads, and flowed down their temples like snow. The weather in the north is not hot, but the torment in their hearts is as hot as fire.

A cool breeze blew faintly in his ears, blowing back and forth along his cheeks, making Guo Pu's chaotic mind a little clear. It was his old wife who came, and Guo Pu, who was lying on the bamboo chair, did not have to open his eyes, but also knew the source of the wind. After thirty years of mutual support, many words between the couple no longer needed words to express.

"Master, Zhengwu has sent another letter. It was secretly sent by a friend of a caravan, but he didn't leave the post." Mrs. Guo gently placed a secret letter in her hand on the stone table beside Guo Pu.

Guo Pu suddenly sat upright and grabbed the letters on the stone table. The messenger had left, and the thick kraft envelope was just an ordinary letter of family, expressing his gratitude to the past and his longing for the present in the tone of the junior to the elder. Mrs. Guo smiled, took out a green candle from the bamboo basket beside her, lit it carefully with a fire fold, and got up and walked aside. She didn't want to care too much about the man's affairs. Under the grape trellis was her husband, a real Confucian. After decades of careful observation, she fully understood the same book of sages and the differences in the Confucians taught by the same sage.

The candle emits a faint smoke, and rows of light blue handwriting were smoked on the back of the letter. This is a secret letter. Zhang Zhengwu introduced in detail the situation in the northwest and the movements of various forces, and sought support from the six northern provinces.

Good boy, Guo Pu's tired heart was filled with ecstasy. Although Zhang Zhengwu and Li Shanping's disciples had been in contact with Guo Pu for more than ten years, this letter still made Guo Pu feel sincerely happy. Not only his generation of old and conspiring to the country, Li Shanping's disciples have grown up and have begun to take action with their own minds. Through the many green leaves, he seemed to see the hope of solving the problem.

"In fact, Timuer's threat is an opportunity for the court. As long as we control it properly, we can gradually take power back from the hands of the foreign king." After the scattered court, Grand Secretary Huang Zicheng, Ph.D. Fang Xiaoru and other cabinet members gathered in the imperial study room and talked with teacups.

Qi Tai had already traveled with food and weapons for the King of Qin, and newspapers across the country paid great attention to this action. The court had already fallen to the bottom of the valley and struggled to rise a little with this action. With this strategy, Huang Zicheng, the Grand Secretary who had regained his confidence in front of Emperor Jianwen, returned to his former wise man image. He held the fragrant tea and sighed at the spectacular scene of Qi Tai's trip.

The imperial study room was very elegantly cleaned. The memorials sent from various places were divided into light, heavy, slow and urgent suggestions, and were neatly placed in four sandalwood baskets embedded with reliefs next to the dragon table. It was rare that Emperor Jianwen, who was in a good mood, sat behind the desk and read the poems he wrote when he bid farewell to Qi Tai with a red pen, marking out whether the allusions were used properly and whether the momentum was grand and grand.

"This sentence is not well written in the words of "The flying general in Longcheng is here now, and the Hu cavalry is peeping at Han Pass every day" and the tone is too sad. Guess which Qing family's writing style is the writing style." Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen pressed the poem in his hand with a jade fracture fan, and smiled and examined several humeral ministers. Since becoming emperor, the monarch and ministers have never discussed poetry and prose again. Every day, he was entangled by the government, and even the pen of reciting poems and paintings became awkward. It was a rare leisure time. Emperor Jianwen excitedly wanted to recall the scene when he was the crown prince.

"It must have been done by Lord Zhuo, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. I don't know if the old minister guessed it right," Li Ji, the Minister of Rites, replied with a smile. The neatly decorated beard trembled in front of his chest with the laughter, making people feel a graceful and grand style of scholars. "Lord Zhuo is too pessimistic to see things, and often cannot see the key to things. Where can Timuer have the strength to really hit the east side of the Guandong? According to the old minister, he was just conquering some barbarian countries and Yelang was arrogant. When Lord Qi arrived, he told him to know that the great power of the Celestial Empire had been prepared. He probably would give up his ambitions and send envoys to Long Live for supply and forgiveness again."

A few words of flattery were just right, making Zhu Yunwen feel as comfortable as eating grape dew with ice. Li Ji, the Minister of Rites, was an old minister of the three dynasties. He was literary and elegant, and his calligraphy was his own school, and he was very favored by Emperor Antai. After Emperor Jianwen ascended the throne, he was not allowed to use it for some reason and was always rejected outside the cabinet. After the Jianwen Dynasty tried to revisit the retro, Zhou Li lacked authority to explain it, so Li Ji was re-activated with Fang Xiaoru's recommendation. Li Ji, who regained power, lived up to expectations, the design of positions such as public, noble, and doctor just solved the problem of personnel arrangement after the court changed its official title, and won praise from the upper and lower levels.

"It was Zhuo Jing, who must have been reluctant to leave his chief official Yuan Li, so he wrote the tone of the poem too sad, sad but not strong." Emperor Jianwen nodded and praised Li Ji's answer, "In your opinion, how should this sentence be changed?"

"This is the old minister's talent. If it weren't for Your Majesty's reminder, the old minister wouldn't have realized the discord of this poem. Why not just hand over the responsibility for the revision to Lord Fang, who is the leader of a school of poetry and prose, and has his own wonderful writing skills." Li Ji, the Minister of Rites, knew how to advance and retreat, and gave the glory of the revision to the lecturer, Fang Xiaoru.

Emperor Jianwen smiled and turned his attention to Fang Xiaoru. He hoped that a minister with higher literary prestige would come out to fight Zhuo Jing's arrogance. Zhuo Jing, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was a close minister promoted by Emperor Antai. When he was instructing his son's government affairs, Emperor Antai made a statement that "the selection of scholars for fifteen years is worthy of Zhuo Jing." But Zhuo Jing was too unsociable. Whether it was a court discussion or writing articles, he always poured cold water on everyone. He never knew how to save face for the emperor. The day before yesterday, Li Jinglong captured the King of Zhou who was intending to rebel and went to Beijing.

All the ministers all reported that the emperor was wise and wise. Only Zhuo Jing's letter wrote the advice of "spend the roots and chased the ends" that made the emperor very unhappy. Moreover, this man repeatedly wrote the book again and again, saying that in the face of the great enemy, he should do his best to take down Peiping first, then sweep the various fans, and face the Timuer westward. He should not waste time using the false texts of Zhou Li, nor should he touch those foreign kings who do not have military power to make the kings feel upset. It seemed that he was the only one in the Jianwen court, and he regarded all the ministers as blind and fools.

Fang Xiaoru contempted to the emperor's eyes, put down the teacup, and said fairly: "In fact, this sentence is already very neat, but it is not suitable for the current time. My poem is not as well as Master Zhuo. If I live, I must change it. I think it is enough to change only two words, and change the word "An" in the first sentence to the word "Shang". This will match General Lan's achievements and the importance of Long Sui for Dingxi Army. Then, the word "Qi" in the second sentence is changed to "Zhi" and it will be enough to match the reputation of the four barbarians that impressed the heavenly kingdoms."

"The flying general in Longcheng is still here. The Hu envoy looked at Han Pass every day, and changed it well, and changed it to the heavenly spirit." Before Emperor Jianwen could speak, Li Jifu praised the Minister of Rites.

"No, good, Lord Qi will definitely impress all countries like Dingyuan Hou Banchao, and let the princes of the Western Regions come to worship in a row. This word is well changed and makes people proud. It is better to write these words in person and send someone to Zhuo Jing back, so that he can understand the artistic conception between the two characters of poetry and prose." Zhou Wuyou, the Minister of War, also followed closely, shaking his head to express his appreciation.

The Grand Secretary Huang Zicheng was obviously also aroused by everyone. He wrote the two lines of the revised poems, looked carefully, and gently placed them on Yunwen's desk. He smiled and said, "It's not that Lord Zhuo is stingy in his poems. In fact, we ministers are not worth half a minute. Wansui is the noble of the Nine Five. Naturally, they have the aura of the emperor. If the emperor's aura is written, you can turn a stone into gold if you change a word. Is it good to change it? According to the minister's opinion, please ask the emperor to decide."

Emperor Jianwen nodded at Huang Zicheng and said with a smile: "If Qi Qing could establish the achievements of Hou Banchao in Dingyuan, I would definitely build a Lingyan Pavilion to let him name it. This poem was changed very appropriately by Lord Fang, but according to my opinion, he had to correct one character to make it appropriate. The word "peep" seems to be sneaky, what is the style of sneaking as an envoy? In my opinion, it would be changed to the word "chao", what do you think of the ministers?"

"Don't worry, please write it out." Li Ji, the Minister of Rites, turned around and walked to the side table under the west window. On the side table, the Duan inkstone was prepared early, and the new tribute Huixuan was laid. He bowed and picked up the lake pen, and wrote the poem after the emperor's imperial criticism in one go. The brush was vigorous and the ink was poured. Then he stuffed the pen into the hand of the Minister of War, patting his hands and shouting joy. "Okay, okay, the old minister has not read such a poem for several years, and has written such a happy word. I dared to ask Your Majesty and gave this poem to my ministers. I will definitely put it on as a memorial for the monarch and ministers to discuss poetry today."

"The flying general in Longcheng is still here, and the Hu envoy is on the Han Pass every day." Fang Xiaoru stroked his beard and recited it, and said with a smile: "The character Chao is indeed different. What Lord Huang said is very true. With the spirit of the emperor, he will naturally control all things. Long live his literary talent. In the future, my ministers and others dare not show off their skills, so they will change their poems in front of Long live."

The king and his ministers looked at each other, and the happiest laughter since Emperor Jianwen ascended the throne was heard in the imperial study. The eunuchs serving outside the house felt strange and put their ears to the door. They heard Huang Zicheng laugh and said, "In fact, if Emperor Wu had not adopted the way of governing the country by Dong Sheng and concentrated on his efforts, how could Wei Qing, Huo Qubing and others have established such a great cause? Back then, the great Han Dynasty had to be praised as the emperor's wise and wise, and the second was to properly implement the strategy of abolishing all schools of thought. As for the flying generals Li Guang and others, they were just hawks and dogs who took advantage of the power to make their name."

"Yes, famous generals will also meet wise kings. As long as there are wise kings in the Central Plains, many Hu cavalry come, don't they all come with excitement and return in failure? I remember that when Emperor Taizu raised a few dozen people, they captured this picturesque country from millions of Tartars. Emperor Gaozu's careful management, which made the Ming Dynasty's territory surpass the Han and Tang dynasties from land to sea. Even if Genghis Khan was reborn, he had to lower his head and say the word "submission". Long live the rest of the second generation, and revive the long strategy and control the entire universe..."

Old Eunuch Li was dizzy when he heard this and almost fell to the ground. Which adult is this? Why is it better than ours? It is higher, and scholars are taller. Even flattering can be used to quote classics like this. Wow, why didn’t I read more poems back then? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have cared about the emperor, and I almost lost my life.

"In my opinion, Temur is just a trauma of mustard moss, which is far away from my Ming Dynasty. Besides, there is a desert between them and the Mongolian Khan. The most important thing at the moment is to implement the Zhou rituals and restore the power of the world to the emperor. As long as my Ming Dynasty is unified, long live to use it as a heart to use it, and ten Temurs will not be afraid of coming."

Another great insight came from the door, causing the old eunuch Li who was serving Yunwen's daily life to tremble. This damn Lord Huang, why did you forget the pain when your scars healed? The last time you arrested the King of Zhou shocked the princes, and almost forced a mutiny in the north. If it weren't for the news of Temur's upcoming attack, the whole country called for unanimous external forces. King Yan Zhu Di endured it at the critical moment, and now the Ming Dynasty itself fought within. Now, the two kings of Qin and Jin took the troops and the court went to provoke others again.

A heavy sigh came from the room, Emperor Jianwen calmed his smile, and his words brought a deep depression: "I don't want to gather authority. But everyone knows that the ministers in the court now have different opinions and cannot send out the restructuring imperial edict, how can I collect it?"

"Long live, don't worry, this time and then, there was no threat from Timuer at that time, so everyone was naturally cautious. Now that Timuer's threat is imminent, we might as well make good use of it and take advantage of the opportunity to fight against foreign humiliation and gain power in the world." The words of Grand Secretary Huang Zicheng were heard again, so anxious that the old eunuch wanted to stomp his feet and wanted to jump into the study to scold Huang Zicheng if he was an undercover sent by some prince. With the lesson of reminding the emperor Wu Anguo that he did not die last time, he did not dare to interfere in political affairs, so he had to greet Huang Zicheng's ancestors in his heart for eight generations.

"The truth is easy to explain, but you can teach me how to do it. Zicheng, if you don't have the idea of ​​how to act, don't fool me with the words "calm and wise". Since I ascended the throne, these four words have been called out to my ears." Emperor Jianwen's words were a little dissatisfied, which made the eavesdropping eunuch Li cheer up.

"Long live, don't worry, I'm also checking the gains and losses these days. I think that if I first straighten out the order in the court, the order outside will naturally be smooth." Huang Zicheng seemed to have expected the emperor's dissatisfaction with him, and responded calmly.

"Then let's talk about how to straighten the order in the court. I have always had a headache," Emperor Jianwen asked with his rare patience. "You are also present on the day when Father returns to heaven. When I think about some things, I have always been like a thorn in my back. Today, there is no one in the study..."

"My God," Eunuch Li suddenly retracted his neck. He finally understood what he said wrong that day, which made the emperor so angry.

"A ray of heroic soul is cold in autumn..." A slim song came out of the old eunuch's mind, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"I came from a family of calligraphy and rituals. I have been taught by saints since I was a child. The king and his ministers always have the principles of the ruler and his ministers, and I dare not forget them. I worked with my brother several times in the face of danger, and I have been in a state of friendship with my friends and betrayed the righteousness of the ruler and his ministers. I was once panicked, and every late at night, I couldn't sleep. If there is a turbulent opportunity today, the king can bear to his ministers, but the ministers cannot rebel against him. Otherwise, the order will be gone, what will China do?..."

The sea breeze in the Nanwuli was strong, and the whistling huge waves slapped violently against the reefs on the cliff, splashing countless snow foams about a foot high. Before one wave could dissipate, it was rolled up by the next wave and broke again on the rocks. Wu Anguo and Shao Yunfei did not care about the strong wind and waves. They stood by the cliff with a letter and looked west. In the distance, the rolling clouds covered the sun, and the ink blue sea rolled and roared, and the sky could not be seen.

"When I met Wu Hou that day, Ziming realized the greatness of the world and the shallowness of his own knowledge. So he decided to explore the unknowns of the world and spread the Chinese civilization in the world. Now my brother and Wu Hou were both forced by treacherous ministers and left their hometown. My brother had to sacrifice his life to follow him and help him escape from the enemy. However, his homeland was not far away, and he called him endlessly. Loyalty and righteousness remained, and he was in charge of his heart every day. He did not dare to stay in Southeast Asia and face the flag and drums of his homeland, so he borrowed a boat to go west..."

"Zi Ming", Shao Yunfei shouted sadly, and when he loosened his hand, the letter paper was swept to the sea by the strong wind. Feng Ziming took two ships to patrol with several sailors of the Feng family the day before yesterday, but he did not return all night. Everyone searched on the ocean and land for a day and night before finding the letter under a stone on the cliff based on the mark left by Feng Ziming.

"Boss, I just inspected the warehouse, and Ziming and the others brought enough supplies." Guo Feng slowly walked up the cliff and reported to Shao Yunfei.

Wu'anguo and Shao Yunfei did not speak, and the pain in their hearts could no longer be spoken. Four days ago, the Mu family sent an envoy to Nanwuli to inform the saints that the Mu family would continue to send troops to the South China Ocean and ask the Nanwuli guards to avoid it themselves. The envoy was rebuked by Shao Yunfei, and Feng Ziming's behavior was already very abnormal at that time. The two thought that Feng Ziming's heart would open itself as time went by, but they expected that he would leave and go to the West alone. He used two express ships to break into the Arabian Sea where jackals were everywhere and along the Turkish Empire. As a result...
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