"Political problems must of course be solved through political means."
"The prince returned to the capital with great momentum, and of course he wanted to liquidate. This knife that just killed 600,000 Liao troops. If he doesn't bring it back, he will kill his political opponents severely to avoid all obstacles to his subsequent enthronement and proclaiming the emperor. With Jin Yi
What difference does night walking make?”
"But there is a premise. The power of the East Palace is his basic base. On the premise that this basic base is unshakable, he can do more things. If he comes back, the power of the East Palace has been almost wiped out.
Unless he directly mobilizes troops to Beijing and forcibly controls the capital with military control, his decrees will not be able to leave the East Palace. But once he does this, it means that he, the prince of the East Palace, has actively broken the rules. The rules in the political arena have been broken. He will not
If he plays by the rules, no one will play with him, and his decrees can go out of the East Palace but not the capital, so what's the use?"
"It's true that the capital is the place where the emperor belongs, but Da Qin is not equal to the capital. Da Qin is too big. There are two capitals and thirteen provinces. Everyone plays within this rule. If he breaks the rules, no one will play with him. In this world, he
One person can handle this."
After Zhao Xuanji listened, he felt as if he was listening to you.
To put it simply, nonsense.
But this cannot be said directly.
Frowning slightly, Zhang Biwu said: "Everyone knows this truth, but..."
"But it's so difficult to cut off Donggong's wings. It's almost as difficult as climbing to the sky, isn't it?"
Guan Zhongyi seemed to be able to see through Zhang Biwu's mind and said.
Guan Zhongyi nodded.
Cutting off the wings of the East Palace was something Zhao Xuanji had dreamed of doing, but it was too difficult.
It's completely impossible when the prince is in the capital, don't even think about it.
It was almost impossible when the prince was away from the capital, but there was always a glimmer of hope, so Zhao Xuangji took action, and then Zhao Qinglan took charge of the affairs behind the curtain.
Now Zhao Xuanji has given up completely and is huddled at home all day wondering about something. For a moment, he and Zhao Qinglan, who listens to politics from behind the curtain, have a tacit understanding and harmony, which Zhang Biwu despises.
"For some things, it depends on who does it. It's not necessarily a matter of ability, but who is good at what and who is not good at what."
Guan Zhongyi took his chopsticks and tapped a dish of stewed old duck on the table, and said: "It's like a cook. When a cook here in the capital makes duck, he usually makes a stew, but in Jinling, it's usually braised or white.
Chop it, use more salt water, and rarely stew it as a tonic."
"The same ingredients will be completely different dishes in the hands of different cooks. Can you say that the cooks in the capital are not as good as the cooks in Jinling? Or that the cooks in Jinling are stupider than the cooks in the capital?"
"No, they both have their own merits. It mainly depends on what the diners like. People here in the capital like to do this, and the chefs in the capital will develop the skill of stewing. If this skill goes to Jinling
, there is a high probability that no one will buy it.”
"And it just so happens..."
With a chuckle, Guan Zhongyi said: "This dish is even better if a chef from Jinling makes it."
Seeing that Zhang Biwu wanted to speak, Guan Zhongyi was the first to say: "Of course, I am responsible for the chef, and you are responsible for being the assistant and serving the dishes. And what you need to do is... force the palace and force Zhao Qinglan to hand over the power of listening to the government immediately."
Chapter completed!