Chapter 91 Yang Zhong flees north

Author: almost fire

Chapter 91 Yang Zhong flees north

"Fujia, I don't know if I will be able to see you again this time."

Yang Zhong was sitting and lying on the bed, his originally tall body looking a little weak.

But his mind is clear.

Chen Fujia, who was serving the teacher, was horrified. What he said was that either the old man was going to die or he was going to die. Either the two would die or the other would die, so he said:

"Why did the teacher say this?"

"I, Chen's family doctor, also said that it was just a cold that happened occasionally. After the condition gets better, the teacher will definitely live to be a hundred years old!"

"Smelly boy"

"Am I, the Yang family physician, worse than you, Chen family?!"

The corner of Yang Zhong's mouth curled up, as if he had returned to that afternoon more than ten years ago.

At that time, the imperial court had just moved south for a few years. As a veteran official who advocated the move south and presided over the affairs of the court, his prestige was unparalleled.

With the financial support of the Yang family of Wu County behind him, he was regarded as a famous figure who helped the Han Dynasty both inside and outside the government.

Fifteen-year-old Chen Fujia heard about his reputation and read in the book that the apprenticeship ceremony was to be Shu Xiu, so he carried a hundred dried meats and braved the heavy snow to go to the Yang Mansion, saying that he wanted to become a disciple.

The concierge didn't let him in at all. Which fool's apprenticeship ceremony was really for Shu Xiu?

It's not like he was giving a short-term lecture on cutting leeks and brought hundreds of dried meats to the door, just like Mr. Yang wanted to blackmail the students into eating meat.

Chen Fujia, who was in an emotional state, felt sorry for himself, but he could not afford to feel sorry for himself. He claimed that he was a descendant of the Chen family in Yingchuan, and Yang Zhong refused to accept him as his disciple, so he knelt in front of the door for three days until the snow fell. Neck!

Yang Zhong was also speechless. He had many disciples and old officials, and countless young talents who worshiped him as his teacher every day.

In the end, it was the elders of the Chen family who came forward to intercede and read a good story about Yang Lixue, which led to such a master-disciple relationship.

Chen Fujia seemed to have remembered the past events, but they were all dark history and he did not dare to think too much about it and said:

"Teacher, Your Majesty has taken the lead in the battle and has already punished the important officials of the noble families in the court. Then Wang Zhao went directly to prison to keep company with Jia Laoyin."

"When the teacher recovers and returns to the court, he will definitely be able to dominate again!"

Yang Zhong just smiled faintly. He didn't smile like an old minister from five dynasties who sat and watched the affairs of the court and had been kings for five generations. Instead, he looked like an old man who was relieved to see his children grow up.

Even the iconic aquiline nose looks particularly kind.

"Fujia, I'm already tired of official matters."

"If I can't come back this time, it should be my last words."

"You always feel that I am at a disadvantage. I finally got the position of Grand Master and have worked for the great man for decades. I am also dedicated to my work, but I am not trusted by the emperor."

"Actually, this minister who comes from a noble family has always aroused the fear of the emperors."

"Most of what we have in mind are family interests. When we join the court as an official, we are not doing it for the Han Dynasty or for the world."

"As the saying goes, being with a king is like being with a tiger. If I can live until now, my life is as good as stolen. I am satisfied."

Yang Zhong stood up. Chen Fujia hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but Yang Zhong broke away:

"I am very energetic."

He walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside the window, looking far into the endless north:

"But, I have been a minister of the Han Dynasty all my life, and I also want to see what Chang'an will look like when the Han Dynasty returns to its kingdom."

"You haven't seen it before. Maybe you, the elder of the Chen family, have almost forgotten about it."

"But I remember clearly the people coming and going on Zhuque Street, the resplendent Weiyang Palace, the guards standing at the door, and the stone lions in front of the palace gate. I remember them all clearly."

"This should be the only regret I have in this life."

"teacher"

Chen Fujia frowned. The more he listened, the more something was wrong. What did he mean by these words? They were supposed to be his last words. Both inside and outside of his words, it sounded like he was already determined to die!

Yang Zhong held Chen Fujia down and continued:

"Fujia, I am very proud to have a disciple like you. I am very pleased that you did not lose the prestige of the Han family when you went to Yizhou as an envoy."

"Your Majesty is suspicious of the aristocratic family, but that's right. No king can rest assured if his master is weak and his ministers are strong."

"In the past thousand years, hasn't it always been this exchange of benefits and intrigues?"

"I hope you can clearly distinguish between your family and the court in the future."

"Your Majesty will not completely abandon the aristocratic families, but your Majesty will gradually divide them, and finally only use a group of aristocratic families who are committed to the imperial court."

"Don't follow my path. Remember, you are a minister."

"It's a pity that I can't think so clearly until recently."

Chen Fujia had a sullen face and pinched his lips tightly with his fingers and thumbs. He had already guessed what the teacher meant:

"Teacher, what should I do as a disciple?"

Yang Zhong looked directly at Chen Fujia, his cloudy eyes a little clearer:

"Fujia, you have to assist His Majesty. Although His Majesty has restrained the family by means of this battle, it will definitely not be liked by the family. You have the Chen family of Yingchuan behind you, so you should mediate. I have no heirs, and the Yang family also

"

"Hey, don't mention it."

"Now, I have to leave this reconciliation matter to you."

Chen Fujia bowed and said, "Disciple will definitely live up to the teacher's trust!"

He also claimed that he was ill and did not participate in the court meeting. At his insistence, the Chen family's descendants in Qiongzhou also acquiesced to the emperor's warlike attitude.

But it is impossible for them to openly support, help the emperor, hit other families who advocate peace, and advocate for easing the war.

No matter what kind of family he is, if you go up several generations, you can find an in-law relationship. You have to pay attention to human relations and sophistication!

However, the teacher's intention was not to ask him to help with boxing, but to differentiate, persuade and reconcile like He Kun.

The Chen family in Yingchuan is much more powerful than the He family in Beipu.

"Okay, I'm going on a long journey now."

The north wind has been strong recently, and Yang Zhong's cold weather this time was also because he went to Zhibi Port to meet the captain after recovering from a serious illness. After a long journey, the north wind blew, and he fell ill again.

However, he didn't buy himself any more clothes. He coughed a few times and left wearing single clothes.

Chen Fujia was a little confused, no, this is the Yang Mansion, this is your home, where are you going?

Even if you want to retire when you are old and want to return to the Yang family in Wu County and return to your clan, you have to pay attention to the procedures and resign first, right?

"Where are you going, teacher?"

"Chang'an."

Yang Zhong left as soon as he said so, his steps were faster than those of Xiao Nian.

Chen Fujia was even more puzzled. The old man was in his seventies and eighties, and he didn't even have a servant by his side, so he wanted to go to Chang'an?

And now that you are still a Hanchen, if you meet a Donghu person on the way, why don't you just kill him and ask for credit?

He chased all the way to the hall and suddenly stopped when he saw the broken pieces of the tea cup that had not been cleaned up during the master-disciple discussion a few months ago.

Then, he just looked at Yang Zhong's retreating figure, sighed, and murmured to himself:

"Chang'an is such a good place."

——

"News from Chang'an has arrived."

Puroku Rama was on the boat, looking at the military orders sent from Chang'an.

"General Zhang, the Great Khan and I have the same idea. They want us to send troops to the sea and seal off the sea area as a deterrent. With just a letter of peace, the Han Dynasty will be in civil strife and will have no time to take care of itself."

Puruli Rama handed Zhang Huaiyang a proud military order.

Zhang Huaiyang looked at it carefully and frowned:

"Your Highness, the Great Khan just asked me to wait for Chen Binghai, but did not order an attack."

Pu Liuru smiled lightly and asked:

"The Great Khan didn't forbid us from attacking, did he?"

"The Great Khan is a wise and powerful man, but he is old and suffers from old illnesses. Although he still has the same charm, he has been away from the battlefield for a long time and is not on the front line, so he cannot understand the opportunities of the war."

He pointed at the scene around him, raised his head and asked:

"Does General Zhang think that the king arranged this arrangement just to indulge in extravagant desires and want to enjoy it?"

Zhang Huaiyang looked around and suppressed the urge to curse.

It's a good big ship, the first, second and third floors are fine, they are all well-trained soldiers.
To be continued...