Chapter 779 The debate in the meeting hall, the Northern Liang army defeated the Mang Bandit
Before the autumn season, Jizhou was already a troublesome autumn.
At this time, Cai Nan, the new governor of Lianghuai Road, and Han Lin, who later became the strategic envoy, quickly became the focus of discussion in the officialdom of the capital. The officials in the capital were not willing to say good things about the confidant general of Gu Jiantang, the former Dazhu Kingdom. However, Han Lin, the former Minister of Justice, was a well-known civil servant in Tai’an City. Therefore, most of the Beijing officials were sympathetic, and they all felt sorry that Lord Han had a miserable fate. He finally released himself as an official but took over such a mess. For some reason, during this period, a Zhao man who entered Lianghuai Road earlier than Cai and Han, two chief officials, was not mentioned from beginning to end, even if this man was the third son of the late emperor. Although he was not as good as the eldest prince Zhao Wu and his son today, his mother was also the legitimate daughter of the Peng family, a scholar group in the Northland. However, after Zhao Xiong, who was named King of Han and was vassalized by Jizhou, left the capital, he was like a mud cow entering the sea and there was no news. You should know that the third prince was a famous figure in Tai’an City back then, and his romantic affairs never stopped. When Zhao Xiong was at its peak, the fourth prince in the capital led by Wang Yuanran was still envious in which corner. The six sons of the late emperor, Zhao Wu, were in Liaodong, and were the only prince holding the power of the tiger talisman. He was awarded the real general of Zhenbei to assist General Gu Jiantang and the old vassal king Zhao Sui to guard the north together. The second prince Zhao Wen went to Jiangnan Road, which was misty and hazy and lush, and the fifth prince Zhao Hong was granted the title of King of Yue. The vassal was in the old Dongyue. The sixth prince Zhao Chun was still young and had not left the capital to become a vassal.
There is a lake in the newly built Han Wang Mansion, which was named Tingtao Lake by Zhao Xiong. Everyone knows that there is Tingchao Lake in the Northern Liang Palace. Zhao Xiong named this name, and his intention is imaginative. There is a pavilion in the middle of Tingtao Lake, with water on all sides and no bridges. It is necessary to use a lotus boat to pick a ferry. There are rattan beds and bamboos in the pavilion, several plump peony branches are inserted in the bottle, and the smoke from the incense burner is curling.
Zhao Xiong, wearing a plain white casual dress, leaned on the bed, holding a wine glass, a maid holding a volume of ancient books in front of the vassal king, a maid holding an ice plate next to him, fresh seasonal fruits were placed, and a maid stood behind Zhao Xiong and fanned to drive away the heat.
Zhao Xiong reads a page of books and drinks a glass of wine without talking to others, and enjoys himself.
One afternoon passed slowly in the leisure of the young Han King.
Zhao Xiong glanced at the sky outside the window, and soon a maid helped him put on his boots. Zhao Xiong came to the window railing, squinted his eyes at the motionless figure on the lake shore, and said, “No wonder he can be the youngest general of the state in our dynasty. It’s really hard to be the youngest general of the state in our dynasty.”
Zhao Xiong left the pavilion, returned to the shore in a lotus boat, and walked towards the general of Jizhou who was in a storm. After the latter approached the vassal king, he clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: “I will meet the King of Han when I see you!”
Zhao Xiong waved his hand casually and smiled: “General Yuan said it right when he has something to say.”
Yuan Tingshan slowly raised his head and stood on the shore for the whole afternoon, but his eyes were shining, without any depressedness, and there was no flattery on his face: “I beg the prince to speak a few bad words on the secret letter that could reach the imperial study.”
Zhao Xiong pretended to be surprised and said, “How did General Yuan know that I have the responsibility of submitting a secret memorial, and why did I say something bad about you? I heard that Yuan Tingshan is in a bad situation now. Not only did he not get a good place from his father-in-law before, but recently, some of his confidants who had finally won over to join Han Fang, deputy general of Jizhou, and even the governor Cai closed the door to thank you for your guests, let alone the general. You came to my residence today. Shouldn’t you wait for a timely help? Why do you have to add fuel to the fire and become a general and try something new?”
Listening to the sarcasm of the Han King, Yuan Tingshan remained calm and maintained a respectful posture of holding his fists and bowing, and said sincerely: “I will bring ten thousand taels of gold to this time, and I will play with ten boxes of calligraphy and painting…”
Listening to the story of this young man who was privately scolded as a mad dog by some Beijing officials, Zhao Xiong was stunned for a moment and thought of a picture for no reason. The picture had never been seen with his own eyes, but had been heard with his own ears many times.
Many years ago, a young general looked like this, begging people to give gifts from the Liyang Military Department.
Zhao Xiong looked up at the vast sky with large burning clouds and said to himself, “It’s a pity that it’s not raining.”
Yuan Tingshan looked up at the obviously absent-minded Han King, lowered his head and bit his lip quietly.
The two father-in-law, General Gu Jiantang, have made it clear that he will not help the decayed situation in Jizhou, and Lijiayan Fort also vaguely revealed that nearly 10,000 Lijia private cavalry was the last family fortune and would not be left to his son-in-law to squander. Even if ten thousand private cavalry wanted to fight, they would only fight in the Jinan area. If they were even allowed, they would have to move to the north of Jiangnan Road in one breath, and would never be led by Yuan Tingshan to the border of Jibei to fight with Beimang. In this way, the originally prosperous Jizhou General’s Mansion can be said to be internal and external troubles. But Yuan Tingshan didn’t mind these things. He could even retreat again and again in his career, and even the general of Jizhou didn’t want it. But Yuan Tingshan was extremely afraid of someone, that was the young emperor sitting on the dragon throne in Tai’an City. Yuan Tingshan was afraid that he would become a useless mediocre general in the heart of this ambitious emperor. Once this fatal impression was formed in the emperor’s mind, even if he won a hundred battles, he would have no meaning. So Yuan Tingshan came to ask King Zhao Xiong of Han to impeach him on the secret letter. Only in this way can the young emperor feel that everyone in Jizhou was rejecting him from top to bottom, Yuan Tingshan, just like a lonely minister in the temple, could he have the opportunity to make a comeback.
“The King of Golden Man surname is Zhao, but the King of Antiques, calligraphy and paintings has touched more of the things in his life than you, Yuan Tingshan, have seen.”
Zhao Xiong stretched out his handHe patted Yuan Tingshan on the shoulder: “So Yuan Tingshan, if there is a day of success in the future, don’t forget who pulled you when you are desperate.”
Yuan Tingshan grabbed the back of his right fist with five fingers with his left hand tightly, and the blue veins bulged: “I will never forget it!”
Zhao Xiong leaned over slightly and whispered in Yuan Tingshan’s ear: “Actually, whether you are a general in Jizhou or go to Guangling Road to lead troops to suppress the rebellion, in the heart of someone, it is actually not worthy of his trust. Only when your father-in-law dies can you make a name for yourself. This sentence is regarded as a gift from me to you.”
Yuan Tingshan’s body trembled.
Zhao Xiong seemed a little tired and waved his hand, “You go, I won’t send you off.”