Chapter 215: If You Have Any Doubts About External Affairs, Ask Wei Yuan; if You Have Any Doubts About Internal Affairs, Ask Jie Fu
Inside the Xuanzheng Hall.
Zhao Zhen, who was nestling on the Arhat couch, stared at Wei Yuan through a bead curtain.
He really couldn't understand why Wei Yuan was guilty of doing a great job in the southeastern group.
"Wei Qing, tell me, what are your crimes?" He spoke slowly.
Wei Yuan said: "The last general did not do a clean job regarding the weapons. The Japanese envoys took the opportunity to cause trouble and many nobles were dissatisfied."
Zhao Zhen coughed twice more, smiled and said:
"You did this in compliance with my will. If you are guilty, I cannot escape the blame."
Wei Yuan's heart trembled, and he added: "The last general killed many people in the southeast, not just Japanese pirates."
He pleaded guilty just to make Zhao Zhen feel at ease. The reason was not important. What was important was that Zhao Zhen could find a reason. But Zhao Zhen's answer was beyond his expectation.
"The Imperial City Division will report to me every day what you did in the southeast. I think you killed it right. A general should behave like a general."
Wei Yuan thought for a while and then spoke again: "The last general."
Zhao Zhen suddenly interrupted, waved to him, and said, "Come closer and let me see you. I haven't seen you for a long time."
Wei Yuan was stunned.
Seeing this, Manager Zhu quickly made a gesture to him.
He just came back to his senses, stood up and came to Zhao Zhen. He was about to kneel down, but Zhao Zhen waved his hand and ordered someone to bring him a chair.
"Sit in front of me and let me take a good look at you."
Wei Yuan obeyed the order. He sat on the chair and frowned slightly, not understanding what the other party meant.
He let himself stand outside the palace for another three hours, and once again put on a harmonious appearance between the monarch and his ministers.
What exactly does Zhao Zhen want to do?
For a moment, Zhao Zhen said nothing, just looked at Wei Yuan quietly.
After a long time, he suddenly started coughing violently again. Wei Yuan looked at the eunuchs and maids serving him. Did he seem to be used to it?
"Guan Jia, are you okay?"
Wei Yuan asked quickly.
Zhao Zhen waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I feel cold occasionally. I'll be fine in a few days."
Wind chill?
Looking at this cough, it’s not as simple as a cold!
"I hope the officials will take care of the dragon's body."
Wei Yuan cupped his hands and said.
Zhao Zhen smiled and said, "I still remember the first time I saw you, it was here. I also made you wait for a long time."
"You were still a young boy at that time, but now you are more and more calm."
Wei Yuan lost consciousness for a moment.
When he first came to the capital, as Zhao Zhen said, he stayed outside the palace for a long time.
At that time, Zhao Zhen wanted to kill his own spirit.
But what about now?
Wei Yuan fell silent.
Zhao Zhen continued: "In a blink of an eye, in the past few years, you will have a family."
Wei Yuan smiled and said: "Guanjia has a good memory. When the general saw Guanjia for the first time, he couldn't remember anything except fear."
Zhao Zhen gave a rare smile, then turned to look serious and said: "Don't blame me."
Wei Yuan was shocked, "How dare you, the general, blame your majesty?"
Zhao Zhen said earnestly: "My body is not strong anymore. If there is no one to support me, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even walk."
"If I were ten years younger, why would I bother to treat you like this?"
"If I'm gone, I'm worried that the prince won't be able to protect you."
Wei Yuan quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Majesty has a long and blessed life, and will surely live for ten thousand years."
Zhao Zhen said: "There are no outsiders here. Get up, sit down, and chat with me. I'm worried that there will never be another day like this where I can talk to you."
Wei Yuan sat down again.
Zhao Zhen said again: "How can there be an emperor who lasts ten thousand years in this world? In this dynasty, I have mastered both civil and military skills."
"I am already satisfied. I only hate the sky. Why did I not meet you until my later years?"
Wei Yuan lowered his head and remained silent. At this time, he didn't know what to say.
Zhao Zhen sighed and continued,
"You have offended a lot of people in the southeastern group. In the past few days, there have been enough letters signed by the nobles to punish you."
"I let you stay outside the palace for so long, it is for your own good, and I want to give an explanation to those nobles. Otherwise, the matter may not be rectified."
"Good Lord Wei, I am in trouble, you must understand my intentions."
Just as Wei Yuan thought before coming to Xuanzheng Hall.
No matter what, Zhao Zhen could give a reason for neglecting the Danglu army.
To outsiders, it could be that Wei Yuan had great merit or failed to escort the weapons to the Japanese country safely, which gave the nobles an attitude.
This attitude does not necessarily mean punishing Wei Yuan.
But there must be.
For Wei Yuan, it can be said that it is for his own benefit, otherwise, Wei Yuan would really become a 'lonely minister'.
"When I'm here, I can still protect you, but if I'm gone, I'm worried that you won't be able to die well, just like Di Qing back then."
When I heard Zhao Zhen's words.
Wei Yuan felt in a trance.
He originally thought that after the two kings case, the official family had changed.
But now, he had another misconception that the official family was still the same official family as before, without any change.
Which one is the real official?
Or maybe I have never understood the true side of the official family from beginning to end?
"It would be great if I could be ten years younger."
"Good Qing Wei, the future depends on you and Wang Anshi."
Having said this, Zhao Zhen waved his hand towards Wei Yuan and motioned for him to retreat.
Wei Yuan did not dare to stay for a long time, so he left here.
When I stepped out of the threshold of the hall, I suddenly heard Zhao Zhen's words again,
"Good Lord Wei!"
Wei Yuan immediately froze on the spot.
Zhao Zhen murmured, "Good Wei Qing, walk slowly!"
Wei Yuan turned his head and bowed, and left.
Afterwards.
Prince Zhao Xi walked out from the back of the hall and came to Zhao Zhen, "Father."
Zhao Zhen did not look at him, but looked at the direction where Wei Yuan left, and murmured:
"He has always been my good Wei Qing, but. I am old and want to be younger. Why should I be afraid of him being a lone minister? I can protect him well."
"I am old"
Zhao Xi took a deep breath and said seriously: "I will protect you well in the future."
Zhao Zhen shook his head, "When I first met Di Qing, I also had the same idea, but I still couldn't protect him."
"In this temple, you and I, father and son, seem to be the highest-ranking people, but we are also the most powerless people."
"When you become an emperor in the future, you will know that it is often not you who want to make the world public, but the general trend that forces you to make the world public."
Zhao Xi was silent.
Zhao Zhen sighed and said, "If I treat Wei Qing harshly, you should treat him well. In this way, you can control his heart."
"From now on, ask Wei Yuan for foreign affairs and Jiefu for internal affairs. They are the capable people I left for you. With them, you can be sure that you will be safe this day."
Wang Anshi, courtesy name Jiefu.
Zhao Xi bowed deeply and said, "My son, remember this."
Zhao Zhen did not forget to remind him, "Wei Qing has just returned to the court, and there may be some things to take care of."
"On the day of his wedding, you will go on my behalf. I will give you an imperial edict. You can tell him that it is the grace you asked for."
The ancients said that parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run.
Even Emperor Zhao Zhen cannot escape this custom.
Whether it is the case of the two kings or the deliberate alienation of Wei Yuan in front of outsiders today, it is to pave the way for Zhao Xi.
This is the only thing Zhao Zhen can do and want to do in his later years.