The fourth master did not answer his question directly, but asked instead: "Times create heroes, and it happens to be a period of great chaos. What does the young prince want to get from this chaos?"

Wanyankang couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Sir, what you said..."

The fourth master looked at him: "Young prince, you don't want to think about it, or you don't dare to think about it?"

Wan Yankang stood up, turned his back and stood with his hands on his back: From ancient times to the present, there has never been a prince in this world who did not want to become the heir apparent. If not to get closer, why would my father work so hard all day long?

Thinking this, he turned around and bowed: "Sir, please teach me?"

"No one needs to teach me about the situation in Dajin. The young prince has read military books and understands everything that needs to be understood. When Dajin was strong, it could overlook the world, but now that it shows weakness, it is a situation where it is attacked from both sides. If Mongolia and Song Dynasty

If the two countries join forces, Dajin is in danger!"

One of the two families had money and food, and the other had horses and soldiers... Thinking like this, I saw the gentleman picked up a branch and drew a map on the ground. Mountains, rivers, and everything were on the map.

But the more I looked at it, the more uneasy I felt. When I saw a line with an arrow going straight from Mongolia to the mountain cave, I heard the teacher say: "At that time, there were powerful people in the mountain cave..."

These words caused cold sweat to break out on his head.

These powerful men did not hate the Mongols, they hated the Jin. It was the Jin who occupied their land, and it was the Jin who robbed their women. Therefore, all the hatred was directed at the Jin. The Mongolian cavalry plus

Due to the uprising of the Han people in the Kingdom of Jin, it was only a matter of time before the mountains, rivers and rivers fell into the hands of the enemy.

But if these two places fall into the hands of the enemy, Jin Guozhen will be in embarrassment. Zhenzhen will be surrounded by people, and he can't advance, but he can't retreat! Because the passage to Huining falls between Mongolia and Mongolia at these two places.

When I picked up my hand, it had already been cut off.

At that time, it was just a dead end.

The fourth master said: "Does the young prince know what brother Zhao Kuangyin did to the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty back then?"

You know it!

The fourth master said with some emotion: "At that time, they must not have thought that their descendants would encounter worse treatment." Then, his tone became more contemptuous, "If this is really the case.

Number of days, then the ending after the Jin Dynasty...will it be better than that of Song Huizong and Song Qinzong?"

The facts prove to be even more miserable!

Wanyan Kang was speechless after hearing this: With how much the Mongolians hate the Jin people, what good can happen to them?

He punched the table: "I just hate that I am young and have little knowledge, so I can't get involved in court affairs at all."

The fourth master smiled meaningfully and said: "There is nothing that you can't intervene in! If you want to intervene but can't...then you have to think about it...after all, everything has a reason!"

Wanyankang didn't understand the meaning for a while.

After returning home, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. What does it mean that everything has a reason? Is there a reason why I didn't interfere in the court affairs?

What's the reason? It's just that my father refused to give in.

But why didn’t the father let him go?!

He couldn't understand it again! Could it be that because he practiced martial arts as a child, his father thought that his ambition was in the world?!

How do you say this...?

The father only has one son, although he always says: Kang'er, do whatever you like, as long as it makes you happy.

Over the years, my father has been doing this. When he was a child, as long as he could make his mother laugh, his father would reward him, and he would agree to whatever request he made. If he was slightly unhappy, he would say "who is serving you?"

Well, the servant who was serving him would have to die half his life.

In the palace, my father does not allow anyone to disobey his little master. If you say this is not pampering, what is pampering? For a father who pampers himself so much... maybe he really just thinks that he likes the world.

Thinking of this, he could no longer rest assured. Some things were urgent and could not be delayed at all.

He got up before dawn, called two guards to come in and freshen up, and said goodbye to Mu Nianci at dawn. Mu Nianci said, "I can't believe that my father will be back in the next two days."

Wanyankang had no intention of meeting him at all. He didn't think Yang Yuanzhen was very capable. He had also met a truly capable person. He didn't talk much, but he was not blind. The village in front of him was like a

In the shrunken city, everything you need to see has been seen, and there is no point in keeping it.

He was anxious, but he remained polite when talking to Mu Nianci: "I will have to come over to ask for advice from you, sir. It will be the same when we meet again. Please ask the girl to say hello to Mr. Yang on behalf of Xiao Wang. We will see you later."

Mu Nianci nodded with a smile and watched the people get on the boat. When he could only see a shadow in the distance, he turned back.

Long'er had been locked in the yard for several days, and she had long been impatient. Now that the guests had left, she stumbled out and ran out. She ran a few steps and looked behind her to see if her mother was following her.

There was a destination, and the destination was the group of chickens, ducks and geese. She was happy when all of them were flapping their wings and the dust was flying.

Mu Nianci reached out and picked her up, and said to Lin Yutong, "This young prince doesn't look like a golden man."

Perhaps because of his different status, Wanyankang did not show much frivolity.

Lin Yutong smiled and said nothing. She had no plans to tell Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci for the time being that this person was Yang Kang. They had to wait, the time was not yet ripe.

But he said that Wan Yankang left the town and did not wait for Ouyang Ke. This guy seemed to have a mental problem. He spent the whole day floating around on the lake with one person and one boat, talking about Xiaoyao Xian. He didn't either

Don't worry about the other party, just take the people and quickly return to the Bianjing Palace.

At this time, Wanyan Honglie had just returned.

Wanyan Kang's heart was very warm, so he went to the study room first before he could go to the back to say hello to his mother.

In the study, Wanyan Honglie was talking to his staff. When he heard that his son was coming, he stopped talking and asked his staff to go out first. Wanyan Kang came face to face with several gentlemen.

To be honest, he rarely interacts with the gentlemen living in this mansion. He is familiar with the charlatans raised in the mansion. But for these gentlemen, he knows who they are.

They came face to face with each other, and they saluted politely. Wanyankang nodded reservedly, and then they all stood up and left after waiting for him to enter the study.

At this time, Wanyan Kang was still thinking, how do these gentlemen on the staff compare with that gentleman? He also thought about finding an opportunity to visit one or two in the future. When he was thinking about it, he heard his father say: "Kang'er's journey is amazing.

Did everything go well? Have you visited your mother? She is probably thinking about you these days."

My mother has been living in that hut and earthen house all day long for more than ten years, so she should be fine.

He then said with a smile: "My son went out for a trip and gained experience. He has something to say to his father, so he came first as soon as he entered the door."

Wanyan Honglie looked at his son's dirty deeds and pretended to be angry: "Just looking at you acting like this means you haven't grown up yet. For big things, you have to be careful when advancing or retreating."

"Yes!" Wanyankang responded, sat down, and finished half a bowl of the tea served by his servants. He couldn't wait to reorganize what the fourth master said to him in his own language, and said it to Wanyan Honglie.

Listen, "...the land between mountains and rivers must never be abandoned! Otherwise, we will have no way out! Today, Mongolian Temujin is very ambitious, but the Song Dynasty is still in a corner, and there is no way to go north to regain the lost territory.

Enterprising spirit…”

Wanyan Honglie understood clearly, "You mean to change the previous policy towards the Song Dynasty?"

"Yes!" Wanyankang smiled and said: "As long as we unite with the Song Dynasty and make good friends with Xixia, we can hold him back Temujin with just iron and salt..."

Wanyan Honglie said nothing, but looked at his son with a smile and asked, "Has Kang'er made any progress in martial arts recently?"

Wanyankang was stunned for a moment: "My son...he was busy all the time, but he was negligent."

Wanyan Honglie stood up and patted his son: "Don't give up halfway. Go back to say hello to your mother, and take a rest early. I went out for a trip and got tanned. Dad and your mother are really worried about you. Please stay at home during this time."

Here, stay with your mother."

Wanyankang opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to realize that after he had been talking for so long, his father just dismissed him. He was a little anxious: "Dad!"

Now that he is an adult, he still calls him "father" in private, but only when outsiders are around or when he is talking about business, will he call him "father".

He became anxious and called Daddy again. Wanyan Honglie laughed loudly: "Our little pony is in a hurry to grow up! Okay, okay! Daddy knows, and he will definitely consider what you said.

Things in the court are not as simple as you think, and the emperor may not always accept your father's words. You don't understand these yet, go ahead! There is a father for these things. Kang'er, you are the only son who will be the father in the future.

Everything you have is yours. Whatever you can think of, or whatever you can't think of, Daddy is thinking about you. Your mother always said that she hopes you are safe and healthy. Daddy and your mother have the same thoughts, and they always hope that you will be happy.

Everything you want will come true. Don't worry, my son, as long as you want it, daddy will give it all and he will definitely satisfy you."

Wanyankang looked at his father's eyes which were a little red from the pain, and without saying anything else, he excused himself and came out.

After stepping out of the study room, for no reason, a sentence rang in his ears: Everything happens for a reason.

My father's attitude... is very strange!

Of course there is a reason for this! But what is the reason?

He walked all the way to the backyard. The servants on the road saw him from a distance, and they all bowed their heads and showed the utmost respect.

When he reached the thatched hut, he stopped again: If the mother was missing her mother's family, then it would have been too long. Who in the world has not lost their parents, and who has lost their parents like my mother?

I don’t know why, but questions that I didn’t think about deeply before suddenly pop up in my mind, and they feel wrong no matter how I think about them. Things that I used to take for granted, when I think about them again, they feel inconsistent everywhere.

His father loved his mother, but he allowed her to live here and sympathized with her past. He shook his head, suppressed the doubts in his heart, pushed open the firewood door and went in.

The mother was still sitting there, wiping the iron gun bit by bit with a handkerchief. Seeing him coming, the mother immediately put a smile on her face, carefully placed the iron gun, and then came over: "Call me mother."

Look, why have you lost so much weight?"

Wanyankang's eyes fell on the gun, and then he slowly looked away. He saw the half-embroidered handkerchief on the side, so he picked it up and looked at it: "Mom, not only can I write well, but I can also embroider it well."

Her handwriting is also beautiful."

Bao Xiruo patted her son: "This is a veil for you. It's pretty but not good."

Wan Yankang leaned over and said, "As long as your son thinks it's good, that's fine." He said in a somewhat casual tone, "Who did you learn the word mother from? If you look closely, you have a certain sense of character."

A smile appeared on Bao Xiruo's face: "Who can I learn from? I just wrote a few random strokes with your grandpa. Your grandpa is the teacher of a private school in the village, and my mother mostly listens and reads outside.

Learned..."

Wan Yankang was shocked, and the handkerchief in his hand was almost torn: Grandpa is a teacher, so this is the family that inherits farming and education. The Song Dynasty has always valued literature over martial arts, and the children of scholars will never dance.
To be continued...