"I saw the Privy Councilor Di Qing, who came out of his own army and then took charge of Privy Councilor.

The first person to discuss it was impossible. In the past three or four years, although there has been no mistakes outside, unfortunately he has gained the reputation of military information. Moreover, the military officials in charge of the country's secrets and obtained military information, which is not a benefit for the country!

...I want to cancel the Qingshu Affairs Office and serve as a state to protect Qingshu, and to eliminate the uninvasive problems of the country.

... I am crazy and foolish, but Your Majesty makes a decision."

Ouyang Xiu meant that it was not a blessing for the court to master state secrets by the military ministers. It was necessary to arouse alertness by all kinds of bizarre rumors among the people.

Therefore, it is recommended to dismiss the position of Privy Councilor Di Qing and become a governor of other states. This can not only protect Di Qing, but also eliminate uninvasive problems for the country.

"Dad, you are...I heard that General Di is a rare and victorious general. Why do you want to impeach him?"

Ouyang Bian pretended to be a little puzzled and pointed to Ouyang Xiu and asked.

Ouyang Xiu stopped writing and smiled and said, "Dad is not trying to harm him, but to protect him. With your talent, you should be able to tell it, right?"

Ouyang Bian smiled. He had speculation in his heart, but he still hoped to hear it from Ouyang Xiu's mouth.

In later generations, some people always believe that Di Qing's death was due to Ouyang Xiu's impeachment. Although some people also spoke for Ouyang Xiu, some people still stubbornly believe that Di Qing was killed by Ouyang Xiu.

Ouyang Xiu put down his pen and said, "It's rare to have time, so I'll tell you that during this period, the flood flooded the city. Di Qing's family lived in Daxiangguo Temple, and their daily lives were on the main hall.

Recently, there have been rumors all over the city that some say Di Qing's body responds to the prophecy, there is an emperor's appearance, and some say that the dog's head of Di Qing's family has horns, and strange lights flash in the mansion...

Haha, what kind of people's rumor is this? I don't look like it."

Ouyang Bian asked, "What do dad think?"

Ouyang Xiu smiled and said, "It's nothing else, I'm just afraid. Our Song Dynasty Taizu was wearing a yellow robe, so we were afraid that later generations would follow suit. Therefore, the Privy Councilors of the Song Dynasty were usually served by civil servants. The purpose of this was to prevent military generals from gaining troops and respecting themselves.

In this way, although the Privy Councilor had a high position, he had only the right to transfer military power and no power to command military power. The military generals below were just the opposite, only the right to command military power, but no power to transfer military power.

But Di Qing's situation was very special. He was born as a military general and had a high prestige in the army. He served as the Privy Councilor and had high power and control over the power to mobilize troops across the country.

At the same time, most of the generals who had the power to command military command were trusted and trusted subordinates who were obedient to him. If the top and bottom were united and the inside and outside were in harmony, the consequences would be unimaginable!

This is why since Di Qing became the Privy Councilor, civil officials have generally been dissatisfied, and the memorials for impeaching him are like rain.

This time, there is even more body response, there is an emperor appearance, some say that the dog's head of Di Qing's family has horns on its head, and there are nonsense such as strange lights flashing in the mansion. Haha, just a trick of frame-up."

All Ouyang Bian thought: "So my father's memorial is to protect General Di?"

Ouyang Xiu turned his brush and gently knocked Ouyang Bian's forehead with the tip of the pen, and scolded him with a smile: "You monkey head, are you lying here, why are you afraid that your father is a treacherous minister who frames the loyal and kind?"

Ouyang Bian felt relieved. He admired Di Qing, a soldier who devoted himself to the country. If Ouyang Xiu really framed Di Qing, it would be difficult for him to accept it.

However, it is unknown whether Ouyang Xiu is from the perspective of back protection or from his own civil servants.

At the beginning of the founding of the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin established a national policy of emphasizing culture and suppressing military affairs. Military generals could only have the right to command military power, but not the right to transfer military power. This was the teaching of Taizu and the essential reason why the Song Dynasty was able to remain content for a long time.

Di Qing touched this bottom line, so the civil servants were frightened and the emperor was suspicious, so they were doomed to have a tragedy.

Ouyang Xiu and the entire civil servant group were also inevitable, and it was also a better destination for Di Qing.

However, for Di Qing himself, it is not so easy to accept.

Di Qing is honest by nature, he can't think of it. He is frustrated. As a military general, he wants military power and does practical things. He doesn't want to waste his time in the local area under the title of prime minister.

In this way, Di Qing was sent to Chenzhou for just half a year and developed poisonous sores on his mouth, and died of depression. He was only 50 years old.

Ouyang Bian couldn't bear it, and suddenly there was an idea in his mind like a flash of lightning.

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It was raining heavily.

The earth has become a vast yellow ocean, with countless debris floating on the water surface, many of which are poultry and livestock, and even those corpses of people are floating.

People who were trekking through the vast ocean had a look of vegetables, and their eyes were full of hope, and they were naked hunger.

Fang Ruhui trekked with the large army among the crowd, with sadness hidden in his eyes.

He had an old father and mother at home, but a mountain torrent collapsed their house. He was rolled into the mountain torrent and rolled out countless miles. When he went back to find it, there was only a piece of white land left in the entire village.

Originally, my parents thought of telling him a marriage this year and passing on the incense well, but now they can only follow other victims to find a way out of their lives in Bianjing.

But as he walked along the way, the villages and towns along the way were running in yellow mud soup, and most of the villagers ran away. Some left-behind people saw the large army and simply tied up the cotton coats and quilts at home and followed behind.

Although this large army fell down every day, its scale became larger and larger. When it entered the capital, Fang Ruhui didn't know how big the team was.

When the counties and townships along the capital were all locked the city gates when they saw them, they did not dare to let them get close, let alone enter, Fang Ruhui's anger and sorrow became even worse.

However, he also knew very well that the victims of disasters have always been synonymous with instability, and it is normal for others to be careful of them. If his family is not affected by the disaster and see so many outsiders, they will also keep the victims out.

The victims had no strength to cause trouble. Their ultimate goal was Bianjing City, which was the place where the emperor was. The kind emperor should not let them starve to death.

With a little expectation, they continued to trek among the yellow mud.

More and more people fell down, and more and more people gathered from all over the world.

Bao Zheng stood on the wall of the outer city of Bianjing and frowned and asked, "What batch is this?"

Wang Qinian said, "Sir Bao, this is the eleventh batch."

Bao Zheng nodded with a heavy face: "How long can the rice in the porridge shed last?"

Wang Qinian's face looked a little ugly: "If you still follow the standard of standing chopsticks, you probably won't be able to hold on for half a month, and there are more and more people, and you probably will only be able to hold on for a few days by then."

Bao Zheng nodded: "Then let's cook a little thinner and you can't starve to death. I will go to the palace to find the emperor. I can't let the people of the Song Dynasty starve to death at the city."
Chapter completed!