"Fight the same room?" Zhao Xingde's lips twitched. He raised his head and looked at Cao Liangshi who was forcibly calm, the shocked officers of his subordinates, Liu Wengu, who was filled with righteous indignation, Yue Fei, who was full of reluctance, but could only bow to his head. Zhao Xingde took a deep breath of cold air, suppressed his ups and downs, and said slowly: "Wengu, you go back_&&"

This sentence is very light, but most people can hear it clearly, and everyone's eyes turn

"Disciples cannot retreat." Liu Wengu not only refused, but shouted, "They are cruel and ruthless, and they will definitely harm their mentor's life."

His voice was choked, his eyes were red, and he looked at Cao Liangshi and others with hostility. Even Cao Liangshi, many people moved Zhao Xingde's face. The family law of the Song family did not kill scholars and officials. However, with Cai Jing and Li Bangyan's affairs, it is not impossible for Zhao Xingde to have an accident. The court is no longer the court of the past. The storm was dangerous, life and death, and the dangerous place was like Yang Zaixing and other commanders of the army. They were not as good as Cao Liangshi and Liu Wengu, who came from the school, understood clearly that Zhao Xingde's step would be incapable of being framed by others, which would be difficult to show off. He might die.

"Stop your mouth and retreat." Zhao Xingde's forehead bulged with blue veins and shouted sternly, "The Huns have not yet been destroyed, should they really fight with each other?"

"Mr. Zhao" Cao Liangshi and Yue Fei spoke at the same time, and Cao Liangshi bowed his hands with tears. He bowed his head with tears in his eyes. Although he was dissatisfied, he no longer made trouble. The situation in the hall eased for a while. "Master Zhao" and "Master Zhao" Cao Liangshi and Yue Fei spoke at the same time, and at the same time, Cao Liangshi bowed humbly and signaled to ask Yue Fei to speak first."

"Zhao Hou, the Qing Dynasty will be clear," Yue Fei looked at Zhao Xingde and said word by word, "I would like to go to the court to protect Zhao Hou from the wronged and plot against the villain." After saying this, he stopped talking and said that Yue Fei was extremely strict in the military administration, but he would do it. The Song army generals had heard of him. Yang Zaixing, Liu Wengu and others heard that he was willing to stand up for protection, and their expressions were slightly relieved. Cao Liangshi looked at Yue Fei with some concern, sighed, and turned to Zhao Xingde: "Zhao Hou, since this is the case, after receiving the order, time will be urgent to hand over military and political affairs, and Cao also has many things to ask Brother Zhao for advice." He glanced at the officers in the hall and said, "These subordinates, I hope you can comfort me again."

"Okay" Zhao Xingde reached his right hand in front of Cao Liangshi Cao Liangshi was stunned and handed over the imperial edict to him.

Zhao Xingde casually put down the imperial edict, which was considered as receiving the edict, and ordered the officers: "Thank you all, go back to the camp to settle the people first, prepare the official documents to report to Lord Cao and Gong Yue." After his words "comfort", he turned to Liu Wengu, sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Liu Wengu is so arrogant, roaring at the central hall, and dismisses his official position." The generals were shocked, thinking that Zhao Xingde was crazy, Liu Wengu himself took a step forward, and before he could defend himself, Zhao Xingde turned to his side and bowed to Cao Liangshi and Yue Fei, "Can this incompetent disciple let him teach him something while teaching him something while errands? What do you think?" Without waiting for Cao Yue and the other two to agree, he looked at Liu Wengu again and asked, "Do you disobey such punishment? Are you willing?"

"Students are convinced," Liu Wengu bowed and said, "Students are willing." His face was filled with a surprise and confusing expression.

"Brother Zhao, why are you?" Zhao Xingde looked at himself expressionlessly. Cao Liangshi sighed and nodded, "Since that's the case, what else do we have to say? Yue Xianggong must have no objection." Zhao Xingde and the people in the Lishe Society are friends. Now they would rather dismiss the disciple first than to prevent Liu Wengu from being framed later. Cao Liangshi felt so upset that he bowed to Zhao Xingde, calmed his mind, and comforted the officers according to the pre-written draft.

Zhao Xingde lives in a courtyard in the Tokyo Left-behind Office, Cao Liangshi, also temporarily lives in the same yard room to make an excuse to ask Zhao Xingde for military and political affairs. In fact, Yue Fei's troops were insufficient and he could only guard a few places. In order to prevent Zhao Xingde from being alert, the town was stationed in the south of Yingchang Prefecture. Even if the reinforcements came with all their might, it would take several days.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The cold wind makes the books on the table sound. The whole room is as cold as an ice cave. The water in the inkstone brush has frozen. Zhao Xingde sat in front of the window and looked out. A cold moon hangs on the corner of the eaves. There are only a few trees in the courtyard. The leaves fall bare. No officers and civil servants come and go, and they can't see the guards. But he knew that outside this small courtyard, he must be very cautious.

"Chen Shaoyang Cao Liang Historian" Zhao Xingde took a deep breath of cold night breath, and his heart and lungs were so cold that his face seemed to be blue. His hands were clenched tightly on the table, and he had never loosened it. His finger joints had already turned white, and blood was faintly oozing from the root of his palm. "What is this? Framing Zhongliang? Am I a Zhongliang? It's just because of trust and suspicion, he Zhongliang, but" he suddenly felt chilled, remembering that the old Tang Dynasty was apart from "please get into the trap"

Allusions include torture such as stone cut off and feces burying people. In the later dynasties, skinning, sucking intestines, and iron-brushing flesh. Only the Song Dynasty claimed that it would not kill the literati and officials. Although it may not be true, even if there is a deep hatred, he rarely used to torture and torture to civil officials. "Being framed is extremely tragic. If you have to suffer all the hardships and die, it is even more miserable. Thinking of this, it is a great blessing for being born in this dynasty, his grandmother is loyal and kind."

Zhao Xingde's sarcastic smile gradually faded, "The court struggles are involuntary forces, and even I can't believe in the future. How can I trust one of them? It can be said that he is bound by himself and blamed himself. But if Lu, Luo and other generals are conspired to be guilty of being concealed," his eyebrows were covered with thick haze, and his fists were clattered, "There are hundreds of people in the army who can be called Zhao Xingde's personal personalities. When they swore to the north, they yearn for a lifetime of achievements and left their reputation in history, but now they are all ruined by me, and even to implicate their relatives and children to shame. It is all my fault."

With three drums, everything outside was silent, Zhao Xingde was still sitting in front of the window, and the past scenes came to his mind, making people feel mixed emotions: "Students have been together for several years, support the country, and help the world and the people. Gentlemen are harmonious but different? Are you taking the initiative? Then what am I? This time, I always have to find some ways to save them."

He looked like a puppet, his thoughts and moods were rushing and colliding like galloping horses. Just when his body and mind were about to be extremely low, he subconsciously remembered a few words of self-cultivation by his mentor Chao Buzhi, and some warmth surged in his heart, and silently said: "The way of heaven is like the direction of the north and south, like the direction of the magnetic needle, like the guided magnetic needle, or like the dangers in front of mountains, rivers, you can take a detour, but you cannot give up the magnetic needle, the world is turbid, it can change with the flow, but you cannot go with the flow of life as short as a white horse, if you cannot hold on to goodness and keep it

, if you lose your morality, you will become a confused person." The corners of his eyes were a little wet, but his eyes gradually calmed down. "Knowing that it is difficult to do, knowing that it is easy to do, knowing that it is difficult to have a physical and useful body. Being able to know that it is the true kung fu nature of self-cultivation is the fundamental nature, life is the endowment, and sequence is outside, it is the body use, power, life, and body use. All of them are their own kung fu and both sides of power. They are the extension of the body and use, and those who make external things use the power for me, and those who make external things use the power are not me. If you can follow it, you will also make external things use the power for me."

A cold moon gradually rose to the top of the sky and fell down again. The drums sounded, and the cold air became heavier and heavier.

In the front yard signing room, Cao Liangshi looked through the files with a serious expression. When Wang Wengong managed the world's financial management, in order to verify the accounts, he imitated the same track and the same text system, and specially stipulated the rules for establishing documents and accounts. He also opened accounts in official schools below the Imperial Academy. In addition to the court's easy access to the files, civil servants could also easily take over the previous official documents of the Ezhou Prime Minister's Office, and even the states and counties in the world. The files were produced and the accounts were classified. Zhao Xingde, and Cao Liangshi was both from the right path. Although it was not completely handed over, Cao Liangshi came to the signing room and thought for a little, he found out where Zhao Xingde placed various files.

"This is?"

The general account of money, grain, income and expenditure for land sold in Kanto was placed casually in the signing room. If the generals of the military were really greedy for money and grain, they would not make a fake account first like a clerk. As a left-behind Tokyo, Zhao Xingde didn't know that the military power would be seized. He would not, and he would not disdain this way, and Cao Liangshi knew that this account was probably true. He gently opened a page and looked down from the top, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

"I didn't expect that Yuan Zhibing's family was like this."

It was dim outside the window. Cao Liangshi sighed and stood up. His mood was very complicated. Zhao Xingde was very open-minded. Not only did the money, grain books, and copies of letters in Hedong, and files were all clear. Any civil servant who was skilled in politics could see that the three crimes of affair with Xia Kingdom, greed for money, and building a good vassal state were purely framed by catching wind and shadow. Cao Liangshi's eyes were red, but he was not sleepy at all. After drinking half a cup of tea, he walked with his hands on his back. Before he knew it, he walked back to the yard where Zhao Xingde lived. Seeing Zhao Xingde sitting in front of the window, it seemed that he had not been asleep all night. Cao Liangshi felt a little guilty. He walked over and bowed to Zhao Xingde first, then pushed the door and entered.
Chapter completed!