First grade of junior high school Wen Tianxiang sighed softly and put the temporary agreement sent by Lu Xiufu and Chen Diaoyan on the table.
Contrary to his expectation, in just over two months, the pact meeting was coming to an end and all the details of the pact had been decided.
As long as he reads it once, he can read it from beginning to end at the conference tomorrow.
After being read out, this law became the national law of the Song Dynasty.
All laws of the Song Dynasty that conflict with this will be revised based on this standard.
Better than the Magna Carta of Liberty, but far from the realm of the Declaration of Independence.
This is Wen Tianxiang's evaluation of the temporary agreement from Wen Zhong's perspective.
Therefore, he felt very unwilling.
In his mind, the Song Dynasty was an era of outstanding literary talent.
People's knowledge and vision should be far higher than those of North American slave traders.
But the reality was far different from his imagination, and he even felt disappointed in some places.
That feeling was very lonely, just like when I woke up from a dream on Baizhang Mountain, there were still those people around me, but no one understood what I was saying.
"If the Prime Minister is not satisfied, why not refuse to sign and send it back to the convention for reconsideration?"
Chen Diao suggested angrily as he could not get used to Wen Tianxiang's aloof appearance.
When Lu Xiufu, who was waiting nearby, heard this, he was very anxious and quickly said something to stop him: "Prime Minister, you must never listen to such flattering remarks."
Wen Tianxiang smiled, picked up the pen, and solemnly signed his name on the last page.
Lu Xiufu felt a stone fall in his heart.
He let out a sigh of relief, grabbed the draft, put it in his arms, and hurried out.
"I'm going to submit the draft to the Dharma meeting and prepare to read it in public tomorrow."
Lu Xiufu said as he walked, as if he was afraid that Wen Tianxiang would regret it under Chen Diaoyan's instigation.
"Lord Lu," Wen Tianxiang stopped Lu Xiufu and promised in a low voice: "After reading it out, I will ask Du Gui to allocate money to put stones as inscriptions at the entrances of the east and west roads in Fujian and Guangnan.
Carve it in without missing a word."
"I would like to help the Prime Minister."
Lu Xiufu turned around, gave Wen Tianxiang a meaningful look, and walked out quickly.
"This Old Master Lu" Wen Tianxiang smiled bitterly and shook his head, reluctantly choosing to accept the reality.
According to Wen Zhong's memory, it is only the thirteenth century now, and only more than sixty years have passed since the adoption of the Magna Carta of Freedom between Britain and the barbarians.
It will take hundreds of years for human thinking to undergo countless impacts and adjustments before the Declaration of Independence exists. condition.
"That's all, you scholars are so smart that we, Old Chen, can't understand."
Chen Diaoyan was confused by the weird behavior of the two famous scholars in the world, and he muttered.
As if he was still unwilling to accept it, he scolded him for a few words and asked tentatively: "But, Prime Minister, do you really plan to end it now?"
"It's just the beginning.
Although we have expanded rapidly in the past two years, we can only manage three areas.
We have not even confiscated one-tenth of the land in the Song Dynasty.
Moreover, Uncle Feng's side is still in rebellion every day, and there are many rogue bandits.
Robber."
Wen Tianxiang was amused by Chen Diaoyan's honest look and said lightly.
All this is just the beginning.
As long as the country can continue, the imperfect covenant will have a chance to be perfected.
Britain, a small barbarian country in Wen Zhong's memory, developed a federation on which the sun never sets after passing the first Magna Carta of Freedom and experiencing no foreign invasion for more than 700 years.
However, the Huaxia in Wenzhong's memory was brought back to its starting point by foreigners again and again.
The agreement is just a starting point, not a permanent solution.
It is hoped that China can unite a country and awaken the national consciousness of the people.
It is hoped that with this, the concept of equality and contract will be spread, giving China one more opportunity to take the lead in future competition.
"Sir, don't talk to me about twists and turns, you know, I don't understand," Chen Diaoyan complained loudly.
Since joining the Polu Army, he has understood some political things in his heart, but he prefers Wen Tianxiang to tell him personally.
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In this way, on the one hand, he felt that the Prime Minister treated him with sincerity, and on the other hand, it also helped him to directly cooperate with the army.
"I mean, in the past two or three years, we have been busy attacking cities and plundering land, and we didn't even have time to take a breath.
On the surface, it seems that the storm is rising, but internally, there are many things that are not straightened out.
The relationship with the court, the relationship with the local government How to govern the country, how to select talents, and how to make the soldiers feel more and more hopeful are all based on the exploration of a few core figures in the Metropolitan Governor's Office.
There are no principles or rules.
Now that the legislation has just been completed, many things can be done.
Separate them and solve the problem according to the agreed rules instead of relying on people."
"I mean, you really want to give the throne to the son of the Zhao family."
Chen Diaoyan heard that Wen Tianxiang brought the topic back to how to govern the country, and quickly interrupted him.
He is not interested in how to run the country.
His intuition told him that with the death of Prime Minister Wen, people's lives would become better and better.
What he was concerned about was why Wen Tianxiang pushed the yellow robe out again.
Did he feel that the time was not ripe?
After knowing the details, he might as well adjust his stance appropriately.
In order to avoid misunderstanding and causing trouble to the Prime Minister.
Wen Tianxiang was stunned for a moment by the question, thought for a moment, and asked with a smile, "Sitting in that seat has many benefits."
"Whatever you say comes true.
Whatever you want to do, just let it go and do it without any hindrance.
Of course it will be more convenient than now."
Chen Diaoyan answered without thinking.
Looking up at Wen Tianxiang's smiling face, knowing that there would be no estrangement between the two parties, he added in a low voice: "The Prime Minister is only in his early forties this year.
If he marries a few more wives, he is afraid that no one will inherit the great cause in the future."
Wen Tianxiang smiled, moved by Chen Diaoyan's simple concern.
Among the generals in the Polu Army, I don't know how many people wanted to push him to the throne, but Chen Diaoyan was the only one who asked himself in such a direct way and without any utilitarian intention.
"What are you laughing at?"
Chen Diaoyan asked, feeling a little frightened by Wen Tianxiang's smile.
"Aren't you afraid that when you become emperor, you will be a coward and kill you for no reason?"
Wen Tianxiang asked with a smile.
"You won't be a foolish king, otherwise you won't be able to survive the attacks of Beiyuan.
You don't have to worry about being unsupported.
There are nine out of ten people in the army who have the same thoughts as me.
Even those The literati who are always against you now actually care about whether there is an emperor, not who sits on the throne.
After you ascend the throne, most of them will definitely shout long live and can't wait to express their allegiance."
Chen Diaoyan Said with great certainty.
"That's not necessarily true.
Although the Taizu of this dynasty was a virtuous man, he killed his sworn brothers for no reason.
He even used the reputation of being drunk."
Wen Tianxiang deliberately frightened Chen Diaoyan and told the story of Zhao Kuangyin's murder of Zheng En.
He and Chen Diaoyan hit it off instantly, not without reason.
In the eyes of later generations of Wen Zhong, all etiquette and power are like dung.
This is in line with the rebellious side of Chen Diaoyan's character.
Therefore, Chen Diaoyan was unknowingly impressed by Wen Tianxiang's Wen Zhong character.
But he inadvertently and instinctively ignored the side of Wen Tianxiang that was bound by tradition.
"In that case, if you kill me, Chen Ju will be blinded.
We have no choice but to admit that as long as we can drive away the Tatars one day earlier," Chen Diaoyan did not expect Wen Tianxiang to ask such a question.
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He was stunned and said with emotion.
"I ascended the throne and commanded the world to do anything.
Then I launched a large-scale Northern Expedition to drive out the Tartars.
After I was done, I killed you, who had made great contributions and was close to me.
With your head, I will force Uncle Feng and Gui Qing to do it."
They handed back their military power.
Then, the number of sons they gave birth to was inferior to that of the previous generation.
Then, the barbarians invaded again and the people were displaced again.
Are you willing to accept this?"
Chen Diaoyan was speechless, the history of the Song Dynasty was vividly displayed before his eyes.
Zhao Kuangyin's prestige among the generals back then was no less than that of Wen Tianxiang now.
What he just wanted to express was that as long as he could drive away the Tatars, he would not hesitate to make some sacrifices.
In the current situation, the resistance to Wen Tianxiang's becoming emperor is obviously much smaller than legislation, and there are far fewer things that need to be resolved.
At present, it takes a lot of effort just to maintain the agreement and get it accepted, and it wastes the opportunity for the Northern Expedition.
But Wen Tianxiang asked a good question.
If barbarians invade again in a few decades and the tragedy happens again, will the sacrifices made by everyone today be worth it?
"Diaoyan, do you know what it feels like to be on the verge of death?"
Seeing Chen Diaoyan not speaking, Wen Tianxiang sighed and asked quietly.
"I contracted the plague this time, and I thought I had died for the first time.
When I was confused by the fever, I thought I was going to die and the Tatars hadn't been driven away yet, so I was very reluctant.
Later, when I thought about what I had done in this life, I felt that it was nothing.
It's a pity, but after that, it was very easy, very easy."
Chen Diaoyan replied in a low voice, completely immersed in Wen Tianxiang's questions.
Do you really have any regrets?
A face full of sunshine flashed before his eyes.
"I didn't expect that I would never be granted a title of marquis in my life, and I would marry several beautiful wives and concubines."
"The Prime Minister laughed at me again.
I'm almost dead, and I still think about those things.
To be honest, before I got sick, I still had some thoughts in my heart.
After I got seriously ill, these thoughts disappeared," Chen Diao replied naively.
There was a thin figure lingering in front of him, his face was a little red for no reason, and he quickly looked away.
"Diaoyan, actually I have died before.
Just like you, I have looked away from many things after waking up.
I just want to do something real in this life and leave less regrets."
Wen Tianxiang did not notice Chen Diaoyan.
He said it honestly with an unintentional hint of shyness.
"I've heard that in Kongkeng.
The prime minister got a blessing in disguise," Chen Diaoyan replied absently.
Suddenly I felt very confused.
I don't know when I got this habit of cutting sleeves, and I actually liked an army staff officer.
He couldn't say this to Wen Tianxiang for fear of being looked down upon by Wen Tianxiang.
But it was very uncomfortable to hold it in.
Can a man with short sleeves still be the commander-in-chief of an army?
Can a dusty sword still shine?
No one can give him the answer.
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Wen Tianxiang smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He couldn't tell people that he was no longer the original Song Rui.
Although communicating with Chen Diaoyan is much more casual than with Lu Xiufu and others.
The secret was so shocking that no one believed it even if he told it.
Both of them fell into silence, each thinking about their own thoughts.
A feeling of loneliness spread in the room and spread far away through the window.
"I understand.
The Prime Minister said that he had died once and no longer had that much desire for power."
After a while, Chen Diaoyan pulled out his thoughts and changed his words.
"Yes, when you are about to die, you care more about whether you feel guilty and whether there is anything you can't let go of, rather than how glorious your life will be."
Wen Tianxiang nodded, this sentence was close to what he wanted to express.
With Wen Zhong's memory in hand, and looking at the world from another angle, I'm afraid no one will be able to compete for fame and wealth.
It's not that the whole person suddenly became noble, but that the disaster in China in Wen Zhong's memory was too heavy.
Since the Mongol invasion, the West has not been conquered by barbarian peoples for nearly a thousand years.
But China, known for its glorious civilization, has fallen into reincarnation again and again.
Mongolia was unified and 60 million people died.
When the Manchus entered the pass, nine out of ten rooms were empty.
Then came the invasion of the great powers, and then the Japanese invasion.
Civilization has developed to turning points again and again, and has been killed by the butcher's knife again and again and returned to the state of ignorance.
This unbearable weight makes it impossible to breathe and to pursue short-term happiness at the expense of the sinking of the entire nation.
"If the Prime Minister really gives up the throne, it will be up to you.
I'm afraid that this will block the way of many people.
I have to be more careful in the future," Chen Diaoyan sighed and said.
When the bandits have secured a stable territory, they still have to call themselves kings and emperors, and appoint a bunch of military advisors, prime ministers, and generals.
What's more, Polu Army has such a big family business now.
As a former figure in the green forest, Chen Diaoyan knew that it was not that those leaders who claimed to be kings and emperors were short-sighted, but that if you did not do so, your subordinates' dreams of becoming generals and prime ministers would be cut short.
"Didn't I leave the Emperor of the Song Dynasty behind?
Those who want to seal the title will have to work hard."
Wen Tianxiang knew what Chen Diaoyan was worried about and comforted him with a smile.
The Convention retained the emperor and the original title system.
Although the title only represents meritorious service to the country of the title holder, and the privileges and salary related to the title are lost, the path for people to obtain titles and then shine on their families has not been cut off.
Wen Tianxiang's view of internal conflicts is not as pessimistic as Chen Diaoyan.
Nowadays, through military academies and night schools, the national concept has slowly been accepted by the world.
In the face of national justice, many actions that were justified from the perspective of ancient Confucianism have now become unjust actions.
If someone has evil intentions, it will be difficult to pass the military test.
Moreover, Liu Zijun is keeping a close eye on internal security.
If anyone wants to cause trouble, he must first think about how to hide it from the eyes and ears of Liu Zijun's internal affairs and enemy intelligence departments.
"Forget it, I can't help you.
If the Prime Minister wants the agreement to be deeply rooted in people's hearts as soon as possible, I'm afraid he will have to think of other ways besides engraving it on stone and printing it in newspapers."
Chen Diaoyan shook his head helplessly and accepted the reality in front of him.
Wen Tianxiang didn't want to be the emperor, so he had to help him walk on another path.
Although this road leads nowhere, there is no end in sight.
"Is there a better way to hang the eye?"
Wen Tianxiang asked.
As the only famous general in the Polu army, Chen Diaoyan has a unique style no matter how he behaves or leads the army in battle.
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He was born in the green forest and acted unconventionally.
But unconventional styles can often yield unexpected results.
Therefore, Wen Tianxiang also wanted to hear his clever ideas in terms of government affairs.
"It's not a new trick."
Chen Diaoyan chuckled a few times and said narrowly: "When I was in Green Forest, at the beginning of each term of office, I had to lead everyone to do a vigorous job, so that people could I feel convinced that the Prime Minister’s temporary agreement has a long purpose.
It is far away and most people cannot see it.
Therefore, after the agreement is passed, we should seize the time to win a few battles and let Mrs.
Chen wave her pen and take all the credit.
People will not accept it if they see the immediate effect of the agreement.
Resisted” "Great idea" Wen Tianxiang applauded, stroking his hands.
It was only an extraordinary person like Chen Diaoyan who came up with such an extraordinary method.
Among the generals who can take charge of the Polu Army alone, Uncle Zou Feng has a generous personality and is good at planning, so he is suitable for sitting in charge of the central army and coordinating command.
Du Hu has a ruthless character and is good at adapting to changes, so he is suitable for long-distance attacks.
Zhang Tang is calm, eager to learn, and thoughtful, and is suitable for taking every step and confronting the enemy's elite head-on.
As for Chen Diaoyan, he was born as the boss of the green forest.
He has extremely high commanding ability and is also very keen on seizing opportunities.
Although his temper is a little impatient and he inevitably misses small things, he is humble and easy-going, which complements the staff mechanism of the Polu Army, and has a wider development space than others.
Establishing temporary treaties and allowing people to learn to resolve a country's internal disputes through a political model of compromise rather than fighting is only the first step in changing China's reincarnation destiny.
This is like the first bit of ink on a piece of white paper.
How to complete the entire painting requires focusing on the big picture, writing on the small, and seeing the mystery in the details.
No matter how profound Wen Zhong's millennium wisdom is, it must be integrated with the reality of the Song Dynasty and proceed step by step.
Making a treaty is one step, spreading the concept of equality and the spirit of contract is one step, grassroots elections is one step, and public opinion supervision is another step.
But these steps all need a carrier, which is the military victory proposed by Chen Diaoyan.
Compared with the visible results, the words of saints and the laws of ancestors pale in comparison.
Even if the interpreter of the saint's words at this moment is the famous Lu Xiufu.
Thinking of this, Wen Tianxiang and Chen Diao looked at each other and smiled.
Wen Tianxiang and Chen Diaoyan obviously misunderstood Mr.
Lu.
At this moment, Lu Xiufu, who was worried, was not only thinking about giving up the agreement, but how to protect the agreement.
After more than two months of fighting, he finally retained the throne of the Zhao family.
Many classic words and phrases of Confucianism were also added to the temporary agreement as he wished.
But Lu Xiufu didn't feel happy at all.
The moment he was next to Wen Tianxiang just now, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Because Lu Xiufu suddenly discovered that Wen Tianxiang had enough power to abort the temporary agreement that had not yet been announced.
Although, the scholars were very dissatisfied with this temporary agreement that limited the imperial power to a minimum and concentrated all powers such as taxation, appointment and dismissal of officials, and military operations into the Prime Minister's Palace.
But this was an agreement after all, and with it, the generals who tried to put a yellow robe on Wen Tianxiang did not dare to act rashly.
But Wen Tianxiang relied on his personal prestige and power to stay outside the rules.
Although Wen Tianxiang may not be aware of this yet, or he may not be sure of this yet.
However, he has become a wild beast.
Although this beast was still looking around vigilantly, it did not dare to extend its claws and fangs too early.
But sooner or later he will let out his first roar.
Lu Xiufu clutched the temporary agreement on his chest, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Before that, he was still thinking about how to find opportunities to overturn the clauses that were not conducive to the royal family at the next convention, or to find opportunities to overturn the entire convention.
But at this moment, he just wanted to protect this hard-won agreement at all costs.
"This is a cage that traps ferocious beasts.
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We must find a way to imprison Wen Tianxiang himself."
Lu Xiufu thought blankly.
When he looked up, he found that he had ridden his horse for more than five miles without realizing it, and several The guard followed him without knowing why, with a confused look on his face.
"At the beginning of man's life, his nature is good."
The sound of students reading could be heard from the front.
We have arrived at the Confucius Temple.
In the newly built college, sycamore leaves are flying with the sound of reading.
In the autumn of the third year of Xiangxing, in September, the agreement was completed.
There were hundreds of birds chirping in the Confucius Temple.
Prime Minister Lu Xiufu called people to divine it and said: Good luck.
In October, a ship returned from Nanyang, offering Tianzhu rice with ears as big as broomsticks.
In mid-October, Chen Diaoyan and Li Xing sent their troops into Zhejiang again, and their momentum was overwhelming.
Da Chun was seriously ill and unable to send troops to rescue him.
Successful reports from the front line spread frequently, and everyone said that the agreement was beneficial: