Everyone has their own agenda

Author: Add coriander to crucian carp soup

Everyone has their own agenda

"Book of Rites, Qu Li Shang": "Rituals are not given to common people, and punishments are not given to officials."

For crimes committed by nobles above the rank of official, they "do not stick to the ties, make people's necks cramped, and do not restrain them." The death penalty is not "in the city" but "in the court."

Kong Yingdashu: "If the punishment is not good enough for the doctor, the rules of five punishments and three thousand punishments will not be used for the purpose of the doctor's crime. Therefore, the doctor must be virtuous. If the punishment is reversed, it means that the king does not know how to be virtuous."

For the ruled class, criminal law should be used to regulate their behavior; while for the ruling class, etiquette should be relied upon to make them self-discipline.

Self-discipline…privilege…

Thongpei looked away, his thoughts racing, but his face remained calm.

He thought a lot, but he could only bury those thoughts that were beginning to take shape in his heart.

He needs an assistant who is courageous enough and trusts him enough to be able to implement the plans in his mind.

Wang Yun and Liu Xie are obviously not suitable choices.

Forget it, let's keep Chang'an safe first, and we need to think carefully about what happens next.

Zhongping lowered his eyes.

There are thousands of thoughts here, none of which can be understood by outsiders.

"Hu'er." When Zhongji walked up the city wall, what he saw was his son's calm and tenacious face.

Zhongji felt a little dazed, as if suddenly Zhongping had completely calmed down.

Although Zhongping was often praised as "young and mature" in the past, his eyes still had some youthful detachment and frivolity. However, now Zhongping's temperament is almost calm.

Could it be that not erecting that monument would have hit him so hard?

Zhongji found it hard to understand, and he preferred to believe that Zhongping's change in temperament was due to the great pressure of defending the city.

Zhongping bowed and saluted: "Father."

"Hu'er, my father heard that you released Zhang Ji outside the city?"

Zhongji hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to hear more about Zhongping's plan. In his eyes, his son would not do anything he was unsure of.

pity……

Sikong Zhangxi and others had always disliked him, and they were also very specific towards Zhong Ping. These were the people who mocked Zhong Ping in name only.

Zhong Ping didn't take these rumors to heart, but Zhong Ji was always worried. Especially when he just got the news from Xun You:

Zhang Xi actually took Dong Cheng to his side, questioning Zhong Ping's arbitrary behavior, and wanted to file a petition to remove Zhong Ping from his post as Shaofu and take back the military power in the city.

How long has it been since this happened? These people are still trying to fight for power...

The remaining clouds are dim, the flags on the wall are rustling, and the sleeves of Zhongji are filled with long wind.

The rain is coming.

"Yes." Zhongping responded. He only heard the beginning and knew that this must be someone with ulterior motives in the court using Zhongji's mouth to test his next plan.

Zhongping was a little tired, so he responded in a low voice: "Haier captured Zhang Ji's soldiers yesterday. Most of them were Luoyang people. They were forcibly recruited into the Xiliang army during Dong Zhuo's rebellion."

"These people have been dissatisfied with Zhang Ji for a long time. As soon as they were captured, they told all about the situation in Fan Chou's army."

"Fan Chou has about 30,000 people under his command, many of whom are from Luoyang. Although they belong to the same army, these Luoyang people are often bullied by Xiliang sergeants and lack food and drink."

"If Situ can not hold these people responsible for joining the Xiliang army to besiege Chang'an, and promise to let them return home after the war."

"Haier can use a trick to make the soldiers in Fan Chou's army mutiny and take advantage of the chaos to defeat him in one fell swoop."

Zhong Ji stroked his beard, nodded repeatedly, and warned: "This is a very clever plan, but it should not be said easily. Be careful that walls have ears."

Zhong Ping smiled slightly: "My child knows what he is doing."

"Hu'er, as a father, tell the truth, do you really want to erect that monument?"

Zhongji looked serious and reached out to gently touch Zhongping's head.

Zhong Ping's heart felt hot and he almost blurted out what he had thought before.

"..."

He opened his mouth, but finally closed it, without replying to the editor's question.

Zhong Ji looked at him for a while, imitated his smile and said, "As a father, I know what I am doing."

Zhong Ping was about to speak but stopped.

Do you really know what I’m thinking…

outside the city

Fan Chou was filled with doubts when he saw Zhang Ji leading the remaining soldiers out of the city and heading towards the Chinese army's camp.

It stands to reason that Zhang Ji's army was almost wiped out last night, and he must surrender even if he doesn't die.

Now, except for some swelling on the face, there are not many injuries on the body, including the soldiers.

Not only were they not tortured, but their faces were all glowing, and they looked like they had eaten and drank enough. Those who didn't know better thought they had just won a battle and returned triumphantly.

Fan Chou snorted coldly, and after a moment put on a smiling face to welcome him out.

"My dear brother, my dear brother, the people guarding the city are really scheming. I couldn't save my brother last night. I hope my dear brother will forgive me."

"It was Ji's fault that he failed to detect the enemy's whereabouts. How can you blame your elder brother?"

Zhang Ji dealt with it verbally.

He thought to himself that if you gave me enough luggage, I wouldn't be completely defeated. After all, my soldiers didn't even have many swords yesterday. It would be strange if I didn't lose, okay?

Now these polite words are of no use.

Zhang Ji and Fan Chou were close on the surface and had a harmonious relationship, but secretly they had their own thoughts and were secretly thinking about how to guard against each other.

Fan Chou really couldn't squeeze out food, grass and baggage for Zhang Ji now.

"My dear brother, look at this, alas, there is nothing I can do about it. We only have five days of food and grass left. If we don't attack the city, we will have no choice but to retreat. By then, General Li's side...

…”

Fan Chou led Zhang Ji to see the tent that was completely destroyed by Wang San's fire, and expressed his helplessness.

Zhang Ji's heart skipped a beat.

Fan Chou's words hinted again to Zhang Ji that if he wanted rations, he would have to lead the attack when the city was attacked.

"My dear brother, do you have any plan to attack the city?"

I have a $&# plan!!!

Zhang Ji was so angry that he almost cursed his mother.

Do you know how much damage a night in Chang'an City caused me? How many shadows those big bidou cast on me...

It's easy for you to open and close your mouth here. If you have the ability, just go up and kowtow with that kid!

What does it mean to always take advantage of me?

You've screwed me over, so why don't you leave something behind?

Bah.

Zhang Ji tried his best to keep smiling: "Those who have been defeated repeatedly do not dare to show their embarrassment to others."

Fan Chou paused in his steps.

"What Brother Xian said, I think Brother Xian must have a plan in mind. Why, Brother Xian doesn't want to say it?"

Zhang Ji: I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense.

"Ji really has no plan..."

Zhang Jiren was almost numb.

He really couldn't stand it any longer and wished he could just stand here and squint for a while.

Fan Chou clasped his index finger, pondered for a long time, and then said: "My dear brother has worked hard all night, and I am very sleepy after thinking about it. I will not keep my dear brother."

After Zhang Ji heard the general amnesty, he hurried back to the camp to rest without caring about An Ding's soldiers.

Fan Chou stared at Zhang Ji's back, wondering what he was thinking in his mind.

He called a few soldiers to follow him, walked quickly to a deserted place, and said: "You wait in the camp and secretly monitor the whereabouts of Zhang Ji's soldiers and horses. Be careful and don't let the news leak out."

"If you hear or see anything unusual, you must report it to me immediately, do you understand?"

After receiving the order, the soldiers returned to the camp and paid attention to each other.

Fan Chou was slightly relieved. It was almost noon. He slowly walked towards the Chinese army camp. On the way, he saw soldiers lining up to receive today's rations.

He glanced at it and saw that there was less rice and more soup in the pot, and he pressed his thumb harder.
Chapter completed!