"You are right. If the difference in status between two people is too great, then there will be no happiness between them." Zhao Wen agreed very much with what Li Xiaoying said.

Zhao Wen never respected his son's opinions or ideas like other emperors did.

Zhao Wen's management of his son is relatively loose, and he still respects Zhao Mingyu in some matters.

"Although the court seems to be harmonious and peaceful now, there is a different kind of storm underneath this harmony.

Although civil servants like Liu Wenzhong have been with me for such a long time, these people used to be very traditional scholars after all. Under the influence of the Ming Dynasty for nearly three hundred years, the idea of ​​using literature to control military affairs was deeply ingrained."

Zhao Wen got a headache when he thought of this disgusting way of using culture to control force.

If it were not for the strategy of using civil society to control military affairs, the Ming Dynasty in history would not have been in such a state of desolation at the end of its history.

The roots of using civil servants to control military officers began in the Song Dynasty, but the Ming Dynasty carried it forward. After the Tumubao Revolution, the status of military generals was completely incomparable to that of civilian officials.

Zhao Wen is also very afraid that this kind of scene will appear on his side. Once a civil and military conflict occurs, it will not be stopped so easily.

Now Zhao Wen can completely suppress this situation by relying on his prestige, but Zhao Wen cannot live forever. If Zhao Mingyu comes to the throne in the future, he does not have Zhao Wen's abilities. How will he face this situation?

"It's impossible, it's impossible for such a scene to happen. My godfather is not that kind of person. I know him very well!" Li Xiaoying looked at Zhao Wen in surprise. She had never thought about this problem.

Li Xiaoying's father had a very good relationship with Liu Wenzhong. After Li Xiaoying lost her family, she met Liu Wenzhong and recognized Liu Wenzhong as her godfather.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that Li Xiaoying now calls Liu Wenzhong her godfather.

Zhao Wen said with some worry: "I also know what kind of person Liu Wenzhong is. Maybe he will not provoke a civil-military dispute. But hasn't he thought about this in his heart?

Another thing, even if he doesn't think about it, his butt determines his thoughts. Now he is the head of the civil servants, and the civil servants below him will affect him to a greater or lesser extent.

Although there are many college students in the imperial court, the number of college students is limited. At the center of power in the imperial court, most of them are traditional scholars, those who have followed me for a long time. It is difficult to change the views of these people in a short period of time."

Zhao Wen hated the use of civil servants to control the military, and also hated the struggle between civil servants and military officers. However, this kind of thing was difficult to avoid. Unless all college students enveloped the entire court in the future, this so-called tradition would be possible to disappear.

"No, I don't think it's possible. Everything is calm now!" Li Xiaoying still didn't believe it.

"You don't have regular contact with these foreign ministers, so you definitely don't know what's going on here.

Now the civil servants have not expressed this idea, but they must think so in their hearts.

People like Zhao Daniu and Song Hu have made great achievements, but these civil servants still look down on them from the bottom of their hearts."

Zhao Wen stood up after saying this and walked slowly in front of Li Xiaoying.

"There is no civil-military conflict between the DPRK and the Central Government, but who knows whether it will happen in the future? This time around Mingyu's marriage, it is estimated that it will be another battle between dragons and tigers.

Liu Wenzhong was the first to ask me about this matter. He must have had an idea in his mind.

Now Zhao Daniu, Song Hu and others are conquering the southwest. At this time, Liu Wenzhong brought up such a matter. It is difficult to guarantee whether there is any selfishness on his part in this matter.

I think, from Liu Wenzhong's point of view, what he most wants to see is for the future crown princess to come from a civil service group.

The civil servants definitely hope that the Crown Princess will come from a civil service group, but the military generals also definitely hope that the Crown Princess will come from a military general group. There is an almost irreconcilable conflict between the two and there is no way to resolve it."

"If that's the case, can't we just abandon these two groups and choose the crown princess from another place?" Li Xiaoying asked.

Zhao Wen shook his head, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Leave these two groups aside, if you leave these two groups aside, you will have followed the path of the Ming Dynasty and can only be selected from among the people.

But you said it before, if the identity gap between two people is too big, they will definitely have no common language. Even if they get married, the two people will not be happy, and many things will happen that should not happen. "

The current situation has almost become a dead end. If you want the future crown princess to have status and self-cultivation, then there is no way to avoid the two groups of civil servants and military generals.

But this will set off a civil-military dispute. If we want to avoid the emergence of a civil-military dispute, we must select from the people.

"How did it become like this? Why is there no way inside or outside?" Li Xiaoying also had a look of embarrassment on her face.

After listening to Zhao Wen's analysis, Li Xiaoying also realized that this matter was not as simple as imagined.

"Oh, I originally thought this matter could be easily solved, but after hearing what you said, I realized that there is no way to solve this matter at all!" Li Xiaoying said with a sad look on her face.

"Now we can only take one step at a time, let's hold off for now!"

Zhao Wen didn't know what to do for a while, and he had no good way, so he could only put off the matter for now.

"This is the only way!" Li Xiaoying said.

…

After the Spring Festival, it stands to reason that the weather will get warmer day by day, but in this little ice age, the weather will still be cold after the Spring Festival.

It's snowing here in Xuanzang, and it's still snowing in London thousands of miles away.

In a camp near the Port of London, He Donglang and Wang Dongliang were sitting in a low room with a brazier placed in the room, which raised the temperature of the cold room.

He Donglang sat next to the brazier, put his hands next to the brazier, and kept rubbing his hands.

"It's so cold. Why is it so cold this winter? It's getting colder every year!" He Donglang said with a sad look on his face.

"Who knows? I heard His Majesty say before that it seems that we are in some kind of Little Ice Age now. I don't know for sure, but it will take decades to experience such coldness." Wang Dongliang, who was sitting next to He Donglang, said obediently.

Said.

There is a stand on top of the brazier, and there is a copper kettle filled with water on the stand. Under the heat of the flame, the water in the copper kettle has boiled, making a gurgling sound, and steam is constantly coming out.

He Donglang took a teacup from the table behind him, and poured the hot water from the copper kettle into the teacup.

Inside the teacup were the tea leaves he brought over, which were just ordinary tea leaves.

But now these tea leaves have become his only comfort in his hometown in a foreign land.

He Donglang held the teacup with both hands and sipped the tea in the teacup.

"End it quickly, I want to go home early." He Donglang sighed.

"Master He, I also want to go home early. The situation here is getting more and more tense now. I think it will be over in a short time."

Wang Dongliang was also holding a teacup and drinking the hot water inside.

"It should be so. In the recent period, both the king and the parliament have been recruiting troops, and there have been various frictions between the two sides. The people in the city have also been divided into two groups. One group supports the king and the other supports the parliament. But since then

Judging from the number of people on both sides, there are more people supporting the parliament.”

He Donglang drank all the tea in the cup and said.

"Hehe, it seems that there are more people in the parliament, but the king has our weapons. No matter how many people there are in the parliament, it will be in vain. I hope they start fighting quickly."

Wang Dongliang said with a playful look on his face.

It's not that Wang Dongliang looks down on the parliament, it's that the gap between the two parties cannot be bridged by numbers.

"By the way, during this period, we also need to send people to contact the parliament." He Donglang said.

Wang Dongliang was a little embarrassed. He looked at He Donglang and said: "I also want to send someone to contact the parliament, but you also know that the difference between our appearance and the appearance of these people is really big. If we just show off like this

If you send someone to contact you, it will be too easy for others to discover you."

"I know, but even if we are too easy to be discovered, we still have to send someone to contact the parliament.

Are we still afraid of the king? At this critical juncture, I still don’t believe that if he can take action against us, he is not afraid of completely forcing us to go to the parliament?

The king is not a fool, he is shrewd and thinks about the things here more clearly than us." He Donglang said expressionlessly.

What Ho Tung Lang said was not unreasonable. At this critical juncture, if Ho Tung Lang sent people to contact the Parliament, Charles I would not only be unable to show his teeth to Ho Tung Lang, but would even have to smile.

Those warships docked outside the port were no joke, nor was He Donglang's humiliation to Charles I.

Seeing that He Donglang had already made up his mind, Wang Dongliang didn't know what to say, "If that's the case, then I'll start making arrangements tomorrow.

There are a few of our men who can learn their language quickly. I will send these people out when the time comes. Although our people may not be good at speaking the language, it is better to be safe."

He Donglang nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it like this!"

The firewood in the brazier gradually burned out. He Donglang placed the tea cup in his hand on the table behind him, then walked out holding the wooden frame in the corner of the room.

There are two neat rows of firewood stacked under the eaves outside the room. These firewood are the fuel for He Donglang to spend the winter.
Chapter completed!