Yang Zhi put down his wine glass, "The State Dynasty is really not suitable for raising wars now. First of all, there is no money. If the national treasury is empty, it can run away from mice. If it weren't for the issuance of paper money, it would be difficult for officials to pay their salaries..."

"If you want to quell the rebellion in Hunchun, although the court has occupied the title of great power, it can still attract the support of the princes and princes outside the pass, but a large area of ​​land with less than 150,000 elite soldiers is absolutely not enough..."

"If 150,000 elite soldiers are required to be equipped with 300,000 civilians to transport supplies and provide support, and the local people are even more worth millions. If you have so much money, you can't even think about fighting if you don't have ten million taels of cash on hand..."

"The first problem is money, and the second problem is whether he can win. Don't forget that Hunchun didn't act without authorization. He was still holding His Majesty's imperial edict. In fact, he really can't say he was rebellious!"

"Once a war is launched, it is to admit to the whole world that the court has been divided into two factions. What do foreigners think? What do Chinese people think? Will anyone have any bad ideas?"

Li Tuo nodded, "Yes! Not to mention that there is a volunteer army in the Far East! Although we just formed an army, we can win with the powerful Tsarist Russians. How powerful do you think they are? Will these people support Hunchun? I think they will definitely do it, which adds a few more variables..."

Yang Zhi picked up a piece of horse lotus meat and put it into his mouth, chewing the strong fragrance and smiled faintly, "The Volunteer Army is Xiao Letian's pawn. In the future, no matter how the Far East plays, it will be his sphere of influence. What should I do if the Chinese army participates in the war? Even if it doesn't participate in the war, it will be a big trouble!"

"So! I don't think the chance of winning the court is high, and 70% or 80% of them may be a sure loss!"

Yi Qi frowned and said, "Are you really so pessimistic?"

Yang Zhi and Li Tuo clapped their hands at the same time and said, "Isn't it just so pessimistic? What's even more terrifying is that who dares to let Prince Gong lead his troops in the court?"

"The 30,000 Xishan New Army is the core, and more than 100,000 Eight Banners' children will be gathered. As long as the soldiers start to move... Hahaha, the court will not be able to control this army!"

"The orders of the king from outside are not accepted. Yi? You can integrate these more than 100,000 people at will, listen to his high officials and generous salaries, and not listen to his frame-up and punish him. Using the 30,000 Xishan New Army as the skeleton, disrupting the system of more than 100,000 people and reorganizing it. This is his power!"

"When the army is integrated, the court will not be able to take away this army. All the middle and high-level officers are the direct slaves of the Japanese 6. How do you think the imperial court will control it? This will become the private army of the Japanese 6!"

Li Tuo leaned against the back of the chair and stretched his waist without looking back, shouting, "Roamen Tiger... Fry a portion of your best hibiscus chicken slices, and warm a pot of wine!"

Listening to the promise of Yanzhihu from the Houya and the little maid, Li Tuo fucked comfortably. "Not mentioning that Prince Gong has no sense of anger, I think he was a celebrity in front of Emperor Xuanzong back then, and only a little bit of the throne is his..."

"To put it bluntly, this king was originally the first emperor who found a way to get it. The six Japanese devils were better than Master Xianfeng! If one day they raised their arms and shouted, and more than 100,000 tigers under their command responded, what good tricks do you think the orphan and widowed mother in the Forbidden City can have? Are you still waiting for a mutiny..."

Yi Qiong's neck was chilling after saying gloomy words, "No... it's not like this! My emperor brother was the successor he personally selected for the exam, and the ministers supported him... no one... no one would follow his sixth brother to make a fuss..."

"Tsk..." Yang Zhi curled his lips. He and Li Tuo were already the direct descendants of Yi Qiong, and there was no need to hesitate to say many ruthless words.

"Tsk... do you really believe in the destiny? It's just that the fist is big. How did Master Yongzheng come to power? His opponents were assassinated... Not to mention how Prince, your fourth brother and sixth brother competed for him during the Daoguang Dynasty..."

"In fact, it doesn't matter who is the emperor in the eyes of court officials. Anyway, the national court does not have the rules of passing on the eldest son..."

Yang Zhi was right. The dynasties ruled by Han Confucianism all paid attention to the inheritance of their eldest sons. This is a very rigorous rule, which is the ancient etiquette.

For a prince, his inheritance order first depends on his birth order, and secondly, on his mother's status. The boys born by the queen naturally have priority inheritance rights, while the children of concubines and others must be postponed later.

Moreover, the order is very important. The eldest is born as the prince. Only when the eldest dies will he have the second and third chances. This is Confucian etiquette and law. This rule seems very unreasonable because no one knows whether the eldest has enough IQ, but in ancient times, this kind of etiquette and law also had advantages.

That is to greatly avoid the civil strife caused by the prince's strife to the country. This is actually a last resort to avoid internal friction.

This was not the case in the Qing Dynasty. The tribal military alliance that came out of Baishan and Heishui believed most was strength, that is, only talent was achieved. The more sons the better, but whoever can inherit the family business depends on who has great ability.

Kangxi gave birth to many sons, and many sons fought for the throne in his later years. In fact, this is a scene that Kangxi was willing to see. Only by fighting and killing can the best descendants be selected, and the dynasty can continue and become more and more prosperous.

This principle itself is not wrong, it seems to seem reasonable, but in the eyes of Confucian scholars like Zeng Guofan, Weng Tonghe, and even pseudo-Confucian scholars like Xiao Letian, this principle actually has a big loophole.

Putting many children in the arena, fighting each other and choosing the most powerful one, is the same as the Tibetans raising Tibetan mastiffs.

Xiao Letian met a Tibetan friend in college in his previous life. This classmate once told a story that when Tibetan mastiffs were not very valuable in ancient times, Tibetans always paid attention to the survival of the world.

The female dog gave birth to a litter of puppies, digged a deep pit in the snow and put the litter of dogs in it, and then did not feed it. In the end, one of the puppies bites the other brothers to death and survive by eating their meat. Such a dog can be called a mastiff.

Just listening to this story, you can feel the bloody smell coming to your face. When the princes competed for the throne in his later years, the bloody storm in the Qing Dynasty was a memory that was unbearable to look back on. There were so many dead people.

Yang Zhi put down his wine glass and said in a very lonely way, "Actually, Xiao Letian explained the truth here very early. This system of choosing heirs by a natural choice has one of the biggest prerequisites, that is, you must have many descendants to choose. You must know that most people will not have more than three sons..."
Chapter completed!