Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

The streets of Tokyo's inner city are paved with bricks and stones, and the sound of horseshoes stepping on the road is extraordinarily crisp, "Da da da..." Every sound is as crisp as peas falling into a plate.

Guo Shao looked at the scene outside, and his eyes were quickly attracted by an unfinished building complex. He looked around and asked casually, "This is the Gongde Pavilion that we asked the Ministry of Industry to send to supervise the construction?"

Li Chuyun hurriedly nodded in agreement.

As the carriage moved forward, Guo Shao's head also turned, and his eyes watched the place for a long time. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Chuyun who was sitting opposite, Li Chuyun also bowed in a hurry.

"After a hundred years of General Li, the portrait can also be hung inside." Guo Shao said in a casual tone.

Li Chuyun clasped his fists and said: "The achievements are all your Majesty's, and I dare not take credit for them."

Li Chuyun's posture is very reserved, but Guo Shao's words are very direct: "But my portrait can't be hung here, it should be in the Taimiao."

Li Chuyun looked embarrassed for a while, as if it was difficult to respond to this sentence. Only then did Guo Shao ponder... If Li Chuyun agreed, it seems that since ancient times, emperors have tabooed death, otherwise how could there be such a saying as longevity.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Guo Shao waved his hand.

Li Chuyun hurriedly looked left and right to talk about it, and changed the topic.

But Guo Shao’s thoughts didn’t change so quickly. He was still thinking about the Xuanren Gongde Pavilion that he saw just now, and suddenly had an idea: Most civil and military ministers were in favor of the Northern Expedition. There may be a reason for this Gongde Pavilion.

Not long ago, the scope of knowing about the attack on Youzhou was extended to Zhengshitang (for such a big event, the prime ministers had to be informed), and was opposed by Prime Minister Fan Zhi, who wanted to scold those who supported the Northern Expedition for encouraging the emperor to use force. However, this kind of feat of opening up territories does not really have much to do with civil servants.

Those who can leave portraits and achievements in it don't know how many lives they have in their hands. Guo Shao himself did not know how many people died.

In front of the ministers, Guo Shao couldn't say whatever he thought. In the past, Li Chuyun and himself were friends and colleagues, so it was more convenient to talk, but after Guo Shao ascended the throne, he couldn't... I talked to Li Chuyun a lot during this trip, but it can be seen that Li Chuyun is also very cautious in speaking.

Guo Shao also kept silent about what he was thinking.

After a while, he looked at Li Chuyun seriously and said: "No matter what you do, you can't avoid the loss of life. What we did was to exchange the lives of the soldiers for the lives of the common people. The soldiers are sacrificing for others."

Li Chuyun's expression froze, and he said: "Your Majesty treats the people of the world with benevolence, and the people are very fortunate."

Guo Shao explained: "The Liao people occupy the land of Youyun, and once they have the opportunity, they can easily invade southward. Just like last year when the Youzhou army robbed Yi and Dingzhou, if the main force of the Liao army went south, the land would be covered with charcoal.

We are not overjoyed and militaristic, but we are doing what we should do. Even if these things cost many people their lives. "

Guo Shao was reasoning with Li Chuyun, and seemed to be convincing himself.

However, he certainly didn't start the war just for noble reasons. Everyone has desires or dreams, and Guo Shao is no exception.

... Back in the imperial city, Guo Shao didn't go to the Jinxiang Palace, but went straight to Xuanyou Gate. Because today is the ten-day bathing holiday, and the monarchs and ministers do not work, it is a day off for people to bathe and change clothes, which is equivalent to the weekend of later generations. However, the weekend comes from Christianity, and the holiday is an ancient traditional custom.

Guo Shao didn't want to go to Zide Hall or Longevity Hall, so he went to Sanqing Hall, a Taoist temple in the imperial palace.

It's very quiet here, and it's a place to clean up. He went to visit Qingxu first, and talked to her for a while, but he probably had nothing in common with Qingxu, after all, he was too young.

Guo Shao thought of Concubine Zhang Taigui who became a monk here, and asked her if she was still staying in Sanqing Hall. He vaguely remembered Concubine Zhang Taigui's words. After she said once, she would see the emperor again. I don't know if it will be a year, two years, or ten years. So Guo Shao temporarily decided to visit Concubine Zhang Taigui.

Mrs. Zhang welcomed Guo Shao into the room at the gate of Qingxiu's hall. There was only one Taoist nun around, and the etiquette was relatively simple.

Guo Shao immediately asked: "It's good for the imperial concubine to be in the Sanqing Palace, what's the need?"

Mrs. Zhang said slowly: "Your Majesty and the Empress treat the people in the palace well. I am fine here. Please sit down, Your Majesty."

Guo Shao then sat down on the futon next to the wooden table in front of a wooden window, and Mrs. Zhang said softly again: "People like me never bothered to ask, thank you for your concern."

Guo Shaodao: "You don't have to thank the noble concubine, I also think this place is very good, far away from the world."

Mrs. Zhang suddenly said in a low voice: "If your Majesty wants to be quiet, you can often come over and sit. I usually don't have anyone to talk to."

The nun was boiling water and making tea inside, and she could be seen from the hall outside. Guo Shao really felt that the atmosphere here was different. Although he was in the palace, he seemed to be isolated from everything.

He saw Go on the table, and immediately lowered his head to watch the chess game above.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhang smiled and said: "If your majesty is interested, let's play the backgammon you taught me last time?"

Guo Shaodao: "The game is too simple, it's boring to play it all the time. The imperial concubine taught me how to play Go?"

Mrs. Zhang looked at Guo Shao's face: "Your Majesty really can't play chess?"

"To tell you the truth, I used to be a pure martial artist, how can I know such elegant things?" Guo Shao said without any pressure, he found it really easy in this place, "But I understand the most basic rules, the flag and the place are eaten when you die, and then count who occupies the most territory."

A former noble concubine who was almost forgotten would be imprisoned in the palace forever. Guo Shao really felt that she could not have any influence on the government.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang explained several strategies in detail, and then asked Guo Shao to practice chess with her.

After a long time, the Taoist nun next to Mrs. Zhang brought the tea. Everything was very slow. The simple palace room was filled with a faint tea fragrance. From time to time there was a soft "pop" sound, and time seemed to pass more slowly.

The furnishing of this place is very simple, even the table where they play chess is made of ordinary wood, not even painted. But on the contrary, Guo Shao felt that the atmosphere was relaxed, and there were not so many decorations to affect people's mood.

Guo Shaodao: "I heard that you have to meet your opponent in chess. If the imperial concubine plays chess with an opponent like me, would it be boring?"

With a smile on her face, Mrs. Zhang observed Guo Shao intently and shook her head without hesitation.

The two continued to play chess in silence. The two people who had only met once, really lacked understanding, and there seemed to be not much to say.

Taking advantage of the gap, Mrs. Zhang picked up the teapot with a thin mouth and poured a cup of tea in a small cup, handed it to Guo Shao, and said softly: "This is a place of pure heart and asceticism. There is nothing particular about tea sets, and there is no good tea. Your Majesty, please don't be disgusted."

After hearing this, Guo Shao glanced at her, thinking that a truly ascetic person might not care about these external things. Mrs. Zhang is indeed not like a real Qingxiu person, she looks too gorgeous, black hair, white skin, red lips, charming eyebrows and lines between plump breasts, all destroy that temperament.

He calmed down and said: "As long as the teapot does not leak, the value of a hundred guan is the same as something worth a few pennies."

Zhang looked at him thoughtfully.

Guo Shao said again: "Precious things are just because people agree with their value. As long as we both agree that these things are very particular, it is good tea."

Mrs. Zhang gently lifted the sleeve of the commoner clothes to cover her mouth, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's words are really interesting."

There was another silence, only the sound of Luozi remained, and the two of them spoke in a way that didn't match up. Guo Shao suddenly asked again: "Does the imperial concubine believe that there are ghosts in this world after death?"

Mrs. Zhang stopped her smile, her expression changed. Guo Shao suddenly realized that she might be thinking of the deceased Taizu.

Her eyelashes trembled in the stream of light from the window, she pursed her lips and pretended to be relaxed and said, "I'm a Taoist priest, so I shouldn't be afraid of ghosts."

Guo Shao raised his head and glanced at her: "What I think of is that so many battles have been fought in the past few years, and I can't count how many people died."

"Since ancient times, great achievements have been made of corpses." Zhang changed his words.

Guo Shao nodded: "This Go game is also very interesting. The person who invented it back then must have participated in the competition for high positions in the world. Both sides of the game are trying their best to occupy the territory, and the person who occupies the most can win. They keep trying to fight for more territory, want to be bigger and stronger, and they can't stop."

Zhang said: "Although your majesty is just learning chess, he immediately comprehended the artistic conception."

Guo Shao showed a reluctant smile: "I just can't help thinking about everything now, maybe it's not a good thing. Recently, I feel more and more that I seem to have lost the indomitable spirit I used to go forward, and I often look forward to the future and feel uneasy about things that have already been decided."

Mrs. Zhang pondered for a moment, and said kindly: "Your Majesty captured Jinyang, the mighty city in half a month, and shocked the world. You have long been a wise and heroic lord. However, it is inevitable for people on the throne to have a lot of thoughts."

"Oh?" Guo Shao finally felt that this person who has been a noble concubine has really seen the world.

At this time, his body and mind are relaxed, and those emotions that are backlogged in his heart also come out. Usually in front of people, even if he has any emotions, he will behave upright and confident, so as to stabilize people's hearts.

Guo Shao really felt that he was in a bad mood these days. Now that he owns more and more things, his situation is getting better and better, but his mood is getting worse instead. I really don't know what's going on.

The two played several games in a row, because they didn't meet their opponents, they played very quickly. Seeing that it was almost noon, Guo Shao got up and said goodbye.

Zhang Shi said: "If Your Majesty does not dislike rough tea and light meals, Sanqing Hall can also have lunch."

Guo Shao immediately smiled and said: "I'm here to visit the elders of the royal family. It's not right to stay too long and have to eat. The imperial concubine takes care of herself. I'll come back later to say hello."

He went on to say: "I will remember the conversation with the Empress Dowager."

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