Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 320 It's not perfect, it's real

Zhao Wujiang first complimented with a smile, and then said in a deep voice:
"Because of this, you know better than others that the words that a country cannot live without a king carry weight.

Now that there are hidden worries inside the Tang Dynasty and serious troubles outside, there is an urgent need for someone in charge. "

Su Dingfang looked majestic: "The kings are all there, and the prince is also there. Why is it her?"

"Because it can only be her!" Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled emotionally:
"In terms of government affairs ability, who among the royal family of the Tang Dynasty can match her?

The kings are all pleasure-seekers, ignoring political affairs, and it is difficult to understand the suffering of the people.

The prince is young, and it is difficult to manage political affairs if he has the heart. In today's Tang Dynasty, if he doesn't hand it over to Empress Wu, who else can he hand it over to?

General Su, time can't wait for the prince to grow up. "

"Jiangshan belongs to the Li family." Su Dingfang's eyes flickered.

"General Su, you are so loyal, I admire you so much!"

Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists and looked serious:
"But on this matter, the boy is at odds with you.

The boy asks you, who are you protecting when you wipe out the enemy army and sweep away the foreign troubles? "

Su Dingfang, a commoner of the people of Li, took a sip of wine and coughed twice. He could not answer. He was protecting the people of Li, but his loyalty told him that it was Li Tang.

"When the world rises and falls, when it prospers, the people suffer, and when it perishes, the people also suffer.

Under internal and external troubles, the royal family will suffer, but the common people will only die. "Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice:
"The boy rose up in Weimo, was born in the village since he was a child, and was not in a noble family. In my eyes, boy, this Great Tang belongs to the common people.

Tang, inspired by the Li family, but belongs to everyone.

In the Sui Dynasty, Chengfan was established in Yang, but belonged to the world.

At the time of the great Han, the world will return to its heart, and those who offend me and strengthen the Han will be punished even if they are far away. The people of the Li people respect the Han, and they are willing to use "Han" to replace their own blood, and call themselves Han people.

At that time, the surname of Tianxia was not Liu, but Han, and the word Han was Tianxia itself.

The world has never belonged to a certain surname, nor will it be a family of a certain surname. This world belongs to the people of the world!

This world belongs to you and me, to those courtiers who are devoted to the Tang Dynasty, to those soldiers who are desperately standing on the front line, and to those Limin people who live in one place and bring prosperity to the Tang Dynasty. "

Su Huayi stared blankly at this impassioned man, her eyes were full of brilliance, she fell in love with it, and kept rubbing her dress with her hands.

Su Dingfang drank another glass of wine, and laughed for some reason, the laughter was full of emotion:

"Master Zhao, is this your desire to stand up for the world and the people?"

Zhao Wujiang nodded.

Su Dingfang personally poured a glass of wine for Zhao Wujiang, sighed and said with a smile:
"I'm old, give me a smaller reason, it's about you, not Datang."

"About me?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered as if there was something choked in his mouth, and his words were a little awkward.

"For example, for yourself, for the people around you, for the things around you, not for the common people of the great Tang Dynasty, any smaller ones are fine." Su Dingfang didn't look like a battle-tested God of War at the moment, but rather It's like a kind elder, with rippling eyes, looking at Zhao Wujiang kindly:
"From the beginning, you are very relaxed, but the old man can feel that you, Zhao Wujiang, are always like a tight bowstring, ready to go, you don't know where the arrow is going to go, but you are absolutely fierce and indomitable , without hesitation!"

"Mr. Su, I practice martial arts. What you said just now is a sign of restraint." Zhao Wujiang's hand holding the cup trembled a little.

Su Dingfang let out a long sigh, his eyes moistened for no reason:

"Master Zhao, when we first met, I knew that you are far more mature than people of your age, less happy and less escaped.

You strive for perfection in doing things, and you strive for perfection in life.

You are talented in writing, your medical skills are amazing, and you are superb in martial arts, but you are a human being, an ordinary person, how can you be perfect?

Your hands were trembling just now, and your heart was also flustered for a moment just now. The old man is right, you have something on your mind, and you have been tense.

The you at this moment, the flustered you at this moment, are more like a child.

In the eyes of this old man, you have always been like a painting, like a war son, a child, you are only in your twenties, this should be your real appearance.

You don't have to strive for perfection, put your mind to rest, you don't have to put all the burdens on your shoulders, there are old men, and people in the world.

Although the old man doesn't know exactly what happened, but you have saved my life, so feel free to tell me. "

Zhao Wujiang lowered his head slowly, as if his chest was tightly clenched by Mieshi's big hand, crushing desperately, the pain penetrated to the bone marrow.

One after another, images of world extinction kept flashing in his mind, and he remained silent, like the tense bowstring in Su Dingfang's mouth.

Zhao Wujiang's face was pale, he lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"Master." Xiao Miaomiao panicked and hugged his waist with a worried and sad face.

"Master Zhao?" Su Dingfang also hurriedly stood up.

"Uh..." Zhao Wujiang let out a long breath, raised his head slowly, frowned and said with a smile: "I'm fine."

Su Dingfang was worried, he spoke just now, he just hoped that Zhao Wujiang would relieve the burden in his heart, but he didn't expect that Zhao Wuji's state would become extremely bad in an instant.

"I know, it's not perfect, it's true, it proves that I, Zhao Wujiang, am a living person." Zhao Wujiang's face gradually returned to ruddy from pale:
"Thank you, Mr. Su, I was reckless."

Although he said recklessly, he did not stay on this topic, but asked:
"Old man, do you know about the strange object in Ashina Helu's hand?"

Su Dingfang sighed, shook his head and said:
"Ashina Helu was not rescued by the people of the Great Food Kingdom."

"Big food?"

Zhao Wujiang frowned, Dashi is the powerful Arab Empire in the West, and it paid tribute to Tang Dynasty from the second year of Yonghui.

According to the historical records, the Dashi Empire had a battle of Hengluosi with Datang during the Tianbao period.

It can be seen from this that Arabia's combat power is strong, although its overall strength is not as good as that of Datang, but its military strength is not inferior to that of Datang.

But Zhao Wujiang was not particularly worried. At this time, Arabia had just won Persia, and there were factions fighting in the country. Under internal worries, it was impossible to raise troops across the Pamirs, let alone enter the Tang Dynasty.

"The old man sent someone to find out that Ashina Helu exchanged his life and wealth with the news of the strange object.

The caliph of the Dashi (similar to the emperor) sent the god of demigods in the church to set off to the east to find strange things. "

Su Dingfang felt that the food was cold, and ordered his servants to warm it up. As long as Dashi didn't send troops to attack Datang, he wasn't worried.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered, Dashi believed in the Taoism, and the demi-lord god called in this era, his strength was equivalent to the powerhouse of the first-rank martial arts in the Tang Dynasty.

He rubbed Miaomiao's hair, smiled lightly and said:
"Let them find it, as long as the people don't suffer from cholera."

(End of this chapter)