Qin Meng heard disappointment and anger in Yang Lin's tone.
However, Qin Meng did not hesitate this time, and said loudly: "Foster father, the child does not want to be an official, nor does he want to lead soldiers. If he serves the country, it is enough to be a master craftsman in the Shaofu Supervisor."
The anger on Yang Lin's face grew stronger and stronger, and he suddenly raised his hand, trying to smash the table beside him. Suddenly he covered his chest, and his face was full of painful expressions.
"Foster father, foster father..." Qin Meng was a little panicked, and hurried over. Beat Yang Lin's chest and back.
It took a long time before Yang Lin came over.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..." Yang Lin waved his hand, indicating that he was okay, and asked Qin Meng to sit next to him again.
"Ah, I'm old, it's useless..." Yang Lin sighed and said, "It's no good if you don't accept the old. It is true that there are talents from the generations. Each leader has a few hundred years. In this world, after all, you are young people. of."
Qin Meng felt particularly guilty in his heart, and Grandpa Yang Lin suddenly felt unwell. The most likely cause was the anger.
"Meng'er, you said more than once that you don't want to be an official or lead soldiers. Today, I won't force you. But, tell your father why you don't want to do this, okay?"
Yang Lin was a Meng'er, and Qin Meng's eyes burst into tears, and he knelt down and cried: "The child is not filial, and he made his foster father so angry. It is better to be a real animal."
"Ah, don't cry. I have been my father and have no children under his knees. I really think of you as my own. I am grumpy for my father. I have beaten you and scolded you, but I am not disappointed in you. Over. Originally, for the father, I felt that a man with a talent should contribute to the national community. You have repeatedly shied away, and you must have your own reasons for not letting it go and listening for the father."
Qin Meng had his own calculations in his heart. Generally speaking, even in front of Yang Lin, he would not confide it easily. Now, Yang Lin cared like a calf, so Qin Meng couldn't keep his thoughts.
"Foster father, forgive my child for mad disobedience. Now, the sage is prosperous in the spring and autumn, but what will happen a hundred years later? The new monarch will come to the world. But like the sage, with the world in mind, tolerance is big?"
Yang Lin looked sad, and sighed softly, "Are you afraid of Xinjun's liquidation?"
Qin Meng smiled bitterly: "Foster father, if the new monarch can liquidate, the child is not afraid. The most is to cut off the power of the army and dismiss him and return to the field. What the child is most afraid of is that the new monarch cannot control the arrogant army generals who have spent more than a hundred battles... The child’s words are tantamount to treason, and how Da Sui got here is just before yesterday’s eyes."
The corner of Yang Lin's mouth twitched. The brows were locked together, and the eyes were full of complex expressions.
"Meng'er, don't you mean that the prince shouldn't be the new king?" Yang Lin's voice was a little trembling, and he was very concerned about this issue.
Qin Meng said sternly: "Foster father, a few sons. All have the posture of dragon and phoenix. Given time, properly trained, and supported by loyal and upright ministers, the Great Sui will continue. However, I am afraid that Xinjun can't live with old ministers and towns. In this case, unless it is a bloodbath of the court and a change of officials, it will be difficult to escape the fate of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Therefore, whether you are an official or a soldier, it is inevitable that you will die accidentally in the court. The name is split, the child considers it and protects himself.
Yang Lin listened. Unconsciously, he was a little stunned, and muttered: "It's only self-protection, self-protection is only..."
After a while, Yang Lin seemed to come back to his senses as if awakened in a dream: "Meng'er. How about the prince?"
Qin Meng didn't expect that Yang Lin would ask such a sensitive question, and he pondered for a while and said, "Being benevolent, loyal and righteous is also acceptable, but the small section is too unruly, it is inevitable to lose the population, this is also a great taboo for the prince!"
Yang Lin nodded and sighed again and again.
Suddenly, Yang Lin asked casually: "I heard that Princess Xiao of Jin, how many clothes did I send you a few days ago?"
Qin Meng immediately realized that this question cannot be answered indiscriminately.
However, he couldn't think too long. It was obvious that Yang Lin's questioning was not a simple chatter. If he can take this matter out on this occasion, it shows that he cares very much about it.
"Foster father, King Jin and Haier are not unique fellowships, they are more brotherly affectionate. If King Jin had not been caught in a fight with the prince, Haier would be a brother of the opposite sex with King Jin no matter what others think. But after all, Jin The king and the boy. They are no longer brothers. The Princess of Jin, Xiao Clan, gave the clothes to him, which may not have the intention to win, but the boy, there is no reason to be afraid."
Yang Lin's expression suddenly eased a lot.
"If you want to say that King Jin is brilliant, he may not be under you. Hard-working, how similar is it to today's sage? Well, it's a pity that he is the second son."
From Yang Lin’s sigh, Qin Meng caught a trend that was very signifying. Yang Lin’s Zhongyi Crown Prince inherited the Datong!
Moreover, this shouldn't mean Yang Lin alone, Yang Jian also meant it! (End of this chapter)