Qin Meng hurriedly gave Yang Lin to the seat, poured tea and served it.
"Foster father, but it's not smooth to meet the saint?" Qin Meng asked cautiously.
Yang Lin picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips, but put it down again and talked freely.
After a long while, Yang Lin said: "By now, I really don’t understand the holy Gods. To conquer a barbaric state, the northern border can handle it. However, it has to be adjusted from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. Calculating the distance, it’s with the northern soldiers and horses. The transfer is almost the same. However, from the south to the north, it is inevitable that the water and the soil will not adapt, and it is hard to avoid accidents."
Qin Meng pondered for a while, turned to look at the entrance of the study, closed the door, and whispered: "Foster father, maybe. The holy intention is not above the Goguryeo barbaric state."
Yang Lin was surprised to see Qin Meng being so cautious; "Meng'er, what do you mean?"
Qin Meng solemnly said: "Now that the four seas are in Xianping, the Great Sui must transition from fighting the world to the rule of culture. When fighting the world, there are good soldiers, fearing not enough. When it comes to ruling the world, the strong and powerful soldiers will be too expensive for the country. Then... Fear of chaos."
Yang Lin's expression changed drastically, and Yuan Biaobiao stared at Qin Meng with a pair of eyes.
This is a very taboo thing, speculating about the holy will, usually small and small, are afraid of the unpredictable Sacred Heart, let alone the issue of the governance of the army!
However, Yang Lin immediately thought of it. Qin Meng's ability to tell him so openly and openly shows that this righteous son trusts him very much in his heart.
In the power field, sometimes, the biological father and son have their own minds, and it is very rare to be able to open their hearts and tell the secrets in their hearts.
Thinking of this, Yang Lin's eyes softened suddenly, and said, "Jiangshan warriors are determined, and social literati support. This is also a custom since ancient times. No matter who is in the position of the sacred, they will do that. Transfer troops from the south, self It is much easier to disrupt the configuration of the southern army, mobilize generals, and abolish soldiers."
Qin Meng looked at Yang Lin and asked, "Foster father, but Han Wang Yang Liang is in charge?"
"How did you know this? The imperial decree has not come down yet. Where did you get the news?" Yang Lin questioned.
"The Han king's subordinate Sima consulted with Wang Yun, and he came to pay respects to the mansion today. The boy expected his coming. Under the temptation, Wang Sima did not hide it, and asked him about the Goguryeo barbaric state."
Qin Meng gave the detailed process of talking with Wang Wei. I said it to Yang Lin.
Yang Lin sighed: "Go to see the sage for the father, and explain the matter of the Eastern campaign, so that you should be old enough to be in charge of the important officials. However, the sage somehow thought, directly told the father, he has discussed with the ministers, and planned to take the command of the Han King Yang Rang. All the troops and horses in the northern border must guard against Turks. It’s better not to move for the time being."
"Foster father, do you know who is the main general who followed the Han King?"
"The important ministers in the DPRK did not follow. Most of them were under the Han King Yang Liang, plus soldiers from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. What's the problem?"
"His Royal Highness. There is no suggestion?"
When Yang Lin heard this, he suddenly realized something.
"Meng'er, you mean, the saint, who deliberately didn't use the crown prince in this crusade?" Yang Lin's face became gloomy a lot.
"Foster father, headed by Zuo Pu shot Gao Xuan, the officials in the court, devote themselves to the prince. Now that the power of the East Palace is growing, it is inevitable that... will not be susceptible. The transfer of troops to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the commander of the Han king, is not a balance of the court. A balance of power."
Yang Lin's face changed endlessly. Finally smiled and said: "It seems that the father is really old, and there are some things, obviously half a beat in his head. The soldiers and horses of the northern border, after the prince patrol, are more of them. Really let the prince get a line I’m in command, huh..."
Qin Meng smiled and said: "Foster fathers don't have to worry, the Holy Spirit still trusts you. There is no doubt about this. However, governing a big country is like cooking small fresh food. In all things, the Holy Spirit will consider the world. It is inevitable that there will be a choice between advance and retreat. , The saint’s deeds, the foster father doesn’t have to worry about it.
Yang Lin pulled Qin Meng's hand and sighed, "I don't want Meng'er to have such a heart, cough, for my father, I already know everything. , But it is puzzling. I have wronged you."
Qin Meng smiled and said: "Foster father, you have a hard time to rest in your life. Every time the Sui Dynasty is in danger, you will not let the charge be in the battle. The Holy Spirit has not sent the foster father to fight, and it may be that you can't bear it. Do your best, be worthy of society, worthy of the holy grace, have leisure, eat, drink and play for a few days, isn't it good?"
Yang Lin laughed loudly: "It's a good one to eat, drink and have fun! As usual, if someone dared to say this in front of my father, he would have to go up with his mouth. Now, cough, I really feel like I have to enjoy a few days of free time."
Speaking of this, Yang Lin pondered and said: "Meng'er, go get ready and call Jing'er and Yaxuan. Let's take some soldiers and go hunting outside the North City."
Qin Meng was very happy, and was about to prepare, but when the doorman came to report, Prince Xima Ligang begged to see him. (End of this chapter)