As a member of an aristocratic family, Sima Yi certainly hopes that the aristocratic family can enjoy everything from generation to generation without change.

But from the position of the Lord of Hebei, he hoped that this kind of thing would not happen so quickly.

At least not now.

Especially when a powerful enemy is pressing down on the country, we can only consider protecting Hebei first before considering other things.

Different identities lead to different perspectives on issues.

Sima Yi understood that there was only one way to stop Taotie from eating, and that was... to kill it.

But he understood better that the Sima clan was also a part of Taotie. If he really wanted to kill Taotie, wouldn't it mean that... I would kill myself?

This is a tightly knotted cycle.

Sima Yi thought of this and sighed deeply.

At this time, he even couldn't help but feel envious of Zhuge Liang and Feng Yonglai.

You can attack the aristocratic family without any scruples, and Shunchang will perish.

Thinking back to the beginning, Wei Dynasty prospered because of the support of the aristocratic family, and Ji Han declined because of the separation of the aristocratic family.

Nowadays, it is the other way around. Ji Han prospered because there were no constraints from aristocratic families, while Da Wei became weak because there were no constraints from aristocratic families.

Could it be that this is where it starts and ends?

Looking at the Taifu sighing again, and then looking at the Taifu's face that had become old and haggard, Fu Gu felt the same deep sigh in his heart.

Since following Sima Yi, he had rarely seen the Taifu lose his temper like this before.

But recently, he has seen more and more.

More than ever before.

In the past, the gentle and elegant Sima Taifu who was always calm and confident in situations became increasingly rare.

In his early years, Fu Gu was the Minister of the Huangmen, but he was demoted because he couldn't stand the Three Dogs of Taichung. He took the initiative to resign. In the end, he was personally invited by Sima Yi to serve as the Minister of the Palace.

It can be said that he was the first group of talents to follow Sima Yi since Sima Yi broke with Cao Shuang.

At the same time, he was also one of the people most trusted by Sima Yi.

Seeing the Taifu looking like this, Fu Gu couldn't bear it and whispered:

"Master, I have an idea."

"Oh? Lan Shi has any ideas, but please tell me."

Sima Yi probably felt that he had lost his composure just now, so he cheered up and asked.

"Did the Master forget that there are still 50,000 Huqi in Hebei?"

When Sima Yi heard this, his face was calm, but he glanced at Fu Gu in surprise, but did not answer the words. After a while, he twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled:

"Lan Shi, this is not your style."

Of course Sima Yi understood what Fu Gu was talking about. In fact, he had already imagined the worst case scenario before the other party came back from the plains.

Naturally, I also considered how to use these 50,000 Huqi.

Compilation is definitely necessary, but how to do it is debatable.

One way is to trap them until they are hungry enough and then show them favors.

It is also a method to release them, arouse public anger, and then use the power of public anger to control them to life or death.

The former is not well controlled and can easily backfire.

The latter is not well controlled and can easily lead to disaster.

"Tai Tuo, please obey the emergency. Protecting Hebei is not only for Tai Fu himself, but also to protect their family business."

Fu Gu's eyes were filled with anger and fierceness, "How could you not want to contribute, but also want to keep the enemy at bay and keep your family business?"

Sima Yi had a look of interest on his face, but he still shook his head and said:

"It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate. If anyone knew about it, I'd probably lose people's hearts a lot."

After a pause, he looked at Fu Gu again, and said in a somewhat meaningful tone, "And the Hu Qi who obeys those two children now is only twenty thousand..."

"Taifu, this matter is known to heaven and earth. You know it and I know it. How can it be known to others?"

Fu Gu still urged, "How many Hu Qi are unwilling to obey the orders of the Taifu? Shouldn't the Taifu have the final say?"

Taifu Sima lowered his eyes, covered his cloudy eyes, and said nothing.

There was silence in the room.

At this moment, another servant came to report:

"Taifu, Tuoba Xilu has come to see you again."

Hearing this name, the two people in the room couldn't help but look at each other.

——

The scorching sun was in the sky, but Tuoba Xulu was neatly dressed and stood respectfully in the courtyard, motionless, waiting for Sima Yi's call.

At this time, Tuoba Xulu no longer had the arrogance of the prairie eagle.

The clothes on the body are no longer the Hu clothes with the left fold, but the Han clothes with the skirts turned to the right.

And it's not the kind of light everyday clothes, it's the kind of fancy clothes worn only on grand occasions.

The thick Chinese clothes wrapped Tuoba Xulu's whole body tightly, causing sweat to pour from his face, and a large piece of the clothes on his back was also soaked with sweat.

Even so, Tuoba Xulu's body still didn't sway at all, and his legs seemed to have taken root.

There wasn't even a hint of impatience on his face.

He didn't know how long he had waited, but Tuoba Xulu, who was dizzy from the sun, saw a servant walking towards him in a daze.

"Tuoba Langjun, the master has invited me."

Tuoba Xulu, who was already a little delirious from the sun, didn't hear clearly what his servants were saying.

He just said that he would have to run in vain again today, he just bowed to him out of habit and turned around to leave.

After taking two steps, he suddenly reacted, turned around suddenly, and said in a low voice:

"Taifu, Taifu wants to see me?"

The servant, who was a little confused and even a little stunned by Tuoba Xulu's actions, finally realized:

"Of course Taifu wants to see Mr. Tuoba."

"Oh, oh!" Tuoba Xilu was extremely disappointed, and when he heard the news, he was so happy that he almost burst into tears:

"Please, please! Thank you, thank you!"

It was even a bit incoherent.

"Mr. Sir, please come with me."

Following the servants to a side hall, Tuoba Xilu had just come in from the outside and had not yet adapted to the inside. He could only vaguely see a familiar figure sitting above, and he immediately prostrated on the ground:

"Tuoba Xilu, a foreign barbarian, pays homage to the Grand Tutor!"

After shouting, he walked a few steps on his knees, cried loudly and begged:

"Master Taifu, please lend me some food to save my people!"

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed repeatedly and made a "dong-dong" sound.

"Oh, Prince Tuoba, what are you doing? Get up, get up quickly!"

Taifu Sima remained motionless, but the words coming out of his mouth were full of surprise and surprise.

Tuoba Xilu turned a deaf ear and kept kowtowing.

Soon, his forehead became red and swollen.

"Okay, okay, why is it like this? Lan Shi, go and help Prince Tuoba up."

There was a sound of footsteps, and someone helped Tuoba Xulu and said at the same time:

"Prince Tuoba, if you have something to say, please speak it clearly. How can Taifu talk to you if you act like this?"

After Tuoba Xulu heard this, he dared to get up.

By this time, blood was already streaming from his forehead.

This shows how hard he kowtowed.

Tuoba Xulu didn't dare to wipe it off and let the blood flow down. He just continued to plead with tears streaming down his face:

"Master, my people haven't had enough to eat for a long time. If we continue like this, we will starve to death."

"Please, Master, lend me some food to save my people..."

At this time, Taifu Sima was no longer as embarrassed as before. He calmly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then slowly said:

"I have already known Prince Tuoba's purpose of coming."
To be continued...