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Qi Qingzhou didn't expect him to take it for granted, frowned, and didn't understand why: "Why?"

"Why?" Yin Huai raised his habitual sarcasm on his lips. "If you neglect your duties, you should be punished. Does your highness still use the teachings of a three-year-old child?"

Qi Qingzhou pursed his lips, remained silent for a few seconds, and whispered in a low tone: "General Ping has been guarding the border for many years, and has been through life and death, and has strict governance of the army. He has no contribution and has worked hard. Is it too much to remove his post like this? "

Yin Huai lazily placed his elbows on the armrest of the Taishi chair and smiled contemptuously: "Can you win a battle with just a passionate heart? Or can you defeat the enemy with just a loyal heart?"

Yin Huai, who was dressed in gorgeous and elegant temples, seemed to have nothing to do with the corpses and bones on the battlefield thousands of miles away. The war drums and drums in the distance flowed into blood. Here he sat high in the Mingtang and was spotless: "I allocated so much silver to the garrison every month, just to hear their shouts of loyalty?"

Qi Qingzhou's lips opened, and after a while, he was not confident enough and said with a good voice: "Win and lose are common in military affairs."

Yin Huai half-curled his lips, looking charming and evil: "Why did he only see the loss? Where is the winning?

"The last time he won was the battle of Xiyi ten years ago. If he won one game, he could erase the countless games he lost later?"

Yin Huai has always been poisonous, and his words become even more harsh when he becomes mean: "Tsk, then this old man has been eaten for a long time. How can such a good thing be done?"

Qi Qingzhou choked and wanted to refute but had nothing to say. The record was there, and no one could say that Yin Huai was wrong.

For a moment, both of them were silent. After a while, Yin Huai did not look at him and asked, "Your Highness, I ask you, where is the victory of Pingshanyue?"

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Qi Qingzhou approached a little closer and he replied: "Shuzhou pacifies the Western Yi."

Yin Huai avoided it and asked again: "Why did he repeatedly defeated and fought after he was transferred to the Yanji border?"

Qi Qingzhou looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Yin Huai mentioned: "What is the second chapter of Chapter 7 of "Military Records and Martial Arts"?"

Qi Qingzhou took the opportunity to get closer: "The soldiers should be matched with generals, and the generals should be on the spot."

Yin Huai asked: "What does it mean."

Qi Qingzhou answered honestly: "It means that the type and number of soldiers are equipped mainly depends on the general's qualifications and habits, but what generals are equipped to fight depends on who is suitable for fighting what type of war."

Yin Huai closed his eyes and slept quietly and said: "The Shu Road West is a mountain city, with rugged terrain, rivers and lakes are spread out, and the mountains and rivers are entangled and surrounded by water. The mountains are as broad as fish in water."

"The Northern Pass Plain is flat, with a clear view of the river, but it is difficult to move forward in a short step."

"It can be seen that this man is brave and brave, good at hiding and attacking, and following mountains and waters, but his strategy is lacking and he is not flexible enough. He has nowhere to escape after reaching the unobstructed plain ground."

The originally closed black and transparent phoenix eyes suddenly slid, and their sharp and deep eyes shot towards Qi Qingzhou like a sharp arrow: "Why should I drag him to death on this battlefield that is not suitable for him because of this useless Xu Ming?"

Qi Qingzhou was hit, standing there, opening his mouth without saying a word, as if he was digesting and thinking about his right or wrong.

Yin Huai glanced at him and said, "I am going to transfer him to the Nanying Navy Army. The edict has been prepared. Can Your Highness look at it?"

Qi Qingzhou opened his eyes slightly: "So... you don't want to cut off his military power and punish him, but... transfer him?"

Huai glanced at him lightly and corrected it bluntly: "Of course not!"

"Registering is transferred to a position, and the punishment is punished."

Qi Qingzhou pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Yin Huai asked him back: "I also ask Your Highness a question."

Qi Qingzhou raised his head.

"Have your General Ping ever sent an objection to this punishment?"

Qi Qingzhou said: "No."

Yin Huai asked again: "Have he ever expressed any dissatisfaction?"

Qi Qingzhou replied: "No, either."

"Then how do you know that he doesn't want to accept this punishment?" Yin Huai slowly slid away the foam on the noodles on the tea bowl and savored it carefully.

Qi Qingzhou was surprised.

Yin Huai's lips curled up and he smiled sarcastically: "There are only a few people who respect the God of War, and know their nature." He also thought he was angry and unwilling to say unfairly, which is ridiculous and sad.

A thought suddenly flashed through Qi Qingzhou's mind and dared not believe it: "Is he who asked for punishment himself?"

Yin Huai raised his eyebrows: "Your Highness may not believe it, but Pingshanyue asked for punishment again and again. I just fulfilled his wish."

"The loyal and honest generals are more annoying than those civil officials who have given their lives to the death. Your generals are too proud and strong. They are strict in their military discipline. They are not allowed to have a grain of sand in their eyes. They are even more cruel to their enemies and are even more cruel to themselves.

If you make mistakes, you will be punished, and if you make mistakes, your highness will make him stand firm? How to deal with him? How to govern the army?"

Qi Qingzhou heard Yin Huai say in shock: "Pingshan Yue is extremely keen and is not a miserable person at all. He originally asked to remove his official position and impose military rules, or did he omit the next half of the sentence. If he followed his own wishes, he would probably not even be able to fight in the future."

Qi Qingzhou's lips were pursed very tightly.

Yin Huai spared no effort to mock him: "Don't you claim to be surrounded by that old man? Why can't you even understand his awkward temperament?"

"I don't punish him, but he feels uncomfortable and grieved."

The tea bowl of Master Yin Huai was questioning, but his tone was not high, but he was like jade scattered, making a loud voice: "Is it Hirayama himself or the world who loves face so much?"

"Or how many people are taking the opportunity to fan the flames and ignite the world to avoid chaos in order to achieve their own interests?"

The light boat's breathing was slightly ups and downs, and his heart strings were chaotic.

I don’t know whether it was because I was ashamed to measure General Ping’s mind for privately or because I was ashamed of questioning Yin Zhun’s decision after hearing the rumors, or whether there were both, but I felt mixed feelings in my heart for a while and it was not a good feeling.

Yin Huai knew that he was not feeling well, but he did not comfort him even though he did not say anything. He drank tea and watched coldly, leaving him to chew and digest it alone.

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last time.

People's words are like water, and it is hard to stop. Can he explain this time, but can he explain every time in the future?

Qi Qingzhou is still too immature, and is in a critical period of polishing his mind, shaping his temperament and establishing a political view. He is also forming his own way of thinking and value judgments.

He undoubtedly wanted to believe in Yin Huai, but he had never experienced all the bloody storms that the other party encountered, and had such a pure and kind-hearted personality. It was even more fantasy to form Yin Huai's thinking style and his ruthless and dangerous behavior style. I'm afraid he didn't even have the soil to cultivate a consistent and consistent soil.

Furthermore, the influence of peers or mainstream traditions is constantly intruding, attacking inside and outside, so he is entangled and swaying.

Yin Huai couldn't help with this problem, so he could only rely on himself to figure it out. Excessive guidance will help boost the seedlings.

After all, the road he wanted to push Qi Qingzhou was so shocking, and his sword was indirect and was unwilling tolerated by the world.

Yin Huai has been walking for a long time, bloody storm and full of corpses. Qi Qingzhou was the only warmth and light he touched in the endless darkness. He would never allow him to retreat. He wanted him to accompany him forever and forever.

Qi Qingzhou himself agreed to him.

He will never let go.

After that study, Qi Qingzhou was really calmed down for a while. The palace people often saw him showing a thoughtful and frowning look.

The prince who worshipped the Confucian Temple would soon enter the court to work and contact political affairs. In the past, he did not want to pay attention to many things he faced, and now he could no longer escape the things he faced.

Now he is like a ship that is floating in the bumpy sea waves. He must have an extremely firm and steady rudder to avoid being swallowed up by the waves. However, he has not really built his own pole yet. Even though he knows that his direction is to sail towards Yin Huai, he still has to withstand the test of every reef and every stranding.

The princes of several aristocratic families made an appointment with him several times, but Qi Qingzhou was not very interested and refused them all.

Xue Liangsan sent the invitation to the door, but he could not resist Shengqing and only responded once. After all, he was grateful to save him, so he was not easy to ignore.

Xue Liang, a man from Xue Liang, looked good: "Your Highness has any troubles. I don't know if you want to say it out, maybe I can share your worries for you."

Qi Qingzhou smiled, his depressed expression faded a little, and crossed the topic: "Nothing big, why are there only two of us today?"

Seeing that he didn't want to say it, Xue Liang didn't ask the question in the end, and also smiled and asked, "Don't your highness want to go out alone with me?"

Qi Qingzhou was absent-minded, smiled perfunctorily, and asked again: "Where is this going?"

Xue Liang: "How about going to Xishan?"

Qi Qingzhou frowned: "So far?" The boundary of Xishan is no longer within Beijing, but is far away to the suburbs.

Xue Liang said: "There is a farm there, warm winter and cool summer, and fish and crabs in spring. At this time, the crab paste is plump, picking chrysanthemums and cooking wine, so I wanted to invite Your Highness to share it."

Qi Qingzhou nodded, Xue Liang leaned closer and asked, "What is your highness uncomfortable? I want to share it with Your Highness, but forgot that the journey is long and the boat is exhausted."

Qi Qingzhou said nothing was wrong. Later, the other party told him that he had added a few good pictures to the calligraphy exhibition of Mr. Miaohua. He was not very interested. The few chapters of cursive script in Yin Huai who stayed in the study a few days ago appeared in his mind. They were sparse and fierce, and silver and iron hooks were drawn.

Qi Qingzhou suddenly felt a little uneasy and regretted that he promised Xue Liang to come out today. It would be better to finish reading the military strategy in the palace.

A few birds outside the carriage were chirping, making people feel upset.

It has been several days since the palm print test, so when will he come to take the exam? He has memorized those few strategies and thoughts thoroughly.

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