Chapter 1288: Sprinkling salt on the wound

Yu Zhaoan was so angry he almost became autistic.

He was furious. "This old man invited you to the mansion, to let you open this old man's heart, and curse Xie together. You are good, you keep speaking for him, and instead gas me. Whose side are you on."

"Tonight I'm on your side." Chen Guanlou smiled happily, looking at the other party's furious appearance, he was in an exceptionally good mood.

Yu Zhaoan, this old fox, finally fell into the hands of the rising star Xie Changling, congratulations!

"Are you gloating?"

"Not at all! Am I that kind of person? I share the same joys and sorrows, the same anger as Minister Yu!"

After speaking, Chen Guanlou raised his wine glass and drank it in one gulp, expressing his sincerity.

Yu Zhaoan snorted. "It turns out you never thought highly of this old man, but have always thought highly of Xie."

Chen Guanlou chuckled and leaned closer. "Want to hear the truth?"

"You say."

"I dealt with Xie Changling in the Heavenly Prison for a year, and I never probed his bottom, nor could I grasp his thoughts. I could only roughly guess some of his plans. Conversely, you, I dealt with you for half a year, and I saw through you. Comparing the two, I definitely think more highly of him! The key is, he is not dead-reading, he is truly smart, his brain is very useful. Look at how he governed the world into its current appearance, he has true ability. If it were you, I'm afraid the smoke of war would have risen long ago!"

Yu Zhaoan was unconvinced. "I am a bit worse than him, but it's impossible to be this much worse. You are simply talking nonsense."

Chen Guanlou sneered, not giving the other party any face, and said directly: "You say I'm talking nonsense, then I ask you, that battle with Prince Chujiang, how would you fight it? Can you ensure you win?"

"Can you mobilize the materials in the south in time? Can you make those local powerful families take the initiative to transport grain, equipment, and provide combat personnel for the imperial court's army? You can't do it! Just this one thing shows you are a big cut worse than him!"

Yu Zhaoan was speechless.

In the battle with Prince Chujiang, rather than saying the imperial court defeated the rebel Prince Chujiang, it was better to say Xie Changling defeated Prince Chujiang. Throughout the war, Xie Changling was thousands of miles away in the capital, commanding and dispatching, without making any mistakes. He turned the tide against the wind and knocked Prince Chujiang down.

Not daring to say anything else, his appeal and ability to know people and assign them were unmatched.

Being able to sit firmly in the position of Left Prime Minister at a young age, the court was convinced by him, relying on true ability, not flattery.

"Old Yu, think about it. The days of retirement and lying flat are envied by many, so stop complaining."

"This old man is not old enough to be unable to move, why should I retire."

Yu Zhaoan thought about his political life, clearly he could work for another twenty years, but was cut off by Xie with a click. Whoever it was would be angry to death.

"Not letting you go to the Heavenly Prison is already very polite. Stop complaining. Be careful that Xie Changling settles accounts after the autumn and gives you a second palace entry."

"Do you think I'm afraid of him? It's just a second stint in prison. Back then, I survived the Imperial Prison; what could a mere Heavenly Prison possibly do to me?"

"Today is different from the past! Back then, you were young and strong, your body could handle it. Now, you are old, your body is going downhill, how can you handle it?"

"This old man is a martial artist, even if my body is going downhill, I am still stronger than ordinary people!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are very strong." Chen Guanlou was very disgusted.

Disgusted was disgusted, but he still tried to comfort him: "With your body, entering the Heavenly Prison, you definitely won't die. But wanting to maintain your peak state is impossible. You, relax, maybe one day the willows will be dark and the flowers will be bright, and you will be re-employed by the Emperor.

War flames have ignited in the south again, someone must sit in town. At that time, maybe your chance will come. After all, when fighting Prince Chujiang, you also went deep into the front line and presided over the daily work of the imperial court's army."

Yu Zhaoan heard this and felt very comfortable.

Not bad, not bad, the analysis is in place.

However, the premise for him to preside over the overall situation was that the war flames in the south could no longer be extinguished by local government offices, local garrison forces were retreating steadily, and rebels were pressing step by step. To that point, at least half a year, at most one or two years. Some waiting!

Sigh!

In the end, he left the officialdom he loved, and his heart was not comfortable.

There was no one to talk to around him, except Chen Guanlou. Others loved to hold him, without a word of truth. Their courage was not big enough, only daring to curse Xie Changling, not daring to curse the Emperor. Still, Chen Guanlou was good, daring to curse anyone, not afraid.

"In the final analysis, this old man is not liked by His Majesty, and Xie Changling's strategy could succeed. After all, this old man is not from the Donggong, not the Emperor's confidant. The Emperor never trusts this old man! Sad!"

Yu Zhaoan had a heartbroken look, Chen Guanlou looked very disgusted, too pretentious. The common problem of scholars, liking to be sentimental, pretending to be deep, not open at all.

He coughed lightly. "If you were the Emperor, you would also reuse Xie Changling, not yourself. I'm not wrong, right."

Yu Zhaoan nodded reluctantly, yes, if he were the Emperor, he wouldn't reuse himself. He knew what kind of bird he was.

"So, it's not that the Emperor doesn't trust you, but that you don't have anything worth the Emperor's trust. In fact, this doesn't have much to do with the Emperor, this is the essence of power, the characteristics of imperial power determine all this! That chair, if you change a dog to be the Emperor, it will be the same result."

"You really dare to say!" Yu Zhaoan's mood improved a bit. Comparing Emperor Jian Shi to a dog, he felt comfortable all over!

Chen Guanlou laughed. "Why does Minister Yu have to pretend to be garlic in front of me. We are all the same kind of people!"

Yu Zhaoan didn't deny it, he really looked down on Emperor Jian Shi in his heart, no advantages, a pair of disadvantages. The only advantage was: good luck!

Back then, the late Emperor gathered talent for the Donggong, absolutely without selfishness, all top talent.

Sigh!

He sighed again. "This old man misses the late Emperor!"

Chen Guanlou laughed in his heart. The old guy didn't miss the late Emperor, he clearly missed power.

"If you really can't get used to retirement life, you might as well go to the Heavenly Prison to guide. Anyway, you lived in the Heavenly Prison for a few years, and you are familiar with everything in the Heavenly Prison."

Pfft!

Yu Zhaoan countered very impolitely. "You are deliberately hoping that this old man will enter the palace a second time, and still offer you tribute. You kid is too bad, you didn't have good intentions."

"It was you who wanted to hear the truth. After hearing the truth, you are not happy. You really have a narrow heart, stingy, always holding grudges. You kind of person should enter the palace a second time, let the Heavenly Prison educate you well, and let you know why flowers are so red."

The two were drinking well, and as they drank, they started arguing.

The servants serving in the distance were at a loss, not knowing whether to enter or retreat.

Still, the butler was sensible, waved his hand, and let the servants serving all retreat. The Prime Minister was drinking happily, if he spoke without restraint for a while, and was heard, spread outside, that would be terrible! Having him here alone is enough! ===== CHAPTER 1289 =====