Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

Because of such a drama, after Di Qing gave up that tone, he still couldn't help being wary of the 'senior brother' who frequently made bad ideas.

At the same time, he not only needs to be distracted to pay attention to the movements of his sweetheart who is difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger, but also has to deal with the staggering of these colleagues in court who have never met face to face.

After multitasking, he was finally drunk.

Di Qing, who was transported back to the room, knew nothing about the situation after the banquet.He hazily entered into a strange and bizarre dream, sometimes returning to the battlefield to fight bloody battles with the ghostly Xia soldiers, sometimes returning to the moon-star-sparse Pingliang City, nervously waiting for unknown ambush soldiers, and sometimes returning to the battlefield. I ran aimlessly on a mountain outside Dijiazhuang in Fenzhou, and I don’t know why I held a few yams tightly in my arms...

When he was a child, he ran with a rush of breath, but his feet were as soft as walking on cotton, as if there were ferocious birds and beasts chasing behind him, and also as if there was someone waiting for him in front of him.

What is he chasing?

Confused about how long he had been running, Di Qing suddenly felt a cool breeze rushing past his neck.

——There is an enemy attack!

The instinct to deal with the enemy, which has been honed in more than two years of military career, is far from being overwhelmed by drunkenness.

Di Qing was shocked, his eyes widened, and he woke up instantly. A carp sat upright!

Before he sat up, his right hand had moved under the pillow, wanting to copy the short sword that must be hidden there every night, but he missed it in astonishment.

"Look at your reaction." One moment he was serving a drunk cat, and the next moment he was facing a tiger baring its fangs. Even Lu Ci was taken aback. When he realized it, he felt amused: "You are not drunk. Lighting up the lamp to watch the sword, but already dreaming of going back to the Blowing Horn Company."

From horror and shock to bewilderment, and then to the embarrassment after being completely awake and recovering memory, Di Qing can be said to switch very quickly.

Especially when he saw the smiling face of his lover who was close at hand, and the culprit that caused him to wake up from the dream—a handkerchief that was soaked in water, held by the grandfather and cleaned his face himself—his veil was exposed to the sun. The wheat-colored skin is even more red.

Thanks to the fact that the color is red after being drunk, and the lights are dim at this time, even if it is a little red, it will not be too eye-catching.

Looking around, it was not difficult to see that they had been sent back to Lu Ci's mansion: the prime minister's mansion did not live long, and they moved out because of Lu Ci's resignation from the post of counselor.

After a little composure, Di Qing subconsciously chewed those two exquisite lines for a while, before bewilderedly asking: "How did Gongzu know?"

He knew that his grandfather had a delicate mind and could always guess what other people were thinking, but how could he be so powerful that he could even see through dreams?

Lu Ci smiled and said: "Your eyes are always closed, your face is serious, your fists are clenched, your teeth are clenched, and you mutter from time to time... Why should I bother to guess? If you don’t come out, you’re probably either a fool or a deaf person.”

Di Qing: "..."

He turned away with a slight embarrassment, coughed lightly, and intentionally changed the topic: "The two lines of poems my grandfather read just now—"

"The poem is very good," Lu Ci stopped him with a smile, "but I didn't do it, but I heard it recited by a talented person named Xin in the early years. He has no intention of making a name for himself, so don't spread it."

Although it is not known whether the Southern Song Dynasty will appear after the fall of the Xia Kingdom and the great changes in the war situation, and whether there will be Xin Qiji in the world, Lu Ci is unwilling to be a copyist.

Di Qing nodded, and just as he was about to say something, Lu Ci smiled and said, "During the banquet, you looked at me frequently, but did you have something to say? I thought I'd ask you again tomorrow, but now that you're awake, why don't you just ask?" .”

Di Qing was startled, and carefully glanced at Lu Ci a few times. Not knowing whether his sweetheart knew what he was asking, or if he really didn't know, he hesitated again and again, and then slowly explained what he was thinking at that time.

"You know," Lu Ci said with a smile instead of answering, "Your Majesty only acted as a matchmaker for two people. One is General Di who has made great contributions, and the other is me."

Di Qing was slightly taken aback.

Lu Ci said leisurely: "Even if it's a princess who hasn't seen her yet, your unreliable cheap senior brother won't let her go out indiscriminately."

Being able to ask the dignified emperor to issue an empty marriage certificate can also be regarded as the highest appreciation for the conduct of a courtier.

"Compared to these, I want to ask you more."

Lu Ci stared at Di Qing with a smile, his eyes were clear, and the reflected candlelight swayed slightly, making his outline more picturesque and intoxicating.

Di Qing stared at his lover madly, and heard him say: "... If there is no accident, the things you and I promised are destined to be hidden from the world. Not only should we not be too intimate in front of people, but even relatives and friends should not reveal a word. I am narrow-minded, I want to occupy you without giving you a title, and I don't want to ask you to marry someone else to leave an heir."

Speaking of this, Lu Ci sighed softly, and continued to ask earnestly: "I am eight years older than you, like a brother like a teacher. When you were young, you were poor and white, and you attached yourself to me with all your heart, or you confused longing with admiration without knowing it. Now You are in your twenties, and you are in the prime of your life, after several years of conquest on the battlefield, you can be said to have a bright future, success and fame..."

Speaking of this, Lu Ci slightly shifted his gaze, but the smile on his lips did not fade away, and he finished the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time without haste: "You may wish to make a decision after careful consideration."

Di Qing has been listening in silence, eyes lowered.

It wasn't until then that he raised his head, looked straight at Lu Ci's unbelievably handsome side face, and asked instead, "Grandfather wanted to ask me, 'Have you ever regretted it'?"

"No." Lu Ci shook his head, and his innate arrogance couldn't be concealed in his chuckle: "Of course you promise with infatuation, but I also treat you with sincerity. Not to mention things outside of me, but my sincerity , is the only one in the sky and on the earth... Even if it can't be called the word "honor", it will never be reduced to the step of "regret". "

Di Qing fell in love with his heart for the domineering arrogance naturally revealed by his sweetheart who was always gentle and calm, and couldn't help laughing upon hearing this.

He didn't answer in a hurry, but casually picked up a sweet date from the fruit plate on the table, stuffed it into his mouth, bit it with his sharp front teeth, and approached it gently and domineeringly.

Lu Ci blinked, followed his will and opened his mouth to hold it.

The moment his lips and teeth met, Di Qing gently pushed the sweet date to Lu Ci with the tip of his tongue.

Lu Ci took the moist fruit into his mouth indulgently, chewed it slowly, his thoughts moved slightly, as if he understood what Di Qing wanted to express.

"I was lucky in my three lives. I picked the star from that day and accompanied the exile from the dust. Now that I know more about it, how could I be so stupid as to let go of the most cherished person?"

Although Di Qing didn't continue the kiss, she stretched out her slender and strong right arm, wrapped her lover's waist with strength, and said softly: "The world of lovers is like this jujube, whether it is sour or sweet. , only two people know, and only two people know, why care about what the master of heaven and earth thinks."

In his eyes, from ignorance, to ignorance, to love, to deep love...

Lu Ci has always been alone.

Lu Ci looked at his slender lover with a smile and asked him to look up, took the initiative to put a kiss on his lips, and murmured: "Not bad."

After that night, although in the eyes of outsiders, the relationship between Lu Ci and Di Qing was still as close as brotherhood, but Di Qing felt even sweeter in his heart.

He is very clear that after this heart-to-heart conversation, the friendship between him and his father-in-law has grown stronger.

Compared with Di Qing who walks with style, Zhang Kang is not in vain to be proud of the spring breeze-before Lu Ci and Di Qing's awards were debated and reached a final result, his came out first.

Under the premise of frequent wars and illustrious achievements, the promotion of generals will always be faster than that of civil servants who do not look at their achievements but need to go through qualifications.

When Zhang Kang was promoted from the sixth rank to the fifth rank by the Privy Council, he suddenly set off a storm in the court.

From the sixth rank to the fifth rank, although it is a promotion of three ranks in a row, but with the combat achievements, it will not attract so many discussions.

The key lies in the mission of the Privy Council—since the founding of the country, the Song Dynasty used to use literature to suppress military affairs, and the Privy Council was in charge of the country's military in name, but the civil servants were always in charge.

Now let's let a military officer get mixed into the Privy Council, let alone a rebel who has changed from civil to military, that's okay!

If it wasn't for the solid military exploits, they wouldn't be able to speak out against it, but they would complain a lot.

Zhao Zhen heard a lot, and although he did not waver in his decision, he still summoned Zhang Kang in private and asked him if he would switch from civil to military and resume his status as a civil official.

If Zhang Kang was forced to accept the decree, those dissatisfied civil servants would hold their noses and accept him again, even if they were not very satisfied.

Zhao Zhen expressed his kindness, but Zhang Kang didn't appreciate it.

"If there was no day when he changed from civil to military, why would Kang be here? And it changes again and again, capricious, just for some gossip, and it will make the world ridicule, and the soldiers of the world have no way of knowing that martial arts can also be famous. Stay!"

Once he became famous, if he had to return to civilian positions, how could he embarrass the soldiers who followed him through life and death?

He used to be a Jinshi, and he was successful, but for those heroes in the world who don't understand poetry and books, but dare to fight, this road does not exist.

If the soldiers know that fighting the enemy with flesh and blood, in the end, it will be difficult to be famous, and it will not be able to match the ability of wielding a pen to brush your mouth... You must be disheartened and have no ambition.

Zhang Kang's words were so deadly and righteous that Zhao Zhen, who proposed this idea, was embarrassed and let him go.

By the time Lu Ci learned about the content of the night talk in the palace from the unhappy Zhao Zhen, Zhang Kang had already assumed office in the Privy Council, and everything was a foregone conclusion.

Zhao Zhen babbled unhappily, saying that Zhang Kang had such an unkind temper when he was not transferred to the military.

While Lu Ci was in a daze, he didn't know what to say.

In all fairness, he admired Zhang Kang's intention to erect a banner for the athletes in the army, and deeply admired Zhang Kang's courage to overcome difficulties.

But for Zhang Kang himself, this decision is very unfavorable.

Zhang Kang led the civil service as a military officer. On the surface, he was just on the opposite side of the civil service.Thinking deeply, he is on the opposite side of the national policy of using literature to rule military affairs.

Now that the border crisis is temporarily over, the generals have returned to marginal positions, and even famous generals are quickly ignored by those in power.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit dies like a dog, and with Zhao Zhen's benevolence, it is impossible to reach that step, but as the war subsides, it will be far more difficult to make progress in the Privy Council than the civil servants.

unless……