"Um?"

"I am not very clear about the affairs between the Jurchen nobles and military affairs, so I want to ask, is the Fourth Prince completely confident about going to Hexi?" Qin Hui personally served the warm wine with an earnest look on his face.

"How can I be so sure?" Wushu took the wine, took a sip, and sighed at the rain curtain in front of him. "This time, it is obvious that we are going to seize the military power and territory of Huo Nu's brother, and to take his life and property. How can we be so sure? Huo Nu is Lou Shi's son after all. If he still has some sense, he should know that if he really touches me, Wushu, or does something disrespectful, his own power will disappear... Therefore, although I am not so sure, I am still about 70% sure."

Qin Hui seemed to be thinking about something.

"What does Minister Qin think?" Wuzhu suddenly glanced over.

"Nothing to think about." Qin Hui held the ceramic wine cup in his hand, still thinking. "It's just a pity... As the saying goes, a son of a rich family should not sit in the hall. With the Fourth Prince's noble status, even if there is only a 10% or 20% risk, he should not rashly go to Hexi. Moreover, even if he subdues the living girl and sends the 20,000 or 30,000 soldiers back to Hedong, and does a favor to Lord Balisutian, the Western Route Army is still under the control of the Third Prince, which does not benefit the Fourth Prince at all. This trip to Hexi is really all hard work."

"What's the use of hard work?" Wushu patted his knee and laughed. "I am the youngest among the three of us brothers. If I don't go out and run around, how can I deal with the situation?"

Qin Hui said nothing.

Seeing this, Wuzhu gradually stopped smiling: "Yes, I know what you want. I also want to be in power and do whatever I want. But since you have killed Nianhan and deposed him, we must be united. Otherwise, there will be chaos... It is good enough for the three brothers to hold the throne."

"Of course I know this, but I just feel that it is difficult to do things." Qin Hui took a sip, put down the wine cup, and just sat there with his hands clasped together, frowning and watching the rain. "Nianhan is gone, and we still can't negotiate peace. The three princes are ruling the country with sincerity, but it's still difficult... We just appeased the situation in Jingdong and were about to take action in Hebei, but there was trouble over there. What a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence." Wushu shook his head. "The situation is like this, and things should be difficult. This has been the truth since ancient times. We shouldn't blame others."

Qin Huizhi was finally stunned.

Wuzhu himself continued to speak earnestly: "Though the articles analyzing the situation between the two countries in the Song Dynasty's official newspaper are a bit exaggerated, there is still some truth in them... As the saying goes, when luck comes, heaven and earth will work together, and when luck is gone, heroes are helpless... Now, whether we or the south, we are not at the point where luck is gone, nor are we as suave as luck would be. Everyone has to work under various difficulties, and it is difficult for everyone. So no matter what, no matter how difficult it is, we must get things done!"

Qin Hui remained silent.

"What Prime Minister Qin said in Huguan was absolutely right." The rain was a little lighter, but Wuzhu had no intention of getting up. Instead, he continued to drink by himself, watching and sighing. "Since the Great Jin cannot advance, it should stabilize the situation. To stabilize the situation, the battle should be in Hedong and the rule should be in Hebei. The root is always in Hebei... because the bandits in the Taihang Mountains all fled to Hebei... and if Hebei wants long-term stability, it must separate Meng'an from the local areas. Conversely, only in this way can it strengthen the army and benefit the money."

Qin Hui still kept his hands shut and said nothing.

"What do you think?" Wuzhu finally became a little impatient.

"What can I think?" Qin Hui shook his head and sighed, then stood up again, poured wine for the other party, and answered calmly. "It has been difficult to do things since ancient times. Who doesn't know this truth? Don't say that it is difficult for us, isn't it difficult for the official in the south?"

Wushu was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly:

"That's true. He is also a human being, and he has to start from the situation after Jingkang. We are all having a hard time right now, so how could it not be hard for him? But he gritted his teeth and did it."

"Not only before, but even now, isn't he working hard?" Qin Huizhi still shook his head. "In the White Horse Shaoxing incident, everyone in the world said he was unfilial, but that's not true... Because at that time, how could he care about the two emperors who had lost the support of the people? The fundamental thing about that incident was to drive out seventy or eighty people who didn't want to work with him... In my opinion, the Fourth Prince has lost some grace compared to the one in the south. He started from such a situation and it was so difficult. Have you seen him sitting in the rain and lamenting how difficult it was? It was the Fourth Prince who showed his cowardice today."

Wushu sighed, then drank the cup in one gulp, then shook his head: "That's true, but let me say that the current situation of Zhao Song is better than ours... Because the current situation is that we want to do things, and the official of Zhao Song also wants to do things, but Huo Nu comes out to make trouble and prevent us from doing things... The only thing is that Zhao Song's territory is larger, and they can divide Guanzhong. While Guanzhong is fighting, the Central Plains and the southeast can still do things, but we can't."

Qin Hui just sneered at the tongue-twister-like words.

"Well." Wushu simply stood up. "The future is difficult, just keep going and try your best, don't blame others."

Qin Hui also stood up, and the two walked out of the door together, and were about to separate here.

However, Qin Hui rode a few steps, thinking about Wushu's arrogance and reading the Zhao Song ministers who were granted titles of king in the official newspaper, but he still felt uneasy. He turned around in the drizzle and was stunned on the spot... It turned out that Wanyan Wushu had stopped his horse in the rain early, without even a hat, just looking up at him, as if waiting for him to speak.

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