Chapter 150 The Grassland: Let's Pick a Partner
Yan Hui Pass.
Because the aid arrived in time, the foreign Khan's plot to infect the border troops and civilians with diseased sheep failed. On the contrary, it angered everyone and boosted their fighting spirit.
Female soldiers, male soldiers, and civilians alike all wanted to fight the foreign tribe and avenge this humiliation.
"This is outrageous! They actually bribed our people and used such underhanded tactics!"
"That's equine disease! We almost..."
"Those traitors deserve to die! They wanted us all to die for a little bit of benefit!"
"Thanks to Dr. Mei and her team for coming despite their hard work!"
"Yes, yes, Dr. Mei is such a good person."
"We must teach those bastards a lesson they won't forget!"
"We're not easy to bully! We're going to fight back and teach them a lesson!"
“Those bastards are inhuman. My family members have contracted sheep disease, and I’ve been worried sick about them lately.”
"Fight back! Fight back! Fight back!"
"Let's go and ask General Song for permission to fight!"
Song Zhiyun hosted a banquet to entertain the people from Jinzhou who came to provide support, and solemnly thanked them.
Su Maoyin held up her wine glass and said sincerely, "You're too kind. We're just trying to protect the people of our Yun Kingdom."
"Yes, yes, if it weren't for you guarding the border, the foreign tribes would have invaded from the south, and the people's lives would have been incredibly difficult!"
We are deeply grateful for your kindness!
Mei Leshu picked up a piece of roasted lamb leg and said with a smile, "You don't need to be so polite with each other. Let's help each other out and everyone will benefit."
Everyone raised their glasses, "Exactly, exactly."
"Let's drink, let's drink."
Zhu Yu instructed Song Zhiyun, "Your father's health no longer allows him to go to the battlefield. Everything on the border and the people of the Central Plains must be entrusted to you."
Song Zhiyun tilted her head back and downed a glass of wine in one gulp, then declared loudly, "Song Zhiyun will certainly live up to your expectations!"
After the celebration party, Su Maoyin and the others left and went back to their respective residences to rest.
A young man gazed at the grassland in the distance and suddenly sighed, "If one day there is no more war, I want to bring my wife here for a trip. She will definitely be very happy."
The female colleague thought for a moment, "Horseback riding on the grassland, eating roasted mutton, and watching locals sing and dance around a bonfire?"
The male colleague laughed and said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to enjoy such good days while we're alive."
The young man sighed.
Song Zhiyun and the generals did not go back to rest; they were in a meeting.
One of the generals said, "The former Khan of the foreign tribe has just died of illness, and his third son has become the new Khan, overpowering all his uncles and brothers, and has taken over all affairs. This poisonous scheme was orchestrated by him."
"He's quite capable, rising to the top so quickly."
"As long as they cause trouble, we can seize the opportunity... This new Khan is truly extraordinary."
"Now is not the time to praise him!"
One of the female generals seemed to be deep in thought when she suddenly mentioned, "I remember the former Khan had more than a dozen sons, right?"
The person sitting next to her turned to look at her. "You mean...?"
“His brothers might not be convinced by him. If they could get our support, I wonder if any fools would be tempted.” The female general calmly glanced at everyone present.
At this, someone sneered, "How could there not be? Of course there have been! Our history is full of beasts who colluded with foreign tribes to seize power!"
In the middle of the previous dynasty, three princes vied for the position of crown prince. In order to eliminate his political rival, the fifth prince, the second prince colluded with the foreign tribes and betrayed the fifth prince while the fifth prince was on a campaign against the foreign tribes. As a result, tens of thousands of soldiers were buried on the border and countless civilians were massacred.
Later, when the truth came out, the second prince was condemned by the entire world.
This dynasty learned from its mistakes, which is why it deployed a large army to guard Yan Hui Pass, in order to prevent foreign tribes from invading the pass again.
Before Song Gui, countless generals had dedicated their lives to this place and died without ever returning to their hometowns.
Countless soldiers and civilians sacrificed their lives or died of old age to protect the people of Wei, never to see their loved ones again.
One of the military officers looked thoughtful. "So, you're thinking of bribing someone capable of competing with you to help him fight the new Khan?"
“Exactly,” the female general said. “If we tell him that we are willing to cooperate with him and send troops to help him fight the new Khan, how many people could refuse our goodwill?”
Another military officer asked, "How can we gain their trust?"
Song Zhiyun said, "Let's conclude a peace treaty."
"Then let's pick a suitable candidate. They should be ambitious, patient, and capable, but not too capable, lest..."
The female general chuckled and said, "Don't worry. If there were an outstanding person on the other side, the new Khan wouldn't have been able to succeed to the throne so smoothly."
Everyone: "..." That's right!
A few days later, Su Maoyin and the others who were responsible for delivering the supplies left first.
Doctors like Mei Leshu stayed at the border to continue treating and caring for the local military and civilians.
Sitting in the carriage, Su Maoyin wrote a letter to her best friend Lin Jingque, "Are you interested in taking a trip to the grasslands? I feel that it would be a great place for your intelligence department to make a difference in the near future."
After she finished writing, she put away her pen, folded the letter, and put it into the bamboo tube.
The grasslands.
Su Maoyin gripped the bamboo tube tightly. If the goddess could gain control of the world, one day her sword would be wielded over the grasslands.
Before that, let's do whatever we can to weaken the strength of the grasslands.
The snow-white carrier pigeons, carrying the hopes and longings of old friends, flew into the sky.
Flying towards the distant Northwest.
Sparrows chirped under the eaves, but the person standing under the eaves paid them no heed.
They listened intently to the debate between the participants standing on either side of the stage.
The debate topic is "idealism" versus "materialism".
One side insists that "all things are contained within me," arguing that human thought and consciousness determine the development of things.
One side insists that objective things do not change because of people's thoughts; as long as there is wind, the flag will move; the world exists whether you open your eyes or close them.
One side attacks the other: You say things don't change because of human consciousness, but were writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones something that existed since the beginning of time? Weren't they created by humans?
One side calmly countered: Materialism does not deny the role of human consciousness in things.
The onlookers listened with great interest.
The two contestants engaged in a heated debate, their arguments flowing freely. At times, the audience felt that one side's points were very reasonable, while at other times they felt that the other side's points were also correct.
Just like a reed in the wind.
"Debate is all about each side having their own reasons," a student from out of town remarked to his companion as he listened. "However, I really knew very little about 'materialism' before."
His recent friend, a local, enthusiastically recommended the Jinzhou Library to him: "When you have time, go and borrow a couple of books on materialism. Materialism says that 'matter determines consciousness, and consciousness is a reflection of matter,' 'consciousness can react upon matter,' and 'everything should proceed from reality.'"
The out-of-town student was taken aback, repeated the three sentences aloud, and his eyes lit up. "This materialism is interesting."
Not far behind them, several women were discussing which side was more likely to win.
"It was quite a tough choice. Both sides performed very well. Even when their weaknesses were attacked, they didn't get nervous but calmly changed their approach."
"That's why they made it to the finals; there are very few weaklings among those who make it to the finals."
"If it were me, I probably would have panicked just now."
"However, in terms of overall strength, the one in the morning was stronger."
Qian Shiwen and several teachers walked past under the corridor.
They listen to the logic of this contestant and look at the performance of that contestant.
"The topics are quite interesting." Qian Shiwen listened to the debate in the room about "Which is more important in solving a case: truth or procedure?" and laughed as he listened. "Who came up with this topic?"
One of the scholars chuckled, "The Ministry of Justice's timely intervention."
"As expected, the question was set by the Ministry of Justice."
Another scholar said, "When preparing the competition questions, Minister Gu specifically said to try to be as close to reality as possible, and Editor-in-Chief Xie removed the questions that were obviously biased."
Qian Shiwen stroked his beard and nodded, "Xie Yingshi is indeed very capable."
In this kind of debate, the topic must be "fair," otherwise one side will have less room to maneuver, and it will become a situation where one side is overwhelming the other.
Xie Yingshi would not allow it.
"Hey, wasn't it said that King Yun would be coming to watch the finals?"
Suddenly a male voice came from ahead. Qian Shiwen looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man asking the person next to him, "I've been looking around, but I haven't seen Prince Yun."
His companion looked around. "I don't know."
The middle-aged man said, "I've never met the Cloud King before, I really want to meet him!"
"I also want to meet the Cloud King."
He Qinglan did indeed accept the invitation to participate in the debate finals.
But she participated in the last one.
The red plum blossoms in the academy are in full bloom.
The sunlight broke through the gray clouds and shone down, bathing everyone in a warm glow.
Amidst the curious or admiring gazes of countless people, a young woman in red, surrounded by several high-ranking officials from Jinzhou, walked out of the Red Plum Garden.
Like porcelain, like jade, like ice, like snow.
That was He Qinglan, the Queen of Yun Kingdom and the "Goddess" in the mouths of the people of Jinzhou.
"Goddess!" a young girl exclaimed.
"Hello, Goddess!" the boys exclaimed.
As if a spark had ignited the hay, the others raised their voices to greet He Qinglan.
"Greetings, Goddess!"
"Good afternoon, Goddess!"
The cheers of the people spread like waves.
This startled outsiders: the people of Jinzhou genuinely admired He Qinglan.
A visitor from out of town said, "I thought He Qinglan was just a mascot that was put forward."
"What are you thinking? Just because she provides food for the people, they will sincerely worship her."
"I know, but..." Knowing and seeing are not the same thing.
He Qinglan reached out to greet the people.
Then, amidst increasingly enthusiastic cheers, he walked into the judges' panel.
Xie Ying stepped forward and made a quiet gesture.
The voices of the people gradually faded away.
Xie Yingshi raised her voice and announced, "The final round of the debate competition is about to begin!"
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Author's note: I'm so happy that it will be finished next week!
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