The autumn rain first fell, and it was the cooler Mid-Autumn Festival, and the sky was dark.

In the Liao Dynasty's palace, everything seemed to be on high alert. It had been three days, but there was no movement outside. But the second master's heart was hanging there and he did not dare to relax at all.

He knew there were many eyeliners here, so he supported a group of his own legs in the past two years. These legs really came in handy at this time, which also made him feel much more at ease.

He was still very panicked because he completely turned a blind eye to the situation outside. Although he didn't understand why he suddenly chose to retreat to the palace at that time, the problem was that he did it like this. Now he thought about it, he was a little uneasy and polite.

But the problem is that the situation is now complete, and he has not even thought about what will happen then.

But one thing is certain that no one is more calm than him and can do better under his current situation.

But the biggest problem now is his isolation and helplessness, but now it seems like he is under house arrest.

He didn't know when someone would come from Chang'an, and he didn't know who would be the one who came. Maybe it would be an uncle. If it were an uncle, it would be easier. Uncle was kind and reasonable.

If the third brother comes, it will be even better, because what he does is to consolidate the third brother's throne, at least he cannot let his father drive him off the throne so quickly.

But if it is...

There are some things he dare not think about, for fear that they will become true if they think about them casually.

He woke up in the morning and saw that it was still early and nothing was wrong. He breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he had survived another day.

Sitting in the room for a while, feeling hungry, I told someone to prepare some food, and then washed up under the custody of the palace maid.

After eating some food, he changed into clothes and went to the study room. After all, he still had to do daily homework. Over the years, he has become a habit. He practiced three thousand words, read three strategies and wrote one more article.

But as soon as he entered the study, he suddenly felt an inexplicable depression. The guards around him looked a little strange, and his confidants disappeared without a trace.

He walked to the study with surprise, but as soon as he entered, he found a man sitting on the dragon throne. The man was eating, and he was watching with the experience and ideas he had written these days.

The second master couldn't see clearly at first sight and was instinctively angry. After all, not everyone could sit on that chair.

But when he continued to walk two steps inside and saw who was sitting on his head, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground with a thud: "Father..."

Song Beiyun raised his eyelids and looked at him, but did not say anything. He just continued to review his homework and swallowed the last piece of rice cake.

After the palace maid took away the dishes and chopsticks, Song Beiyun put down his homework book and looked at his son who was kneeling down and did not dare to raise his head.

Neither father nor son spoke, and the second master's face was covered with white sweat. He didn't know how his father entered the palace, nor did he know why there was no one who informed him throughout the whole process.

After a while, he saw that his father had not spoken, so he looked up carefully, but saw that his father was reviewing the memorials he had accumulated over the past few days with a red pen.

The second master did not dare to move, so he knelt down like this, for several hours until it was dawn outside, and it seemed that it was almost noon.

He didn't move in the morning, and the second master could no longer feel his legs, but he still did not dare to disturb his father. Although he felt that his father was average, the education he received from his mother was actually very good, and the tutoring was among the best among his peers.

At this time, Song Beiyun finally handled the memorial that had been accumulated for several days. He put down his pen and raised his head, picked up the hot tea handed over by the palace maid and took a sip of it, waved his hand and let the palace maid retreat.

The lights were lit in the study and the door was closed, and only the father and son were left in the huge space.

"What is politics."

Song Beiyun suddenly asked, and the second master raised his head and opened his mouth, but lowered his head again.

"Huh?" Song Beiyun frowned: "Why don't you answer?"

"If my father wants to teach me a lesson, then he will teach me a lesson, because since my father asked, he thinks I am wrong. Since I am wrong, nothing I say will be of no help."

"Oh, what you mean is that you are right, but I press your head to force you to admit your mistake?" Song Beiyun laughed: "Or, am I wrong?"

"The boy dares not..."

"Politics." Song Beiyun shook his head: "You are really tender. You can see but you can only see it. I ask you, what politics is, you will tell me this is a game of chess, but what chess is, how to play, and what rules are, you don't know when you ask."

"yes……"

"You launched a coup, imprisoned the reformists and launched the conservatives. In your opinion, you just want them to fight against me, right?"

"Baby...yes..."

"Personnel is politics." Song Beiyun picked up the teacup and took a sip: "On the surface, personnel arrangements are just an arrangement. Each position is arranged with a relatively suitable person, just like the building blocks you played with when you were a child, simple, clear and direct. But have you ever thought about what happened after personnel?"

"have……"

"Yes? Then why don't you know what politics is?" Song Beiyun asked aggressively: "People and affairs seem to be of all kinds, but one thing you need to know is why the position of all of them starts, what is the motivation for supporting a job and not supporting a job. This involves the intricate and complicated interests behind personnel and affairs."

The second master lowered his head and nodded his head.

"The most intuitive expression of interest relations is political forms and political means. What is politics? Politics is the struggle for disputes about rights, power and interests. What is power? Power is the ability to obtain and distribute benefits. What is profit? Profit is the survival resource of a person or a group. In the present and even in the future, interests often move closer to people with the highest status, strongest background and strongest strength in society. These three contents are personnel issues."

"It's... the child has been taught."

"The reason why personnel issues are sensitive is because they originate from identity and involve power, and the core is to be linked to interests. The competition for interests is politics." Song Beiyun knocked on the table: "Do you understand what you are wrong now?"

The second master lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"You may not understand yet. Because of your growing environment, you have not been deeply involved in these things. I am also blaming me for not being able to teach you well over the years." Song Beiyun patted his shoulder: "I am 80% of your fault."

"The boy dares not..."

"Do you know why I have been reluctant to let Song and Liao unify? It is because personnel cannot be reconciled. In other words, the interests of the group cannot be reconciled and there are conflicts. Resources are limited, and I don't have time to concentrate China on developing industry while dealing with the huge interest groups of Song and Liao. In other words, a court cannot accept two teams. Who is going to go up and down?" Song Beiyun chuckled: "Maybe they won't say anything when I am alive, but once I get out of power, can you suppress these interest groups that are ready to move?"

"Now it seems that you can't." Song Beiyun sighed: "What really affects unification is not the culture and economy between Song and Liao, but is just a big-minded interest pull."

"You have pushed half of the officials in the court down. The group behind them will not let you go, and the remaining people you pulled up will fight to protect their own interests. The final result is endless internal friction. Therefore, it is far from enough to shovel and shovel a person. It is necessary to shovel the entire chain, dig out the carrot and bring out the mud, and no one can be let go. So why is it said that political struggle is cruel and dark? Because it is the butt that determines the head. Wherever your butt is sitting, even if you don't do anything, your head may have to move."

"The child didn't expect this layer..."

"And do you think it's done if you replace a group of conservative people? The interests between them are not unified, but they have to be fought for. Within two years, they will divide again, some will stick to their positions and some will seek cooperation, and politics will be black or white. If the conservative positions are placed there, then the other part will naturally join the camp of the Restoration Party and continue to charge. The groups of both sides will not easily let you control them anymore, and will put you in the underworld and make you a ruler with only identity but no status. Do you think the emperor is good? "

To be honest, the second master was really shocked. In his image, his father was the silly man who was at home who was silly, cooked, played tricks, played ugly, made children laugh, and was scolded by his wife.

But now when he used another face, the politics that could only be described in one sentence "The water is very deep here" was broken up and fed to pieces by him in a few words.

In other words, the father in front of him now, the father in his knowledge and the father in the rumors, was not the same person, but the Song Beiyun, who was the emperor who was better than the emperor.

"The operator is good at breaking."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he pursed his lips: "Although I promised your mother that she would not make things too difficult for you, and it would be unreasonable to ask me to kill my son. However, the death penalty is avoided. After all, you did not raise the butcher knife to Han Qi and the others, but the crime of living is inevitable."

"The child accepts punishment."

"Well, it's great. You're an adult. You have to admit your mistakes. You have to stand firm when you get beaten. My father hasn't taught you well over the years, and I'm wrong, so I'll wipe your butt this time." Song Beiyun gently tapped the table with his finger: "I'll ask you to go to Fujian and help your cousin, and start from the bottom. Are you happy?"

"The boy is happy."

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded: "Let's go early tomorrow morning."

"yes……"

“Get out.”

The second master was removed from the door and was blown by the cold wind when he left the door. He came to life. Before he knew it, he was already soaked in sweat. When the cold wind hit him, he was trembling all over.

My father didn't blame him a word, but he was tight all over and almost urinated. The terrifying sense of oppression and the momentum were really terrible, so scary that he didn't dare to admit that the person sitting there was actually his father.

And a question slowly arose in his mind, is that the superior?

In comparison, I am simply a hairless chick. The so-called power in my hands is just a self-conceived high sky and wide sea. Compared with my father, he looked down at the earth like a falcon, and the grass and trees were all in his eyes. And what about me? A small palace is his whole body, which looks quite small, but compared to his father's vision, this palace is just a chicken cage.

Song Beiyun really dealt with the matter afterwards. He first visited and invited Han Qi back.

When Han Qi saw him, the two looked at each other and smiled, but sighed helplessly but there was no discussion on this matter, just talking about the situation in the distance.

Later, with the help of Han Qi, Song Beiyun solved all the mistakes this time, and the original reformists and conservatives returned to their previous appearance.

The people on both sides actually had no complaints, after all, it was just a farce. Although the ups and downs made a joke, they had to give some face when facing Song Beiyun.

According to common sense, the second master wanted to give poisoned wine, but fortunately he was fully careful this time, and everyone was under house arrest for a few days with delicious food and drink, just to treat it as a recuperation. Since there was no murder, the punishment for wandering for three thousand miles was considered very heavy.

However, they really admire Song Beiyun. If they were not willing to exile their own son to the coast of Fujian, three thousand miles away.

Obey! Iron fist is iron fist, there is nothing to say.

The second master set off for Fujian yesterday, three thousand miles, not more than one mile and not more than another.

When he was on the way, the second master had no complaints. After all, he went to his cousin's place. His cousin was the prince of the Song Dynasty. He was willing to calm down. He had no reason to be worse than him.

But after this time, the second master's nature has changed a lot, at least he is not crazy, because he found that he is really too young and tender compared to the heroes of the world. After starting to examine his father again, he realized that some things really need to be seen with his own eyes. All the rumors on the Tao are unreliable!

Who said that Song Beiyun only knows how to make a fuss? Who said that Song Beiyun is not capable at all? He can mediate a coup in just a few words, and can straighten a country in seven days. And he is the only one, just using his credit and fame.

Who in the world can do this?

The second master sat in the carriage, flipped through the notes his father gave him before leaving and his experiences over the years, read them over and over again, but as he looked at them, he laughed out loud, raised his hand and slapped himself.
Chapter completed!