Generals and Ministers

If life were only like the first meeting, some people, standing in the court, strategizing and commanding, could be bound by brotherhood and loyalty, even if unwillingly, they would still find it sweet. Others, appointed as officials and generals, brave and skilled in battle, protecting their country, are unaware of the bonds of mutual protection, the joy of reunion, the anticipation of meeting again, yet there is no return. Some things, no matter how hidden, will one day find an opportunity to be revealed to the world. Some things, no matter how dark, will one day see the sunlight and be exposed to the world. The art of emperors involves balancing court struggles, controlling people's hearts, and maintaining balance. The ambition of generals lies in repelling border conflicts, protecting the country, and soaring to the heavens. Since ancient times, the hearts of emperors have been either sincere or unfathomable. For emperors, political maneuvering is about balancing the power of all sides, maintaining checks and balances, and controlling their court. Throughout history, the hearts of ministers have varied—some are utterly loyal, others harbor treacherous intentions. For ministers, power is the path to rapid advancement, a chance to achieve merit and reside in the court. A king is a king because he desires the world, and all its people are in his hands. A minister is a minister because he desires grand ambitions; the safety of the world rests in his heart. The victor becomes king, the loser a bandit. How many emperors haven't had blood on their hands and bones beneath their feet? Born to be a minister, loyal to the cause, how many ministers don't harbor lofty ambitions and yearn for glorious achievements? The supreme throne, the imposing power—this world is his, and can only be held in his hands. The talent of a wise minister, the ambition of a valiant general—this ambition resides within his heart. Trust in the ruler is rare indeed. True affection for the minister is even rarer. Nothing is more difficult than enduring countless trials and tribulations without wavering trust. Nothing is more fortunate than enduring hardship without losing one's sincerity. The harmony between ruler and subject unites the world. The harmony between generals and ministers solidifies the nation. That first meeting, we accompanied each other for years, fought side by side on the battlefield, faced death countless times, and left only regrets. This time, we meet again, strangers to each other, each residing in the halls of power, suspicious and scheming, unable to let go of past grievances. That last parting, blood stained our clothes, scattering countless longings. This last parting, a victorious campaign, leaving only memories. The past is like smoke, fading with time. The departed are gone, leaving only remembrance for the rest of our lives. Winter has passed, spring has come again, beneath the jujube blossoms, I recall the fleeting years. You are gone, I remain, can life ever be as it was at our first meeting?

Shao An was a rebel. From running away from home as a child to refuting imperial edicts, neither patriarchal nor imperial authority had ever exerted any restraining influence on him. In other words, such a person was dangerous because he disregarded social norms and rules, easily becoming a variable in any plan, even though such variables were often traceable and troublesome. Therefore, the emperor had long prepared a check, and this check was Li Hongyi. From the moment he was thrown out as bait, the string was tightly held in the emperor's hands. Whether or not they acknowledged each other, Shao An never truly faced the issue. He and Li Hongyi were from two different worlds. From the moment Li Hongyi made his first major contribution—stealing the imperial edict—his basic image was established: loyal, capable, sentimental, and foolish. Compared to Shao An, the two were clearly incompatible, their auras clashing. Since serving in the same court, they had almost constant conflicts. It's conceivable that if the two were to finally be honest with each other, the day they faced each other directly would not be a fortunate one. Trust wasn't the issue; at least Li Hongyi trusted Liu An, because of their bond, their trust, and their shared fate. This trust was absolute, but that didn't mean problems didn't exist. If Li Hongyi were thoughtful, he would have realized what kind of person a prime minister was, someone who could make decisions in court without the emperor's consent, and what kind of contradictions lurked between the emperor and the prime minister. For someone as simple-minded as him, this direct confrontation was painful. Shao An was no longer Liu An, but Li Hongyi remained Li Hongyi. Everyone else was moving forward, but he, with ten years of amnesia, had gone in circles, still at the starting point. "In the prime of his life, alone in the capital, he counts his remaining days, a solitary figure speaking of lonely graves." Shao An's life had been remarkably smooth; from top scholar to prime minister to trusted minister entrusted with the care of the young emperor, he accomplished in a few years what others took decades to achieve, thus destined to have no companions. He lost his mother at a young age, his friends in middle age, and he was childless in old age. The kindness of parents, the loyalty between ruler and subject, the bond between brothers—none of these remained; what remained was the legendary tale of a powerful minister in a prosperous era. He was the hand that lifted up the dynasty to prosperity, witnessing the bloodshed and filth behind the gilded facade. He was a role model in the eyes of scholars, a storyteller's tale, a fisherman's banter—his name would surely be etched in history, his epitaph inscribed with a thousand words. The chapters of generals and ministers have ended. Shao An saw off his brother, the emperor, and his peers, leaving him alone. The wheel of time has turned again. The young man who once stood before the gates of Chang'an, hands clasped, gazing intently, is no more. One can only imagine him in his old age, a pot of wine in hand, speaking to his lonely grave.

"A single glimpse of a girl can ruin one's life." I've tried many words to express my admiration for this girl, with phrases like "talented as a poet" and "refined as a hermit" swirling in my mind for a long time. But I've decided to use the phrase I mentioned in a casual chat a few days ago: "A single glimpse of a girl can ruin one's life." To be honest, I wasn't one of the first to follow "The General and the Minister." During its serialization on Tieba, I missed the girl several times, and regretted my past mistakes many times. Fortunately, the real show has just begun. "The General and the Minister" consists of six volumes, totaling over 440,000 words from the prologue (data source: 17k. Com). From the prologue to the closing line, "A new emperor's rise is always accompanied by a famous minister," Shao An served three emperors. From entering the Prince An's residence in the fourteenth year of Yongkang to the emperor's death in the twentieth year of Tai'an, Shao An and the emperor knew each other for twenty-seven years. When he first entered the Prince's residence, Shao An was just a naive young boy, but by the time the emperor passed away, he had become an undisputed pillar of the state. In the nearly sixty years of tumultuous change, Shao An encountered his most important elder brother, the approachable Prince Jin, and the indispensable Sun Chi. Siblings, close friends, enemies, love and hate intertwined, binding Shao An's life; capable ministers, mediocre officials, foolish relatives—all these trials and tribulations shaped and cleansed his life. Titled "Generals and Ministers," I am actually biased towards the Minister. As the one who remembers everyone, he truly devoted himself wholeheartedly. At twelve, he left home and abandoned his surname to make a living. At seventeen, he entered the battlefield; at eighteen, he was exiled to Qianzhou; at twenty, he became the top scholar in the imperial examination, his name renowned throughout the land. Upon entering officialdom, he became a fifth-rank official in the Ministry of War's Military Selection Department; his first case in charge of criminal matters was the false accusation against a prince in a struggle for the throne. In the third year of the Tai'an reign, he was appointed Prime Minister of the capital for the major examination and impeached Liao Xiang. In the fifth year of the Tai'an reign, he was tasked with eliminating corruption in the imperial examinations, serving as an envoy to the Turks, and observing mourning for his parents in Qinhuai. In the sixth year of the Tai'an reign, he was appointed Prime Minister again and quelled the rebellion of the Prince of Jin and the Crown Prince. In the ninth year of the Tai'an reign, he was accused of colluding with the Western Ou. In the tenth year of the Tai'an reign, he was sent to guard Minghua, but was isolated and without support. The Western Ou invaded the border. After ten years in office, he finally managed to retire to Yingzhou thanks to Zhao Liu's arrow. Five years later, the Western Ou returned, and the following year, he was appointed Prime Minister for the third time. His life was full of ups and downs, separations and reunions, but his actions were undoubtedly commendable. The article "Generals and Ministers" is full of intrigue and unpredictable events, featuring a variety of characters who appear and disappear mysteriously. Who was the man in black when Liu Yongzhou died and Dong Ji was imprisoned? Who betrayed the Prince of Jin and leaked Emperor Yongkang's edict? Who sent an arrow through a book to incite factional strife within the Prime Minister's faction? Who sent Shao An the giant axe? Who touched the Prince of Jin's keepsake? A series of mysteries intertwine, weaving an invisible web. In the chaotic court, absolute truth, goodness, and beauty are all too hypocritical. Former trusted allies may become the Ming Dynasty's greatest threat, just as Churchill said, "There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests." But it is precisely because of this that brotherhood is all the more precious; only time reveals true character. In my heart, the most brilliant aspect is the girl's application of various strategies. In the imperial examination case, Shao An's "beating the grass to alert the enemy and luring him into the trap"; in the crown prince's rebellion case, Feng Che's "candle shadow and axe sound"; in the flood control case, the emperor's "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass"; the strategy of "befriending distant states while attacking nearby ones" against the Turks and Xi'ou… Ingenious plans and clever schemes emerge one after another, each displaying their unique abilities, subtly reflecting the political struggles of the feudal dynasty and the flames of war on the borders. Enemy and ally are intertwined, their struggles shimmering and shifting, weaving together a magnificent and grand panorama of "The General and the Minister." "The Generals and Ministers" is a somber and serious work, unlike other lighthearted novels. Each chapter requires careful consideration. For example, the brotherhood between Li and Shao, the changing relationship between Emperor Shao An and his student, the timing of the Xi'ou invasion, Sun Chi's psychological changes and life reactions, and the origins and fall of factional strife are all interwoven throughout the text. This is just a preliminary offering; I eagerly await your insightful comments.

This is a wonderful piece of writing by the girl. I was lucky enough to stumble upon it and read on, eventually moving from just browsing the original poster's page to here. Her writing is substantial yet unpretentious; I really love it. It's just a shame school starts tomorrow, and I'm planning to catch up on my homework tonight. I'll write a longer review later! I don't know if this seven-year delay will even be seen, but you really did write so well! \(^▽^)/!

I've come to read Chu Qi's work and hope you'll visit my page in return!

I read this novel about a year ago, or even longer. I found it on a forum back then, but for some reason, I stopped reading it until yesterday when I rediscovered it and finished it in one go, spending five or six hours on it. I've always loved this kind of story about rulers and their ministers, and I've read many, including some very well-written and heart-wrenching ones. Being quite sentimental, I often cry my heart out... But this is the only book that ever made me cry tears of joy. I genuinely cried when Hong Yi regained his memories. The author's writing is truly amazing. I'm a writer myself and have tried writing this type of story, but I gave up without success. This kind of story requires strong writing skills, historical knowledge, and strategic thinking, which I simply can't handle. And then, a shout-out to Prince Jin! While every character in this book is well-developed, I wanted to add a section to this pseudo-long review because I still prefer Prince Jin. (Laughs and cries) And finally, another shout-out to the author! And finally, my congratulations to the author on the completion of this book, which is probably almost a year late! I hope you keep up the good work and write more articles!

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Pretending the crown prince is still alive 😢

My dear, I've come to see you! Everyone's urging me to update! My son, hurry up! My girl! Be good and write, keep me company :)

Keep it up, Prince! Such great writing, hurry up and release a new book! Please keep updating!