The Survival Wisdom of the Beiyang Era (197): Life should be miserable.
After the farce of the ascension to the throne of the Hongxian Empire came to an end, Yuan Shikai did not have the opportunity to eat a stable tangyuan, the warlords in the southwest rose up, the old Department of Beiyang looked like a god, the women of the Yuan family were still making a tantrum over the title of "concubine", clamoring to clean up and return to Zhangde, Yuan Shikai threw his chopsticks away, sighed, and said: "You all have to return to Zhangde, waiting for my coffin to go back together!" "I didn't expect a word to poke. After saying that, Yuan Shikai got up and went back to the office, Yuan Kewen came in to bring tea, and when he turned to leave, he was stopped by Yuan Shikai, who was recognized as the most thoughtful person among the princes of the Yuan family, Yuan Shikai thought of his earlier bitter advice, and could not help but feel remorseful, he stopped Yuan Kewen, compared to the big prince who poured him ecstasy soup every day, he had not talked to this old man for a long time. He took the lead in breaking the silence and sighed, "Faint for the Father! Yuan Kewen put down the teapot and said the knot that Yuan Shikai had been unable to face: "There is no truth in the temple dispute, because the essence of power is monopoly, which of course includes information, which is not only top-down, but also bottom-up." ”
After that, Yuan Shikai thought about it and opened the conversation box. Yuan Kewen bluntly said that after the Opium War, the Qing Dynasty, which had originally been "drunk and dreaming up and down," was still unwilling to wake up, and was deceiving the emperor from top to bottom, the viceroy of Liangguang lied, the minister of Qincha, Qi Shan, and even Yishan, daoguang's most trusted consul, lied, and as a hand-picked "Jing rebel general," he went so far as to privately cease war, violate the will of peace talks, trade and pay reparations, and then fabricate the "piece of sails never return" to ask for merit and reward. Yuan Shikai interrupted Yuan Kewen with a gesture to defend his good intentions, in his own words, to blame himself, there is no need to complain. He valued the views of others more, and he asked abruptly, "How will history evaluate the Father?" Yuan Kewen then explained the essence of the temple: "There is no right or wrong in the temple, there are no so-called good people and bad people, only people who have done good things and people who have done bad things." Yuan Shikai had a bitter smile on his face: "Everyone outside says I'm bad." Yuan Kewen said bluntly: "Because my father is just a real villain." ”
But Yuan Shikai's face was also unsatisfactory, and Yuan Kewen then explained: "If you want to be an emperor, let it go, you don't know that above the ancient temple, hypocrites can be, but real villains must not do it!" In history, the gonggongs were mostly one-hill raccoons, and hypocrites would never be called emperors, but they monopolized power, and on the surface they would disguise themselves as hard-working and resentful helmsmen, but they were just fools. Yuan Shikai looked out the window and was silent for a long time, and then said sadly: "After all, it is a mess." He remembered the fat man Yuan Who was deliberately crawling in the late Qing Dynasty, that was the most authentic self in his life, his heart was fierce, his heart was like the sea, his heart was undistracted, and his heart belonged. At that time, he was one of the thousand dragon slayers, and at this time he was the evil dragon that everyone targeted, everything was like a dream, and Yuan Shikai fell into deep thinking.
In the end, Yuan Kewen got up and retreated, and he seemed to have solved Yuan Shikai's puzzle. Since the restoration of the imperial system, Liang Shiyi, who was in the limelight, went to Jurentang to visit Yuan Shikai, and after reading the mountains of letters and telegrams from all sides, he silently stared at Yuan Shikai on the opposite side of the imperial case, except for those eyes that were shining through the essence, he really could not associate this old lonely man with the helmsman of the Beiyang world. Yuan Shikai dipped his hand in tea and painted on the table for a long time, and finally said: "The matter has come to an end, my meaning has been determined, no matter how much I sacrifice, there is nothing I can't do." Zhang Yilin, a slanderer who had wept blood and advised, was responsible for drafting the revocation of the imperial decree, Yuan Shikai would not be unaware of the helplessness of the flood, the only thing he could do was to deal with the aftermath, but the various blows that followed, the bitter struggle in the broken voice, was also the price he was destined to pay for his shame.