Liu Mingzhi looked at the dragon seal in Li Baiyu's hand and was silent for a long time before finally coming back to his senses.
"Brother Chen, please retire!"
Li Baiyu quietly looked at the disappearing figure of Young Master Liu and let out a breath.
"Brother-in-law, I will remember my father's last words. I hope you will not violate my father's last wishes. You and I, brothers, will talk about the good stories of the king and his ministers again."
"As long as you don't rebel and rebel, besides the life-saving decree given to you by my father, I can do whatever you want to avoid death!"
"I will definitely be more tolerant than my father. My father will entrust me with the responsibility of unifying the world and becoming the emperor for eternity. I will definitely not live up to the title of emperor for eternity."
After Liu Mingzhi left the palace, he got on his horse and rushed directly towards the Yamen of the Ministry of War. Things in the Western Regions could not be ignored. If Zhang Mo had to send troops to return reinforcements, the stability of the Western Regions would be the biggest problem.
Wearing the court uniform specially made by the Assistant Minister, Liu Dashao rushed to the Hubu Yamen without any hindrance and rushed directly to the office room of Song Yu, the Minister of War.
"I will see Duke Dingguo!"
"Excuse me, is Song Shangshu here?"
"I'm working in the room. Lord Ding, please come in."
Young Master Liu was not polite and walked directly into the room.
Song Yu was immersed in writing annotations with a thin stick, and seven or eight officials were standing next to him, waiting.
"Master Wu, this document is sent to Jiang Shangshu of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Here is the amount of food and grass needed by the Six Guards of Northern Xinjiang."
"Let him transport the first batch of grain and grass to the six cities in northern Xinjiang before the 300,000 new army cavalry rush to the frontier."
"yes!"
"Master Mao, please send this document to the Bingzao Supervisor, who will be the Supervisor Zhou."
"We will go all out to forge all kinds of weapons, especially arrows. We can make as many weapons as we can. We must ensure sufficient supply for the army."
"yes!"
"Master Feng, please send this document to the Ministry of Industry. Let the Ministry of Industry immediately issue the document and send it to all the prefectures in Dalong, large and small, to summon the world's most skilled craftsmen to serve as supervisors!"
"Recruit as many as you can!"
"yes!"
"Master Ma..."
In half a stick of incense, the thick stack of documents on the table in front of Song Yu was swept away, and the seven or eight people in the room were all busy running around.
"Uncle is really busy with everything!"
Song Yu, who was about to stretch, was startled and looked at Young Master Liu who was leaning on the door of the room and looking at him with a smile.
"When did you come? Why didn't you make any sound? You want to scare me to death!"
"Uncle, is this how you talk to your immediate boss? Are you afraid that I will put on your shoes?"
"whispering sound......"
Song Yu snorted disdainfully, picked up the tea on the side and tasted it slowly.
"This is my military office, not the court. You need to maintain your identity as the Assistant Minister. If I give you face here, you will be the Assistant Minister. If I don't give you face, you will be nothing."
"What's the matter, are you really planning to ask me to stand up and salute you?"
"Believe it or not, I slapped my big mouth twice and slapped you so hard that you couldn't find me!"
"You've only had enough food for a few days, and you dare to show off to me."
"Believe it or not, I broke your leg, and your father had to happily laugh with me."
Young Master Liu looked at Song Yu's "dismissive" look on him and smiled bitterly, shook his head and walked towards the chair beside him to sit down.
"Believe it, how dare my nephew not believe what my uncle said."
"With my old man's character, it's probably okay even if you kill me."
"Who knows that you two are die-hard brothers who go to brothels together!"
Song Yu glared at the talkative Young Master Liu angrily: "Just understand."
"What's the matter? You've been neglecting your duties for four or five months. What advice do you have when you suddenly come to my military department?"
"Is there something I'm not doing well? I'd like to give you some pointers."
Young Master Liu shrugged helplessly: "Uncle, how can I have the courage? I will come to the Ministry of War's classics library to read the petitions about the countries in the Western Regions."
Song Yu nodded in confusion: "It seems that His Majesty has told you everything. We all have our own opinions on the issue of whether to let Zhang Mo come back for reinforcements. We argued several times but have not yet finalized it!"
Young Master Liu looked at Song Yu curiously. As the Minister of War, Song Yu had the right to supervise the world's troops. Although he did not have the power to command, his strategic vision was also unusual.
He was curious about Song Yu's views on this matter.
"Uncle, according to your wishes, it would be better for Commander Zhang Mo to come back, or not to come back!"
Song Yu was silent for a moment and said decisively: "Come back! Two hundred thousand more elite soldiers will have unexpected effects once the battle unfolds."
"Don't forget that you only brought 400,000 troops and horses with you during the Western Expedition, and another 100,000 were just auxiliary troops!"
"Two hundred thousand elite soldiers is a strength that no one dares to underestimate!"
"If the return of the 200,000-strong army is kept secret for now, using it as a surprise force that penetrates directly into the heart of the enemy will definitely make many enemies return in defeat."
After hearing this, Young Master Liu stood up and slowly walked around the room.
"But what to do about the stability of the Western Region? The considerations of those adults are indeed a problem!"
"If there is no deterrence from the Anxi Protectorate, the turmoil in the Western Region will be mixed into the overall situation of the Three Kingdoms' war. No one can predict what unexpected things will happen."
"The Western Region has been conquered, but no one can guarantee whether the countries in the Western Region will really return to my great dragon."
Song Yu looked at Young Master Liu with strange eyes: "Then!"
"Let's see if your little wife is sincere to you!"
"You can be merciful even if you go on an expedition and let the beautiful woman eagerly wait for your return. That's okay!"
Young Master Liu looked blankly at Song Yu's narrow eyes: "Uncle, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? My nephew is always merciful, but I am not so ruthless as to fall in love with everyone I meet. When was I in the Western Regions?" I have a little wife and concubine!”
"You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense..."
As Young Master Liu was talking, a beautiful figure with a healthy complexion, tall figure and bold clothing, full of exotic amorous feelings flashed in his mind!
Those eyes were very different from those of the Central Plains woman. Although she had not seen her eyes for many years, looking back at her lovingly, it seemed like it was just yesterday.
"Liu Mingzhi, will you come back? I'm waiting for you in Gumo!"
"Liu Mingzhi, can I go to Tianjing to find you?"
Liu Mingzhi came back to his senses and looked at Song Yu tentatively: "Aunt Mo Rongrong?"
Song Yu pursed his lips toward the south courtyard of the Yamen and threw a key: "I'm going to the classics library to read it myself!"
Liu Mingzhi sighed, and no longer had any intention of teasing. He nodded towards Song Yu with a complicated expression, grabbed the key and walked towards the Ministry of War's classics library.
After a while, Young Master Liu glanced at the densely packed books, letters, and documents on the wooden shelves.
Western Region!
Young Master Liu found the wooden shelf with the label of the Western Regions on it and walked over. He casually browsed through the piles of documents. He found a pile of intact letters and took them out. He sat on a chair beside him and hesitated for a moment to open them and read through them. got up.
Documents from the Anxi Protectorate were all delivered as memorials, and letters could only be personal letters.
The pile of letters in his hand, all signed by Gumo Kingdom but without names, is complete because perhaps no one in the Ministry of War cares about a letter from a strange country thousands of miles away!
"Ask when you will return!"
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