"Won?"
"Congratulations, my lord, the Yuzhou King's counter-rebellion army has achieved a great victory. I heard that a legitimate son of the Grain King was beheaded, and the rebellious families were almost wiped out."
"Lord." Jia Zhou raised his head, with some worry on his face.
"I always feel that after this incident, the power of the King of Yuzhou began to have a real ambition to dominate. It can be regarded as a united effort."
Listen, although Xu Mu is a little worried. But from an old friend's point of view, no matter what, it is still worth being happy for Uncle Chang.
"Wenlong, where are the people from the Grain King?"
"After being crippled by the King of Yuzhou, he will definitely leave the inner city. I estimate that he will choose another force as his assistant, probably... Zuo Shiren."
Xu Mu frowned.
Judging from the current situation, neither Xi Shu, nor the inner city, nor Yuan Song wants to see the King of Grain. On the contrary, Zuo Shiren's side is the most suitable for the Grain King to serve.
"Wenlong, ask the Ye Xiao group to send more manpower to keep an eye on the three states of Dongling."
"Don't worry, my lord." Jia Zhou nodded, "Over in Kezhou, Zuo Shiren and Yuan Song are fighting fiercely."
"These two are equally powerful. I'm afraid the war will not stop within a year."
At this time, it would not be wise to intervene. The best way is to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. Wait until the two tigers are exhausted, and then think of a way to take action.
The current focus of Xishu is still on the Western Region.
"I estimate that with this turmoil in the inner city, at least for a long time, the King of Yuzhou will not have the intention to conquer the south. At least, the chaos among the aristocratic families in the inner city must be completely quelled."
Xu Mu nodded.
With gains, there is also a price to pay.
"It's time for me, Xishu, to move forward."
…
A Xiangjiang River passes through the states in the south of the Yangtze River. At this time, in the middle section of the Xiangjiang River, a vast naval force was approaching the Kezhou River bank.
On the main ship, Zuo Shiren, wearing a golden cloak, was looking up at the other shore not far away under the foggy morning light.
The war is in full swing, and now it is almost a non-stop situation. Therefore, he had to continue to mobilize troops and came to Kezhou to help in the battle.
"King Donglai, how is the situation over there?"
"My lord, Donglai has also begun to mobilize troops to Kezhou."
"This old... old gentleman is really smart. He knew about the mutiny in the inner city and took advantage of this moment to attack Kezhou. He knew that only by capturing Kezhou and the entire Donglai could they form a horn to stop Yuzhou. The king’s southern expeditionary army.”
"He is so old, but he still wants to be an emperor. Besides, he has already been an emperor, and I haven't yet."
Zuo Shiren closed his eyes. He was very unhappy in his heart. Especially those in Xishu did not help him, but chose to stand by and watch.
"The south of the Yangtze River belongs to me, Dongling, after all. I, Zuo Shiren, am in charge of the world's navy, and with the help of Yue people, the rich lands of the three states are like a hidden dragon in the abyss, just waiting to take off."
After exhaling, Zuo Shiren suddenly thought of something again, turned his head and looked at a counselor accompanying the army.
"Rong Lu, how is the situation in the South China Sea?"
"I heard that they are still discussing. Zhao Di seems to have the intention to defect to Xishu."
"That's a bit ridiculous." Zuo Shiren frowned, "I, Dongling, are extremely wealthy, and together with Shanyue and Haiyue, we are originally the same race. No matter what, Dongling is the most suitable ally. What does Xishu have? "
"It's probably because of the reputation of King Shu..."
"It's a joke. Is Zuo Shiren's reputation not good enough?"
"Lord, that's not what I meant."
"enough."
Zuo Shiren became more and more dissatisfied. In his heart, the lack of a counselor who could take on a big task had always been a problem in his heart.
"Lord——"
Just as Zuo Shiren was thinking about it, a general came over in a hurry.
"What?"
"In front of the fleet, there is a awning blocking the river. The people on the boat said... that they want to surrender to the lord."
"Survey yourself to me?" Zuo Shiren was startled, thinking he was some hermit.
"Quick, please come on board quickly."
…
"Meet the King of Tombs." A slightly fat young man walked onto the boat calmly.
"Who is sir?"
"Entrusted by others, I blocked the river and waited for King Ling."
"Who entrusted it?"
The young man smiled, reached into his sleeve, grabbed a small handful of rice, and spread it on his palm.
After Zuo Shiren saw it clearly, he sat down silently.
"Sir, why do you come to me?"
The young man thought for a while and said, "In the world, King Ling is the last one, worthy of us people to choose the leader and assistant."
"Then why didn't you come before?" Zuo Shiren raised his head and smiled lightly.
The young man did not panic and spoke calmly.
"It's like eating pears. At the beginning, you always have to pick the big one."
"It seems like I picked the wrong one."
"Exactly." The young man sighed, "King Ling, of the thirty states in the world, only Dongling, Xishu, Neicheng, Donglai, and the Nanhai states are like the land of Huawai. Among these political powers , other people can no longer be entrusted to me. Only King Ling is the last one in the world."
"so what."
"So, this time we will spare no effort to help King Ling. In three days, two thousand grain ships will be sent to the Wuzhou River."
Zuo Shiren smiled and said, "I haven't decided yet."
"It doesn't matter, no matter what the outcome is, Quan should be given as a meeting gift to King Ling. In addition, knowing that King Ling is going to attack Kezhou this time, I am waiting in Kezhou and have many secrets left. When the time comes, we can hand it over to Driven by King Ling."
Zuo Shiren's face changed.
Just as he was about to speak, he found that the counselor Rong Lu behind him was already tugging at his robe.
"Sir, wait a moment." Zuo Shiren smiled apologetically, stood up, and walked to the bow of the ship with the counselor.
…
"My lord, you must not do this." Advisor Rong Lu looked anxious, "My lord, please don't forget that these people from the Grain King have changed hands three times and cannot be trusted."
"Rong Lu, you don't have enough knowledge, but you still like to be jealous of Xian." Zuo Shiren's voice was dissatisfied. In his opinion, if the power of the Grain King can assist Dongling, the advantages will definitely outweigh the disadvantages.
"Rong Lu, you have to understand that I, Dongling, are now surrounded by enemies on all sides. It is impossible to say that Xishu and Yuan Song have secretly formed an alliance. And the South China Sea Alliance is also constantly trying to shirk. Under this situation, Do you know that Dongling is very dangerous?"
"My lord, I know, I know everything." Rong Lu knelt down with a trembling voice and raised his hands in worship, "But my lord, you must understand that these people from the Grain King have learned from past mistakes, whether it is the Su Demon Empress or the King of Yuzhou , they were all harmed miserably by these people.”
"Please, my lord, listen to my words, Rong Lu."
"You are not as good as the best in the world, but you are a little bit chicken-hearted." Zuo Shiren was a little angry and didn't intend to listen anymore, and was about to leave.
"My lord, although I, Rong Lu, am a mediocre person, from the beginning to the end, I have been loyal to my lord and Dongling. I also ask my lord to be wise and not to let the Grain King enter the mausoleum!"
Zuo Shiren did not stop.
"Lord——"
Rong Lu burst into tears, "I Rong Lu, I am willing to die to remonstrate with the lord and refuse the food king to enter the mausoleum."
Zuo Shiren turned around silently and saw that the little strategist with mediocre skills had climbed onto the bow of the boat. He immediately kowtowed to him three times and with a pop, he fell into the turbulent river.
Standing where he was, Zuo Shiren felt an unknown chill start to creep into his whole body.
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