Imperial Palace, Funing Hall.
Sitting on it was the young emperor Longxuan, and Longxuan's grandmother Yuhou.
Below stood the regent, Prince Gong.
The atmosphere is a bit depressing.
Two months ago, they sent General Feng Goudai of the Suwei Army to lead 50,000 Suwei cavalry south to suppress the Northern Jingzhou uprising army.
As a result, after fighting for many days, even an important city was not captured.
All fools know that Wei Ting, the former commander of the Su Wei Army who is preparing to come back, is behind the scenes.
"Uncle Six, what should we do?"
Yugo said with an ugly expression.
Living in the shadow of the Queen Mother for a long time made Yu Hou develop a cowardly and unassertive character.
"Don't worry, Queen Mother. Feng Gou didn't obey his orders so he was replaced."
King Gong said calmly with bright eyes.
He has confident credentials.
Over the years, he has recruited experts from all over the world.
Not long ago, three great master-level monks were invited from Uzang in the west.
"If we take him down, who will lead the army? Will the people below listen?"
Although Yugo is cowardly, she is not stupid.
After Wei Ting left, Feng Gou was one of the best in terms of prestige in the army and martial arts.
"Duan Hu took refuge with Uncle Six?"
Yugo's eyes suddenly lit up.
Duan Hu is also a general of the Su Wei Army. His martial arts and prestige in the Su Wei Army are as good as Feng Gou.
Prince Gong almost cried because of Queen Yu.
How could Duan Hu turn to him at this time?
"What I mean is that I should go in person."
"ah"
Yuhou opened his mouth, then covered his mouth and objected: "How can Uncle Six leave the capital at this time?"
Yugo could not imagine what would happen to such a big country, especially when the building was about to collapse.
King Gong glanced at Long Xuan, who was dozing off, and sighed: "The old minister is getting older and his health is getting worse. He won't live much longer. The Queen Mother must learn to govern the country independently."
Glancing at Yuhou who looked even more flustered, Prince Gong lamented in his heart that compared to his sister-in-law who was pretending to be dead, this niece-in-law was not even a bit inferior.
"Uncle Six"
Yugo's eyes begged.
"That's it. Without further delay, I will set off today."
King Gong bowed his hands and left Funing Palace resolutely.
"Uncle Six"
Yugo's voice was too loud.
It scared Long Xuan, who was dozing off, to tears.
The whining made Yugo very upset, and she scolded: "Why are you crying?"
"Wow……"
Long Xuan cried even harder.
It can be heard from far away.
"Little ancestor, don't cry, it's my grandmother's fault."
Yuhou quickly coaxed his grandson.
There is no difference from an ordinary woman.
…
Zuo Shiyuan.
The birds in Zuoshiyuan are different from the birds in other yamen. Not only can they forage in the yard, but they can also stay in the corridor for a long time.
In a room filled with books and manuscripts, Qin Yuan looked at the Di newspaper delivered in the afternoon. He was almost overwhelmed by the operation show of the fifteen, no, sixteen states (plus Northern Jingzhou) that had established independence in the south.
The gentry in the south, especially the gentry in Jiangnan, Minzhou, and Guangdong who had made astonishing wealth from sea trade, actually proposed to abandon the emperor and establish a dynasty ruled by gentry.
Locally, the gentry, composed of gentry, had the final say.
In the imperial court, a person is elected to be in power, but he can only serve for five years at most.
Qin Yuan felt a little inconsistent, but also inexplicably reasonable.
These gentry are no longer the gentry in his old impression, but gentry who combine business gangs, force, and maritime ideas into one.
The most important thing is that this situation has actually lasted for decades.
Not only are these people already accustomed to being without an emperor.
The people under their rule have long been accustomed to not having an emperor.
Once a habit is formed, it is difficult to change.
Qin Yuan tried to find a comparable period in the history of his previous life.
None of them fit.
At this moment, all the birds that had been staying for a long time flew away.
Soon, there was a sound of footsteps.
Qin Yuan stopped his racing thoughts.
A loud voice came from outside: "Prince Regent Jun ordered that all the records of the Zuo History Academy go south with him."
What? Go south with King Gong.
How could you go south at this time?
What if Wei Ting falls out.
Qin Yuan touched his chin.
We have to find a way to avoid going south.
Take a dive when mounting your horse.
If you lie to a fool, an eighth-level master will fall off his horse.
Sick, even more ridiculous, how could an eighth-grade master just get sick just because he said he was sick?
Qin Yuan suddenly found that he had been tricked by himself.
"Uncle Qin, King Gong's people asked us to leave immediately without going home."
Shao Pingping came in from outside and said.
He is less than twenty years old, but he is calm and gives people the feeling of being thirty years old.
"good"
Qin Yuan nodded.
Pretending to clean up, he and Shao Pingping walked out of the room.
"who?"
Qin Yuan's expression changed and he jumped over the courtyard wall.
Then a muffled groan sounded.
"Uncle Qin"
Shao Pingping chased outside.
Seeing Qin Yuan lying on the ground, with his eyes closed and blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth, he shouted: "Come here, Uncle Qin is injured and unconscious."
…
Qin Yuan opened his eyes again, it was already the next day.
Next, Qin Yuan entered the liver-exploding practice mode on the pretext of recuperating at home.
But this time it’s not about practicing the magical power of indestructibility.
But divine consciousness.
This thing can not only be used as a detection radar, but also as an attack weapon.
Since Qi and Shen complement each other, Qin Yuan went from controlling a chopstick to controlling a chair and a table. From detecting one foot around, to detecting five feet around. It only took half a month.
Qin Yuan was not very happy.
If area is used to describe spiritual consciousness, Qin Yuan's spiritual consciousness is now equivalent to a small puddle.
We are still a long way from being able to truly protect ourselves.
"The Taoist priest has not yet succeeded, but fellow Taoists still need to work hard."
Qin Yuan encouraged himself.
At the same time that Qin Yuan's spiritual consciousness was first formed, King Gong came back full of anger.
In Funing Hall.
"This bunch of rebellious officials and thieves"
King Gong cursed angrily.
During the few days in Northern Jingzhou, he saw with his own eyes that Feng Gou led the well-trained Su Wei army to fight back and forth with the ragtag rebel army.
He tried to regain the power to command the army. That night, a group of "hui party members" broke into the camp and killed people.
Almost everyone in the entourage died.
Even the three great master-level monks he invited from Uzang were not spared.
"As of now, all we have to do is obey them and hand over the army to Wei Ting."
Yugo sighed.
It’s not that I don’t want to protect my ancestors.
The great pure energy has been exhausted.
If you have to blame, just blame the old witch who pretended to be dead in Dongling.
Yugo added a few words in his mind.
"That's all."
King Gong was also a little disheartened.
Before coming back, he made a special trip to Dongling.
The sister-in-law didn't even meet him.
"Uncle Liu, how about" Yuhou lowered his voice: "Send someone to go to Changbai Mountain."
Yu Hou heard the legend that Changbai Mountain Ancestral Ginseng was the patron saint of the Qing Dynasty.
"It's just a legend"
King Gong smiled bitterly.
If so, how could his dignified regent not know about it.
"What if it's true?"
Seeing that his nephew-in-law was grasping at the last straw, King Gong nodded helplessly.
"urgent report"
A eunuch brought in a roll.
King Gong thought something had happened on the front line, so he hurriedly took it and took out the urgent report. When he saw the content, his nose became crooked with anger.
Damn Wei Ting, ask him to step down and help himself.
"delusion"
The next day, military generals, big and small, wrote together, requesting that Weiting be appointed as assistant to the government.
King Gong had no choice but to agree.
For a regime, the real pillar is the armed group.
Everything else is just a parasite.
Now that the entire military group has turned to Wei Ting, he has no choice.
