In the Palace of Prince Yu, Prince Yu was sitting on the Grand Master's chair. On his left and right were the prefect Liu Xiangquan, the Tianli leader Xia Houjue, and the leader of the Dragon Gate Gate known as the Dragon King.
boom!
The celadon tea bowl was smashed to pieces by King Yu.
"Hey, that's too much!"
King Yu was so angry that Liu Xiangquan was so frightened that he did not dare to say anything. He glanced secretly and saw that the usually gentle and elegant King Yu could no longer control his expression at this time.
King Yu is said to have thunder in his chest and a flat lake in his face.
The reason is that just now they heard that the disciples of Longmen came to report that all the masters who went to surround Zhang Qingyuan had been wiped out.
"Twenty people, none of them came back. Could it be that Zhang Qingyuan is really a martial artist?"
These twenty people are all top-notch experts, the mainstay of the rebellion in Prince Yu's Mansion.
He was very cautious and sent twenty first-class masters at once to deal with a fledgling Taoist priest, but they were still destroyed by them.
Even if the killing is not successful, the key is that Prince Yu’s Mansion suffered heavy losses!
The Dragon King is a very standard man, with an angular face, a sad stubble, eight feet tall, and very handsome.
He leaned forward and said: "Your Majesty, otherwise I can go in person and take his head."
The Dragon King was even more sad than King Yu, because they were all his beloved relatives, friends, siblings.
"Your Majesty."
Before King Yu could say anything, Xia Houjue, who was hidden under his black robe, clasped his fists and said, "No matter what Zhang Qingyuan's abilities are, now is not a good time for us to take revenge. It's important to raise troops!"
"snort!"
King Yu snorted coldly, swept his sleeves, and tried to suppress his anger.
Asked: "How many troops have been recruited?"
Liu Xiangquan took out a booklet from his sleeve, opened it and read: "Back to Your Highness, 300,000 victims have been recruited, of which 40,000 have joined the military camp. The number of victims coming from other areas is expected to reach 800,000. people."
A ratio of thirty to four is normal.
Because not all the victims are young and strong working people, the majority are old, weak, women and children.
And even if all the young and middle-aged people come, some people are not willing to join the army.
But the king of Yu could not drive away these old, weak, women and children.
Because he attracted so many people under the banner of relieving the victims. If he drives away the old, weak, women and children, then he cannot stand upright at all.
Even if he becomes the emperor, the people below him will not obey him, and some generals will even attack him.
So he still had to take in these old, weak, women and children who had no labor force, and he had to take good care of them.
Because many of these people are family members of recruited soldiers.
"So, when all the victims come here, we will have about 120,000 to 30,000 troops."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Um."
King Yu nodded, this is good news.
120,000 to 30,000 people rushed to the capital. With the configuration of the three major battalions in the capital, they could not stop them at all.
Although the three battalions are regarded as the best army in the world, they have stayed in the capital for so many years and have not been on the battlefield for a hundred years. The soldiers inside are also the sons of high-ranking officials. In addition, the generals are corrupt, so how much fighting power is left.
At the founding of the People's Republic of China, the total number of the three major battalions was more than 50,000. Over the years, the actual number has been falsely reported every year, and the actual number is only more than 10,000.
120,000 vs. 10,000, the advantage is mine!
King Yu breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fists and continued to ask: "How long will it take for these people to reach Kaifeng City?"
"It will take about five more days."
"Okay, now we just have to wait for His Majesty to pass away."
At this time, Xia Houjue suddenly smiled and said: "Your Majesty, your Majesty has passed away."
"What?"
"His Majesty passed away the night before yesterday, and the disciples of Tianli Sect rushed to send news from eight hundred miles away."
Upon hearing the emperor's death, King Yu looked up to the sky and shouted: "Haha, God help me!"
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!" The three of them congratulated in unison.
After waiting for so long, they couldn't wait for the emperor to die.
King Yu was overjoyed and felt a sense of relief in his chest, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.
His expression changed from anger to joy, and he said with a smile: "I guess my nephews are already fighting fiercely at this time."
"Your Majesty, Shengming, now we are just waiting for the news of their battle to seize the direct descendants to spread throughout the world. Then it will be the day for you to raise your army." Liu Xiangquan complimented.
Xia Houjue also said: "Your Majesty, I have already ordered the disciples in the sect to spread the news that the natural disaster was caused by the instability of the imperial power, and that the three dragons seized the heir, which caused the dissatisfaction of the heavens. Then the heavens will be jealous and the people will be resentful.
And you only need to bring order to the chaos, and you will gain the support of people all over the world. "
"good!"
…
On the other side, Zhu Qizhao had already fooled Tang Jie into being lame.
Once his domineering aura was unleashed and the world was righteous, after analyzing the situation again, what else could Tang Jie say.
This damn thing is the power of Conglong!
Of course, this kind of thing is also a kind of gambling. If you win the bet, you will be the result of the dragon's merit. If you lose the bet, you will be doomed.
As a businessman, Tang Jie is not a step-by-step person.
During the great disaster in Kaifeng, he dared to buy 200,000 shi of grain and emptied his family's wealth.
Zhang Qingyuan said he could help him get the food back, and he believed him on the spot.
So, what else is there to say.
He immediately decided to take advantage of his family fortune and follow Zhu Qizhao!
Recruit troops, and by the way... spread the news!
Zhang Qingyuan said he would give him an idea, but in fact his idea was the same as Xia Houjue's.
Create the character of the prince, make yourself the savior who brings order to the chaos, and make others the villain who doesn't care about the safety of the people.
Raise the banner of "Tianxingdao" and shout slogans to help those who are suffering.
This is the specialty of those who practice Taoism.
But it’s the common people who believe this the most!
Isn’t there a widely circulated saying in China that the sky is dead and Huang Tian should immediately do so?
The remarks they spread were the same as Xiahou Jue's. When the emperor died, the prince did nothing and only wanted to gain personal gain, which was why such natural and man-made disasters occurred.
It's just that in his remarks, King Yu ignored the people under his rule, snatched relief food and grass for his own selfish desires, and attempted to rebel and seize power.
Tang Jie was recruiting troops for Zhu Qizhao, and Zhang Qingyuan was not idle either. He was leading his men to clear out the nearby mountain stronghold.
He kicked one house after another, and a team of people from Tingchao Pavilion behind him helped dispose of the dead bodies and transport weapons.
After killing the last bandit in a small village with one sword, Zhang Qingyuan clearly felt that his swordsmanship had improved again.
Sure enough, the best way to gain experience is through actual combat.
Let’s start being a devil today.
Zhang Qingyuan wiped the blood on the Questioning Heart Sword and looked at Li Qiuran who was also wiping the sword.
Back at the Tang Mansion, at the dinner table, Zhu Qizhao was bragging endlessly.
Zhang Qingyuan didn't want to listen to his bragging, so he told Zhu Qizhao some of his ideas and insights as a modern person.
Zhang Qingyuan knew very well that he was not a talented person, nor did he have any strategies for governing the country like Yao Guangxiao.
It’s just that as a modern person on earth, I have seen more.
He told Zhu Qizhao some of the better governance experiences on earth, and told him how he could treat the people better if he really became the emperor.
After hearing this, Zhu Qizhao was amazed and said, "Qingyuan, when I ascend the throne, I will make you the national preceptor."
"screw you."
Zhang Qingyuan refused directly and treated him like a fool. He knew his own affairs.
These theories of his were also copied.
"Why?" Zhu Qizhao was puzzled.
Zhang Qingyuan said very pretentiously: "Sorry, Pindao's ideal is not in the court, but in the world.
I want to establish a sect for my ancestor and make my own contribution to the Taoist sect.
If you become successful, then be your emperor. If possible, let's be friends. "
As he said this, his body seemed to glow.
After Li Qiuran heard what he said, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Seeing fame and fortune as floating clouds...this is the true stillness of the heart.
Little did he know that Zhang Qingyuan's name was Don't Bi Lian.
Six days later, news of the emperor's death spread throughout the world, the prince was imprisoned, the second prince ascended the throne, and several princes were deposed.
King Yu announced the rise of troops!
In Prince Yu's Mansion, a homing pigeon flew from Xia Houjue's yard, with a cloth strip tied to the pigeon.
It reads: Folk rumors say that the King of Yu is a living demon dragon, and the severe drought in Yuzhou was all caused by the corpse of the King of Yu not eating...
After reading the message on the note, Xiahou Jue was stunned.
"No, I'm a substitute!"
