Wise as Yang Weng Cui Chongyu's generation, honest as the general of the King of Shu Weiguang, from Mu Fushu and San Lang's clothing and bearing, the attitude of the major families and the respect of the people of Luoyang City, it has been seen that the throne of the King of Shu has a strong contender.

San Lang Yang Zhiqi, the son of the former Huai Wang. The former King Huai was set up as the crown prince by Emperor Wai, and after the Huai King wiped out the clan, Yang Zhiqi was the only son of the Huai King, and he should be the heir of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Emperor Mourning's existing eldest princess Yang Weiai's daughter Fushu County Lord has a marriage contract with him, that is to say, Yang Weiai is on Yang Zhiqi's side, since then, the King of Shu has almost no ability to compete with San Lang except for the military power and the impure royal blood of the Yang family, not to mention the victory of Luoyang City, the Turks retreated to the grassland is almost the power of San Lang alone.

The King of Shu felt that his whole person was not good.

What does it mean to make a wedding dress for someone else? He is!

Although Saburo may be his son, it is also possible that it is not! The prince who doesn't want to be the emperor is not a good prince, and the king of Shu only feels Sensen's sorrow flowing in his heart, and he can't wait to shout three times.

What the hell is this called!

Reminiscent of when he learned that the Turks were attacking, Yang Weng gave up attacking Jiangning City and rushed to the aid of Henan Province, and his heart was full of suspicion.

This Yang Weng is clearly in Cao Ying's heart in Han! He and the eldest princess wore a pair of pants, and he was pitted by him! first instigated himself to rebel, and at a critical juncture, he used tricks to make himself fall short, how did he feel that he was being used as a gun?

The more the king of Shu made up for his brain, the more painful he became, and he sat on the main seat in the middle of the hall of the city lord's mansion, his face wrinkled into a bun.

In fact, he really blamed Yang Weng. One is that he could not have predicted that the Turks would attack, and the other is that he did not know that San Lang and the eldest lady had such "great ambitions". Yang Weiai knew, but she seemed to have forgotten to talk to him......

So Yang Weng was angry and didn't know it, but Cui Chongyu, who was staring at Mu Fushu on the side, saw the thoughts of the King of Shu and couldn't help sneering. This kind of fool still wants to be an emperor, and dreaming is more suitable for him! If there was no Wen Sixteen, how could he be so smooth to fight outside Jiangning City!

After everyone exchanged a few words of greeting, the king of Shu began to think about his thoughts, and the people sitting below stared at him with big eyes and didn't know what was wrong with him, or the prince of Shu reminded him before he came back to his senses, and said vaguely: "It's getting late, it's better for everyone to feed first...... ......."

After saying the inquiry, he glanced at the son on his side.

When they first came, they couldn't even find out the situation in the house, as for whether the feeding was ready, Shizi Tongshou said that he didn't know, but his father could only nod when he asked: "Yes, yes, let's use feeding first and then talk." ”

Fortunately, the big families in Luoyang City sent people to send ingredients and subordinates over, and this meal was quite decent. It's just that the King of Shu is more congested from the seat arrangement: San Lang actually arranged it to his next head! If he weren't a nephew, wouldn't he be on an equal footing with him?

Mu Fu was a little far away from the chairman, but he only dropped four or five seats, and Cui Chongyu sat next to her.

Who arranged this position? Mu Fushu felt bored in her heart, how could she eat like this! Didn't you see Cui Chongyu's eyes like rays, almost shooting through her?

In fact, many people here are secretly paying attention to three people: Cui Chongyu, Yang Weng, and Mu Fushu.

What an exciting scene this is: the eldest princess's ex-husband and current husband, the eldest princess and the little lady born to her ex-husband are gathered together, and the seats are still next to each other, how can it not make people's gossip hearts burn?

Mu Fushu is like sitting on pins and needles.

On the right is Cui Chongyu, and on the right is Yang Weng. Except for Cui Chongyu, the faces of the three of them are not very good. Cui Chongyu was in a good mood, and it happened that the maid brought a plate of fish tart, and a layer of ice was spread underneath, he actually raised his hand, and his voice was not loud or small: "The county lord is weak, and the fish is raw and cold, so there is no need to give it to her." ”

Mu Fushu was dumbfounded.

Fish is a modern sashimi, she likes to eat it very much, it is rare in ancient times, and she wants to taste it, but this person actually deprives her of the opportunity to taste food in the tone of an elder! Is it tolerable or unbearable!

After taking three deep breaths, he smiled and said, "Bring it up, I'm in good health, don't care about this." ”

Of course, the maid listened to Mu Fushu.

Who hasn't heard of the name of the lord of Fushu? Especially when she has two white tiger beasts majestically in front of and behind her, no, this side is open, and the wind and thunder are lazily nesting in the corner and eating a big meal.

There is not much ice storage in the city, and now the Wen family can use it to their heart's content, but unfortunately the Wen family has already chosen San Lang and Mu Fushu, and it is just a noodle effort for the King of Shu, so this meal, there is no ice in the hall, and there is not much ice under the fish belly.

Mu Fushu took a closer look at the fish on the ice tray, of course this fish is not salmon, the knife work is very good, thin as a piece of paper, but the color is white with a little transparent.

What kind of fish is this? Mu Fushu watched it for a long time, and Cui Chongyu reminded on the side: "This is a carp." ”

I'll it! Mu Fushu, a foodie's heart, was hit by Yanzhòng. Can carp actually make sashimi? She couldn't help but regret that she had asked for this plate of fish tart. How could Miss Mu, who has never got tired of eating, eat sashimi made of carp?

In Mu Fushu's impression, carp is sweet and sour!

Seeing that Mu Fushu's face was embarrassed, Cui Chongyu actually smiled, reached out and brought the fish plate to his table from Mu Fushu's table, picked up the five or six fish fillets with chopsticks, dipped them in the seasoning saucer and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed.

Mu Fushu's chopsticks were still held in the air, and when she finally mustered up the courage to taste this ancient sashimi, her father, who killed a thousand knives, actually didn't give her a chance, took the fish slices away from her eyes and ate them in one go......

Mu Fushu wanted to cry without tears, and he hated Cui Chongyu even more.

Yang Weng on the side smiled and said nothing, and the people who secretly looked at them on the side also looked inexplicable, only to feel that the scene in front of him was full of joy, much better than the face of the King of Shu.

The face of the King of Shu was really ugly, and it was hard to see that the head of the prince was already low to the crotch of his pants. San Lang on the side was still eating and drinking lightly, and he didn't care about the nail-like eyes of the King of Shu.

The more the opponent attaches importance to you, the more powerful you are, and San Lang's "value" to the King of Shu is not only not afraid but enjoys it.

After a meal that could not be explained in words, everyone moved to the main hall to discuss.

San Lang warmed up and took Mu Fushu to his side.

Irrelevant people have all resigned one after another, and what remains are the two camps headed by King Shu and headed by San Lang.

The king of Shu was still in the first place, and the prince sat behind him, and several other staff members were also scattered or sitting or standing beside him.

Mu Fushu and San Lang sat opposite him, behind them were Wen Lao Langjun and the head of the Cui family, and strangely Cui Chongyu and Yang Weng sat beside them.

The King of Shu almost gritted his teeth and said, "San Lang, what do you want?" ”

San Lang said lightly: "The Turks have been defeated, I think we should take advantage of the victory to pursue them until they are all annihilated." ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

In this era when Confucianism and Taoism coexisted and Buddhism had just begun to flourish, the Han people in the Central Plains were still very disgusted with murder, especially those so-called literati who lived in a chic way all day long, and their ruthlessness was not as good as those concubines in the backyard. In their opinion, the Great Sui, who has to forgive and forgive people, especially the Great Sui, who is a "great country", why should he fight to the end with those barbarians? Now that the Turks have retreated, let them live.

Mu Fushu understands the mentality of these people very well, but unfortunately she is not a soft-hearted person. Those who have not been slapped in the face and made excuses for the other party, the famous clan that is comparable to jackals, if they are not beaten until they are convinced or perish, there will be endless troubles. After so many years of natural disasters and man-made disasters, Mu Fushu believes that there are still people who have the same idea as her, and cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is the foundation of breaking the old and establishing the new.

Sure enough, the King of Shu had not yet recovered from San Lang's answer, and Cui Chongyu had already spoken: "San Lang is right, I also think that it is right to take advantage of the victory to pursue and wipe out all the Turks on the grassland, and the Turks will only stop when they are wiped out." ”

Everyone was stunned by his words, and the King of Shu temporarily forgot about his unhappiness, and disagreed: "This time the Turkic vitality is greatly damaged, there will be no more war in ten years, what we should be worried about now is how to take Jiangning." ”

Mu Fushu smiled coldly, and slammed the teacup in his hand on several cases: "What does it mean that there will be no war within ten years?" And what about ten years from now? I didn't know that my uncle was so kind that he actually gave the Turks ten years to recuperate, and when they came to their senses, they would come back to kill our people and steal our food? Uncle, where are you standing? ”

The King of Shu never knew that this lady, who has always been gentle and generous, also had such a bitter and mean side, and she was powerless by her for a while.

San Lang nodded approvingly at Mu Fushu's aggressiveness: "Although I am young, I also know that the Turks have repeatedly disturbed the border since the death of Emperor Yang of Sui, and as long as there is a disturbance in the grassland, they will go to the border city to plunder, and the people are miserable. The grasslands are fertile and fruitful, and the drought of recent years has not affected them, so why do they make such great efforts to invade? It's just to see the internal and external troubles of the Great Sui, and want to grab more property for nothing. Their inaction has also fueled their arrogance. This time, they went down dozens of cities in just over a month, straight to Henan Road, if we didn't come quickly, presumably Hedong Road would soon fall into their hands. The Turks have always been ruthless, and they have been a big problem since the founding of the Sui Dynasty, so why can't we kill them all this time? After the grassland is included in the territory of China's Great Sui, the aborigines of Fusang and other places in North Korea can be immigrated over and asked them to raise horses and herd sheep. ”

Everyone was stunned by Saburo again. This time, even Cui Chongyu and Yang Weng were surprised, Cui Yuanqi smiled and nodded, and Wen Lao Langjun also agreed.

Who doesn't know that in recent decades, some self-proclaimed "orthodox" people in North Korea, Fusang, and other places have been eager to try their hand at the moth? Especially since the usurpation of the throne by the Wang family, North Korea's Fusang, including Tianzhu, no longer paid tribute, but clamored for self-reliance.

Mu Fushu and San Lang have decided to make an example of the chickens, and the fall of the Turks is imminent. R1152