Chapter 506: Prologue

December 29 of the ninth year of the Xuanli calendar.

The sky was terribly overcast, and light gray clouds shrouded the sky over Jinling City, but there was no wind, as if the place had been sealed.

On the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Yan Liangxue looked at the calm lake that looked a little dark, and his eyes narrowed slowly.

Now four days have passed since that night, and there are no red sleeves on the Qinhuai River, but Bian Rong'er's body is still in that inn.

She had been burned beyond recognition, and only the bracelet she wore on her wrist could identify her.

Many people died that night, but only one of the most damned people survived!

I think Tong Yan also died in this assassination.

Could it be that he is really as the people of Shangjing say, and he is really a person protected by God?

Yan Liangxue felt more and more that this was the will of heaven in the dark, otherwise he had encountered fatal things five times and three times, why was he safe and sound in the end?

Last night, I received a secret decree from my father, and the secret decree was very simple, that is, I wrote a sentence: "I am ...... Extremely disappointed! ”

It was like a hammer in his chest, and a secret report was made that the Eastern Frontier Army had regrouped and had a full 400 cannons in red coats.

Now there are a hundred red-coated cannons at the head of Daqiu City!

Yu Wentian sent 100,000 soldiers to advance these 300 red-clothed cannons to Jinyang Pass, the next important town of Yi Kingdom, in this ice and snow.

Yan Liangxue took a deep breath, if the army of Yu Guo defeated Jinyang Pass and crossed Jinyang Mountain, behind it would be an endless thousands of miles of Pingchuan and the largest granary of Yiguo - Wofengyuan!

At this point, the country of Yi has almost fallen to thirty percent of the country, and it is no wonder that the father is worried!

This damn Fu Xiaoguan, he received gold and silver, but he still doesn't say a word about negotiations!

At this moment, Yan Liangxue already understood that Fu Xiaoguan was playing him, but he had no choice.

His Majesty the Yu Dynasty did not see him, and now even the officials of the Ministry of Rites and even the Honglu Temple no longer saw him, so they threw him a word, and this negotiation matter was subject to the instructions of the junior officials.

The implication is naturally that this so-called junior official will talk about it when he remembers.

Could it be that his intention was to contain himself here, but let the eastern border army continue to advance eastward in order to occupy Wofengyuan?

He sighed, this kid is a wolf, but the Red Feather Legion, which Yi Country was once proud of, has no strength to fight in front of hundreds of red-clothed cannons.

Ming'er is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Looking back on the past, at this time, he was in the warm pavilion of the East Palace, accepting the tribute from his confidants and ministers.

But now, he is drinking the cold wind on the bank of the Qinhuai River!

All of this is due to the petty official Fu!

Yan Liangxue's eyes are as sharp as a knife, and when the palace returns to China, he will definitely let His Majesty revitalize the army and come back!

Not only do you want to recover the lost territory, but you also want to invade the Yu Dynasty and let Fu Xiaoguan come to see you!

If the father is unwilling...... Then the palace is about to do something!

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Just when Yan Liangxue began to plan revenge, Fu Xiaoguan was sitting in Tao Ran Pavilion.

Sitting opposite him was Father-in-law Jia, holding in his hand a secret message that Father-in-law Jia had just delivered.

After reading this secret report, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the low gray sky, "Look like this, but it will snow." ”

"No, I don't know if it's snowing in Guanyun City today."

Fu Xiaoguan retracted his gaze and looked at Father-in-law Jia, still worried between his eyebrows, "Zhou Tongtong...... In the face of the encirclement and suppression of 10,000 blood-clothed guards, can he survive? ”

"Your Highness doesn't need to worry, Zhou Tong is a mouse, he has been in charge of Tianji Pavilion for decades, but no one knows how many holes he has made in this world. What's more, in the territory of the Wu Dynasty, he is even more like a fish in water, where can the people of the bloody guards catch him. ”

"But after all, he has to go to Guanyun City, if I am that old witch, I only need to prepare a mousetrap in Guanyun City, and wait for him to jump in by himself."

Gonggong Jia pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Since the old witch has ascended the throne as the emperor and held hostage the important ministers of the court, it seems that she has everything in control, but in fact, she has nothing in control. You don't have to underestimate the two old foxes Zhuo Yixing and Nangong Yiyu, although the two of them were removed from their positions as the left and right ministers, they have been deeply involved in the Yu Dynasty for decades, and there are countless henchmen.

In addition, the old witch is not coming from the right place, and those henchmen of theirs will still look at them as their heads.

According to what the old slave thought, the old witch asked the military department Shangshu Qi people to transfer the northern garrison out of the Qishan corridor, this matter of grain and grass, but only the household department is clear, and now this delay plan must be from the hands of Nangong Yiyu. ”

Fu Xiaoguan lowered his head and thought for a while, "But this is not a way to drag on after all." ”

"The old slave thinks this is the best way."

"How?"

"As long as Zhou Tongtong brings ...... When Fu Daguan entered Guanyun City, the old witch didn't have the heart to raise troops again. The most important thing for her now is to seize her authority, which requires the replacement of almost all important ministers. This is not an easy task, and it will take her a lot of time.

And Fu Daguan is the elder brother of the former emperor and has the orthodox blood of the royal family, Zhou Tongtong has now spread the news that Fu Daguan personally went to Guanyun City, in order to make it impossible for the old witch to smoothly remove the courtiers. ”

Gonggong Jia paused, and said: "The Wu Dynasty is the world surnamed Wu, whether it is the people of Li or officials at all levels, what they are loyal to must be the bloodline of the Wu family, and the old witch is nothing, so the old slave thinks that the old witch's move is really helpless, and if she is in a hurry, then she will definitely fail." ”

Fu Xiaoguan nodded thoughtfully, but he was a little worried about the fat man's safety.

As for the matter between him and Wu Ling'er mentioned in this information, I will be your sister!

This must have been deliberately framed by the old witch, and she sat in that position with such a reason.

But what happened to Wu Ling'er now?

If she can stand up, she will still be Her Majesty the Empress of the Wu Dynasty, because the old witch also does not have the jade seal of the country in her hand.

"Ant colonies need to pay special attention to news in three directions."

"Your Highness, please speak."

"First, I need to know the movements of the western border army of the Yu Dynasty in time."

"Second, since the monarch of the desolate country has integrated the forces of the Eight Banners and gathered an army of 400,000, the meaning is self-evident, I want to know the plan of the desolate country and the movements of the desolate army."

"Third...... It is best if the northern garrison of the Wu Dynasty cannot leave Qishan, but if the situation is unfavorable, it is necessary to delay their departure from Qishan until late January next year. ”

Father-in-law Jia got up and bowed, "The old slave knows, so he will retire." ”

He walked out, and he actually had a secret report in his hand, and he didn't give this secret report to Fu Xiaoguan, because the secret report said...... It has been confirmed that Her Majesty the Empress has been pregnant for nearly seven months.