Bianliang, the Imperial Palace, the Privy Council.

Song Jiuzhong personally drove to Yangzhou, but the great task of staying in Tokyo was entrusted to Wu Yanzuo.

After three resignations, Wu Yanzuo had no choice but to reluctantly make it difficult.

Because he knows very well that he is a disguise, and his deputy, Song Jiong, is the real stay.

Song Jiong is gnawing on the fire, and Wu Tingzuo is drinking tea.

"The imperial kitchen in this palace, according to a certain person, should be assigned to fill the army, and he dared to use this hard thing to enter the queen mother, alas, the queen mother thought it was happy, uh, it was too hard, uh......"

The corners of Wu Yanzuo's mouth pulled out a sneer, back then, the first emperor had a lot of opportunities, often had a regular meal and did not eat, only roasted naan fire, thinking that it was convenient, holding a pen with his right hand and eating with his left hand, but he often forgot about the left and right, and sometimes stuffed the brush into his mouth, that was the appearance of the Ming Jun.

Your mother has been diligent and thrifty all her life, and she is reluctant to lose the candied fruit, but the savings she has saved have been let you spend it vigorously, and she is young, but she still picks and chooses, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, Wu is ashamed of being in the company.

The news of Da Lang's uprising with Cao Bin was known to the court and him, and he also wrote a recital to ask for guilt, and the court naturally comforted him, saying that the father is the father and the son is the son, these are all false stories. It's like the Manchu Dynasty didn't choose anyone, and forced the left-behind seal into his own hands, whether he was willing or not, he had to be the door god.

Song Jiong's guards came in from outside, leaned over and whispered to Song Jiong, Song Jiong snorted, burned most of the fire in his hand on the table, and sneered: "There are strange things every year, especially this year, when did this political hall become a vegetable garden, come if you want, leave if you want?" ”

Wu Yanzuo smiled: "I don't know which minister is sick?" ”

"Hmph, who else, it's not Wei Heizi, Wei Zheng has a black face and a black heart, he's good, even his heart is black."

Wu Yanzuo was silent, the three phases of the political affairs hall, the dissatisfaction and resentment were often overflowing, and it was even more normal for them to fall ill twice in three days, and it was really difficult for them.

"Alas, the official family is really a benevolent and virtuous gentleman, prepare the horse, I have to go and see his old man."

Benevolence, heh!

In the political hall, Fan Zhen and Wang Pu sat opposite each other, but they were silent.

After a long time, Wang Pucai said astringently: "Daoji's step, the step is a bit big, contact the courtiers, but the matter is not secret, this is the way to achieve things, and it is clear that the trip to cause trouble." ”

"The steps are not big, they are all steps, but it's a pity that he is not a person."

"You mean Xiang Xingming?"

"Mourning is greater than heart death, he doesn't even care about Da Lang's marriage, will he take care of other idle things, he mixes flowers every day, Rao is an iron-blooded general, and he has become soft. As for the sorrow of Daoji, it is not in external forces, but in the difference between father and son, how can it be done......"

"Huh?! This...... This ......"

Fan Zhen smiled bitterly: "Justice and fairness will eventually defeat glory and wealth, it's just that, the old man feels that his time is short, so he can only go to Jiuquan to ask the first emperor for guilt, you can bear with it." ”

“……”

Wang Pu remembered that not long ago, Wang Yansheng broke into his house late at night and arrogantly begged for wine, and couldn't help but sigh.

Useless is a scholar.

When the martial arts are in power, what if you are the ruler.

was forced to be bullied by a military man with a sword......

Shame!

"But Zhen can write to you?"

Wang Pu shook his head, and when he saw Fan Zhen's face was silent, he asked, "Why, haven't you received his letter either?" ”

"It's been half a year, and I only received that roar in the Qingming season, and since then there has been no word, we ...... To his disappointment. ”

Fan Zhen's so-called disappointment, Wang Pu knows it, and his selfishness has made a big mistake, but how can there be regret medicine in the world.

But always living in guilt and regret, after all, it is not a thing, Wang Pu thought about it, and simply broke this abscess: "I heard that Wang Chengxiang is now in charge of Xichuan civil affairs, not only persuading agriculture to rejuvenate mulberry, digging and repairing water conservancy, but also opening up so-called economic development zones in Shu, Mei and other prefectures, and his busy feet do not touch the ground, and he is no longer drunk." ”

"He really wants to do things, he still has real talent and real learning, but one thing is not good, his eyes are above the top, not to mention, and he is full of books, but when you say this, the old man is puzzled, how can Qin Qingyun make Weizhen and Chengxiang willing?"

"It's not good to say this, but no matter what, he is one of the few people who directly refuses the edict, and he is even more simply than Li Yisheng, maybe because he is young and vigorous and justice still exists."

"Alas...... What is the use of martial arts alone, that one, with only two edicts, put him to death. ”

“…… Let's hope for the auspicious celestial phenomena. ”

Wang Pu stopped talking, got up and lifted the kettle, and made tea, but he was absent-minded, and the tea overflowed all over the table.

……

The auspicious celestial phenomenon is Qi Sanduo, and it is worthy of Mu Yun's praise as a blessed general.

The Wuding army pressed the city, thinking that it would be a difficult defensive battle, but when the city head used the new weapon invented by Qi Sanduo, fear spread among the enemy army, and everyone was afraid to move forward.

In the morning, there was still a battlement in close combat, but in the afternoon, there was not even a moat, even if there was a steel sword behind him.

It's really that the weapons at the head of the city are too treacherous.

Other people's gold juice is used for pouring, and here the gold juice is fried in the air.

Qi Sanduo, like Jia Yin, was afraid of smell and disgusting, so he thought of a way, but it was much more advanced than Jia Yin's stove with wheels.

The method is simpler, use the wine jar to fill the gold juice, seal it, and then simmer in the fire, and set up several tripod long rocker arms, when you want to use it, the lasso on the rocker arm covers the wine jar, and is hoisted high above the city, and then hit hard with the slapstick, the jar is broken, and the gold juice splashes everywhere......

That effect, the artillery arrow array was simply weak before this rain of golden juice.

However, Han Zhen is not a vegetarian, and when he saw that his soldiers had suffered a big loss, he immediately asked people to collect grain mats, build a simple roof, and let the soldiers rush to the city.

It's a pity that the top of this canopy can cover the golden juice, but the effect of the cannon is magnified, and when the cannon falls, the armor soldiers under the canopy are all short, and when these unlucky guys hurriedly get up from under the canopy, the sky is dark, and the golden juice falls down.

Heart-rending screams came and went.

In fact, gold juice can't kill people, and it's a matter of the future to kill people.

But if you are hit, it is far more painful than a knife wound or an arrow wound, and the wound will become more and more festering, pus is flowing sideways, hideous and terrifying, plus bad luck, so everyone is afraid of it like a tiger.

Qi Sanduo carried a mace, walking in the city, thinking that when he went back, he would have to show off to Huzi.

……

Jia Yin was roaring and swinging his sword.

One step at a time.

As soon as the arrow sounded in Xicheng, his heart was pinched, and he handed over the defense of Dongcheng to Li Danqi and Zhao Shanbao, and he took thirty people down the city and galloped wildly.

One step miscalculated, one step step miscalculated.

The southern city was almost lost, and the western city was broken again, and no one thought that the state soldiers who seemed to come to fill the city became the main force of the siege.

The spear can only use one hand to deal with the enemy, but it is more parrying and less attacking, if it weren't for Zhao Lei, who was also injured but in a better condition than him, worked closely with him and fought hard, he would have to give up his life today.

Jiayin Tiger roared and joined the battle group, rose up with twelve points of martial bravery, swords and swords, and Tang Shi, who was in charge of the street ban, led nearly 200 people to kill, which reluctantly forced the Song army off the city again.

Hua Gun sat down in the blood plasma, panting heavily, and it took a while to recover his strength, and he said angrily: "That Li Hongyi became a thief when he was old, and the first ones who rushed were all new soldiers, and there was no armor on his body. His wife, the carnivores, are all some dead bastards who don't take human life as their fate, where is the siege of the city, it is clearly to train the army with blood. ”

Jia Yin stood with his sword, looked at the slowly retreating Song army, looked at the corpses everywhere and the bloody city, the anger in his chest was rushing vertically and horizontally, the green tendons around his neck were as thick as a sword, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar:

"Kill ......"