With Ni Wenjun's strong support, Xu Shouhui can't wait to ascend to the throne. Zou Pusheng knew that it would be futile to persuade again, and it was easy to arouse Xu Shouhui's disgust, so he could only try his best to help him prepare for the necessary matters.

I have to say that Zou Pusheng, as a disciple carefully cultivated by Peng Yingyu, does have the talent to govern the country, but it took more than ten days to draw up the approximate itinerary.

The foundation of the country lies in the establishment of the capital, and the location of the capital city completely responded to Peng Yingyu's earlier suggestion and was selected in Qishui County, which is a key place for water and land.

Because the decision to claim the title of emperor was too hasty, and the capital was chosen in Qishui, which was not very rich, various festivals and ceremonies could only be held in a temple with strong incense.

Although the process is simple and everything is simple, Xu Shouhui is enjoying it. From the time Zou Pusheng read out the name of "Zhiping" on his behalf, the Southern Red Turban Army turned into the Tianwan regime, and completely broke off from the Northern Red Turban Army led by Liu Futong and Du Zundao.

The Tianwan regime set up military and political institutions such as the Marshal's Office of the United Army, Liantai Province, the Privy Council, and the Six Ministries in a decent manner, but in fact it was only to increase the momentum, for example, the newly established "Liantai Province" was to continue to stabilize the power of the White Lotus Sect and the title of "Zhongshu Province" was changed.

Xu Shouhui became a great treasure, and naturally he inevitably rewarded the people who assisted him. Zou Pusheng and Ni Wenjun were respectively awarded the title of Grand Master and Marshal of the Army for their meritorious service, and several disciples of the backbone of the White Lotus Sect, such as Peng Yingyu, were also awarded various official positions.

Although Xu Shouhui was extremely dissatisfied with Peng Yingyu, who did not show up, in order to reflect his benevolent appearance, he still appointed Peng Yingyu as the national teacher to take charge of all the affairs of Liantai Province, but Zou Pusheng was in charge during his illness.

At this time, the slogan of "destroying the rich and helping the poor" issued by Xu Shouhui also played a huge role, after all, ordinary people and soldiers could not see these open and secret battles behind their backs. After Xu Shouhui became the emperor, he would not only open a warehouse to release grain, but also exempt them from paying taxes, which was already a good thing for them to wake up with a smile in their dreams.

Peng Yingyu only sighed lightly after receiving the news that Xu Shouhui was proclaimed emperor, and did not say much, but the situation around her, who had always been indifferent to these things, made a fuss.

He Xu Shouhui didn't want to think about how he changed from a small cloth seller to this Tianwan Emperor wearing a crown? Now that you don't have him, you dare to make such a rash decision! ”

Since the estrangement with Xu Shouhui, Peng Yingyu, who is physically and mentally exhausted, can no longer hide her old age, her original ruddy complexion has dimmed to the point of not being good, and after listening to the complaints of her lover, she forced herself to hold up her spirit and said: "Shut up!" ”

It was rare for him to make a temperament, and after sneering, he continued: "I think that when he wanted to rely on you, he could withstand the scorching sun and wait respectfully at the mountain gate for a few hours, pretending to be thirsty for talent. But now it's good, after using the manpower and prestige you have accumulated for many years, he will ruthlessly throw you aside and become the emperor himself, what a white-eyed wolf that can't be fed! ”

"Your Majesty in the future," Peng Yingyu reminded again.

After shouting, although his anger decreased slightly, he still muttered about his dissatisfaction with Xu Shouhui.

"You think the official position he gave you is a little smaller, right?" Peng Yingyu suddenly put away her solemn appearance and laughed.

"Yes, when the senior brother was the emperor, he also made me a prince, but this time he only mixed up the false title of the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, presumably next time I can only do the county order." Guo Putian knew that the master was comforting himself in a different way, so he quickly pretended to be the usual hippie smiling face.

"Next time...... Most of the time, there is no next time! Peng Yingyu whispered.

"Yes, yes, there is no next time!" Guo Putian realized that he had said the wrong thing, and pulled out the master's sorrow again, and hurriedly comforted: "Although this Xu Shouhui is wolf-hearted, his ability to pretend to be really unpickable, and the people of the two states now regard him as a benevolent and virtuous king." Thinking about it this way, although the matter of becoming the emperor was hasty and reckless, it also had some benefits, at least it was not preempted by Liu Futong and them. ”

"Do you really think I'm dying? They all started to make fun of me. Peng Yingyu shook her head and smiled bitterly.

Guo Putian laughed, approached Peng Yingyu to take off his shoes and socks for him, and sat down in front of the couch to knead his legs and feet for him after serving him to lie down.

After Peng Yingyu lay down, she wanted to chat with her apprentice again, but she was helplessly old, and a slight snoring sounded not long after the sleepiness came up.

Seeing that the master was asleep, Guo Pucai dared to put the melancholy in his heart on his face and retreated lightly.

The sunset outside the house is like fire, dyeing half of the sky red, and together they put on a blood-colored Luo skirt for the rippling Chaohu Lake, revealing the clarity and dazzling like a young girl.

Guo Putian first strolled for a while, and then found a relatively clean open space and sat down cross-legged, quietly watching the dazzling golden crow gradually be overgrown by the lake, and quietly disappear into the night that was about to come out.

As if realizing that he had gone a little farther, he eagerly got up and ran back, and did not let go of his uneasiness until he heard Master's familiar snoring again.

The sun always rises day after day, but people always come to the end of their lives. Because of this, Guo Putian has been almost inseparable from Peng Yingyu for two months, because he is too worried that his mentor will suddenly lose his support and disappear into his world one day.

Perhaps tired of thinking, Guo Putian sat at the door and fell asleep after a while. Although he had fallen asleep, he still held the letter from his junior brother Zou Pusheng tightly in his hand, and continued to think about whether there was a better way to share his master's worries in his sleep.

Because she didn't sleep well enough, Peng Yingyu woke up after a while, sat up with some difficulty, put on her shoes and socks, and tiptoed out.

Looking at the apprentice who was sleeping on the ground by the door, Peng Yingyu showed a fatherly smile. Amitabha! How many times have we left our master and apprentice, and how many times have we sent people to the fence? Fortunately, with the blessing of the Buddha, I can survive to this day.

Although the great cause has not been accomplished now, the decline of the Yuan Court has become more and more obvious, Liu Futong, Xu Shouhui, Fang Guozhen, with these names appearing one by one, presumably the real Ming Lord should also be born.

It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time! If you can give me another ten years, Rao is true destiny will not come out, and I will definitely be able to re-cultivate a ruler who overthrows this turbid bullshit Yuan Court!

Unwillingness, remorse, sadness, when all kinds of looks flashed on Peng Yingyu's face, a mouthful of blood that had been accumulated for a long time finally couldn't help coughing it out and spit on his hand......