Mao Gui's troops of the East Route Army reached Jizhou, although this army was only a partial division under Mao Gui's account, but when this matter reached the ears of the red scarves of the northern Zhulu of He, the hundreds of thousands of red turban troops in the northern regions of the river could not help but be greatly boosted by this.

They never imagined that a few months ago, they would lead the army north on the orders of Liu Futong, the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, and the victory that was originally out of reach would become within reach so quickly.

The destiny of the Yuan Meng Tartars has been exhausted, and the righteous army will directly smash the Yellow Dragon in this dynasty!

The hundreds of thousands of rebels in the land north of the river are full of such voices.

Under such circumstances, Liu Futong couldn't help but immediately send an order in July this year, Mr. Guan, Potou Pan, Uncle Feng, Sha Liu and other generals who went north from the lord Lu's army to the north, and ordered them to cross Taihang from the west of the mountain to the east to attack Dadu, so as to respond to the soldiers and horses in the east of the mountain led by Mao Gui.

In this way, in the vast land of North China, hundreds of thousands of Red Turban troops on the East Road and the Middle Road couldn't help but vigorously kill towards Fangxi, the capital of the Yuanmeng Empire, like two unstoppable waves of red flames.

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In the seventeenth year of the year, the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth month of winter. On this day, just after the New Year, close to Chinese New Year's Eve, it was a day of lively and joyful celebration, but in the mansion of Lu Sicheng, the minister of Dachu today, it was a mourning.

"Ahem, Wu'er, the king... Can it be reached? ”

In the back house, on the sickbed, he has been lying on the hospital bed for more than half a year, and Lu Sicheng, the prime minister of Dachu, who was originally very great, couldn't help but have scattered hair and describe it as withered at this time.

Seeing his father like this, the eldest son Lu Yan, who had been guarding the sickbed, couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, held his father's hand, and said in a choked voice: "Father, the king will be there soon, he will be there soon." ”

"Okay, okay." Hearing this, Lu Sicheng gasped hard, closed his eyes, and waited silently.

"Lu Qing, Lu Qing!" Finally, after getting the news, Zhang Shihua, who hurriedly arrived in the king's car, finally arrived at this time.

"Lu Qing, Lu Qing. How so, how so. Seeing Lu Sicheng's appearance, Zhang Shihua, who knew that he was already weak, couldn't help but choke up a little in his voice.

Although they have known each other for a long time, it is not very long. But for the Great Chu regime, Lu Sicheng, as the prime minister, did play a vital role. If it weren't for him, the great master who had served as the prince of the Yuan court, it would definitely not be so easy for Dachu to recover Huguang.

Thinking of the help played by Lu Sicheng, and then looking at him who was about to drive to the west on the sickbed, how could Zhang Shihua not be sad in his heart.

But at this time, compared with the grief of Zhang Shihua and his nephews on the side of the bed, after hearing Zhang Shihua's voice, Lu Sicheng, who was already running out of oil, seemed much more energetic at this time.

"The King." He shook Zhang Shihua's hand, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are really human nature, and the king doesn't have to be sad for the old minister." ”

"Lu Qing, don't say that. Qingji people are in heaven, this time there will be nothing to do, there will be nothing to do! Holding Lu Sicheng's hand, Zhang Shihua felt more and more sad. Birth, old age, sickness and death, although it is normal for human beings, but there are few people in this world who can see through this.

But over there, Lu Sicheng, who knew that he had no time, ignored Zhang Shihua's words of comfort at this time, but held Zhang Shihua's hand tightly and said: "King, king, listen to the old minister." Nowadays, the world is in chaos, from Liaoyang in the north to the South China Sea in the south.

The official law is abusive, and the criminal law is heavy; People eat people, money buys money. Born in this world, it is really in dire straits. So, my lord, this world must be ended! At the beginning, the king led the army to break through Jiangxia, and succeeded without indulging in pleasure; On the execution ground, you also wanted to kill the old minister but did not kill him.

You are martial and wise, and you know how to lead the army to govern the people, not to mention, it is even more rare to be able to "temperate". Therefore, from that time on, the old minister saw that the king not only had the ambition to unify the world, but also had the means to realize the great ambition in his heart.

I thought that when the old minister was under the king's account, he would be able to see the king rule the world with his own eyes, but he didn't think that the day would not be a holiday. ”

"Father ......" Hearing this, Lu Yan, the eldest son in the house, couldn't help choking again.

But Lu Sicheng still ignored him, but held Zhang Shihua's hand and continued: "Throughout the ages, if you want to achieve great things, you can't do without the help of talents. Although the king respects the old ministers as the prime minister, but when it comes to governing the country, the old ministers are only the ears of the people.

Hu [] Nan Liu Sanwu, Jiang [] Xi Luo Furen and others, although they have not been out of the world for the time being, but these people are all first-class talents in the world. Now, although the king's deeds have been established, the minister hopes that the king will never be complacent because of this, so as to lose the heart of the corporal Lixian. ”

"Lu Qingfangxin, this king knows, this king knows. The king then issued an edict to recruit these virtuous people to come to Gangneung as officials, and he would not let the countryside leave sages. ”

"Well, it is good for the king to have this heart, pay homage to the Magi, and stay away from the villain. In the long run, the world will surely be unified again, and this poor world will be put to an end......"

"Lu Qing, Lu Qing!" Holding the palm in his hand that gradually became stiff and cold, Zhang Shihua, who had never been happy or angry on his face, couldn't help but cry at this time.

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In the eighteenth year, the tenth day of the first month. On this day, Lu Sicheng's death in Jiangling City has been completely dull.

Although he himself is the prime minister of Da Chu, after all, he has been unable to serve more than half a year ago. Therefore, his death, in addition to adding some topics of conversation to the people of Gangneung, who are preparing for a lively New Year, did not set off too much turmoil.

Of course, at this time, the talents he recommended to Zhang Shihua before his death were all recruited by Zhang Shihua to Jiangling and given official positions in response.

Therefore, Lu Sicheng's wisdom was able to be widely spread among the scholars under the rule of Da Chu, so that these days, there is an endless stream of scholars who come from all over the world to pay tribute to Lu Sicheng.

However, in the end, it is the Chinese New Year, so the joyful atmosphere in the city is still the mainstream.

This point, especially in the west of the Yangtze River, has been strengthened by the frequent good news in these days.

But at this time, the people in Gangneung City didn't know. At this time, not only the war on the west side of the Yangtze River was smooth sailing, but even in the north of the Yellow River, thousands of miles away, the war of the Red Turban Army was also smooth sailing.

So somehow, on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the day he got the news from the north, Zhang Shihua couldn't help but suddenly become a little troubled.

Obviously he already knew the original result in history, and the war on the west side of the river could also be said to be smooth sailing, but for some reason, he always couldn't let go after the Chinese New Year.

After all, although he was recognized as his throne by King Xiao Ming, he was the lord of a country.

But nominally, he Zhang Shihua was a member of the Red Turban Army after all, and a courtier of Han Lin'er, Emperor Longfeng of the Great Song Dynasty.

Therefore, if Liu Futong succeeded in this year, the Northern Expedition really captured the capital of the Yuan Dynasty. Then it is not difficult to imagine that under such an earth-shattering power, the Yuan court forces in all parts of North China must be decided.

At that time, Liu Futong's power will surpass him in one fell swoop. And at that time, Zhang Shihua will definitely not be able to maintain today's detachment.

In his heart, Zhang Shihua did not hope that the Northern Expedition set off by Liu Futong would be successful. But in this war, Zhang Shihua couldn't intervene at all.

Therefore, under the gains and losses in his heart, Zhang Shihua couldn't help but come to Zhao Ziyu's house on this day.

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"Ziyu, you say, can Liu Futong and Mao Gui conquer the capital?" In Zhao Ziyu's house, after chatting with Zhao Ziyu for a while, looking at this strategist who was about to be promoted to the prime minister of Great Chu, Zhang Shihua finally couldn't help but ask him what he thought.

However, in the face of Zhang Shihua's serious question, Zhao Ziyu on the other side couldn't help but ask Zhang Shihua after being silent for a while: "King, is this important?" ”

"Huh?"

"Great king, the great king now owns thousands of miles of land, and there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers under his tent. With an order, countless heroes and heroes in the three provinces can die for the king. In this way, even if something amazing happens to the north, what can it be?

Now that the king has fledgled his wings, he is like a bird soaring above the nine heavens. Ride the wind and soar, who can stop it! As he spoke, Zhao Ziyu paused. Looking at Zhang Shihua, who was a little stunned, he couldn't help but say again: "The affairs of the northern country are beyond the reach of the whip, and it is beyond our control."

But in terms of taking 10,000 steps back, even if most of the Yuan court fell, Liu Futong swept through the northern country. But at that time, the king, you also sat on the land of the three provinces of the southern kingdom, didn't you? In the land of the three provinces, tens of millions of people respect the king's dispatch, even if Liu Futong sweeps the northern country, what can he do?

Besides, the northern red scarf is not his Liu Futong's words. Lianghuai, Zhao Junyong, Shan, and Dongmaogui are all princes of the northern country. Liu Futong can't even take them, coveting the king, isn't it self-defeating!

Therefore, in the eyes of the minister, the affairs of the northern kingdom really do not need to worry about the king. Recruiting talents, pacifying the place, entering Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the east, and pacifying the south as the lord of the south are the king's top priorities at this time! ”

"Good, great good. Ziyu's words, it really makes this king feel empowered! Hey, these days' affairs really make my mind cluttered. Zhao Wei and they are still fighting in the west of the Yangtze River, but this king has begun to suffer from gains and losses. ”

When he laughed at himself, Zhang Shihua, who had figured everything out, couldn't help but become relaxed.

In this way, Zhang Shihua simply asked people to take arrows and pots, and played a game of pitching pots with Zhao Ziyu in Zhao Ziyu's house, and had meals at Zhao Ziyu's house, and returned to the palace late at night.

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In the eighteenth year of the year, on the twentieth day of the first month.

The lively and joyful Lantern Festival has passed, and the New Year is over. With hundreds of thousands of people living in Gangneung Fortress, everything is back on track.

However, as time goes by, the children who used to babble gradually begin to become naughty.

"Oh, don't run away, dog, don't run away, watch His Highness cut off your head with a sword!" In a partial courtyard of the Great Chu Palace, he was born in the thirteenth year of Zhizheng, and at this time the five-year-old son of Great Chu "Zhang Xi" has also reached the age of lively and playful.

A young boy at this age, no matter how born or educated, often has a dream of being a general on the field. At this time, looking at this little son of Da Chu, it is obvious that he is no exception.

The only exception is that even if an ignorant child is messing around, in this palace, there are a large number of people who are willing to accompany this noble little highness to mess around.

No, at this time, this little guy with a wooden sword in his hand and pretending to be a general who commanded thousands of armies and horses was chasing a eunuch who dressed himself as a Tartar and ran around the courtyard.

"Oh, dog Tartar, don't die yet!" It took a lot of effort, and finally caught up with the little eunuch in front of him who was crawling all over the yard by his own rotten belt. Therefore, this little highness who wanted to kill the enemy couldn't help but hold the wooden sword in his hand, and hurriedly stabbed the little eunuch twice.

"Ah!!h The little eunuch lying on the low mountain also cooperated, and hurriedly let out a miserable scream.

When the palace maids and servants around saw this, they naturally became super champions, praising the bravery of this "general" for their lives.

"Haha, okay, okay. Don't pretend to be dead, get me up from the ground clean. Xiao Dezi, you are really getting more and more stupid, you are simply vulnerable! He casually threw the wooden sword in his hand to a slave who was waiting on the side, and then laughed and scolded the little eunuch who was lying on the ground and pretended to be dead.

"Hey, I don't know when Brother Yu'er's illness will be cured, if he can come and play together, it would be great." Eating snacks, the little guy still couldn't help but think of his little playmate. That is, his cousin, who is one year older than himself, Guo Yu's eldest son, Guo Yu.

But just when he felt a little bored because he didn't have a playmate, a familiar shout suddenly came from outside the door, "The king has arrived, the mother has arrived!! ”

"Yes, father and mother. Hehe, great, father and mother came later. Hurry up, go with His Royal Highness to pick up my father and mother. After eating the pastry in his hand, Zhang Xi, who was still a little frustrated as a little playmate, was suddenly elated again.

Therefore, with a burst of chickens and dogs, the palace people who packed up the "toys" for their little highness couldn't help but hug the little highness and hurriedly came to the palace gate.

"Meet the king, Niangniang, Chitose, Chitose, Chitose!!"

"Father, mother!" Seeing his parents outside the palace gate, the happy little Zhang Xi ignored the palace people in his palace, but trotted all the way towards his parents, who were rarely able to accompany him.

But when he was about to run to his parents, he reacted violently, and he couldn't help but put away his playful appearance, and bowed to his parents very seriously.