"The ships of Ingilia have sailed to the sands of South India, where patches of poppy fruit are juiced and boiled into opium. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Then along the coastline of South India directly to the extreme south of our Great Zheng Dynasty, as soon as the trade agreement is reached, countless opium will pour into Huguang, Fujian and Jiangxi with the name of Fushou ointment.

The opium smoke is filled with the ironclad warships of Ingillia!

In addition to boxes of opium, the ship was almost stuffed with all kinds of ammunition, and as soon as a trade agreement failed, Ingillia would replace the negotiations with cannonballs and open the southern gate of Da Zheng, you know? ”

Wu Xian stated word by word, although he was not full of qi, and his words were a little hoarse.

However, every word that seemed to be about to be cut off was like a dagger, stabbing deeply into the heart of Emperor Zhengde.

Many of these situations were inferred by Wu Xian from Lina's words, which may be a bit alarmist, but Wu Xian just hoped that Emperor Zhengde would be nervous.

This big empire has been too peaceful for too long, so long that people want to be comfortable, and they don't want their lives, they want to be comfortable.

The tragedy of history must not be repeated here, although Wu Xian only has the power of the horseman, but the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the horseman, and if the martial artist can do it ten, he will definitely not be discounted.

There is a weak but firm and abnormal staring at Emperor Zhengde's eyes that are a little shocked and a little puzzled, Wu Xian is waiting, waiting for this king of a country to come to his senses, maybe, it's not too late!

"Is there any evidence for what you said?" Emperor Zhengde pondered for a long time and asked solemnly.

Shaking his head, Wu Xian smiled, the proud Emperor Zhengde still refused to give in easily, but what could he do?

The whole world belongs to his old Li family, Da Zheng is his private property, and Wu Xian has no right to speak, unless......

"No, but, I've seen Ingillia leaking bloody fangs, Your Majesty, you can go and verify it, is this fangs coming towards Da Zheng's toes?

As long as he succeeds once, he will eat away like a maggot on the tarsal bone, until Dazheng's country is in tatters, until Dazheng's society is ruined.

The other beam-jumping clowns, like sharks that smell blood, are ready to join in at any time and tear my great rivers and mountains to pieces, mercilessly divide ......"

Wu Xian felt a little tired, out of breath, as if he would die at any time, such a state made people feel like a hero in the twilight.

"Alarmist, little barbarian, how can you dare to offend my Celestial Empire? Even if they dare, the unity of the army and the people of my Dazheng is definitely not something that their small fanbang can shake, who will make such a suicide plan, who will? Emperor Zhengde shouted.

Although it looked like a thunderstorm, Wu Xian clearly only heard the conceit of cowardice and fear.

After shouting, Emperor Zhengde was out of breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, Wu Xian ignored it, dug his nostrils, and said:

"These are just a possibility that I have deduced from the words in Miss Lina's mouth, Your Majesty, the Thirteen Princes have sent someone to Huguang, Fujian and Jiangxi to verify with the Indian Fanbang, even if my inference is wrong.

But are you really ready to ignore Ingilia's ill intentions? Da Zheng's military strength really makes you so confident?

Oh, Da Zheng has been closed for too long, it's time to open your eyes to the world, you ......

You are destined to be written in the annals of history for future generations to admire, or you may ......"

Wu Xian didn't finish speaking, but Emperor Zhengde understood that Wu Xian didn't dare to say such a big rebellion, but he just felt that it didn't make much sense to say it or not.

"You ......" Emperor Zhengde was speechless, raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed at Wuxian with wide eyes.

Wu Xian ignored it, his eyelids had been fighting for a long time, and the thick sense of sleepiness made him feel that he needed to rest.

"Your Majesty. The grass people have retired, the thirteen princes, the grass people have stepped back first, and the rest, you can come on! ”

After Wu Xian finished speaking, he didn't wait for Emperor Zhengde's approval, he fell asleep, and Emperor Zhengde listened to Wu Xian's soft snoring, and sat on the golden dragon chair, looking like dementia.

I don't know how long it took before I came back to my senses in the soft shouts of the Thirteen Princes, and suddenly found that I was in a cold sweat.

"Kunshuo, your people, how long have you been out?" Emperor Zhengde asked.

"Departing the day before yesterday, 800 miles is urgent, I believe that within this month, there should be news back." The Thirteenth Prince said.

"Well, you go to your ninth uncle, he has my Da Zheng's secret intelligence network, I believe, he will send back the news faster than your people." Emperor Zhengde said with palpitations.

The heart of the thirteen princes can't be calm for a long time, this is the ultimate secret of Da Zheng Guojun, Emperor Zhengde can tell him, that means......

"Father, you should rest early, you are too tired today, take care of the dragon body!" The Thirteen Princes bowed and said.

"Stand down, I want to be quiet." Emperor Zhengde leaned on the dragon chair, rubbed his temples, felt the clammy cold brought by the cold sweat on his back, and sighed faintly.

"Yes, Father!" The Thirteen Princes retired.

As soon as he walked to the main gate of the Zhaode Palace, the thirteen princes suddenly heard Emperor Zhengde ask: "Wuxian, Wuxian, who ......are you?"

The latter words, maybe the thirteen princes didn't hear it, maybe the Zhengde Emperor didn't say it at all, the thirteen princes looked at the Zhengde Emperor who bowed his head and was speechless, pushed the door and walked out.

The wind in the middle of the night always makes people feel cold to the bone, and in this early autumn season, it is even more cold to the bone marrow.

Autumn is here, will winter be far away?

Wu Xian felt that this time was really a big deal, he thought that the first few times in Suzhou, whether it was Gu venom or snake venom, he didn't do anything to himself, and at the same time, he also thought that it must be because he was a traverser, so there was something unusual about him.

Under the psychological effect of luck, the consequences of testing the poison by himself were underestimated, but he didn't expect this Fushou paste to be so stubborn and have such a great impact on his body.

Ji Chen, Wu Chen, and Gao Zhun, after receiving Emperor Zhengde's dictation, were worried that Wu Xian would have something, so they didn't dare to leave too far, and they were waiting not far outside the Zhaode Palace.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xian came out unharmed, well, as if he couldn't say that he was safe and sound, he fell asleep, and the whole thing was carried out by a chair.

"Thirteenth Master, my son, what is ......" Wu Chen hurriedly asked.

"I'm too tired, and I'm also tortured by Fushou ointment, alas, ......" The Thirteenth Prince sighed.

What did he say to the emperor later? Didn't provoke the wrath of the thunder, did you? "Gao Zhun is also very concerned about this, if the emperor is really popular, no one can make it easy!

"Alas......" the Thirteenth Prince sighed again.

"Don't ask, the Thirteen Princes are also under a lot of pressure now, right? Let's go back and talk slowly. Ji Chen is one of the insiders, but he doesn't dare to talk nonsense about such an important matter.

"Well, go to me!" The thirteen princes proposed, and the three ministers naturally agreed.

"Can I go with you?" A voice made the four of them stunned and turned their heads. (To be continued.) )