Although the previous wars have been suppressed for many years, the remnants must not be clean.

They are like weed seeds, and they have nowhere to hide when they are beaten when they rise up in rebellion, so they are forced to fall from their mothers, fly and take root everywhere, and grow into inconspicuous rotten grass roots and wild bark.

But no one can say for sure how deep the obsession and how much hatred are hidden under the bark of these grass roots.

The urgency of this homeless riot is a great force of turmoil.

The number of displaced people is already amazing, and coupled with the young master's garrison in various places who are eating the imperial court but are on the verge of defection, just thinking about it is enough to give people a headache.

If you add the remnants of these traitors to take advantage of the fire to rob, I am afraid it will be even more difficult to clean up.

Seeing the fire burning their eyebrows, it stands to reason that they simply don't have the time to look ahead and backward like they do now, but they can't do this.

This year was a year of bad luck, the plague and the drought bred a large number of frightening numbers of displaced people, the emperor ordered the opening of the warehouse to release grain, grain and silver money flowing out of the palace, and then flowing into the pockets of officials at all levels.

Finally, after a few years of stable life, the treasury is only able to offset when it is full, and I am afraid that the search for intestines and stomachs can only scavenge for a team to go down.

In fact, he couldn't command these princes and generals to be relatives of the emperor, and he didn't dare to infer who the emperor should send south to suppress and who would stay in the royal city.

The human heart is the most unreliable thing, and who dares to decide which party to give the pitiful amount of food and grass to it?

What if the other side happened to have the intention of committing a rebellion, and wanted to turn around and bite the hand that had been diligently supplied to them?

In case he happened to have sand in his eyes and couldn't see people clearly, and the emperor happened to listen to his nonsense in a daze, he thought it was a strong man who broke his wrist, but it turned out to be self-defeating and cut meat to feed the tiger.

The flesh and blood body is still lacking in strength, how can the white bones of Sensen resist at that time, and who can pat their chests to guarantee that they can bear this responsibility?

The civil and military officials each have their own ghosts.

At this moment, a shrill and thin shout came from outside the door, "His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan has arrived-"

In an instant, everyone looked like a lost lamb looking for their way home, and they all turned their heads to look at the door.

Half of them looked at them with gratitude, like a displaced beggar who had found his long-lost biological father.

The other half frowned, and his facial features were distorted into a strangely ugly dragon claw chrysanthemum, but the next second he unleashed most of his outfit after seeing his outfit clearly.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan was wrapped in moonlight and silver, just looking at his expression, he was a rich boy who had just returned from a trip to the suburbs.

His posture was calm and calm, as if it was not him at all, who had just whipped up the horse and splashed sparks under the horse's hooves.

Chen Junshan followed behind him, standing just right in front of the main hall, and with a bang, the scabbard of the Xuantie long sword fell to the ground, and the same person stood as straight as he could.

The cold iron armor was already cold, and Chen Junshan's unsmiling appearance was even more terrifying.

The secretary of the military department didn't dare to raise his head, and he couldn't see the two crystal round blisters that came out of Chen Duwei's upright face, and only imagined him as that kind of fierce and vicious appearance before he could, and couldn't help but shiver again.

Entering the palace gate, Song Yuchen bent his knees without squinting, and quickly saluted, "Brother Huang is angry, the situation is now rising, there is a brother here, Brother Huang doesn't have to worry." Please take care of the dragon's body! ”

As soon as His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan spoke like this, the civil and military officials in the main hall who were originally silent seemed to have finally found an opportunity to speak, and knelt down one after another, like a large piece of reeds falling with the wind, and echoed, "Please take care of the dragon's body!" ”

"No need to be polite, get up and speak."

Seeing him come in, Song Yuxun's face finally eased a lot along with the civil and military officials.

Song Yuchen stood up after bowing again, and his face was dusty and disappeared in this worship.

He said, "The riot has started, there are already many displaced people, and the garrison has defected, and the anti-thieves are like a bamboo, if they continue to go north, it may endanger the stability of the royal city, and I ask the imperial brother to make a decision as soon as possible." ”

This is obviously a very obvious nonsense, everyone here has already thought of it, but somehow, after saying it from the mouth of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, it seems to have a different taste.

He neither wore court clothes, nor did he wear armor, and just standing in the center of the hall with such a long body and jade stood upright, he had the feeling of being a pillar of the pillar.

Mr. Zhang was standing in the crowd, anxiously calculating how to maximize the use of the pitifully empty treasury, simply put, how to make a bowl of rice from a grain plate, and break a copper plate into eighteen pieces to spend it.

The familiar cold voice came into his ears, and he looked at it from afar, and his heart moved slightly—the feeling of being in danger back then.

It's the feeling that the sky is falling and he doesn't have to worry.

The little chamberlain standing beside the emperor saw it clearly, and after His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan fell to the ground, the hand that the young man silently clenched his cuffs and quietly let go.

He exhaled silently, his body loosened slightly, and he seemed to wave his hand helplessly, "Okay, just say whatever you want, don't go around the bend with me." ”

Seeing that the emperor's tone when he said this gradually returned to his usual appearance, a few bold people below quietly lifted their eyelids and looked over.

It is true that what their prince said is not bad, but after all, he still didn't get to the point, if the thief is really premeditated, who will be the general, how to mobilize the army?

The ultimate goal of the rebellion is very obvious, their target must be the royal city, so if they hit the doorstep, and all the royal forest troops that can be used as cannon fodder are exhausted, what should they do next?

Song Yuchen stood as straight as a winter pine, his dark eyelashes did not rise and fall, and he was still quiet and waveless, as if thousands of troops and horses could freeze in his ancient well without waves, melt in that coldness, and scatter into boundless ashes.