To a certain extent, the civil and military officials present here did not trust this highness very much, not that they did not trust him to win or lose this battle of rehabilitation.

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan is famous in the four realms, and they know it in their hearts, and they can't afford to be suspicious in that direction.

As long as he wants to win, he will win. But by then, the war had been won, and the cold iron sword in his hand must have been dripping with blood.

Everyone said that the Xuanjia Battalion was cold-blooded and terrifying, not only because of its powerful combat power that made the scalp tingle, but also because of its ruthlessness and heartlessness to kill people without blinking.

As long as he puts on that cold and hard black iron armor, his flesh and blood body will become a powerful puppet that is invincible.

Therefore, the Xuanjia camp is called the sharp weapon of the country, and once such a sharp weapon is unsheathed, it must be in troubled times, and blood will be seen when it is unsheathed. The battlefield is a real battle between flesh and cold weapons.

At that moment, can he still maintain such a calm and calm posture in front of him?

Among the bold few people happen to be the Ministry of Justice.

Thinking like this, he was a little selfless for a while, and his eyes involuntarily leaked a little deep worry when he looked at His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan.

All eyes were fixed on the long-bodied man in the center of the hall, waiting to see how he could turn the danger into a lotus flower.

"One. Before the soldiers and horses moved, the grain and grass went first, so as to ensure the reserve supply, so he asked the imperial brother to open the treasury and release the grain and grass. Song Yuchen's face did not change and said, "The younger brother is brave, if the imperial brother is relieved, this matter will be handed over to the younger brother to be responsible." ”

Song Yuxun sighed, nodded, and turned to the side where the civil officials gathered, "Lord Zhang, you can go for me and assist King Zhennan in coordinating this matter." ”

Lord Zhang had an even more headache when he heard this, but he still had to take a step forward and bend down, "The minister's order." ”

The moment he raised his head, he happened to be impartial to the eyes cast by His Royal Highness the King of Shangzhennan.

Master Zhang clearly felt a surge of qi and blood rushing towards his head in an instant—this person actually smiled at him quite politely!

When has this been, he still has the kung fu and mood to remember the etiquette of meeting and greeting!

Isn't this highness a congenital old god in his heart, don't you know how to write the word anxious?

As if seeing the shock in Lord Zhang's eyes, Song Yuchen raised half of his eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked higher.

Master Zhang, "......"

Master Zhang suddenly gave birth to a bit of vicissitudes, and when he took a step back, he involuntarily touched the non-existent white beard on his chin, and always felt as if he was more than ten years old in an instant, and suddenly he couldn't talk about it with the young people now.

He didn't have the heart of a beast like Song Yuchen who was still healthy after a lot of tempering, and after the vicissitudes of life, he fell into a deeper worry, and continued to meditate intently about how to cook a pot of porridge with a grain of rice.

Song Yuchen turned his head unhurriedly, the curvature of the corners of his lips had disappeared silently, and he took care of what he had to say before he could finish it, "Second, the younger brother asked the imperial brother to give an order to order the Imperial Forest Army to dispatch." ”

"Xiao Chen." Song Yuxun barely suppressed his extreme embarrassment, and lowered his voice a little, "Those young master soldiers can't count on it, and now the anti-thieves are just rising, and the morale is booming, I'm worried-"

He knew what he was worried about, but he couldn't say it.

The three words of the young master soldier are already his bottom line.

Could it be that he said clearly in front of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military that the last barrier to guard the royal city in the minds of the people now, the Imperial Forest Army, is a group of rabble who can eat, drink, prostitute and gamble in addition to eating and sleeping, and are they who can't fight anyway?

When the king of a country says such a thing, isn't it clear that he wants to help the enemy's morale and destroy his own prestige, how can this be like words!

"Brother Huang doesn't have to worry." Song Yuchen interrupted him flatly, his face was still unwavering, as if he didn't feel his embarrassment at all.

If it is put on others, let alone dare to make such disrespectful remarks as interrupting the holy golden words, it is already very courageous and commendable to barely be able to answer.

But for some reason, it was done by His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan himself, which made it difficult for people to think about the aspect of committing chaos.

There was a sudden silence around them.

Song Yuchen took this silence with an unchanged face, and continued unhurriedly, "Brother Chen didn't want those embroidered pillows to suppress the thieves. ”

"Then you're—"

His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan interrupted the saint's words for the second time in a day, "Third, the younger brother is bold, please take out the Xuantie token for the time being." ”

He said it as if he were just going to borrow two drops of balsamic vinegar from his next-door neighbor while cooking at noon.

As soon as these words came out, the court, which was originally as silent as stagnant water, boiled into a hot soup pot in an instant.

Master Zhang clearly saw that several old ministers had already rolled their eyes and fainted, and the remaining few were trembling around looking for pillars, as if they were ready to wait for the saint to nod his head and decisively rush over to take death as an admonition.

The following of the Zhennan King Hall just said such a sentence, and before he could get to the real point, the lead was lit, and the firecrackers in the hall rushed to burst into the pot.

In the crowd, there was an old minister with a gray beard who lay on the ground with a "poof", his voice trembling, and he almost burst into tears.

"Your Majesty, no! How can the Xuantie token be easily tampered with, Your Highness's move ...... Although it is to solve the urgent need, the old minister thinks...... It's really inappropriate! ”

The last four words popped out of his teeth almost word by word.

If it is not in the court at the moment, but in private, I am afraid that what he really wants to say will become "shameless" or "committed", or something else, anyway, he will not listen to it very much.

This old minister is the old Hanlin who has been with the emperor for many years, studied with the emperor when he was young, and later followed the emperor to conquer in person, played an important role as a translator around the emperor, and survived several wars.

Not only survived, but also lived more and more tough, seeing that he had reached the age of sixtieth, he was still deaf and blind, and his physical fitness was much better than that of Andinghou, who was about to take sick leave at the end of three days.

But his body bones, which he couldn't knock down with his sword and sword, were suddenly crushed by the words of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan, and he couldn't stand up straight after falling on the cold black gold stone bricks.

In terms of seniority, Song Yuxun and Song Yuchen should be honored as a master.

Even if Song Yuxun has a lot of anger, he can't send it to this old minister who is burdened with scars, and he usually has to be carefully respected, let alone now.

The corners of his eyes jumped, as if the anger that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years rushed to his throat in an instant, flushing his originally somewhat pale complexion with a layer of ruddy.