Chapter 801: Four Searches

"I don't know if Brother Hui will accept it when he sees me like this."

Three years ago, the war of the barbarians was in full swing.

Facing up. The head of the Hu family, the father of Hu Tian, General Hu, arched his hand and said: "Your Majesty, the old minister thinks that the army seems to be well organized outside the current southern capital city, but the minister sent people to check, there are not many residents in the city, and the minister thinks that this time and space city plan."

After a pause, he said: "The barbarian army originally belonged to the Nanqiong Kingdom, but then it changed and occupied a single place, and it actually occupied a city in my Biye Country. Although my country is small, it can't tolerate this line of thieves. We must take the city back. ”

The Hu family was originally a military general, and the main battle is understandable.

"Hu Aiqing is reasonable, my country's territory cannot be trampled on."

"Then please allow the emperor to allow the old ministers to lead the army to the battlefield and recover the lost territory."

"Wait, Weichen has a different opinion." The speaker is none other than Prime Minister Song of the Song family. It was Song Xinyi's father.

"What does Song Aiqing think is wrong?" The emblem turned to Prime Minister Song, and the crown crossed an arc in front of him.

"The minister thinks that it is just a small city, and there is no need to make a big move, and the people and money will be lost. You can send an envoy to Nanqiong to negotiate with its monarch and jointly solve the barbarians. Prime Minister Song said.

"It can't be like this, Nanqiong is a big country one of the three countries, and my country is a small country, and it is delusional to make a request, so how can we talk about interfering in other people's internal affairs? It's better to recapture Zicheng directly, and then pretend to be confused, under the pretext that I don't know that the barbarian thieves are the people of Nanqiong Kingdom. "The soldiers of the Hu family are not only brave, but also more strategic, and they fought on the battlefield all year round in their early years.

Prime Minister Song Cheng said to Huiji: "It is better for the emperor to send an envoy to Nanqiong to negotiate first, and if the solution is not good, then start a war."

Hui Ji thought for a while: "Then as Prime Minister Song said, this matter will be handed over to Prime Minister Song Cheng first, and retreat from the dynasty."

"The Emperor Mingjian."

Prime Minister Song raised an objection, not because he disagreed with General Hu's views, but because he didn't want the Song family to accept this task and take power.

"General Hu seems to be old and strong, he has experienced a hundred battles, and now he is old, and he is still aiming for thousands of miles." Prime Minister Song said sarcastically.

When General Hu Zheng heard this, his eyebrows were crossed, he pressed his sword, and replied: "Thanks to Cheng Xiang's heart, the old body has just passed Sixun, and he can't compare to you, Prime Minister, Hu Guo Wuxun can still be alive and kicking, working hard to plan for His Majesty, and he has also taken over this important task." Hu Zheng proudly blew his mustache.

"You...... I don't care about people as rude as you. ”

"Am I rude? I'm afraid that the prime minister has not read as many books as I have seen. A pedantic man will think others are stupid. ”

"Oh? Then it seems that the general is not as good as a pedantic man in this matter. Song Cheng said. After saying that, he laughed, shook the feather fan, and walked forward. General Tuliu Hu unsheathed his sword in the same place.

If it weren't for the murder of the dead, I would have killed you, old fellow. General Hu gritted his teeth.

Prime Minister Song quickly arranged for someone to go to negotiate with Nanqiongguo.

After a few days, there was no news. The general tradition is that when you go to another country, if you are received by the emperor. A pigeon would be released and a message would be heard. But now many days have passed and the pigeons have not been received.

After a few days, a group of people returned to the court, and all of them knelt on the temple and remained silent. Subsequently, the corpse of the messenger was transported.

Prime Minister Song was speechless, in front of the hundred officials, in front of the emblem, the prime minister bowed his head and robbed the tomb

Emperor Tie Qing's face: "Prime Minister Song, what do you think should be done about this matter?" There was anger buried in this question, so that Prime Minister Song did not dare to speak, and maybe if he said the wrong word, he would invite trouble.

"The minister has not thought it through, please ask Your Majesty to condemn you."

Emblem waved his hand: "Will curing your sin solve the problem?" Think of a solution. ”

"According to the old minister's opinion, it is better to raise troops and march to recapture Zicheng by force, so that those arrogant barbarians know that my Biye Country is not easy to mess with." General Hu Zhengdao.

"So be it." The emblem agrees with this proposition.

"The emperor has a decree, and Hu Zheng accepts it." Gonggong Li opened the golden silk brocade in the Hu Mansion and read the holy decree, and shouted screaming.

"The minister is here." The Hu family knelt on the ground and listened to the holy decree.

"General Hu led our dynasty, including Song Chengxiang, to collect 200,000 horses, a total of 300,000 horses, to support the south, capture Zicheng, and recapture the territory."

"The minister receives the decree, long live my emperor" Hu Zheng got the holy decree, and this time it was General Hu who laughed. Prime Minister Song Cheng is lifting a stone to hit his own feet, blind and reckless.

"I think the old man Song is angry to death, the emperor does not cure his sins on the surface, but in fact, he has cut the military power in his hands, which is equivalent to digging his phase." Hu Zheng patted his son Hu Tian on the shoulder and said, "Son, you go out with your Lao Tzu this time, and let those barbarians see how powerful my Hu family's descendants are."

Hu Tian arched his hand and said, "The child obeys his father's orders."

"Okay, okay, my family is a fierce general." Hu Zheng felt proud and in a very good mood, so he held a feast.

"Come, Director Li, you go and prepare, set up a banquet, so as to strengthen your morale and prepare for the expedition." Hu Zheng shouted roughly.

"Yes." When Director Li heard this, he trotted all the way and quickly processed the order. His speed was most appreciated by Hu Zheng. The current Hu Zheng is comfortable to see everyone.

The next day, the Hu Mansion was lit up, firecrackers were ping pong at the door, and the Hu family specially called a drummer. All the way, people were dressed in red clothes and red robes, knocking and beating, so it was not lively, and they were about to catch up with the wedding.

Hu Zheng, the head of the Hu family, deliberately sharpened the ink, went into battle in person, held the pen in one hand, pressed the invitation with the other, and solemnly wrote an invitation letter to Prime Minister Song. Rows of neat handwriting on it, said:

General Hu Zheng invited the prime minister to come to tomorrow's banquet, and the contemptible people hoped that Prime Minister Song would come. At that time, Hu's mansion will be full of brilliance, and Hu is grateful. I hope Prime Minister Song will participate, not only for Hu, but also for the 200,000 generals under Prime Minister Song. ”

After writing, Hu Zheng handed over the post to Steward Li in person, and asked him to deliver it. Steward Li disappeared into Hu Zheng's field of vision, this speed made Hu Zheng feel proud, he was the person he chose, and it was really good.

At that time, Prime Minister Song got an invitation. The ink on the invitation has not yet dried.

Hu Chengxiang's hands were trembling, not because he was afraid, but because he was angry and couldn't control his body.

The "pop" invitation was slammed to the ground, and Prime Minister Hu paced back and forth around the invitation for a few steps, sighing heavily.

"This Hu Zheng, it's just a matter of robbing me of military power, isn't this big banquet showing off? Do you want to publicize it, make it widely known, and let everyone see my Song someone's joke? ”

The more Song Cheng thought about it, the more angry he became, thinking that he had to calm down, so he sat down and took a sip of tea.

At this time, Song Xinyi, who was 17 years old, entered the living room, looking like a beautiful woman.

Prime Minister Song looked at this beautiful and lovely daughter, and felt much less angry.

"Daddy, my daughter looks at her father's sallow face, but she is not feeling well?" Song Xinyi asked worriedly. was born with a pitiful appearance, with affectionate eyes and frowns, which made people feel pity.