Knowing that the literary army broke through the Ruian Mansion and fled to sea, Zhao Yu was not angry, but just waved his hand to signal the attendant to retreat, and stood by the windowsill with his hands behind his back, his eyes playful, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, in the vertical arch hall, in addition to Zhao Yu standing with his back hand, there are several figures.

The five Shangshu of officials, households, rites, punishments, and workers, Yan Yanghui, who had just taken over the Ling Pavilion, and the new palace front secretary who was in charge of the palace royal forest army were all commanded by Jin Li.

After Su Shi and Zhao Tingzhi followed Zhao Yu, Chu Yange, Qin Hui and others to the north, the Ministry of Rites has been taken over by Lu Xiufu, the former head of the Ministry of Households, and the Ministry of War is still vacant.

These people can already be said to be the highest-level figures in the Southern Song Dynasty now, but in addition to them, there is actually another person, her status is faintly more than the five Shangshu, above the hundred officials, and can be called one person under ten thousand people.

The daughter of the four stunning women in the northwest, the strange woman on the list, and the heir of the vertical and horizontal family.

Wu Yuan.

The current Prime Minister of the Great Song Dynasty!

Speaking of which, since the collapse of Wu Yuan's family, he has truly brought the essence of the Zongheng family into full play. Although he had almost died several times during this period, he still relied on a vertical and horizontal technique, climbed the gang, lobbied the king of Chu, and defeated the literary and artistic army in a vertical and horizontal manner, and finally formed a grand situation of the Southern Song Dynasty and the Northern Li River and ruled the river.

Although she is a woman, her various means since joining the Owl Gang can be called cloud-turning, and after Zhao Yu restored her identity and regained her position, she was also supported as the left minister and served as the head of the hundred officials.

Seeing that Zhao Yu was silent, Wang Anshi rolled up his sleeves and arched his hand: "Your Majesty, King Nawen led his army to the sea, and he must want to bypass the southeast coast and land from southern China to return to Sichuan and Chongqing, but the sea road is difficult and dangerous, and it will take at least half a year for them to return to Sichuan and Chongqing, so it is better to take this opportunity to send a large army to recover Sichuan and Chongqing and completely eradicate the Dawen city-state." ”

"Then Yao Ruoyu is not there, no matter how amazing the combat power of the Dawen city-state is, there is no need to be afraid," Zhao Yu slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, turned around, and said indifferently, "Now my biggest enemy in the Southern Song Dynasty is the Southern Barbarians." ”

Bao Zheng frowned, puzzled: "Your Majesty, that Beili ......"

"Beili, I have my own decision, you don't need to discuss it anymore. Waving his hand, Zhao Yu said indifferently.

Seeing his cold expression, everyone bowed their heads silently.

Zhao Yu has been dormant for nearly ten years, and he is no longer the young, arrogant and arrogant little emperor of the year, but a generation of emperors who really have a deep heart in the city, even if even the weakest among all people has the six realms high-level, but in the face of Zhao Yu, everyone still inevitably lowered their heads to show respect.

"In the past ten years, the Southern Barbarians have been dormant in the deep mountains of the southwest, except for disputes when I am facing the southern line, most of the time is to recuperate," Zhao Yu looked down on everyone and said coldly, "As for now, I am afraid that the military reserves of the Southern Barbarians are no longer inferior to my Great Song Dynasty, and the witch god is even more scheming, and in time, it will become a catastrophe!"

Wang Anshi bowed his head and said: "So Your Majesty, the position of the secretary of the military department has been vacant for half a month, and it is necessary to determine the candidate as soon as possible, so as to deal with the chaos in China in the future." ”

"I know what has happened these days," Zhao Yu suddenly smiled and said indifferently, "The Marquis of Jinjiang, the Marquis of Beijing, and the Marquis of Bailu all want to compete for the position of the secretary of the military department, but I want to ask you Aiqing to tell them that the candidate for the secretary of the military department has already been decided." ”

Except for Yan Yanghui, the rest of the people were stunned when they heard this, and pondered which person Zhao Yu had designated as the secretary of the military department.

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Linzhou is located in the territory of Shaanxi, because it is located in the northeast corner of Shaanxi, surrounded by mountains, whether it is the Song Wen war Jin or the literary army to attack the Great Yuan, this place has not been invaded by the war.

There is a town in the middle of Linzhou, which is called Zhenyu.

This place is rumored to be the hometown of King Yang of the Great Song Dynasty, of course, this is also a rumor, after all, since the rise of King Yang, he has never been to Linzhou.

The town is not big, with only tens of thousands of residents, and few people from the outside world, so even if China has been in flames for months, the town is still calm and peaceful.

These days, many young girls in the town who are twenty-eight years old will pass by a shop when they go out, intentionally or unintentionally, and secretly glance at the young man in the shop with a coquettish face.

This man moved in with his sister a few days ago, calling himself Yang Zhao, although there was not much in the words, but looking at his majestic and majestic posture, many people speculated that this must be the descendant of a ruined and wealthy family outside, maybe it was still the general seed brother who had fought with the Mongols.

In this kind of ordinary town, this man with a very different bearing from ordinary weak scholars has become the dream lover of countless women.

Some timid people will quietly drop their handkerchiefs outside the shop, wanting the man to pick them up and return them, so as to have a romantic love between the two golden phoenixes and jade girls.

The few who were brave simply went home to pick up the old father and asked him to ask someone to come to the man to ask about his relatives.

It's a pity that the dignified young man turned a blind eye to the handkerchiefs that were almost covered on the floor outside the shop, and every matchmaker who came to the door was politely rejected by him.

This young man is naturally Yang Yanzhao, after he let Yao Ruoyu and the others go that day, he knew that Yang Ji would definitely be furious, so he simply took the opportunity to disarm and return to the field, and came to his hometown to live in seclusion with his sister Yang Yanqi, who was also tired of the war.

Sitting behind the counter, Yang Yanqi held her cheeks, glanced at the handkerchiefs on the street outside, which also had more than a dozen yuan, sneered, and said with a rough voice that was completely different from the image: "Sixth brother, there are so many handkerchiefs, don't pick up one, it's not bad to give me more sisters-in-law!"

Glancing at her angrily, Yang Yanzhao said lightly: "Wipe your counter well." ”

Yang Yanqi sighed, grabbed the rag and swept it a few times, looking at the posture, as if he regarded this counter as Yang Yanzhao.

Seeing her childish appearance, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but smile, and was about to wipe the table next to him, his eyes were sharp, and he turned his head to look at the woman in white who had just stepped in from the door.

Staring at the comer, Yang Yanzhao said lightly: "Miss Wu doesn't know what is going on here?"

Wu Yuan covered her mouth and smiled, wearing a veil, she was graceful, and chuckled: "Young Master Yang can make it easy for me to find it!"

"Is it you woman?" Yang Yanqi, who was lying on the counter, heard the voice of the person and frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't misunderstand, the little girl is not malicious here," Wu Yuan lightly blessed and said softly, "Yang Gongzi is loyal and righteous, and Yao Ruoyu is a close friend, it is normal to let him go, Your Majesty has no intention of blaming." ”

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao and Yang Yanqi didn't speak, Wu Yuan smiled and said: "It's just that now I live in the southeast of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Northern Li, Wenbang, Nanban and Nanyang countries are eyeing each other, and it is really dangerous, and it is really difficult to support the stability of the country with just a few first-class military marquises." ”

Yang Yanzhao's face was indifferent, and he said softly: "In that case, why did you cut off your arm in the first place?"

Wu Yuan knew that he was talking about the ambush of the literary army, and said with a smile: "Dawen is entrenched in Sichuan and Chongqing, and the armament is abundant, and the king of Wen is even more implicitly wolf-oriented, and in time, the ...... will be fixed."

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Yang Yanzhao suddenly raised his hand and punched, and with a bang, a ball of golden light suddenly erupted in Wu Yuan's body, although it shook sharply and sunk inward under the strength of that punch, but in the end it was firmly protected in front of Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan, who was knocked back to the street by Yang Yanzhao's punch, had a slight condensation in his eyes, stared vigilantly at Yang Yanzhao, who slowly stepped out of the shop, and smiled reluctantly: "Young Master Yang, you ......"

"This punch is for Lao Yao," Yang Yanzhao's eyes lit up, and he said sharply, "I don't care what grievances you have with Dawen, but because of you alone, I caused Da Song to cut off his arm, so many civil and military talents have missed each other and become hostile, what qualifications do people like you have to serve as my Great Song Left Minister?"

After a little silence, Wu Yuan suddenly smiled lightly, stood up straight on his own, cast a spell to disperse the golden light of the protective body, and said with a smile: "At least, it's better than that Qin Hui, right?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Yuan would ask such a rhetorical question, Yang Yanzhao didn't notice it, and then laughed angrily: "It seems that you really want to find death?"

"That's not necessarily," Wu Yuan smiled meaningfully, "I'm the left minister of the Great Song Dynasty, although Yang Gongzi has stepped into the Seven Realms level, but if you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's not that easy, right?"

Yang Yanzhao is worthy of being a disciple of Yue Wumu's personal lineage, and with the two secret traditions of the Yang family's spear and the soldier's family, he has actually broken through to the level of the Seven Realms quietly.

Yang Yanzhao's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and he sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost! Isn't the vertical and horizontal technique amazing?" Before the words fell, he had already stepped out, and the iron fist smashed out like a hammer, and the [Taishan Xiong] in the "Wuyue Boxing Sutra" was wrapped in a majestic momentum, setting off a surging wind to sweep towards Wu Yuan.

With a bang, a picture scroll flew out of Wu Yuan's sleeve, on which all things in heaven and earth were painted, with the words Qiankun combined, only to show that it had extended by itself, turning into a piece of void mud and stopping in front of him, and at the same time, he waved his right hand to sacrifice a seal, and pressed the seal with his fingers.

That piece of void mud seems to be hazy and illusory, but in fact, it is inside the middle, although Yang Yanzhao's fist strength is extremely condensed, but once it is submerged in it, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, decomposing by itself.

Without waiting for Yang Yanzhao to make a third punch, Wu Yuan had already held the seal in his hand and pressed it heavily, and in an instant, the endless power of the Great Song Dynasty rushed from afar, and turned into a five-toed dragon claw out of thin air and pressed it hard.

Boom! The dragon claw has not yet fallen, it has been defeated by a high-spirited aura, and I saw Yang Yanzhao walking in a tiger step, crushing the dragon claw with one punch, and then the tiger's eyes were like lightning, and an indescribable noble aura erupted in his body, which actually shattered all the forces of the heavens.

The Seven Realms had just unfolded, and Yang Yanzhao was about to continue to make a move, his eyes suddenly changed, and he actually put away his majesty in an instant, and swept directly in front of Wu Yuan with a shaking body, looking at the silver spear in her hand with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

"The prince of the Seven Realms really deserves his reputation, I thought that he had the vertical and horizontal technique and the power of the Great Song Dynasty, how could he be able to match the Seven Realms like that Yao Ruoyu, and he still lost his life if he didn't want to. ”

After chuckling in a low voice for a while, Wu Yuan looked at Yang Yanzhao, and the corners of her lips hooked up a slight smile: "Your Majesty has issued an edict to clear the snow and avenge the grievances of King Yue, Your Majesty knows that you are a disciple of King Yue, and specially ordered me to return King Yue's relics, and ask me to ask the little prince, are you willing to write the book for my military department?"

Yang Yanzhao was stunned when he heard this, he wanted to refuse, but when he looked at the silver gun, he didn't feel a little hesitant in his eyes.

Seeing that he hesitated, Wu Yuan took half a step forward, held up the silver spear and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Whether the little prince agrees or not, Your Majesty will let the little woman return this thing." ”

Silently stretched out his hand to take it, Yang Yanzhao stroked the cold body of the gun, his heart suddenly became extremely sour, he knew how loyal his master was to the Great Song Dynasty, but what did that loyalty get in the end?

Is it true that he is a soldier like that Confucian, and can only survive and grow by clinging to the imperial power?

For a long time, Yang Yanzhao slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid gas, and his own true qi crossed into the silver spear little by little, this Yue Pengju's natal weapon Liquan spear actually quietly melted into liquid under the infusion of his true qi, and wriggled and twisted in his hand, and after a while, with a burst of golden light, a war spear with endless killing qi had appeared in his hand.

This is the treasure of the military family that has been inherited for thousands of years!

His real name is Nine Soldiers, and he can transform thousands of weapons in the world!

It was once known as Liquan, and it was the natal weapon of King Yue's world-shattering name!

And at this moment, it is a golden gun!