"Boditaiji, are you alright. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Fang Hong frightened the young man, and then led Lin Ziyan and the three of them away. The remaining two guards hurriedly walked up to the young man's side and asked softly.

"I ...... I'm fine, let's go. The young man's face regained some blood, and he smiled reluctantly at the two. It's just that in the depths of his eyes, there is a hint of deep fear.

"Cousin Fang Hong, you are too powerful, that kick made him vomit blood. Lin Ziyan and the three of them admired Fang Hong even more, and they suddenly felt that their seemingly ordinary cousin seemed to be covered with a mysterious color.

"It's all a small way, you study hard, be an official of the imperial court, your words and deeds can affect thousands of people, that's the road. What Fang Hong said is not false, since the shattering of Shinto, humanity has risen, and personal power has begun to decline, and only by being in the midst of great forces can he make a difference.

"What's so good about being an official? Lin Ziwen was a little discouraged, since he was a child, his family instilled in him the idea of studying and becoming an official, and now his cousin said the same, which made his ears almost calloused.

"Hahaha, if it's not good to be an official, why are so many people going into it? Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner. At Lin Ziwen's age, he is always full of rebellion and ideals, Fang Hong didn't say much to him, he immediately clapped his hands and said to the three of them.

Lin Ziwen pursed his lips and followed behind Fang Hong.

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In the old academy in Longqingzhou, an old man with thinning hair and almost clean teeth picked up an equally decayed book from the bedside.

He flipped through the book gently, seemingly aimlessly, but after a few breaths, his palm paused slightly, and a layer of golden light gradually appeared on the top of the page.

"In the winter of the twelfth year, the little prince Koubian, the emperor will be the emperor. On this page, such a line of words appeared, and after it appeared, the font gradually disappeared.

"A new destiny?" the old man muttered as he looked at the sky, and softly spat out the words.

It is now the summer of the twelfth year of Zhengde, and there is still a long time before winter, and the Book of Destiny says that the little prince of Tatar will invade in winter, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty will personally drive the expedition.

"Hehe, it's only been seventy years since the change of the Civil Fort, and it's going to be a personal expedition again? Could it be that this corresponds to King Ning's Heavenly Mandate?" the old man showed an intriguing smile on his face.

Seventy years ago, Warat attacked the Ming Dynasty, and Emperor Yingzong drove a personal expedition, but was captured by the Warat people. If it weren't for those sub-ministers who were defending the capital, maybe the capital would have been breached. Since this incident, the court has been very taboo about the matter of the imperial conquest, and it is difficult to let the emperor drive the conquest.

However, if this matter were placed on other emperors, it would be difficult to do, but now this emperor is so happy and loves to hunt for curiosities, as long as he is properly manipulated, it is not difficult to convince him to drive the expedition in person. As for the obstruction of the ministers of the imperial court, have there been fewer contradictions between the emperor and the ministers in recent years?

"If you want Zhengde to go on a personal expedition, you have to provoke a war first, and then you can attack in winter, which is nothing more than a lack of food, which is also simple. The old man thought for a moment, then knocked on the table, and a scholar-like figure walked in on the side.

"It's time for the shadows we left in Tumut to be active, so let's use the yin plague to disperse. The old man whispered to the scholar, who nodded and walked out.

Yin plague powder is a special poison, after cattle and sheep are contaminated, they will be covered with pus, which is extremely contagious, and once it falls on the grassland, it will be a disaster.

It's not difficult to get rid of this thing, as long as the temperature is low, it can be easily eliminated. However, when the temperature is low, the number of dead cattle and sheep is incalculable, which will be a great disaster for the Tatars.

The Tatars live by grazing, and the cattle and sheep are their food, and once the cattle and sheep are plagued, they will not eat. And at this time, they will think about coming to the Ming Dynasty to fight the grass valley.

After doing all this, the old man closed the book. What is recorded in this book of destiny does not mean that it is the real destiny, it is just an instruction, and what the people of the Mandate Division have to do is to let the world develop according to the book recorded.

One day, they will be able to guide the inertia of the Mandate of Heaven and replace the destiny of Heaven with human life, and at that time, they will be the Mandate of Heaven, and every word and deed will be blessed by the general trend of heaven and earth, and no one can disobey it.

It was only a month's work, and their arrangement in Tumut paid off. More than 10,000 cattle and sheep have died in the Tumut pastures, and the number is growing every day. There was already some confusion inside the Tatars, which even affected the border areas of the Ming Dynasty.

Originally, only a small number of Tatars secretly entered the Ming range, but with the outbreak of the plague, more and more Tatars came. Because their cattle and sheep are dead, they have nothing to eat, so they can only come here to try their luck.

And this incident also made Dayan Khan, the lord of the Tatar state of Zhongxing, very troubled. Dayan Khan is the fifteenth grandson of Genghis Khan, a true descendant of the Golden Family and the most orthodox heir of the Northern Yuan.

Before his accession to the throne, the Tatars were in a state of chaos. He used his powerful hand to forcibly unify all the tribes, and even defeated the invincible Warat tribe in the north, making the Tatars a tiger entrenched in the north of the Ming Dynasty.

The little prince mentioned in the Book of Destiny is him, and people who don't know it may hear the title of little prince and think it's a certain prince of the Northern Yuan Dynasty or something. In fact, the little prince was the name given to the ruler of the Northern Yuan Dynasty by the Ming people.

"Ahem, what did the doctor say, haven't you found a way to relieve the plague?" Dayan Khan lived in the Golden Tent of the King of Lu, which was the glory of their Golden Family. He was very tall, with two mustaches on his lips, and he was dressed in the clothes of a Tatar nobleman.

Dayan Khan is not very old, not even forty this year, and for a ruler, it is the prime of life. However, he himself knew that his life would not last long.

"The doctor said this was no ordinary plague, that they had never seen anything like it before, and that they were still looking for a solution. In front of Dayan Khan stood an attendant, and although the steppe eagle was terminally ill, the momentum on his body still weighed him down.

"Send someone to get some doctors over, this matter must be solved as soon as possible, ahem. Dayan Khan took a deep breath and frowned. Originally, there was some instability within the Tatars, and now that such a thing has happened, is Changshengtian unwilling to bless his people?