Inside the huge tent, the three of them stared at each other with big eyes.

The arrogant layman couldn't figure out why Zhu Shangbing was still alive, before he left Yingtian, he specially asked someone to go to the criminal department to confirm that Zhu Shangbing was indeed given a glass of wine.

Could it be that the Criminal Department also has fake wine?

"What are you doing in Beiyuan?"

Zhu Gaoxu stared at Zhu Shangbing, his eyes were not good.

Zhu Shangbing once framed Zhu Gaoxu for peeking at the harem concubines taking a bath, and was punished by Lao Zhu for kneeling all day, for which Zhu Gaoxu still holds a grudge.

"What are you doing again?"

Zhu Shangbing smiled coldly.

Both of them pretended to be confused, and scolded in their hearts: traitor!

At this time.

Among the tents of the prime minister of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

Wang Baobao, who is over 70 years old, is soaking his feet, and the basin is sprinkled with medicinal herbs such as wolfberries.

The bitter cold in Saibei, especially for the elderly, rheumatism and bone pain are the norm.

Wang Baobao believes that foot soaking is a way of health preservation, and he has been unswervingly soaking his feet for a quarter of an hour every day at dusk.

"How long have you been waiting?"

Wang Baobao's voice was slightly hoarse.

In front of him stood a middle-aged man in fur, about his early forties, who did not look like a Mongolian, but like a Han scholar, who was Shi Li Qiufu, the governor of the Prime Minister of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and was Wang Baobao's first think tank.

His ancestors had served as governors in the Yuan Dynasty, that is, ministers of Zaifu.

It is not surprising that when the Northern Yuan fled to Mobei, a large number of Hanchen followed.

"It's been two hours."

"Prime Minister, I think the King of Yan and the King of Qin of the Ming Dynasty are both asking for the Prime Minister."

Li Qiufu frowned, the letters of King Yan and King Qin, and Wang Baobao showed him everything.

"What do you think?"

Wang Baobao looked at the two letters in his hand, one from Zhu Di and the other from Zhu Zhang.

For Zhu Laosi, Wang Baobao is not disgusted, but has some sympathetic appreciation, after all, they have all fought on the battlefield, and they are worthy of respect for opponents with real strength.

But Zhu Zhang.

Wang Baobao couldn't wait to fork this perverted Zhu Lao Er and roast it as a whole sheep.

Back then, in order to recruit Wang Baobao and get closer to the relationship, Lao Zhu gave Wang Baobao's sister Guanyin slave to Zhu Fan in marriage.

So in terms of kinship, this Zhu Fan has to call Wang Baobao an uncle.

But Wang Baobao knew that his sister Guanyinnu had not had a peaceful birthday since she married Zhu Zhang.

Not to mention that he has no heirs after more than 20 years of marriage, and he doesn't say that the Deng family, who is a pervert with him, does not say that this Zhu Fan actually imprisoned Guanyin slaves.

Even Lao Zhu couldn't look past this, and he specially issued an order to Zhu Lao Er, asking him to 'treat the princess Wang with courtesy', but Zhu Lao Er didn't listen to him, 'If he doesn't listen to his father's teaching, he will still be imprisoned in the palace of the Wang family'.

Wang Baobao knows these things very well even if he is in the jungle in Mobei, after all, Zhu Zhang, a pervert, has nothing to hide about it.

As soon as I think of these.

The baby is very depressed, but the baby doesn't say anything.

"From the point of view of the lower officials, there is no harm in all benefits."

"King Yan provides military salaries, then our soldiers Chen is, go to 10,000 to report 20,000 to 30,000, if King Yan doesn't give it, we will withdraw from the army, and we can even repair a book and hand it to Yingtian."

"As for the reinforcements that King Qin wanted."

"Prime Minister, now the emperor and the crown prince of the Ming court are critically ill, and the lower officials heard that the grandson is even more absurd and mediocre, and the feudal towns on the border have different thoughts, which shows that the Ming court is at a time when chaos is gradually arising."

"It's a golden opportunity for my Dayuan to re-enter the Central Plains!"

The more Li Qiufu spoke, the more excited he became.

Although it is of Han blood, the ancestors of the previous generations of Yuanchen have long stopped treating themselves as Han people.

Wang Baobao was silent, he did not speak.

Li Qiufu said this, he naturally understood it in his heart.

At this time, if you don't knock Zhu Laosi hard, then he Wang Baobao will not be called Kuokou Timur.

As for the side of Zhu Zhang, the king of Qin.

From the perspective of personal feelings, he is eager to kill this thing, so he is naturally unwilling to send troops, but from the perspective of the interests of the country and the dynasty, he must be sent.

And we must give Zhu Fan enough courage to pull the flag and rebel.

As long as the Northern Yuan Iron Cavalry crossed the Great Wall, whether it was to help Zhu Fan rebel or rob, or do something else, it had nothing to do with Zhu Zhang.

"You reply two letters on my behalf."

Wang Baobao paused for a moment.

"First, inform the Ming court of the king of Yan that the prime minister will send 30,000 troops to the border of Yandi, and ask him to prepare 100,000 military rations, if he does not agree, the prime minister will immediately withdraw the army, and send an envoy to inform the Yingtian court."

"Second, inform Zhu Fan that the 100,000 Northern Yuan Iron Cavalry is coming soon, let him rest assured."

After saying this, Wang Baobao pulled his feet out of the basin, and the maid next to him carefully wiped them for him.

"Yes, the next official will do it immediately."

"It's just Prime Minister, Your Majesty's side..."

Li Qiufu wanted to speak and stopped.

Wang Baobao didn't care at all and didn't answer.

As early as seven years ago, Emperor Tianyuan died, and his eldest son Tianbaonu succeeded to the throne, but he only succeeded to a false name, and the entire military and political power of the Northern Yuan Dynasty was held by Wang Baobao.

For this, Tianbaonu has no way.

If there was no king to protect them, they would have been killed by Lan Yu long ago.

In the original historical trajectory, Lan Yu defeated the Yuan army near Yuerhai, capturing more than 50 slaves and concubines of the second son of Emperor Tianyuan, 3,000 canals, more than 70,000 men and women, 100,000 horses, camels, cattle and sheep, as well as a large number of seals, books, weapons, and vehicles.

Emperor Tian Yuan and his eldest son Tian Baonu and dozens of other horses fled, and then it didn't take long for them to be usurped by their own vassals.

Since then, the Northern Yuan has begun to split.

"Also, let those three pigs go back."

Wang Baobao stood up, his back was slightly stiff, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

……………………

Yanwang Mansion.

"Chin this...!"

A high-pitched, slender long-tail trail.

After tea time, looking at the back of the departing eunuch who announced the decree, the smile on Zhu Di's face gradually stiffened, the hand holding the holy decree was clenched, and the green tendons on his forehead were even more bruised.

"Your Highness needs not be angry."

Dao Yan, who walked out of the side hall, had a calm expression and a trademark smile.

"According to Mr. Will, this battle of this king, to fight, or not to fight?"

Zhu Laosi casually threw the holy decree in front of the case, without the slightest sense of respect.

In his opinion, this holy decree was issued by Zhu Xiongying in the name of the old man, purely to disgust himself.

"The holy decree has been issued, if you don't fight, you will resist the decree, and in the current situation, Your Highness must be vigilant to prevent being held by the imperial court."

"Naturally, we have to fight."

Dao Yan smiled.

"How?"

Zhu Laosi frowned, he had just finished the military power of Yandi in the past few days, whether it was the border army guarding the town or the capital guard, he had replaced it with his own henchmen.

Now let him go out of the Great Wall and fight with the group of street slickers in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, of course he doesn't want to, this is his old book in the future.

"It's a real fight."

Dao Yan smiled.