Diplomatically, she sent envoys to Chengzhou Daying and Haojing Wangcheng to ask Ji Duoyou and Zhao Bohu for help, claiming that the situation of Fanguo was critical, and if the Zhou royal family sat idly by, it would be annexed by the E, and the Eguo would be a big deal at that time; Finally, in the domestic court, she is also in full swing to arrange the palace change, and it is best to get rid of Fanzhen, so that the Eyu side will lose the excuse to attack Fanguo.

For a time, there were rumors in Fancheng, rumors spread everywhere, and people were panicked.

In fact, at this time, the court hall of the King City of Hojing was also noisy into a pot of porridge. The letter of the Hou Yufang came much earlier than that of the Fanguo, and as soon as the ice seal of the Cuihan Road was lifted, the envoys of the Ehou State entered the customs and came straight to the royal city.

The momentum of Ehou Yufang's letter this time is like a flood, and how Fan Zhen spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, abused the women of the harem, stayed in bed with Hu Ji and male favorites all day long, and ignored various crimes of government affairs. Especially painfully shows the tragic death of his daughter, which is unbearable to watch. For a time, all kinds of tyrannical acts about Fanzhen spread all over the streets and alleys of Hojing, and people were dumbfounded and resentful and sympathetic. No wonder the Marquis of Ehou wants to raise troops to fight, it is really for the heavens!

Public opinion has become a raging trend, so that Zhao Bohu, who has always had a good reputation, is not immune to being implicated. While cursing Fanzhen, people will also bring a sentence: "I don't know how such a person looked at the first call? Do you have to help him establish the throne? Is it because it's his eldest brother?"

In this way, Zhao Bohu fell into an embarrassing dilemma, and it was naturally inconvenient to interject about the affairs of the two countries. In these court discussions, he could only be in the middle and silent, and coldly watched Zhou Gongding standing in the middle of the court, spitting and expounding his side's opinions.

"Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, only the Son of Heaven has the right to hang the people and cut down crimes, and even if the princes are in charge of the expedition, they are also under the orders of the king. How can he be in the Eyu side? How can you conquer other countries without permission? What's more, Fanguo is the king's foreign family, where does he put the king's face in this way? Where is the face of my room?"

Zhou Gong made up his mind, causing a chorus of praise and harmony. Zhao Bohu was inconvenient to speak, so he had to give Rui Liangfu a look, who understood, and asked after changing shifts, "Then according to the will of Zhou Guogong, what should be done?"

"Ordered the Eighth Division of Zhou to pour out of the nest and go south to stop the impulsive transgression of the Hou Hou. General Xiang Ziliang swept through the five cities in northern Hubei in the middle of the day, and now the entire Hubei country has become a frightened bird, and under the deterrence of our army, it will inevitably shrink and dare not come out. In this way, the face of my Zhou room will be saved, and the power of the Eighth Division of the Zhou Dynasty will be displayed." Zhou Gongding said very firmly.

Hearing these words, Zhao Bohu's heart became nameless. Zhou Gongding said it in a high-sounding manner, but in fact, what kind of heart did he have, didn't he know if he summoned Bohu? Back then, Ji Duoyou was able to sweep through northern Hubei because the world had not yet learned his new tactics, and he won in a strange word. But now that this method of warfare has been learned a lot by all countries, how can it be strange again? Besides, the intelligence of all parties shows that this time the country has made full mobilization, and it is indeed the first to lose money, and the whole country is united in the whole country, and the same hatred of the enemy, it is already a victory for the mourning army. Even if the Eighth Division of Chengzhou comes out, it may not be able to achieve a complete victory, and both defeats will hurt the ears.

Knowing this, Zhou Gongding still had to suggest this, his intentions were sinister. He just wanted to use the power of the country to thwart Ji Duoyou, and then attack himself and seek to seize power. Such a small trick, he summoned Bohu to disdain.

But since the people clearly said that the motion was made, he also had to come up with an attitude: "Zhou Guogong said it is easy, but the battlefield is full of turmoil, the consumption is huge, and the Eighth Division of Cheng Zhou has just become a trend. If the nest goes south, who will pacify the Central Plains? Doesn't it give some ill-intentioned people an opportunity to take advantage of it? There is no need to mention this matter again, the Eighth Division of Cheng Zhou must not come out; However, if I only divide a few divisions to assist in the defense of Fanguo, it will be useless to raise the soup and stop the boiling. Therefore, you can't go out of school. As for the dispute between the two countries, we will discuss it later, so that the two countries will stop fighting each other, and our royal division will not have to go on an expedition in vain."

The celebrant shouted, "Scatter the dynasty—"

After the dispersal of the court, the ministers left. Ji Hu, who was sitting on the high throne, was not in a hurry to leave, he was not yet in charge of government, he was still in the learning stage of government affairs, and all he could do was to be a qualified audience when he was arguing. Right now, he looked at Zhao Bohu's back, and suddenly felt that the back that he had been very familiar with since he was a child looked very lonely today, and he couldn't help but have a sour nose, and he wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

"You

said, why didn't the young father agree with Zhou Gong's suggestion?" He seemed to be asking himself, and as if he was asking Rong Yi, who had just turned out from behind the big screen.

"King, if the Eighth Master of Cheng Zhou comes out, he is not very sure of winning this time. Summoning him------ nine times out of ten, he didn't want to let General Ziliang wade into this troubled water!" Rong Yi explained in a low voice.

"Oh?" Ji Hu turned his head: "You also feel unsure?" This came as a surprise to him. Five

Rong Yi arched his hand and said: "Fan Zhen is tyrannical and desolate, and he has lost the hearts of the people in the country, who protects him, who fails. Everyone in the world knows this. It's just that, after all, he is the new monarch who summoned the prime minister to set up at the Luoyi Spring Dynasty Conference, and he has seen the king, if he is captured, or dies at the hands of the Eyu Fang, the king and the Zhou royal family, they will lose a big face!"

"So, what should I do about this?" This time, Ji Hu was really in a hurry.

Rong Yi smiled slightly, and his snow-white teeth were even more dazzling on his slightly dark face: "King, this matter is a dispute between the two dukes of Zhou Zhao, what does the king have to do?" The king is not in charge of the government, and the government affairs are only studying, watching and listening. Besides, the prime minister also said that he has already made a decision on this matter, and the king does not need to worry."

"Are you persuading the solitary practice of checks and balances, sitting and watching the two princes fight infighting, so as to profit from it?" Ji Hu asked coldly, a burst of disdain in his heart.

"The king, the imperial power of the past dynasties, all centered on the word "check and balance". is like summoning the prime minister, the so-called proposition is nothing more than using the chess piece of the Fanguo Ying clan to balance the dispute between Fanguo and Hubei!"

"Lone understands what you mean." Ji Hu sighed: "It's just that the young father is in an embarrassing situation in this matter, and he feels lonely, without him!"

"The king is affectionate, and the minister empathizes!"

As soon as the spring began, the Hou Yufang led the army of the country to press north to the Fanguo.

On the bank of the peach water, Ying Yuan led an army of 100,000 troops into three camps in the shape of "product" and waited for the battle. As soon as the camp was set up, the soldiers were swinging shovels to build a fortress, and Fanjun's envoy came to read the king's book. It was none other than Fang Aman, the commander of the Fanjun family.

Seeing his former pillow person, Ying Yuan had mixed feelings, he had been in the army for a long time, and when he saw Fang Aman in a red suit, he was even more enchanting, and he couldn't help but feel his heart ripple.

Fang Aman smiled: "The slave tent is on the other side of the mountain, and the general can come late."

When night fell, although he knew that Fang Aman's mind was unpredictable now, it was really difficult to suppress the commotion in his heart, so Ying Yuan rode a fast horse and galloped away in the direction of the king's envoy's special account under the cover of night.

A small chamberlain was waiting outside the tent, and when he saw Ying Yuan's single rider, he came up to lead the horse and led him into the tent. With one foot in the account, Ying Yuan knew that something was wrong tonight, but he couldn't move his legs anymore.

A woman is dressed in a long black gauze dress with a collar as thin as cicada wings, half lying and half leaning on a delicate bamboo mat, her snow-white and smooth flesh is like rippling in the clear spring water, and a trace of strange fragrance wafts in, which makes people fascinated.

"The general works hard, and drinks a hundred years of Lanling wine." The first words spoken by the woman were not refused. He already knew in his heart who this woman was. Half-bearded face, which one is not the famous orchid?

He wanted to take the wine, but the embarrassing thing was, how did he take the wine? The brass plate and the small wooden barrel of wine were placed beside the pillow of the orchid, and she was half lying and half leaning, her snow-white and beautiful hands resting on the two golden lords. No matter how Ying Yuan heard about the various lusts of orchids, after all, she was made a lady by Fan Zhenli after the beginning of spring, and she is still an unapproachable mysterious heroine for a general with a different surname who often goes in and out of the palace.

Seeing Zhuan Orchid today, it turned out to be such a heart-pounding woman, such a bright and blooming plump flower, Ying Yuan didn't dare to look at it directly. According to etiquette, the Venerable gives wine, usually the chamberlain pours the wine on his behalf, and then gives it to the recipient; The recipient bows or kneels long, and drinks it with both hands.

And the situation in front of him is that there are neither chamberlains nor maids. Sure enough, Ying Yuan had to take off his long-waisted combat boots that were dirty and dirty, step on the delicate and smooth bamboo mat, and kneel forward to drink with both hands. To be so close to the current *** of Fanguo, Ying Yuan was embarrassed for a while, and he couldn't help but sweat all over his face.

"People say that the general is brave

Like a tiger and a wolf, is he so stubborn?" Zhuan Orchid smiled.

"Your Ministers obey!" Ying Yuan had to say a word.

"Yo! It's bloody." Zhuan Orchid fanned the end of his nose with one hand and smiled, "It's all off, it's all off."

"Dare to invite Mrs. Jun, Rong Chen will come back after freshening up with the attendant."

"No, I don't have to. The warrior sweat is so bloody that I can't smell blood."

"Madame------

"Here, take it off and put it on." Zhuan Orchid pulled out a soft white silk robe and threw it over.

Ying Yuan didn't speak, walked behind the tall screen of the big account with a red face, changed into a silk robe and walked out. When he walked on the bamboo mat with bare feet and knelt three feet in front of Zhuan Orchid, the smell of the female body immediately made him smell his strong sweat and foot odor and the corpse smell remaining in the underwear at the same time.

At this time, Zhuan Hu smiled affectionately, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shook his hand and whispered: "Come, come closer, your arms are not that long."

As she spoke, she personally poured the two jukes, and the wine jue filled with the mellow aroma of old wine had already been handed over.