Wu Jin skipped Yin Nan - she didn't listen to him, and she couldn't understand it when she did.

"Yinbei."

"The subordinates are here." Yin Bei hurriedly got up.

"The guards inside and outside the Mo Mansion are set up in the Guards Pro-Military Division, directly under General Mo, and you are the commander of the army, supplement the military status, select two deputy commanders of the two shifts, report to General Mo, and the increase or decrease of the guards are all personally checked by General Mo, and you are not allowed to make claims."

"Yes!" Yin Bei's voice was loud, and before he could sit down, he was rolled his eyes by Yin Nan.

He didn't care, wondering when he would be able to see Xiao Dou and put on the majesty of his eldest brother.

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Taishan: "Uncle Cheng." ”

Cheng Taishan hurriedly got up and arched his hand: "Don't dare to be, just call me by name." ”

He doesn't pretend to be big - the seniority of the past can be thrown away.

The other state officials heard this "uncle" and looked up to Cheng Taishan.

Wu Jin smiled: "Please change to the west side." ”

Cheng Taishan was stunned for a moment, and saw the three of them get up quickly, move back to give up a seat, and the subordinate guarding the door entered the house, changed the position of the tea, and at the same time replaced the tea that had cooled down.

Cheng Taishan changed his hand and stood: "You are really a wise hero, I am indeed both civil and military." ”

Wu Jin nodded: "Things in the army, there are thousands of things, there should be twelve rooms, divided into Cao to do things, but there is a shortage of manpower, and the affairs are not cumbersome so far, first set up the Chongzheng Yuan of Xifu, you are the Chongzheng Envoy, and the three rooms of the military registration room, the official room, and the cardinal room, the former Kuanzhou Prefect Yamen Cao Guan is the deputy envoy of the official room, the former Zhizhou Mansion military registration Cao Guan is the deputy envoy of the military registration room, and the former Cangsi Salt and Iron Envoy is the deputy envoy of the branch office, listen to your call." ”

Cheng Taishan is middle-aged, and he can still ascend to the sky in one step, and the corners of his mouth are grinning to the root of his ears, and he will not be able to take it back for a while.

Wu Jin said again: "Cheng Chongzheng made General Zuo run the military administration, and the cashier was secret, and it was hard. ”

He took out half of the talisman from his sleeve pocket, got up and stepped forward, and solemnly handed it over to Cheng Taishan.

In this way, Nomad Qing has the right to have soldiers but no power, and Cheng Taishan has the right to have no soldiers and can be appointed.

The bronze talisman was cold, Cheng Taishan took a deep breath, took it in his hand, and cherished it in his arms: "Cheng is lucky, how to talk about hard work." ”

Wu Jin asked him to sit down, but he didn't sit down, he stood in front of the Taishi chair in the middle, and looked at the Wenzhou official on the east side.

"Wu is not talented, shy and governed, the original prefect's yamen was changed to the middle academy, and Huang Yunshu was invited to be the envoy of the degree, and the Changping case, the grain case, and the Qian Silk case of the three prefectures, and the state study Qi Wenbing was the deputy envoy, and the original transfer department of the Yaxia Tea and Salt Division were available, and they could all be promoted."

Huang Yunshu looked strange, first happy, and then deeply worried - what Wu Jin said was true, the affairs of the three states could not be ignored, but the results of the battle could not be preserved, and he was not as secure as the previous state official.

If the city is broken, what face should they use to survive?

At this point, he had to obey.

Wu Jin saw through what he was thinking, and smiled again: "General Mo can shake a hundred cities and raise three states, he is purple and vigorous, and the strong man will not die on the same day, and he will be famous when he dies, so why should the Huangdu envoy be worried." ”

Huang Yunshu was speechless and ordered to sit down.

Wu Jin then made detailed arrangements for other state officials and state affairs, and Hou Fuzhong was unable to come due to illness, so he was still in charge of Kuanzhou's affairs.

After that, he didn't say anything for a while, walked back to the first seat on the east side and sat down, picked up the teacup, and drank the tea slowly, giving the governor time to calm the storm in his heart.

While drinking tea, he looked at the Taishi chair in the middle of the room, the chair was angular, imposing, majestic, empty, but it seemed to have a pair of cold eyes, staring at all of them, making people feel chills down their spines.

This house, the precious ornaments, tables and chairs in the house will remind people of Mo Qianlan - precious, cold, without a trace of emotion, looking at people like ants, opening the abyssal mouth, devouring countless people's lives, just for this road.

The rain was overwhelming, hitting the house and hitting the heart, and the moisture mixed with the smell of charcoal fire and incense blended into a reassuring smell.

Everyone's faces gradually calmed down, and Huang Yunshu accompanied him and asked carefully: "Now there are few things, so many people can still deal with them, what should I do when there are many things in the future?" ”

"Sanzhou Academy is full of talents, and you can collect as many as you can," Wu Jin put down the teacup and got up again, "The trivial matter has been decided, it's time to talk about the big thing." ”

The faces of the crowd became serious.

Wu Jin clasped his hands in his sleeves: "The fortunes of the Jokhang country have been weakened, the star of the Ziwei Emperor is dim, disputes are everywhere, the people have no owner, the gods respect it, General Mo is the lord of the Zhongtian Emperor's throne, and on April 26 this year, he will set up an altar in Fufeng Mountain to prepare a ceremony to announce the emperor and goddess, and set the name of the world is called Daqi, Sheji Yongchang, the year name is Kunsheng, and the name of Jiazun is called Yonglan." ”

After that, he bowed his hand deeply: "The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, and it depends on all of you to work together to create a great cause." ”

When everyone saw that he was not arrogant, he must be polite, dignified and humble, and they couldn't help but admire in their hearts, and got up to return the salute.

Cheng Taishan said: "Fufeng Mountain is twenty miles outside Wangzhou City, it is the remaining vein of the watershed, and there is a garrison in Pingzhou and *** state, and it will be very fast to hear the news, and I am afraid that it will be dangerous." ”

Wu Jin nodded: "I also have this concern, but the major event of worshipping the heavens cannot be compromised, only Fufeng Mountain is suitable, and more vigilance can be done." ”

Fufeng Mountain is recorded in ancient books as the land of Fengxiang.

Everyone didn't repeat it, and after everyone left, Wu Jin also walked out of the front hall, walked back from the hand-copying verandah, and walked all the way to the second hall.

Mo Lingfeng sat in front of the second table, there was a map on the table, there were a few scribbles on it, the pen rested on the Beacon Hill, her back leaned on the back of the chair, her arms were on the armrests of the chair, her eyes drooped downward, looking at the crane on her knees.

She's finally made it this far.

The road is dangerous, thorny, she has stepped on them one by one, there is no need to mention it, the road ahead is not a smooth road, it is a sword mountain and a sword forest, and she is not allowed to make mistakes, so she has to think carefully.

The trip to Fufeng Mountain is to worship the sky, to announce the world, and to plan.

Today, the state officials gathered in Mofu, and the spies in the city will definitely send the news to Kyoto, and after checking the map, Kyoto will know that Fufeng Mountain is the place where the heavens are worshipped, even if they don't know the specific time, they will use troops in advance.

The army of Zhaoguo would gather outside Fufeng Mountain, on the outskirts of Pingzhou, and as expected, only a small number of soldiers and horses were there.

With only 3,000 soldiers and horses, you can besiege the south, north and east gates of Pingzhou.

Pingzhou Zhizhou Wei Gang, Chinese New Year's Eve, ancestral home in Kyoto, moved to Pingzhou due to illness, never served as a military general, is a thoroughly ill and weak literati.

She dispatched troops in her heart, her hand involuntarily twisted the crane, twisted and twisted, she suddenly forgot about the siege of the city and the land, thinking that she had come to this day, if Mo Qianlan was here, how happy she should be.

But Mo Qianlan is gone.

Without Mo Qianlan's great cause of the dynasty, even if it is thousands of years, there is limited joy.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and she raised her head: "Come in." ”

The candle flame illuminated her face for a moment, her eyes were narrow and flying, the fire was dazzling, her eyes narrowed, and a big tear fell, and the cold slid quickly down her cheek.

She reached out and rubbed the corners of her eyes, her nose fluttered, she sucked back a little trembling breath in her nose, picked up the lampshade to cover the candle, walked out of the cubicle, and looked at Wu Jin: "I'm waiting for you." (End of chapter)