The rapid growth of the Qiushan Peninsula immediately attracted Chu Yuxing's attention, but at this time, he had no time to care. Mingsha Mountain was already at the end of its day, and the three remaining towns could no longer pose a threat to their army. He wants to solve this problem thoroughly, write the history of Mingsha Mountain to the last page, and at the same time ensure that Dongduo, Changlin, Xiling, Hu Xia, Baiyu, and Shuying will not interfere.

In fact, the only people he really had to worry about were the Dongduo and Changlin people. Dondori had enough strength to resist them, and Chang Lin had the courage to die with them. Their diplomats did not give them the results they wanted, because they could not meet each other's conditions. The Dongduo wanted them to recognize the alliance led by Dongduo and composed of Shuying, Huxia, Xiling, Baiyu, Changlin and other countries, and sign a peace agreement. The Changlin people demanded that the territory before Chu Yuxing succeed to the throne be restored, and the nine towns of Yanbian that they had invaded should be returned to Changlin.

A break in negotiations means the outbreak of war. In the same year, they successively increased their troops on the border line, so that the southern, eastern and western fronts of Dongduo sounded the alarm at the same time, and in the suburbs of Changlin, they also began to build troops, the tension heated up again, and war was about to break out.

But the real war did not break out between the three countries. Instead, it happened inside the people of Mingsha Mountain.

As the power of the country weakened, the power of the king was gradually weakened. The contradictions between the hardliners headed by Ku Ermu and Lu Yuanhang and the moderates headed by Zhong Dalu, Han Dongjun, and Hu Songhua are intensifying. In the court and in private, they fought openly and secretly, and in order to overwhelm each other, they used all kinds of means and did everything.

At the same time, another force is also growing in the shadows. The royalist party, headed by Xu Zhi'an, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the chief eunuch, is recruiting talents everywhere in an effort to restore royal power.

All things, before reaching the knot, are moving in the same direction and eventually intersecting. And this node is the critical illness of Suddenlywood.

This old man who has been fighting all his life, only let go of the mustard in his heart when he was dying, he held Zhong Dalu with his left hand, and Lu Yuanhang with his right hand, burst into tears, and his voice was choked: "If the country is gone, what is the use of factions?" Those who are ministers should think of serving the country loyally rather than for their own actions. The old man claimed to have been innocent all his life and had a clear conscience, but now that he thinks about it, he is really disappointed by the country. After I go, there will be only the two of you in Mingsha Mountain. When the two of them think more about the righteousness of Lian Po and Lin Xiang, and work together for the country, they can ensure the safety of the moment, and then try to recover."

The two only obeyed his orders and shook hands in front of him, and he was relieved and smiled.

On the day of the funeral, it was cloudy and rainy. The mourning procession stretched out for more than a dozen miles, and all the hardliners were present.

It was destined to be a day full of sorrow. When Lu Yuanhang's sedan chair arrived at Desheng Building, barrels of vegetable oil poured down from the building, and then a rocket ignited the sedan chair. Countless figures poked out of the window, and clusters of arrows denser than raindrops fell in the rain and mist, and blood flowed like rivers in an instant.

Countless arrows slashed through the sky, and the Assassins who had already been ambushed poured out like a tidal wave, sweeping the crowd to pieces. One by one, the unprepared mourners fell, on the way to the dead, completing the last journey of their lives.

The screams had been drowned out by the rain, rivers of blood swirled in every corner, and the fallen corpses were washed clean, as if the heavens were cleansing them of their bad karma. This one-sided massacre ended after only half an hour, and there was no one left to kill.

"It's all over". Zhong Dalu looked at the pouring rain outside the window, and an extremely complicated emotion welled up in his heart. His enemies were gone, but instead of joy, he felt empty and lonely.

"My lord, Lord Han and Master Hu are here."

Zhong Dalu said please and immediately walked to the living room.

"My lord is so vigorous and resolute, and the problem was solved in one day, and the two of us have come to congratulate my lord." It can be seen that they are happy from the bottom of their hearts. For Zhong Dalu, the hardliners are opponents, but for them, it is a knife around the neck. When the knife falls, they hit the ground. Now, that knife is gone, and he's back to life, how can he not be happy?

Zhong Dalu couldn't be happy, his crisis had just arrived, and this time, it was possible that he would really destroy the Nine Clans.

"Two adults, please sit down, there is nothing to do today, we might as well have a drink."

The two immediately echoed: "My lord is right, how can you not celebrate such a good day?"

A few people talked and laughed and walked into a secret room. With little effort, the banquet was served. The three of them sat down separately, pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and talked and laughed.

When the wine was half-drunk, Han Dongjun danced impromptuly, and Zhong Dalu and Hu Songhua beat him together.

"Fushan, start with this, end with this, see all the flowers blooming, and listen to the birds and insects. When the mid-spring season, the pear blossoms are spitting out, the light moon is shubo, and the clouds are surging. Catch a cup in the humble room, chant alone in every good sentence, look for the old from the sea of books, and touch the pride of the moon. I want to visit Yue'e and ask about parting, why we don't meet. Or visit the Weaver Girl's lodging, Hongqiao again, how to live such a life.

If you lie down on the branches, the details are uneven, and you can ask with the flowers, and you will have no dreams quietly. or misty clouds, or drizzle and hazy. Sometimes it's cold and pressing, sometimes it's warm and windy. My favorite, climbing alone, watching the eagle hanging in the clouds, striking thousands of miles, chirping sadly; The pine waves are rolling, the end is green and warm, and the heart of heaven and earth is opened. There are huge pens like rafters, which will inevitably fall from the building; A smile captivates the country, and in the end captivates the city. When the peach blossoms bloom, which double door can be inscribed; Where the apricot blossoms fall, where to bury the new grave with new soil.

Walking on the frost to see the first day, the trail is mediocre. The wind blows down, a tree turns over the yellow butterflies, the sun is colorful, and the sun is pouring a little bit of deep sunshine. Chrysanthemums should be about with Tao Ling, and the full moon is just like Songjiang Pavilion. Songjiang Moon, Songjiang Pavilion, the poet never woke up after a sleep. I would like Lin Quan and Weng to hear clearly, and count the stars with Yi in the middle of the night. Why bother talking about the waves, there is no need to swear an alliance, but, the heart of the heart changes, the heart seems to hold the pillar, what does it mean, and it is difficult to return the love of the merman.

Listen to the finch call the snow toe claw, where the sky is flying away, listen to the goose back, meditative and unique, in the end the person is still mediocre. The cricket is rapid, biased to children; The cicadas are worried, why intercede? Sympathetic, sympathetic."

This poem "Fu Mountain" is written about the scenery of the four seasons and different moods. It is a relatively casual song in the long song, with long and short sentences in parallel, easy to understand, so it is very popular. Han Dongjun was excited, and couldn't help but think of this poem, followed the beat, sang it again, and everyone applauded and was overjoyed.

"If Dongjun is a woman, he will have to be removed from the church." Zhong Dalu said jokingly: "Just this voice is enough to be famous for a while."

"Then Han has to be careful, in case he is abducted by someone who has lost his conscience, has an operation, and sells it to Willow Lane, Flower Street, it will be troublesome."

A few people burst into laughter again. After laughing, Zhong Dalu ordered someone to invite one of the most famous singers in the house, called Goldfish Fish, to come over and let her accompany her to drink.

"Just now, Lord Han once sang a song, fish, we can't let people compare." Zhong Dalu said half-jokingly.

Goldfish is used to this kind of occasion, when others say a word, she already has 10,000 sentences waiting there, and all she has to do is to choose the most suitable one among these 10,000 sentences.

"Master Han is a well-educated person, how can we compare to those of us? Adults don't dislike it, let's just have fun."

"What a smart and clever girl", Zhong Dalu shook his head and smiled slightly: "I don't know who will fall into the hands of anyone in the future." The voice of the sentence was so low that the other three people did not hear it clearly.

"Fish, what are you going to sing today? Lord Han sang "Fushan". He changed his mood again, and still talked about the wine.

"I'm tired of listening to these tunes, so let's sing a new song." As she spoke, she plucked the strings and sang in a clear voice: "On the fifty-ninth day of spring, meditate on the tree again." It is morning and dusk, leaving cold in the cold, and I am willing to open the micro household. It makes people dream, and it comes and goes. The middle is quiet. I will fall in love with it, plant some pears, and have flowers to return to.

Drunk eyes into the period, and then wish, there is a breeze and drizzle. There is no need to put it, the light green is deep, and it is indifferent to add seclusion. There is a slight fragrance, clear the years, cover the cool moon, and operate into an apartment. Among the hundred questions, one question becomes a mystery, and it is eternal.

And with the branches of green, he made rows of water, and dwelt out of the clouds. The underwater water has passed through, and when you go to Dongting, you can tie up the orange and let people take it lightly. The sand is still blazing, the year is like this, there are mountains and water in the eyes, but everyone has not seen both go. Expectation is not necessarily, nothing more than indifference to what is already true, and it is all about meaningless suffering.

Sycamore can be planted, and if the phoenix does not come, it is dead and hates the soil. I have read through the history of the Qing Dynasty to ask about the past, and I generally do not take the time. Although the world lasts forever, it is difficult for souls to come like this, whether they know each other or can make promises. It is not as good as the eyes to stop the youth, to make the ground and the flowers to the ground, and the branches to wind and rain".