This war, under the strict control of Xiangwang Li Zhu, did not leak too many rumors, and it was also because Li Xuan claimed that he must not let Xiangwangfu become a thorn in the side of foreign races. The demon clan may be able to resist for a while, but if it really provokes the foreign race, the earthly dynasty of the Great Jin Dynasty will definitely stain the rivers and mountains with blood......

Looking at the palace that has been slowly repaired recently, Li Zhu felt a lot of emotion in his heart, but in the two months of interruption, his most troublesome son has resolved several crises in Xiang.

Looking at Li Xuan, who is now in charge of protecting himself alone, he feels a little old. After being included in Li Xuan's Hetu Luoshu Small World that day, he felt that Li Xuan's future life was no longer something he could guess.

During this period, Li Xuan would use the transmission note to contact the demon clan every day, every time he heard that there was no danger, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, a month passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the end of autumn, and the Xiangwang Mansion was also rebuilt in the ruins, and it was a thick autumn rain on this day.

On the ninth day of the first month of the twentieth year of Jin Wen, the entire Great Jin Dynasty was as peaceful as it was when it first existed, but behind this singing and dancing, there were many undercurrents lurking, like a fierce beast, to tear apart today's Great Jin Dynasty, today in tens of millions of people is nothing more than a sparse and ordinary day, for Xiangwangfu, but it is not the case, the entire Great Jin Dynasty earth-shaking changes are from this day kicked off......

The sunset in the air refused to fall for a long time, and the entire Xiangwang Mansion reflected a murderous atmosphere. Li Xuan was called into the study by Li Zhu again to talk. Looking at the secret letter handed over by Li Zhu, Li Xuan's heart was shocked.

Emperor Wen was seriously ill, and the four kings sent troops to rebel! This is the information sent back by the spies of the Xiang army.

Emperor Wen of the Great Jin Dynasty was ill at this time, and even Du Qibo, the famous doctor of the Great Jin Dynasty, was helpless in the face of Emperor Wen's illness, except for Li Zhu, the four princes all chose to send troops to rebel at this moment! Li Zhu sighed and looked at the black clouds in the sky, "Li Xuan, what do you think we should do?" Now Li Zhu is willing to listen to Li Xuan's opinion from the bottom of his heart.

Li Xuan looked at Li Zhu, who had already given birth to some gray hair on his sideburns, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart, people's worries, or for love, or for state affairs. And Li Zhu at this moment, there are both. Although at the previous prince's banquet, the prince's poisoning made Li Zhu have hatred for the Jin court. But Li Xuan knew that this Great Jin was a river and mountain that Li Zhu fought down with his life, and naturally had inseparable feelings. One side is his brother, and the other side is the territory he has conquered, even if Emperor Wen is seriously ill, Li Xuan knows that Li Zhu will still stand up without hesitation and protect the Great Jin.

Li Xuan moved his mouth and said softly: "Since my father has sheltered the Great Jin Dynasty for twenty years, I can't bear it at this moment......

Li Zhu looked at Li Xuan and nodded slightly, and asked, "Do you blame me?" I can also watch the fire from the other side and watch the collapse of the Great Jin, but I don't want Li Min to suffer another war and blood. The East Palace can be dismissed, and the current Great Jin is thriving, if there is another war and a change of dynasty, it is not what I want......"

Li Xuan lifted the curtain and heard the flute from the singer in the house, "Father, do you need my help?"

Li Zhu laughed twice, "I'm not old yet, I don't have to!"

Li Zhu can be said to be a legendary figure of the Great Jin Dynasty, and even his prestige is far above that of Emperor Wen of the Jin Dynasty. At the time of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Li Zhu, the king of Xiang, he used his knife to let everyone know the fate of angering Li Zhu, Li Zhu, a killing god who made any imperial general shudder when he heard it, where his iron cavalry passed, ambushed millions of corpses, and the long knife went, breaking the pond and pulling out the city. Twenty years have passed, and some folk rumors still use Li Zhu's name to intimidate their children to sleep late at night. If you talk about merit, he used a long knife to spell out half of the world, only to have this vast territory and prosperity, if it is, he slaughtered the head enough to fill several cities, Li Zhu's prestige is stacked with human heads, all the princes and vassal kings, only he belongs to one person, can be in his own fiefdom mercenary 700,000, the Great Jin is precisely because of him sitting on the frontier, so that the entire Northern Liang does not dare to go south for a full twenty years.

Hearing the whimper of the cuckoo in front of the court, he couldn't help but think of the princes' road that he started from the end of the court and paved with human heads, and the brother in the yellow suit helped him up with his own hands when he knelt down, and said in front of the world, "You don't have to kneel down when you see me in the future." On that day, Li Zhu was named King Xiang and respected as the Duke of Yasukuni.

Li Zhu eased his thoughts, gently crumpled the letter in his hand, and threw it aside.

Today's Xiangwang Hall is densely packed with strategists and henchmen, and Li Xuan is not in the hall, one of the young men is half-kneeling on the ground, trembling words interrupted his thoughts, get along for so many years, whenever he faces Li Zhu, there is always a shiver from the heart, that kind of cold chill makes him can't help but shiver a few times, this is Li Zhu with a human head to build out of the evil qi. Although he just sat quietly on it, and even looked out the window with his eyes wandering.

"Please think twice, my subordinates think that it is a little ...... not to report such a major event to the saint" When he said this, Li Zhu's eyes slowly looked at him, and he suddenly broke off his words, that gaze was like a needle, so that his palms couldn't stop sweating, and the young strategist reorganized some thoughts, and then slowly said the following words, "If the prince rashly sends troops, how can Your Majesty blame him in the future, after all, this is not to kill the Liang thief!"

Li Zhu saw the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, "Nephew, your age is still not enough, this move is not for my Dajin, but also for your father who has been unjustly killed for ten years." He clenched his hands, his eyes wandered off the official uniform full of python patterns on his body, and remembered his best friend Song Zhongmou Song Zhong, who was the first strategist in this continent since the beginning of the dynasty.

Talking about the changes of the stars, the palm of the sleeve.

It is the evaluation of the history of the enemy country when the Great Jin Dynasty established the dynasty, Emperor Wen of the Jin Dynasty Li Wen ordered to gather the best craftsmen to pour a statue of Song Zhongmou with red copper, the war must be without the wisdom of the generals, the appearance of Song Zhongmou, forcibly reversed the general trend at that time, just like the Wenqu star came to the world, born for strategy, an endless stream of tricks led less than a million soldiers to crush the three million soldiers and horses of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and finally even the entire Southern Tang Dynasty was changed to the dynasty. So far, the bronze statue of Song Zhongmou still stands proudly in the capital, and has become a holy place for the entire Great Jin Dynasty wise men to worship.

The young man in the audience is Song Zhongmou's youngest son, Song Xiaotian. Li Zhu looked at him who couldn't afford to kowtow, there seemed to be depth in his eyes, and he suddenly saw the scholar who had talked and laughed with him. Presumably, if he were still alive, he would agree with his own approach. Home country country, no country how to come home......

Song Xiaotian's tears couldn't stop falling when he heard this. Since he can remember, his father Song Zhongmou has died, and everyone in the world knows that Song Zhongmou died on the way to counterinsurgency, only Li Zhuyan said that Song Zhongmou's death has other strange circumstances. But everyone knows that his father is the founder of the country, why did Li Zhu dare to say that Song Zhong was murderous?

Li Zhu pressed a complete piece of the Tiger Talisman of the Ministry of War on the copy, "Pass my order, the soldiers will be divided into five routes, and the troops will be dispatched at the right time." Suppress the rebellion!" The Great Jin Dynasty, the princes of the whole world, only he has a complete tiger talisman.

With Li Zhu's order, the sky suddenly splashed with ink, and several cumulus clouds pressed down, with the coming night, the autumn rain in the air became louder and louder, and the breeze whimpered, as if complaining about the approaching gloomy clouds.

Li Zhu is a complete madman, and it is also because of this dispatch of troops, taking advantage of the rainy night, to send 400,000 iron cavalry to four princes in four ways, maybe Li Zhu has not killed anyone for too long, or maybe the world has regarded him as an old man who has gradually decayed with the years, and they all think that the python pattern has even covered up his anger, only when his soldiers and horses tonight and the iron hooves of the soldiers and horses re-set foot one city after another in half a decade, when he captured four vassal kings who wanted mercenaries to rebel, everyone understood that Li Zhu's knife has not been corroded by the years, and he is not an old man who has smoothed his will to fight with the passage of time。

An unquiet bloody night, a calm sound of autumn rain.

The autumn rain lasted for half a month, and all the rebellious vassal kings had a question in their hearts: why was it worth it for their brother Li Zhu to still work so hard with only an empty shell of the imperial court left.

Li Zhu personally beheaded his four brothers with a knife on the tower of Xiangyang City. The heads of the four feudal kings hung high on the top of the castle tower, their eyes full of resentment and doubt, and the blood washed by the rain seemed to stain all the majestic stone slabs red. The red platform seemed to be wrapped in immortal grievances, wanting to break through the stone......

This is something that Li Xuan did not expect, and he never thought that today's Li Zhu, with the strength of only one person, would capture four rebellious vassal kings alive. After 20 years, Li Zhu's shot this time let everyone know that his knife has not yet grown old.

The flute sounded in bursts, and the Zhu in front of the court sighed lightly: The curtain of a thousand houses in late autumn rains, and the sunset tower is a flute wind. He gently wiped the scimitar in his hand and shouted: "Someone, write a letter!"