Chapter 89 Choice (Next)

The sword is only suitable for holding it in your hands, and its function on the battlefield is not as good as a short spear. The spirits are not rare in the top circles of the powerful and powerful in the Yuan Dynasty. They are far less than the grapes that the cannibals transported from thousands of miles of the sea. However, the swords and spirits given by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are completely different, which means that Sang Ge Shili has been appreciated by two generations of emperors at the same time, and his personal future is limitless.

After all, she is a rising star. Sang Ge Shili is not as familiar with the secrets of the royal family as Hama. After receiving the gift from Prince Aiyou Shilidala, he was moved and excitedly wanted to fly to Bianliang. With his words of 3 inches of despicable words, he could return to repay the prince and the emperor's respect for him.

However, in the past two years, the treasury of the Yuan Dynasty was empty and the funds for various places were severely short of funds. So not far after leaving the capital, he could not find a qualified mount for replacement along the way. With his enthusiasm in his heart, he walked south for more than 600 miles. He finally arrived in Shunde. Suddenly, another bad news came from his ears: Pingzhang, the political affairs of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province, Daluhuachi Maili Gusi, Xinzhou Road, was sent to rescue Shi Mai Sun, and was trapped in the Hu thief's sea and wiped out the entire army.

"Damn it." Sang Gesli pulled out the sword given by the prince from his waist and slashed hard on the stone trough of the horse feeding, and sparks flew everywhere.

The mount that had been running for many days was startled and raised his head and protested tragically, "Don't call you, a waste who only eats grass and does not work, call you again, I stab you with a sword." Brother Sang turned his sword inside and pulled the mount hard twice, gritting his teeth.

With such a simple strategy, no one in the civil and military officials in the court could see it. No one thought of reminding Miligus that the old men who were in corpses were thinking about what they were all day long, or that they were really bribed by Zhu Tuhu as the folk rumor, and they were hopeless that the Yuan Dynasty would destroy the country as soon as possible.

The latter statement has been widely circulated in teahouses and restaurants in the capital recently. Sang Gesli originally thought the rumors were absurd, but as he got closer and closer to the power center of the Yuan Dynasty, he felt that the rumors might not be all groundless.

Almost everyone knows which families that control the trade between the north and the south in the capital are all known. Who invested in the construction of the hydraulic workshops on the Sanggan River and who sold the goods to whom they produced. If Hama, Yuekuochaer, Dingzhu, Tulu Timuer and others had not secretly communicated with Zhu Tuhu, how could Zhu Tuhu make them earn so much gold and silver every year? If it weren't for the huge dividends brought by the distribution of wool, textiles and other southern goods, how could the old ministers who were about to lie in the vain would do everything possible to prevent the court from using troops to Huaiyang.

As the saying goes, if you convict the crime first, you will not worry about not being able to find evidence. The more you follow some dark thinking, the more you find that the Yuan Dynasty court is now full of treacherous ministers. If you want to cheer up the court and restore the glory of the Mongol ancestors, you must replace it with fresh blood and a young hero like yourself who is full of energy and loyal to the court.

However, now he is ordered to serve as an envoy on the mission, and he must not look back immediately. Therefore, the only way is to follow the example of Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of Shu Han, and submit a statement. Thinking of this, Brother Sang carefully put away his sword and walked back to the lobby of the post station, "Get a pen, I will write a letter to His Majesty and the Crown Prince."

The small official at the post station did not dare to provoke this guy who seemed to have an extraordinary origin. He hurriedly found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for him to use. Brother Sang didn't care whether others looked at him with strange or strange eyes. With his passion, he splashed ink and wrote, "Your Majesty entrusted me with great responsibility. I was afraid. I tossed and turned every night along the way. I thought nothing more than how to cut off the thieves and recast the nine tripods to repay Your Majesty and the Crown Prince's great kindness for the promotion. However, I once heard that, "If you want to fight against foreign countries, you must first calm the internal ones." It is because internal diseases are eliminated first, and external evils are naturally difficult to invade. However, doctors call internal diseases, which are exhausted by the five internal organs, stagnant meridians, and blocked blood vessels, so"

An article is written with deep affection and touching the current situation. It vaguely compared several powerful ministers of the dynasty to Chen Ke in the five internal organs and six internal organs. It must be used to use strong medicine to decisively strip them away, then introduce new blood, eliminate old problems, and strengthen themselves from the inside out, and then recruit heroes from the world and cut off the bandits one by one.

After writing the memorial, Sang Ge Shili sealed it with a skin and handed it to his confidant guards, ordering him to return to Dadu at night, and requesting his father to quickly enter the palace and present it to His Majesty the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty.

I thought that after the memorial was previewed by His Majesty the Emperor, he would immediately return the capital to another less important person to continue his mission to Bianliang. Therefore, in the next seven or eight days, he changed his previous hurry and deliberately put his steps very slowly. Unexpectedly, the expected edict did not come. On the ninth day, he received a letter written by his father Wang's slave. He opened the letter, and there were only four big words inside, "Stop meddling in other people's business."

"How come this is nothing, how can it be nothing?" Brother Sang saw it and knew that his memorial was swallowed up by his father Wang's slave and was not sent to the palace at all. He was so angry that his teeth were bitten, and his eyes were squirting smoke and fire.

"The elder said, if you don't want your whole family to die in a bad way, go to Bianliang honestly. Although Liu Futong is notorious, since he calls himself the Prime Minister of Song, he will not be too ugly." The general of the family was obviously prepared and quickly looked around and told him seriously, "If you want to continue to do your own thing, please let you, after returning to Dadu, you will first move your own family out, and have no connection with his father and son, and from then on."

"Nonsense, my father is loyal to Dayuan." Brother Sang was furious and waved his whip to the generals of the family. The latter was beaten to the face of blood, but he did not dodge, looked at him straight and said loudly: "Sir, if you don't believe it, please send someone back and ask if these words were said by the old man himself. If the villain recites a wrong word, he would be struck by lightning."

"I don't ask, you are just talking nonsense. You are obviously lazy, so you took the initiative to detain my letter and ran back and forth." Knowing that the other party might be telling the truth, Brother Sang was crazy and continued to wave his whip. If his father, Wang's slave, would rather cut off his father-son relationship with him than send him a memorial to the palace, it would only mean one thing: his father is also a group of traitors who mislead the country. He, sooner or later, needs to make a choice between Dayuan and his father.

"Sir, sir, please save some effort. You will have to travel a long way next." Several other generals saw that Brother Sang was preparing to kill the sender. Some of them were injured. They gathered around them, pulling their arms and pulling their reins.

"You, you are all a group of bastards, lazy people, and corpses who are in vain." Brother Sang's whip was taken away, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. He cursed at the entourage until his throat was bleeding, and he spitted bright red spit and rode his horse hard to move forward.

This time, he did not deliberately drag on the road, and walked at a speed of lightning. He was about to reach the Yellow River. He was about to find the local government to assist in recruiting ships, but he saw several messengers carrying corner flags rushed out of the yamen in a hurry.

Brother Sang was very knowledgeable. When he saw the color of the corner flag, he knew that there was another emergency military situation. He didn't want to ride a horse to block the other party's way. At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Stop, what happened, it makes you so panic."

He knew the general situation of several messengers, but several messengers did not recognize him, a fast-rise newcomer in the court. Seeing someone dared to block the horse in the middle of the official road, he was so angry that he waved his whip and whipped his head, "Where is the lonely ghost from? I'm impatient to live. Come on, I'll help you."

"I'm looking for death, I dare to beat my elders." When the generals saw this, they rushed forward to protect their hosts, but their actions were a little slower. They saw that Brother Sang was pulled off his horse and his head was bleeding.

"Don't beat me, my master is a fourth-rank senator in the Secretariat. You can't afford to take it." In desperation, a general pulled out the official robe of Sang Geshuli from behind the saddle and shook in the wind. "Don't beat me, beat me again, I'll let the emperor copy you nine clans."

"A shitty 4th senator. If my elders hadn't been snatched by the Yellow River, I would have been killed by the Red Trouble. If I had nothing to do, I wouldn't be squatting in the city to raise weight. I would be shaking my fart in front of me." The messengers knew that they had caused trouble, but they refused to give in. They held up their horse whip and continued to whine.

"Okay, okay, you have the genitals." Brother Sang staggered from the ground, reached out to wipe the blood on his face, gritted his teeth, "If you have the genitals, report your name to your master. I will ask him for justice."

"I'll report it, I'm afraid of what you do." The messenger leader was also brave. He curled his lips and straightened his chest and responded loudly, "My master is Pingzhang, Henan Province, Jiangbei Province, the emperor's imperial conferred the title of Marshal of the Baoyi Army, the surname Li and the name Siqi, boy, if you dare to stop the military documents of my master, you should die."

"I am the Senate of the Secretariat and have the right to participate in the military affairs." Brother Sang was so angry that he shivered, but his tone of speaking had to be lowered a little bit first. "You, let's talk about the emergency military information that makes you dare to even bump into my car."

Li Siqi was originally a favorite general under Zhao Jun, but he surrendered to the court a few years ago when Tuotuo conquers the Red Turban Army. If it were a peaceful season, such a surrendered general would have dared to come to the door even if he has a high position. However, now, unlike in previous years, Li Siqi has a 40,000 or 50,000 troops in his hands, and his garrison is close to the Yellow River. If he pushes the other party in a hurry and turns to the Red Turban Army again, I am afraid that even if Tuohuan Timur admires someone, he will have to borrow his head to calm the public anger.

After the group of trusts made Zhisang lose his identity, he was also worried. He heard that the other party was relieved and immediately went downhill. "It's not that the villain is blind, but the military situation is really important. Then, Lord Shi Ma, the envoy of Xuanwei from Zhejiang, was killed by Hu Dahai three days ago, and his troops were wiped out again. Now, the two thieves Hu and Xu have joined forces and have fought into Jianning Road. Lord Chen Youding is unable to support himself. The whole province of Jiangsu and Zhejiang is in danger." This book was first released from 17K Novel Network, and you can read the genuine content at the first time!
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