morning.

Fu Han General's Mansion, front yard.

It has been three days since that heavy rain. There was another heavy rain yesterday. Not to say that this drought is gone forever, but at least it has been greatly alleviated.

Originally, the officials in Guangchuan and Yingqing Prefectures, according to Wu Nian's orders, controlled water sources and protected the acres of land, but now they no longer need to do so.

The officials in General Fuhan's Mansion also felt a lot more relaxed.

Although they are still very busy, colleagues have some free time and can sit together to drink tea and chat.

Gongsun Sang, who lives in the house, is already popular. Recently, because of praying for rain, he fell into Wu Nian's eyes and was promoted to the landlord.

In the current structure of the Fu Han General's Mansion, he is already the top predator. What's even more amazing is that Gongsun Sang is only twenty-three years old this year. He is in his prime years and his popularity is naturally better.

However, Gongsun Sang did not become discouraged because of this. On the contrary, he became more cautious. Moreover, he was very capable and arranged the work of the household in an orderly manner.

In the tea room, Gongsun Sang drank tea with the prefect Zhang Haiping, who came to discuss work because of something.

In the Chu court, the status of a mere magistrate would not be comparable to that of the six ministers. But Wu Nian was a small court here, and there were not so many rules.

Moreover, there were only two prefectures in Wu Nian, and the prefect was regarded as a feudal official.

The status of the two is the same.

And Gongsun Sang is currently planning something, a very big thing, which requires the support of a powerful person like Zhang Haiping.

"Master Zhang, I plan to jointly submit a petition with hundreds of officials to ask General Fu Han to worship heaven and proclaim himself king. What do you think?"

Gongsun Sang put down the tea cup in his hand, turned to look at Zhang Haiping, and asked sincerely.

Zhang Haiping's eyes sparkled. Unlike Gongsun Sang, he was a relatively simple anti-Mongolian sect, but he was also loyal to Wu Nian.

And after praying to the sky to pray for rain this time, he also had such thoughts in his heart.

Could it be that the general is really destined?

Let's not talk about these things for now. Now Gongsun Sang has joined forces with hundreds of officials to jointly submit a memorial to Wu Nian to persuade him to become king.

This is to show loyalty to Wu Nian.

These two, many people are impatient and want to have the merit of following the dragon. For example, Gongsun Sang in front of me must want to become the official position of the house owner and become the minister of the Ministry of household affairs.

When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

When Wu Nian becomes king, everyone below him will be promoted to one level.

The three major county magistrates at the time, Wang Youxiao, Zhang Haiping, and Lu Sheng, were all upright and had the righteousness of their family and country at heart. However, they had been in the officialdom for so long.

Zhang Haiping, who was a small official, then a county magistrate, and now the prefect of Yingqing, knows how to deal with the world.

"Of course I am willing." Zhang Haiping replied without thinking, and then asked: "What do the officials say? How many people are willing to sign up? What is the country's name? Have you all thought about it?"

"I'm still in contact now. Although I can't guarantee that everyone will sign, at least 99% of people are willing. As for the country name, I think the character [Yan] is good. What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"

Gongsun Sang's face showed joy and he asked immediately.

Zhang Haiping nodded lightly, and the word Yan was used. Although this country was not very strong among the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period, it had great regional characteristics.

Liaodong has been the territory of Yan State since the Warring States Period.

Moreover, the current capital of Chu is also the territory of the State of Yan. He was first named King of Yan and pacified Liaodong. He completed the goal of recovering Liaodong and expelling the Tartars, and then entered the Chu capital and replaced him.

Very suitable.

"I think it's good." Zhang Haiping nodded and said.

"Okay. This matter has been settled. I will contact more people, Mr. Zhang, you can do it yourself." Gongsun Sang nodded happily, then clasped his fist towards Zhang Haiping, turned around and left.

"This is the power of destiny! The founding emperors of the past dynasties, before the founding of the country, always looked for [auspicious things] to prove that they were the ones who inherited the destiny."

"With the general's achievements, he has done great service to the people of Liaodong by protecting the country and the people."

"Set up an altar to pray for rain. The Dragon King is in the clouds, moving the clouds to spread rain. This is real auspiciousness."

"Whether it's strength or destiny, it's all in the hands of the general."

Zhang Haiping smiled and shook his head, picked up the teacup and continued to drink tea. After finishing the tea, he stood up and left the Fuhan General's Mansion with his head held high, and returned to the prefect's Yamen.

Although Wu Nian lived in the backyard all year round, he spent every day either dancing with guns or clubs, reading military books, or sitting down to hug his son and talk to his wives and concubines.

But he was also well-informed about matters in the outer courtyard.

Gongsun Sang, the new owner of the house, couldn't wait to contact the officials and planned to persuade him to move in. How could Wu Nian not know?

backyard.

In the pavilion.

It rained twice now, and the weather became refreshing. Wu Nian finally no longer had to go shirtless to enjoy the coolness. He was wearing clothes made of coarse cloth that was very breathable, and he was holding the fat boy Wu Yu in his arms.

This kid is getting older. He is squirming in Wu Nian's arms and refuses to settle down. If he is let down, he will run all over the floor.

"How will this little skin monkey become the Prince of Yan in the future?" Wu Nian scolded with a smile and handed Wu Yu to his wet nurse.

"Prince Yan?" Liu Xiang, who was sitting face to face with Wu Nian, was frightened and opened her mouth wide with a look of shock.

The nannies, guards, and maids all around also had similar expressions.

"Now someone has asked me to call me the king. They have decided on the name of the country. It is called Yan Kingdom. I am the king and he is the prince. Xiang'er, you are the queen."

Wu Nian smiled and said.

"King??? King... Queen?" Liu Xiang's little face turned pale.

This general's wife is different from the queen. She became a general's wife in a daze, and was already walking on thin ice, fearing that she would do something wrong and embarrass Wu Nian.

Whatever she does, she will discuss it with Wu and Wang Ruyan.

Are you okay now, queen? Liu Xiang is about to faint.

"Congratulations to the king. Congratulations to the queen." A maidservant was very clever and quickly bowed down. Everyone bowed down and called her king.

The titles in this play are very clear.

The prince is called Wangye and the wife of the prince is called Wangfei.

The king is called the king. The king’s wife is called the queen.

So our second young master, he is also the crown prince.

"Everyone, get up. You haven't even written your horoscope yet. Don't make a joke." Wu young man shook his head lightly and said.

"Don't be nervous. Aren't you just a queen? When the opportunity comes, I will invade the Chu Kingdom and take over the whole world. I will make you a queen."

Wu Nian stretched out his hand to hold Liu Xiang's little hand and said softly. She was really shocked, her little hand was a little cold. Wu Nian held it with both hands.

"But...but...but...brother, I don't dare to be the queen." Liu Xiang raised her head and stammered.

"Don't be afraid. You are the queen. You are born to be a mother to the world." Wu Nian looked at Liu Xiang's delicate face and encouraged her.

She was always good-looking and beautiful. In these years of prosperity and wealth, she is really white and beautiful.

The ancients said that wealth nourishes people, and it is indeed true.

"But...but..." Liu Xiang still stammered, her head in confusion.

"General, Mr. Wang, please see me." At this moment, a soldier came over and bowed to Wu Nian and saluted.

"Wang Youxiao." Wu Nian's eyes flashed, he let go of Liu Xiang's little hand, and said softly: "Xiang'er, don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

"I'm going to see Wang Youxiao, and you can cool off for a while. Take good care of my wife."

Wu Nian looked up again and glanced at everyone present. After giving these instructions, he stood up and left the pavilion to see Wang Youxiao.

This meritorious master most likely wanted to become the king.

I just don't know where he stands.
Chapter completed!