The atmosphere at today's court meeting was a bit strange.

The head of the state said nothing, and neither did Zhou Zun.

Chen Shen once again offered his suggestions.

"The drought in Northern Xinjiang is serious. If it collapses, Bei Liao will take the opportunity to invade. I am thinking that this situation must not continue anymore, so I should invite Yang Xuan, deputy envoy of Northern Xinjiang Jiedu, to come."

I didn't say the words "bury the hatchet", but everyone felt it.

The emperor was silent.

Then, indifference.

Chen Shen sighed.

Going out later in the evening, he said to the people around him: "Yang Xuan looks young, but I have carefully experienced his actions over the years, but he is a man who makes quick decisions. With drought and refugees, it seems that Northern Xinjiang will not be able to support it, but

Why doesn't he move?"

"My husband means..."

"Go to Beiliao and grab it!"

…

On the third day, the Zhou family had been cleaned up.

It's time for the compensation.

The hatred was also suppressed.

The family may seem huge, but it has a lot to carry.

Gratitudes, resentments, and hatreds are countless.

Early in the morning, Zhou Zun went to Zhou Qin's place.

"Are those bastards sent away?"

"yes."

Zhou Qin blew a whistle at the 'old dog', "They broke the rules first. I said that the one who started the trouble will have no consequences, right?"

"The Prime Minister Zuo once again proposed to let Zitai come back, but the emperor still refused to guarantee Zitai's safety." Zhou Zun sneered: "He wants to see Northern Xinjiang fall."

"This is fate!" Zhou Qin sighed, "If it hadn't been for this natural disaster, Zitai would have completely stood still in northern Xinjiang. What a pity!"

Zhou Zun then resigned.

Hatred is hatred, and the power that should be grasped cannot be discarded.

When he was approaching the outside of the imperial city, he met Yang Songcheng.

"Guozhang."

"Shilang Zhou!"

The two of them smiled and held hands.

For those who didn't know better, they thought they were old friends.

"How is Northern Xinjiang?" Yang Songcheng asked.

"good!"

Zhou Zunxi's words are like gold.

"Haha! That's good!" Yang Songcheng smiled.

Without the support of Northern Xinjiang, the Zhou family is like a fish on the chopping board, which can be chopped down at any time to make a delicious dish.

The two of them arrived in front of the imperial city. The door was not yet opened, and many officials gathered there.

"Kuozhang!"

"Shilang Zhou!"

The two separated.

"No news from Northern Xinjiang?" Wang Douluo came over.

Zhou Zun shook his head, "Zitai hasn't sent anyone to deliver the message yet."

"It's open."

The imperial city gate slowly opened.

Zhou Zun and more than ten people stood aside.

Yang Songcheng and dozens of others stood on the other side.

While there are many high-ranking officials gathered there, there is still little to do.

The two sides walked to the gate and refused to give in to each other.

"Please, please!" an official said with a smile.

This is not to show off, but to cheer up your subordinates.

Suppress your opponent!

Zhou Zun took a step forward, but an official stood in front of him.

He said provocatively: "How can Shilang Zhou walk in front of the abbot of the country? How can he be considered inferior?"

Yang Songcheng was the Minister of Household Affairs and the head of the state, so he could overpower Zhou Zun in terms of official rank and title.

The officials were snickering.

"Hey! Sirs!"

Someone yelled from behind.

Everyone turned around and saw an official stumbling away.

"What's the matter?"

Right Minister Xia Houyuan asked.

The official stopped and handed over the memorial in his hand, "There is an urgent report from the north, saying that... it is raining continuously in northern Xinjiang, and the refugees are living and working in peace and contentment."

One official hissed: "Where did he get the food?"

The official said: "The person who sent the urgent report said that there was a lot of food in northern Xinjiang and there was not enough, so he went to the other side to grab it!"

Yang Songcheng's body shook slightly.

Some of the officials behind him changed their expressions drastically, while others were stunned.

An official murmured: "If it's not enough, go to the other side and grab it! Deputy Ambassador Yang is so courageous!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Amid laughter, Zhou Zun took a step forward.

The official blocking the road looked pale and staggered aside.

Northern Xinjiang has overcome the crisis!

And also gained population.

What will Yang Xuan do next after surviving the crisis?

No one knows.

Beiliao will most likely suffer.

But when the power of Northern Xinjiang has expanded to such an extent, how much influence does Chang'an have on Yang Xuan?

All checks and balances have become a joke!

What about Zhou?

Look at Zhou Zun, no one has ever seen him smile so freely.

yes!

His son-in-law became the king of Northern Xinjiang!

The key is that after the emperor, Yang Songcheng and others dealt cruel blows to the Zhou family, it seemed that the relationship between the two parties could never go back to normal.

Is Yang Songcheng afraid?

Someone glanced at Guozhang.

His face looked as usual.

The head of the Yang family in Yingchuan would lose his temper if something like this happened, and he would not be able to inherit the family for so many years.

Wang Douluo sighed suddenly.

"Then boy, how come you are so hated?"

This is irony!
To be continued...