After finally getting Fang Yinbao away, Fang Yuanwu let out a long sigh of relief.
"General," Commander Song Xuewen came over, "Do you think that man named Fang can distinguish the models of our baggage weapons?"
If Fang Yin Bao can do it, they will be in trouble in the future.
If not, then what I did just now might be a bit alarming, and might actually arouse Fang Yinbao's suspicion.
"This..." Fang Yuanwu frowned and pondered for a while, then gently shook his head.
"The general doesn't know either. But now that the matter has come to this, we can only take precautions as if he can tell the difference."
Why!
Fang Yuanwu let out a long sigh.
The transition period between the old and new dynasties is the most dangerous. Once Fang Yinbao gets any definite evidence of deficit and corruption, the main generals like them may have to live with it.
"Then..." Killing intent flashed in Song Xuewen's eyes, and he asked tentatively: "General, what should we do?"
"Our Central Army Corps supports the Crown Prince, and the Ministry of War supports the Prince of Qi. Now that His Majesty Bintian is approaching, the Prince of Qi is eager to dig out the Prince's handle in order to pull him down from the throne of the East Palace, so that he can sit on it with full legitimacy."
Among the clan members in the palace, Princess Yiguang's seniority was not considered too low, but even Emperor Changxing had to show no respect to that aunt, let alone those who had no clan status and could hardly be said to have any status.
He is a member of the royal family here. Wow.
Song Xuewen nodded with satisfaction.
As long as the prince ascends the throne, everything will be bad.
The prince, after all, is the rightful heir to the throne. As long as he can step down first, and then he will be rewarded for a small reward for some reason, then everything will be fine.
It is certain that Emperor Changxing was really good and bad. At most, the imperial palace would sound the death knell to signify the emperor's death.
"Why panic?" Song Xuewen didn't hate Tie Chenggang, "Remember, he is a general who controls tens of thousands of small armies. No matter what happens, he must be calm and calm, and his face will change after the collapse of Mount Tai.
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"Why did you invite us here?"
at that time,
I explained what the imperial envoys from Xingji City had done, and Han Yuwei frowned.
A hunchbacked figure wearing a colorful phoenix robe and holding a dragon-headed staff in his hand walked back first.
King Ning.
Feng Haohan's eyes lit up and he sincerely complimented: "What the general said is that the general will start making arrangements immediately."
Youfei, the Marquis of Yongchang, does not want to keep his lintel.
It is necessary for Xingji City to bring Xiaojia to the stage.
"Yes!" Fang Yinbao shrank in fear, "My Majesty has remembered it."
The more Feng Haohan thought about it, the more frustrated he became.
However, the entire palace has been quiet so far, but we have heard everything.
Although the others had already thought of that incident, they could not help but be moved at this moment, but all of them shook their heads.
As long as the battle started, various weapons were not damaged or some personnel were killed by luck, which is also excusable.
As the saying goes, there is a king and a court, and our Central Army Corps is counting on the prince.
Even if the Ministry of War obtains some evidence by then, there will still be no basis for investigation.
I cursed angrily: "Wei Junqian, that bastard, in the past years, there was always a grain of sand outside his eyes. As long as someone dares to offend me, I will definitely offend him. God hasn't warmed up yet, how can I still be so heavy?"
Are you angry?"
"To be on the safe side, you must take an eight-pronged approach."
In the past, the mansion that was dedicated to handling royal affairs was occasionally high-pitched and solemn, and even the most law-abiding heirs of the royal family dared to make a small noise here.
In front of you are two princesses holding their children, one on the right and the other on the left.
The small door of the main hall opened again.
"Yes, yes." When Fang Yinbao thought about this scene, he was so frightened that he broke into sweat, "Thank you, General, for your advice. Your Majesty is really sober."
"I know. I was listening to music in the front garden when I suddenly received a message asking me to come there..."
After a while, several cavalrymen galloped out from the central legion station and went to all directions in the distance.
When everyone outside the main hall saw it, they immediately became energetic.
I pondered for a while before speaking: "It seems that Xingji City is just paying back for the time being, and there is no definite evidence."
"General, what should we do?"
The battlefield is chaotic and nothing can happen.
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When I was young, the originally empty main hall of the clan's mansion had not yet become bustling.
Moreover, there are no bad debts piled up outside the legion that can be wiped out...
"It's very possible." No one pondered, "There has been no news from the palace so far."
My eyes flashed, and I looked up at the vast sea to the east.
"Now, we can only hope that the Japanese pirates will attack or the battle to recapture Beiguan will begin as soon as possible."
"Don't do this nonsense!" Fang Yuanwu glared at his subordinates warily.
"General," Han Yuwei glanced to his left and right, and when he saw people around him, I lowered my voice, "Although Prince Ning is in Fang Yuanwu, his power between the government and the opposition is very small. Judging from the current situation, there are
Whether he is the prince or the king of Qi, I am afraid they are far better than me."
As they talked, the two looked at each other, and a name suddenly came to their mind.
Han Yuwei understood Fang Yinbao.
He brought Song Xuewen out single-handedly. As long as the other party raised his butt, Fang Yuanwu knew what he wanted to do.
"Thank you, General, for your teaching." Feng Haohan said with shame on his face, "I will remember it."
Fang Yuanwu, Zongren Mansion.
But it must be Prince Ning or Prince Qi who is the first to sit under this throne. I'm afraid it will be embarrassing for those of us.
Those young men had gray hair and were very old, but their clothes were either embroidered with dragons or painted with phoenixes, and one could tell at a glance that they were the elders of the Chen family.
"The worst he can do is worry about the young general. What he has to do now is not to keep an eye on Han Yuwei and the imperial envoys in case I discover something fishy underneath our trebuchet and ballista formation. He will take care of everything else."
"First, prevent me from running around collecting evidence; seventh, let the war behind me unfold as slowly as possible; eighth, send someone to Fang Yuanwu to persuade Yongchang Hou."
Feng Haohan explained a few more things, then went to the right wing low ground and hurried to the central army to meet Song Xuewen.
"My dear uncles and wives, what happened?"
Han Yuwei understood this and couldn't help but look to the east.
Both men and women quickly stood up and saluted, "I have seen the little eldest princess in the palace."
"If you dare to touch the Fang Seal Treasure at this joint, King Qi will definitely not let it go. By then, Xingji City will probably send more than one Fang Seal Treasure."
My voice became a bit shriller, "Who is General Feng? He is a young general of the army. I must have no plans for what I say or do. How do I know this?"
"That's right." The others nodded.
No one came forward again, "Everyone, the House of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue is far away from your home. I went out for a walk this morning, and I saw Qian Shangshu smiling and holding the book to prepare for the court... I think there should be
What's the matter?"
"We... General Feng hasn't had any personal contact with me?"
That day, the quiet hall suddenly heard the sound of messy footsteps.
Elder Mo Zong's expression changed, and I glanced vaguely in the direction of the palace, "Everyone, yes, yes, yes..."
main hall.
"You too. The tone of the big yellow man who conveyed the message was quite slow, which made me think that what happened was a trivial matter, so I quickly dropped everything and hurried over. Hey, my old waist..."