"It turns out that it's King Zhao in person. I'm glad to meet him -"
Meng Gong first cupped his fists and saluted Wanyankang, and then began to look at Wanyankang in front of him with his eyes.
The "Dunwu Army" has been stationed in Yinzhou City for some time. As his nearest neighbor, Meng Gong certainly knows something about the King Zhao who is stationed in Kangcheng.
It's just that no matter how much information there is, it can't be as intuitive as face-to-face observation. He seemed to know the reason why His Highness King Yan asked him to come over.
"Haha, Meng Dutong's name is so famous to Xiao Wang! As Brother Guo said just now, Meng Dutong is the number one general under King Yan. From Xiao Wang's point of view, he should also be the number one general in Song Dynasty——
"
Regarding Meng Gong's background and experience, Wanyankang had certainly done his homework beforehand.
How can we allow others to snore on the side of the couch?
These two have been neighbors in Xixia for so long. Although it was the first time they met, they have been close friends for a long time.
After Meng Gong and Zhang Shijie met Wan Yankang, they stayed by the side in a polite manner. They also ate and drank for a long time, so they came to the Little Flower Hall just to accompany guests.
"Brother Wanyan, I didn't expect you to come to Guo's Luoyang City in your busy schedule. Let's not talk about anything else. How about trying this 'hero's drunk'? Shijie, you are responsible for pouring the wine-"
When something happened, the disciple obeyed him. After hearing the master's instructions, Zhang Shijie gave Wan Yankang, Guo Mo and Meng Gong a full bowl each.
Zhang Shijie is the eldest disciple of Guo Mo. Now the second disciple Wu Nantian, the third disciple Hu Yande, and even the fourth disciple Haji have started drinking, but this eldest disciple never drinks.
It's not that he can't drink, but he has to keep a clear mind at all times, especially in the army and in front of his master.
"Good wine, 'Heroes' Drunk'? What a good name - Brother Guo, how is this wine made? I have drunk a lot of good wines, but I have never experienced such a refreshing, mellow taste and fragrant fragrance on my teeth and cheeks as this wine.
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Wanyankang tasted it first, and after admiring it, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
After arriving in Luoyang City, especially after meeting Guo Mo, Wan Yankang was extremely confident about his own safety, and he would not doubt that Guo Mo would poison his wine.
From Wan Yankang's point of view, if Guo Mo wanted to harm him, he might kill him with just one palm, but he couldn't afford to waste such fine wine.
"Haha, Brother Wanyan will drink two more bowls if he thinks it tastes good. However, brewing this wine is not easy. I heard that a five-pound jar like this can only produce a thousand jars per month."
"The wine is good, but it consumes a lot of money. Only by selling this kind of wine for at least fifty taels of silver per jar can we recover the capital. I'm afraid the sales volume won't increase."
Guo Mo also took a sip gently and said with some sigh, as if he was worried that such a good wine could not be tasted by more wine lovers.
"Fifty taels of silver?"
Even though he was prepared, Wan Yankang was shocked by Guo Mo's offer.
You know, even the best liquor in Xixia rarely sells for twenty taels of silver for a ten-pound bottle. This "Hero Drunk" is actually five times the price?
Zhang Shijie wasted no time in giving Wanyankang another bowl. It was clear and sweet, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing. The color, aroma and taste were the only ones Wanyankang had ever seen in his life.
"Brother Guo, I wonder if you can give me 300 jars of this kind of wine every month? But I'm afraid there's not enough gold and silver. Can I exchange it for cattle, sheep or horses?"
After drinking such wine, Wan Yankang seemed to be able to predict that it would be difficult to swallow those turbid wines from now on.
"Um...Brother Wanyan, you have posed a big problem for me. The production itself is not enough. You will have to go to 300 altars every month."
"Forget it, you and I are old acquaintances. Even for the sake of my children, I can't refuse your request, can I?"
"Brother Wanyan can come here to congratulate me on my wedding ceremony. For this reason, this time I will give you fifty altars to take back. From now on, for the monthly supply of three hundred altars, you can go directly to Meng Dutong in Yinzhou.
Take it."
"Haha, thank you Brother Guo Gaoyi——"
Two gleams of light flashed in Wanyankang's eyes.
He asked for 300 jars of wine every month. Of course, he didn't drink it himself. Some of it was used to win over the arrogant and powerful generals under his command. Most of it, he wanted to make deals with Mongolia and Xixia.
In the past few years, Wan Yankang's army had maintained a delicate balance in Xixia territory, even though Xia was openly fighting against the Mongols, and secretly it was also doing business with the Mongols.
Guo Mo, on the other hand, would not pay attention to Wan Yankang and these little ninety-nine things. He was stunned to sell fifty times the price for something that originally cost less than one tael of silver.
If what is exchanged is cattle, sheep or horses, the cattle can be rented or sold to cultivate land, the sheep can naturally improve people's food, the good horses can be kept in the army, and the worse ones can be sold in the horse market.
Luoyang has been doing a good job in horse administration in recent years. Hundreds of horses are sold every day at the horse market in the east of the city, and the prices are much lower than those in Lin'an.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
"Brother Guo, I don't know what your purpose is in sending Meng Dutong to station in Yinzhou City? If there is anything that requires my brother's cooperation, just say it in person."
After several bowls of wine, Wanyankang gradually relaxed.
This time he took the risk and came to Luoyang City, not really to congratulate Guo Mo, but to seek answers from Guo Mo face to face.
Many years ago, he knew that Guo Mo wanted to capture the land east of Hedong, and at the same time pointed out a "clear way" for him to go to Xixia.
After several years, Guo Mo's army did not embarrass the troops under his command, but instead helped to contain the Mongolian army in Xixia to a great extent.
Now, Guo Mo's strongest "Dunwu Army" has actually been stationed in Yinzhou City, so what will be the next move?
"Hey, to be honest with Brother Wanyan, I am actually strongly opposed to this marriage in Xixia. It's not because I dislike the appearance of the 'Princess Yincheng', but because Xixia carries too much burden."
"The intention of the leader of the Xixia Kingdom is very obvious. He has sent Yinzhou's defense force here before we get married. After we get married, what kind of baggage might he throw over?"
"If the leader of the Xixia Kingdom one day feels that he is too tired to guard Xixia, and directly entrusts the entire Xixia country to him, do you think I should die of exhaustion?"
"Therefore, now we, the Song Dynasty, have no choice but to tighten our belts and save money to recruit more sergeants. It is expected that the size of the 'Dunwu Army' will expand to 100,000 in one year."
"In this way, we may be able to barely satisfy the demands of the Xixia leader. If not, I will have to send another 100,000 'Jingnan troops' there."
Threat, naked threat.
Meng Gong and Zhang Shijie who were standing next to them did not dare to laugh after hearing this and were holding back.
Guo Mo spoke very slowly, and there was even a strong sense of dissatisfaction inside. Xixia was trying to give him his territory, but Guo Mo was not willing to take over?
Wanyankang's heart sank completely.
The current situation has gradually become clearer.
The Great Jin Kingdom was already declining, and Mongolia also retreated from Hebei, but then they wanted to find a breakthrough from Xixia.
Xixia can still be said to be holding on to several important cities, but the actual area under its control is only one-third of the original.
Where should Wan Yankang go?
"Haha, His Highness King Yan is joking. If you have a hundred thousand 'Dunwu Army', it will be more than enough to sweep across the entire Xixia."
"My little brother is currently living in a small place in Kangcheng with the remaining soldiers and defeated generals. Your Highness, King Yan, is so talented and powerful. I wonder if you can give me some advice. What should I do next?"
Understanding Guo Mo's intention, Wan Yankang stopped calling him "Brother Guo" and directly called him "His Royal Highness King Yan".
A few years ago, it was at the Iron Gun Temple in Jiaxing that Guo Mo made some "heartfelt words" that later proved to be truly valuable.
Wan Yankang would not have thought that Guo Mo was the real "prophet of the unknown", but felt that the Song Dynasty must have a powerful intelligence organization that could completely control things thousands of miles away in his hands.
Now, if you lower your profile and ask Guo Mo for "a way out", aren't you asking about the other person's attitude towards you?
Guo Mo did not answer Wan Yankang immediately, but took a shallow sip of "Hero Drunk".
"Brother Wanyan, do you really want to hear my advice?"
"Of course, to be honest, this trip to Luoyang is, firstly, to congratulate His Highness, King Yan, and secondly, to seek advice from His Highness on how to settle down and live in peace. I hope His Highness will not hesitate to give you some advice——"
Wan Yankang said, stood up from the table and bowed respectfully to Guo Mo.
"Okay, if Brother Wanyan's words are true, then Guo will tell you."
"Reorganizing the Song Dynasty and unifying the country has always been the wish of Guo and even all the soldiers of the Song Dynasty. Since the fall of the Tang Dynasty, in the past few hundred years, various countries have stood up and conquered each other, and the people in the world have suffered.
"
"Guo Mo is not talented. He wants to lead his heroes and end the separatist regimes that have existed for hundreds of years. There will no longer be divisions between the Song Dynasty, the Jin Kingdom, and the Xixia Dynasty. I wonder if Brother Wanyan understands what I mean?"
Guo Mo said it very sincerely. He also said something similar in the military. The earliest one was when the "Dunwu Army" was first established.
Even so, listening to Meng Gong and Zhang Shijie again, I still feel the blood rushing through my body, and I wish I could mount my horse and raise my gun right now to charge into the battle for Guo Mo.
"This...His Royal Highness, King Yan, has such great ambition and courage, I don't think I can do that much--"
Wan Yankang's words were not compliments to Guo Mo, but words completely from the bottom of his heart.
Just imagine, while he himself was still thinking about how to survive, the other party already had more than 200,000 elites, and the Song Dynasty with huge manpower and financial resources was supporting him.
It seems that only Mongolia can compete with this advantage, right?
So, what kind of role should I play in this situation?
In the end, what will be his end?
"I understand what His Highness Prince Yan means, so my subordinates can only face the fate of being destroyed?"
The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. This has been the case since ancient times. There is only one strong person who can truly have the last laugh.
"Haha, that's not necessarily the case. Let's see how Brother Yan chooses——"
Guo Mo finally drank all the wine in the bowl. Today was his wedding day, but no one dared to drink from him. He didn't drink more than a few bowls at the end of the night.
"Oh, I would like to hear the details——"
Wan Yankang opened his eyes wide, and even Meng Gong and Zhang Shijie looked at Guo Mo intently, wanting to hear what advice he would give Wan Yankang.
"Actually, Brother Wanyan still has many choices, and death may not be the only way."
"Except Xixia, there is Xiliao to the west, Tubo to the southwest, and Mongolia to the north. There is even a wider continent of Europe across the Western Regions, and there is also a vast territory beyond Mongolia to the north, but it is just a little barren."
"If Brother Wanyan has this kind of thought and perseverance, he can definitely kill him and establish a foundation."
"Of course, the best place in the world is still where the Song Dynasty is located. In the future, Hebei, Guanzhong, Xixia, and Lingnan will also develop in less than a hundred years."
"If Brother Wanyan wants to stay in Xixia and has the ambition to unify, Guo is willing to help you. Except for Yinzhou, you should try your best to fight for other places."
"It doesn't matter whether we destroy Xixia or drive away the Mongols, I just have one request."
Hearing that Guo Mo could tolerate his unification of Xixia, Wanyankang's heart, which had already cooled down, became excited again.
"His Royal Highness, King Yan, has any requests, but it doesn't hurt to say -"
In the territory of Xixia, the Xixia army naturally did not take Wanyankang's eyes seriously. The only thing he was afraid of was the Mongolian army.
However, firstly, the Mongolian army is small in number, and secondly, it has to deal with the Xixia army at the same time. In addition, the Mongolian army fights on several fronts, and I am afraid that it will have to deal with the Song army in Hebei in the future.
Therefore, Wanyankang felt that he should have the opportunity to attack the opponent's Mongolian army in Xixia.
"My request is very simple, that is, if you really become the King of Xixia, Guo'er must be your only heir -"
"you--"
Wanyankang stood up angrily.
Wan Yankang was asked to fight to the death, drive out the Mongols, and destroy the Xixia people, but in the end he had to hand over the throne to Yang Guo.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although Yang Guo is also his son, his current surname is Yang, he is from Song Dynasty, and he is the apprentice of His Highness King Yan of the Song Dynasty.
If the throne is given to Yang Guo in the future, what is the difference between giving everything he owns to Guo Mo?
"Why, does Brother Wanyan think this condition is too much? As far as I know, although Brother Wanyan has had several wives in recent years, it seems that he only has two daughters now, right?"
"Even if I have another son in the future, do you think I, as a master, will not be able to capture Xixia for my disciple?"
Yes, now it is Guo Mo who is giving him Wanyankang advice. It is up to him whether he listens to it or not, but he cannot control what Guo Mo does.
"I will remember the words of His Highness King Yan, but this matter is of great importance. It affects the wealth and lives of tens of thousands of brothers under my command. I need to go back and discuss it in the long term."
"However, we hope that His Highness will fulfill our previous promise of three hundred altars of 'hero drunkenness' every month."
Guo Mo gave Wan Yankang several ideas, but unfortunately, he was not willing to accept any of them now, so he had to settle for the next best thing and talk about the "hero drunk" thing first.
"Haha, that's of course. Land grabbing is territory grabbing, and business is business. If Brother Wanyan's path is wide enough and we can get more horses, cattle and sheep, maybe I can get them to increase their output, too.
It’s unknown.”
Facing Wan Yankang, Guo Mo already has enough strength and confidence, it depends on how you choose.
Even if the worst outcome occurs, it will only add more trouble.
Wan Yankang left and got what he wanted to know, but it was not the result he wanted.
Guo Mo did not break his promise, and sent someone to deliver fifty altars of "Hero Drunk" the next day as a thank you for Wanyan Kang's congratulations.
By the time Guo Mo walked out of the small flower hall, it was almost the second watch. The people in Yanyan had already dispersed, and someone had arranged their residence.
"Master, it's getting late, you should go to Qiuxinyuan."
Seeing Guo Mo standing there in a daze, Zhang Shijie reminded him quietly from the side.
Zhang Shijie will be seventeen soon. In the Song Dynasty, it was common for people to get married and have children at this age.
However, Guo Mo's requirements for being a master are very strict, but no one under the age of 18 is allowed to get involved in the personal affairs of his children.
Of course, Zhang Shijie was focused on the art of war and martial arts, especially since he had just led King Yan's bodyguard, so he didn't care about anything else. Besides, he didn't meet the right person.
However, he has been following his master for several years and spent more time with his master, Huang Rong. In his eyes, only his master and his master are the perfect couple in the world.
Unfortunately, the identity and status of the master determine many things that he cannot fully control, even his own marriage.
Today's bride, Li Mochou, is also very familiar to Zhang Shijie. He can't say whether he likes her or not, but when compared with his wife, Huang Rong, he always feels that something is missing.
"Qiu Xin Yuan" is an independent courtyard in the back house. It has two entrances, dozens of houses, and an independent small garden.
Guo Mo got the name and split the word "chou" from Li Mochou. Li Mochou liked it very much and used it as today's bridal chamber and Li Mochou's future residence in Prince Yan's Mansion.
There are not many people living in "Qiu Xin Yuan". Four maids live in the front yard, but Xiao Longnu's room is arranged in the backyard.
The four boys who are responsible for serving here come on errands during the day and have their own accommodation at night.
"Autumn Heart Garden" is not far from Huang Rong's residence, only a dozen feet away. Guo Mo happened to pass by Huang Rong first when he came from the small flower hall.
Guo Mo hesitated for a moment before entering Huang Rong's residence, "Hongyu Pavilion".
This is also the work of Guo Mo. Xu grew up on Peach Blossom Island. Huang Rong had a special preference for peach blossoms, so she planted more than a dozen peach trees in the yard.
Over the past few years, every time the peach blossoms bloom, the garden is filled with fragrance.
After that, the flowers fell solidly, and pieces fell off wherever the wind blew, just like red rain, and red rain is another name for peach blossoms.
Therefore, Guo Mo chose the name "Hongyu Pavilion", which is just the same name.
From a distance, you can see that these are three courtyards side by side, with the "Hongyu Pavilion" in the middle and the largest.
Li Mochou's "Autumn Heart Garden" is on the right, but it is the smallest.
The independent courtyard on the left, although it also has two entrances, is larger in area than "Qiu Xin Yuan".
But the black door is still empty, with no name for the time being.
Everyone knows that this is reserved for the "Princess Yincheng" of Xixia.
In fact, Guo Mo wanted Li Mochou to live here. According to the entry order, Li Mochou can naturally live here.
When Li Mochou found out, she was moved, but she declined politely. She didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble to Guo Mo because of these trivial matters.
It's just a place to live, and it's not Li Mochou's style to distinguish between superior and inferior. As long as she can have a place in Guo Mo's heart, it is enough.
The lights were on in the "Hongyu Pavilion", and Huang Rong's figure was reflected in the window. She seemed to be reading under the light with a book in her hand.
Guo Mo pushed the door and it was locked from the inside.
"Rong'er, it's me——"
"Brother Mo, why are you here?——"
The voice was a bit abrupt, and Huang Rong's surprise and unexpectedness could be heard.
"Tonight is the wedding ceremony between you and your second sister, you'd better go over there quickly——"
Before Guo Mo could answer, he heard Huang Rong's voice again.
"I......"
Guo Mo wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.
"Go quickly. During the bridal chamber, the bride will be angry if she waits too long. I'm also sleepy and I'm going to sleep now."
Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps was heard in the room, and then the burning candle was blown out by Huang Rong.
"Hey, okay."
As a man in two lifetimes, Guo Mo has never encountered a situation like today.
He suddenly regretted why he didn't join everyone for a drink just now. If he was drunk now, maybe it would be better than being sober?
There are two big red lanterns hanging at the entrance of "Qiu Xin Yuan". They are much smaller than the two in Prince Yan's Mansion. They are also very low-key and far less ostentatious.
"Your Highness——"
As soon as I reached the door of "Qiuxin Garden", there were two maids standing there, stamping their feet and looking out from time to time.
"Why are you still waiting here in such a cold weather? Go back to the house quickly."
"My slave is not cold, my slave..."
Perhaps because I had just been sent to Prince Yan's Mansion, I suddenly heard Guo Mo's approachable words and didn't know how to reply.
Guo Mo also understood their embarrassing situation, so he simply walked inside without saying anything.
Passing through the second gate and arriving at the back house of "Qiu Xin Yuan", even under the eaves, everything is brightly red.
After all, this is the bridal chamber, and all the furnishings were arranged by Huang Rong.
The east wing on the right is Xiao Longnu's residence. The room is dark, she may have gone to bed long ago, but the door of the room in the middle is ajar.
Guo Mo took a deep breath again and smiled bitterly. Even now, he still couldn't believe that everything in front of him was true.
When I opened the door, I felt a warm feeling and a faint fragrance.
Guo Mo closed the door behind him, walked two steps to the east bedroom, opened the curtain and went in.
Two large sticks of red oil wax as thick as arms were burning enthusiastically, and from time to time there was the sound of lights beeping.
The bed curtains were bright red, and Li Mochou was also dressed in bright red, sitting there quietly.
She didn't hear the footsteps in the yard, but she heard the door being opened and closed, and she knew it was Guo Mo who was here.
The originally calm mood suddenly became tense.
At this time, Li Mochou didn't have the usual decisiveness to kill her. Her mind was filled with the words that the eldest sister once told her, and the little picture album with no beginning or end that the maid secretly stuffed into her last night.
Guo Mo came over and gently lifted the hijab on Li Mochou's head.
The beautiful woman is in front, with pink face and red lips, eyebrows that separate the sun and the moon, and eyes that turn towards her.
"Don't worry——"
"Brother Mo——"
...
The beauty in the makeup mirror borrows the jade lotus,
At the beginning, the eyebrows are evenly brushed with black moths.
There is an old blue bridge appointment in Yunying,
The fragrant breeze arrived in Daluo overnight.
...
As the old saying goes, whether you have money or not, it’s better to have a wife to celebrate the New Year.
Guo Mogna was His Royal Highness King Yan of the Song Dynasty. Naturally, he was not without money, but he also took in a concubine before the arrival of the New Year.
This New Year, the Palace of Prince Yan was extremely lively, not only because there was an additional mistress, but also because an important civil and military officer under Guo Mo was kept alive by him for five days.
It was not until the sixth day of the first lunar month that everyone was allowed to leave.
During this period, Guo Mo took Zhao Rushu, Cheng Ju and Meng Gong to talk in detail for at least two hours with the three strategic pacifiers and the three governors respectively.
How to educate the local area, how to select talents and employ people, how to balance agriculture and commerce, how to recruit and train soldiers, how to advance bravely, how to seize the opportunity...
In the eyes of everyone, Guo Mo seemed to be an all-rounder. Fortunately, Zhao Rushu had been prepared. He and Lao Cheng Ju took turns to sort out the matters Guo Mo mentioned in detail.
They also asked Feng Mofeng's generals to be the supervisors and engrave them on engravings. They felt that these were rare summaries of experience and should be seen by more civil and military officials of the Song Dynasty and learn from them.
Our miserable Prime Minister, on the day of Guo Mo's wedding, got drunk with old Cheng Ju in a gorgeous way.
When I woke up the next day, I actually had a high fever, felt exhausted, and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea.
After all, he was over sixty years old, and he was used to being pampered. He supported it with all his strength, and traveled more than two thousand miles. Even though he was sitting in a carriage, it was still bumpy.
Now that we've reached the right place, but also a heavy drink, Old Man Shi's body can't stand it at all.
Fortunately, there was no shortage of good doctors in Prince Yan's palace. Guo Mo even diagnosed and treated him personally, prescribed some medicines, and finally recovered after a few days of recuperation.
After sending off all the civil and military personnel under his command, Guo Mo took Li Mochou with him to formally pay homage to Shi Miyuan.
Perhaps after getting her wish and marrying the person of her dreams, Li Mochou actually let go of her hatred towards Shi Miyuan, just as Guo Mo advised her.
No matter how many evil things Shi Miyuan has done, he has adopted Li Mochou for so many years and even tried his best to send her to Zhongnan Mountain's "Tomb of the Living Dead" to learn martial arts.
This New Year is the most unique New Year that Shi Miyuan has ever lived.
The place he lived in was naturally quite luxurious, but few people said a word to him. The only person who could often come to see him, except for the doctor who asked about medicine every day, was Zhao Rushu.
We are all elderly, and we can be considered people who have experienced heavy storms. Regardless of the immediate interests, we can still find some beautiful things in the memories of the past.
When people get older, they naturally like to reminisce more, right?
"Father, are you feeling better?"
When Guo Mo and Li Mochou arrived, Shi Miyuan had just had breakfast and was sitting in a rocking chair he had never seen before. A ray of sunlight shone into the room, holding a book in his hand and thinking about something.
"It's Mochou, oh, King Yan is here too——"
Shi Miyuan struggled to sit up, not because he respected Guo Mo as the King of Yan, but because he didn't want to show his weak side in front of this political enemy.
"Let me do it-"
Guo Mo got ahead of Li Mochou, stepped forward and helped Shi Miyuan up, and helped him walk to the Nuan Pavilion.
A cup of hot tea, with a refreshing fragrance.
"Prince Yan, my life is hanging in the balance in your city of Luoyang."
"Haha, Prime Minister, please don't say that. If you really have bad intentions in my city of Luoyang, I'm afraid I, Guo Mo, won't be able to escape even if I jump into the Yellow River."
The two of them didn't give in to the other, they were completely tit for tat, while Li Mochou remained silent and carefully poured tea and water for the two of them.
"A man as rich as Shi Xiang has traveled more than two thousand miles, and I'm afraid he's not just here to attend the wedding between me and Mochou."
Guo Mo quietly held Li Mochou's hand that had nowhere to rest, feeling a hint of tension and coldness. He knew the weakness in her heart at this moment.
"Haha, since His Highness King Yan asked so straightforwardly, I don't want to beat around the bush. I have only one purpose in coming to Luoyang. I want to cooperate with King Yan!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Shi Miyuan changed from his previous morbid state, as if he was a lion that had been dormant for a long time, and suddenly the hair on his body stood up.
Guo Mo took the teapot from Li Mochou and poured himself a cup.
All year round, he could only drink green tea and scented tea. Guo Mo suddenly missed his favorite Pu'er in later generations.
"Cooperation? I and Shi Tong are ministers in front of the official family. They assist the official family with both civil and military affairs. Aren't we already cooperating?"
Guo Mo pretended not to understand the meaning of Shi Miyuan's words and ignored him.
"Why does Your Highness Prince Yan reject me thousands of miles away? Mochou is my adopted daughter, and now she is your concubine. We can be considered a family behind closed doors."
"Half a son-in-law, to be disrespectful, my relationship with the King of Yan at this time seems to be closer than the relationship between the King of Yan and the official family of the Song Dynasty, right?"
"Although you are the King of Yan, it's a pity that you are just an adopted son of an official family. The most ruthless emperor's family, let alone an adopted son like you?"
"To put it harshly, you are just a knife and a tool in his hand. There is also a prince above him. Although he is not a son of an official, he is a serious member of the Zhao and Song royal family."
"Moreover, I also heard that an official in his late sixties actually made the beauty in the palace pregnant with dragon seed."
"Just imagine, if you give birth to a prince, he will be a legitimate son of an official family. The position of prince will naturally change hands. And you, the King of Yan, who has a lot of troops, how can the old official family not give it to you before it becomes prosperous?
Are the arrangements in place?"
"You must know that on the shore of the West Lake, the songs of injustice are still heard in the Fengbo Pavilion, and the 'unfounded' charges will not only be placed on Yue Pengju."
Shi Miyuan said so much in one breath, and he also picked up the teacup from the table.
It was made from a serious official kiln, but its texture was not as good as the tea bowl he had left in Lin'an Mansion and used for many years.
Guo Mo was a little surprised after hearing these words. He looked at Li Mochou next to him and saw Li Mochou shaking her head at him gently and without any trace.
That means she didn't tell Shi Miyuan anything about Guo Mo's secret.
No wonder this is the case.
Guo Mo suddenly felt sympathy, or pity for the old man in front of him.
He already understood what "cooperation" Shi Miyuan just said meant. Is this to give himself a "yellow robe"?
"What the Prime Minister said is not unreasonable, but everything that Guo Mo has now is due to the government. As the saying goes, if the king orders the minister to die, the minister has to die, and if the father orders the son to die, the son has to die."
"The official family and Guo Mo, he is both the king and the father. If there is a day that history says, Guo Mo will just hand over everything now."
Guo Mo said it so sternly that he almost believed it himself.
"Hahaha - people say that His Highness King Yan is so wise and different from ordinary people. When I see him today, I know that the rumors cannot be believed!"
Hearing Guo Mo say this, Shi Miyuan laughed and even showed more regret.
"King Yan, even if you can give up yourself, what about your family?"
"Where are your wives and concubines? Where are your children?"
"Young man, wake up - you are no longer alone. If you die, all your relatives will follow in your footsteps."
"this......"
Guo Mo's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if full of helplessness and helplessness.
“I don’t know how the history minister can teach me?”
In the room, the three of them were silent for a cup of tea, and no one spoke.
Suddenly, Guo Mo seemed to have figured out something. His eyes lit up with determination, and he seemed to have an infinite longing for the future.
"Well, children can be taught—"
Shi Miyuan picked up the half-drunk teacup and gestured to Guo Mo.
Guo Mo quickly got up and filled a cup of tea for him himself.
"Since you are not alone now, you might as well just become a 'lonely person'."
"You need to know, princes, generals and prime ministers, would you rather have the seed?"
"What--"
Guo Mo opened his eyes wide and looked at Shi Miyuan in disbelief. The tea cup in his hand accidentally dropped to the ground...