"Master Qi, what do you think of this son?" Prince Zi Mo asked as he sat beside him.
"It's not easy for the Ninth Prince to rise up in such a short period of time, not only take over the Tianfeng Tower, but also the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue to take over the Fifth Prince and achieve the goal of Rong Ling.
However, His Highness the Crown Prince does not need to be anxious. When the time comes, I will give him a warning. If he is willing to work for His Highness the Crown Prince, then forget it. If not..." Then, the person whom the Crown Prince called Master Qi, did
He made a motion of wiping his neck.
"Hmm." Prince Zi Mo nodded.
To be honest, the imperial court was never stable.
The Minister of War held an army of 500,000 to suppress all directions. Moreover, these 500,000 troops were almost a private army, brought out by the Minister of War himself.
Forget it, the troops in the hands of King Tang were even more, a total of 700,000. The Ziyun Empire had 3 million troops, and a full 1 million to guard the border could not be deployed, and fell into the hands of the emperor.
, less than half of the remaining ones, and Ziyun is the weakest country among the ten countries and may be attacked by other top empires at any time, so life is actually not easy for Emperor Ziyun.
There are powerful enemies outside and trouble inside.
Prince Tang and the Minister of War held great power, which gave Emperor Ziyun a headache.
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The next day, Lin Changan tidied up a little, and then followed Zitan to the house of the Minister of War. Along the way, Zitan was also smiling bitterly.
"Everything is as expected by Mr. Donggang. There is chaos in Donggang and it is in urgent need of suppression. However, my father is unwilling to send the Zhendong Army stationed in Tianzi Chengtai, so he wants the Minister of War to go there. However, on the day before the battle, my father asked the civil and military officials,
Who wants to go to suppress Donggang? No one spoke to me, so it seems that my father really wants to beat the Minister of War." Zitan said.
Yes, all this is exactly the same as what Mr. said yesterday, exactly the same.
Sure enough, sir, he knows things like a god.
"Donggang, also known as Hong Kong, is famous for its rich perfume. It was ruled by the Red Flame Kingdom more than a hundred years ago. It returned to the Ziyun Empire twenty-one years ago. Because the Ziyun Empire and other empires have
There have been constant disputes between the two, leading to some people causing trouble inside, hoping to cause chaos in Donggang and split the Ziyun Empire. Now there is chaos in Donggang, with millions of masked people attacking and killing the imperial army."
Here, the red sandalwood also shakes the picture.
Because many of the troublemakers received benefits from other empires and turned into traitors.
These are all people from the Ziyun Empire, and the blood of their ancestors flows from the Ziyun Empire.
Now he does not admit that he is a member of the Ziyun Empire, and even humiliates him, masks him, and goes to attack and kill the imperial army.
"This is indeed a troublesome matter. If it is suppressed by force, then the country behind the chaos in Donggang will be able to stand up and declare war with Ziyun in order to liberate Donggang. But if you don't suppress it by force, it will be another big trouble."
Lin Changan opened his mouth and said.
This sentence also impressed Zitan. His father summoned their princes a few days ago and talked about these things, which was exactly the same as Lin Changan's analysis.
"It's normal that the Minister of War doesn't want to go. According to the current method, the 500,000 troops will have no other choice but to be consumed. If you are tough, you won't be able to accept softness." Lin Changan shook his head.
Lin Changan also hated those masked traitors in Donggang.
The Emperor of Heavenly Book has always hated only one kind of people, and that is betrayers.
Traitors are especially hateful.
"As the gentleman said, my father actually doesn't have much to do now. After all, Ziyun's current strength is still too small. If he really wants to go to war with other countries, he won't be able to gain much advantage." Zitan also shook his head helplessly. To be honest, he himself
Everyone wants to recapture Donggang, but they don't have the strength at all.
It is a difficult task for the Minister of War, let alone yourself?
The two came to the home of the Minister of the Ministry of War. It was not yet noon, and the huge courtyard was already full of guests. Similarly, as the Minister of the Ministry of War, the house he owned was not small, covering an area of ten acres of land.
A table of seventy or eighty people was set down, which was more than enough for a meal.
Of course, people like Lin Changan and Ninth Prince Zitan cannot be in the outer courtyard like other guests, but in the inner courtyard.
"It's the Minister of War's seventieth birthday. Zitan feels ashamed that he doesn't have any gifts. Well, I hope the Minister of War will accept these 3,000-year-old azure pine trees." Zitan opened his mouth and handed over the wrapped gift.
Standing in front of him was a man with a height of seven feet and an extremely burly body. He exuded a faint aura of solemnity from top to bottom, and his face had a five- to six-inch scar that penetrated his entire face.
Although he has a burly body, he has an extremely delicate face. If it weren't for that scar, people might think he is a handsome young man.
"I am very satisfied that the Ninth Prince can come." The Minister of the Ministry of War smiled bitterly. What kind of nonsense is a seventy-year-old birthday? For a cultivator, especially a powerful person like him, who is at the level of a venerable, it is actually still quite old.
It's smaller.
But if the emperor wants to celebrate his so-called seventieth birthday, there is nothing he can do even if he doesn't want to.
The Minister of War, Bai Piaopiao's father, is called Bai Ling.
His name has been changed. He had one name in the army, and another name after he left the army.
"Who is this?" Bai Ling immediately pointed to Lin Chang'an next to him, slightly confused, and asked.
"Oh, this is my husband, Lin Changan." Zitan quickly spoke and introduced Lin Changan in front of him.
"The Ninth Prince's husband? Lin Changan?" The Minister of the Ministry of War took a rare look at Lin Changan in front of him, with a faint gleam in his eyes.
It was not that he could not see the actions of the Ninth Prince in recent days. Moreover, this young man was often mentioned by his own daughter. He was a little curious as to what enabled this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to make Zitan rise so quickly, and even more so.
He asked his daughter, who has a very high vision, to praise her again and again.
"Well, Lin Changan has met Grand Sima." Lin Changan nodded slightly. As the prince's husband, he is not inferior to the Minister of War in terms of seniority.
"This is a top-grade fourth-grade elixir, a scar-repelling elixir. I hope Grand Sima will accept it." A faint smile appeared on Lin Changan's lips, and he handed over the bandaged elixir in his hand.
He knew early on that the scar on the Minister of War was left by a powerful person with a Venerable level and could not be cured by ordinary fifth-grade elixirs.
But, is it difficult to live in Lin Changan?
The Danwu-level fourth-grade top elixir crushed countless powerful fifth-grade elixirs.