Although Song Hui is talented, after all, she grew up in the mansion of the Song Clan and has not experienced many big scenes. Without training, talents are limited after all. If she wants to rebuild the Song Clan by herself, it can only be said that she has been dazzled by ambition. But if it was Song Zining instead, it would be a completely different story.
Building a new Song family, no, it should be the Song family, sounds like a good idea. It would be great if Song Zining could have a new start through this.
Song Hui secretly looked at Qianye's expression from the side, and asked in surprise, "Aren't you angry?"
"Why should I be angry?" Qianye was a little puzzled.
"Because I plan to poach Seventh Brother away! As the head of the Xin Song family, he has devoted a lot of energy to this side. It is impossible for him to throw himself on your dark fire every day like before."
"If he likes it, how can I object?" Qianye said.
"Well, you two have a really good relationship."
This was another sentence that made Qianye want to hit someone. He kicked Song Hui out and asked her to go to the adjutant to break up the officer corps into the army. This is a time-consuming matter, and it can't be done in a few days.
It took a few more days to completely occupy Liao City. The three or four thousand mercenaries brought by Qianye were like a handful of salt thrown into the sea in such a big city, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye. When it is not enough to guard some key departments and important workshops, the internal and external defense of the city is even more out of the question.
Fortunately, Qianye holds the fleet in his hand, there is a floating battleship hovering over the city at all times, and there are elite troops on the ground on standby at any time, so he is not worried that local riots will turn into real riots.
Nan Ruohuai continued to visit various families in the city and major commercial workshops non-stop these days. The cleansing of the most stubborn families in the past two days was quite effective, and no one dared to reject him openly. But Nan Ruohuai gave it without eloquence, but his attitude was always modest and gentle, which gave people a very sincere feeling.
After all, he is the son of King Zheng, a prince registered in the Ming Dynasty, the lack of succession qualifications is nothing more than his mother's position, but everyone knows that the harem position comes from the power of the previous dynasty. What's wrong? Many people expressed their allegiance soon, and the situation in Liao City quickly calmed down. Several large workshops were already preparing to resume work, and the principals of several other large commercial firms also came to visit one by one to see what would happen to Qianye. orders.
When seeing Qianye goodbye, Nan Ruohuai was originally full of joy and was ready to be praised, but he didn't expect to see Qianye sitting behind the table with a faint cloud on his face.
Nan Ruohuai suddenly stopped thinking about asking for credit, and asked cautiously, "Master Qianye, but is there anything I can't do well?"
Qianye glanced at him and said, "You've done a good job, but it's still not enough for me."
Nan Ruohuai boldly asked: "Then what should I do?"
Qianye said: "The chaos in the Zheng Kingdom is due to the scramble for the throne. If you ascend to the throne of King Zheng, how will you deal with your elder brothers?"
Nan Ruohuai thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and said: "The other brothers and sisters are fine. The second brother, the fifth brother and the eleventh brother who are currently the most vocal contenders for the position must die! Even if they are kept, they will most likely turn against them in the future. If you want a state of Zheng that can fully support your great cause, that's all you can do."
Qianye asked again: "Okay, clean them up. Then uproot them, or just kill yourself?"
This question stumped Nan Ruohuai, he thought for a long time, and said: "If you only punish yourself, their family members will definitely feel resentment, and their in-laws and old friends are connected. After all, their descendants have royal blood. There are subordinates who are not willing to continue to support them. If this continues, I am afraid that there will be no peace. But if the involvement is too extensive, but too many people will be killed, not to mention that many subordinates are only following orders, and they have no choice. Maybe it is between the two It would be better to make a choice.”
Qianye nodded, and said: "I don't want to waste too much time in Zheng Guo, once Yongye finds out about our movements, they may make big moves. So, I don't have so much time to spend time with your brothers Sisters, how about this, you go to draw up a list, similar to Yuanjing city lord, Liaocheng city lord who is so stubborn, put them on the list."
Nan Ruohuai shivered, lowered his head deeply, and said, "Yes, my lord."
Qianye glanced at him, and said: "You are not even a general now, and it will be difficult to convince the public if you sit in a big position. However, your talent accumulation is quite good, and I still have some auxiliary medicines on hand. You don't need it these days." Run around, concentrate on advancing to the rank of warrior. I will mark a training area for you in the Hall of Valor."
Nan Ruohuai was pleasantly surprised, but also slightly disappointed, and said, "Thank you, my lord!"
It is the dream of every soldier to advance to the rank of warrior, but advancing with auxiliary drugs will more or less affect the future potential. However, there were not many kings of Zheng in the past who became great generals. Nan Ruohuai knew that he had no hope of being a great general, so he didn't resist. Compared with a big position, a little unknown potential is nothing.
Qianye got up, and said with his hands behind his back: "If things are going to go smoothly, those who are lucky have to understand that they can't do anything. You Zheng Guo, right now your second brother is the one who is most vocal in the fight for the position?"
"Yes, he was originally born to the concubine Yu Guifei, who is the most beloved by the father. He is also smart and hardworking, and married the granddaughter of the national teacher, so he received the full support of the national teacher. From the point of view, the national teacher is the second brother's greatest help .”
"National Teacher? Is that Liu Zhongyuan?"
"Yes. Liu Shi has been appointed as a national teacher for more than 30 years, and has a very high reputation in the country. In all fairness, the second brother's military power and government affairs are not particularly outstanding. Only with the support of the national teacher can he become the most promising Candidates for the position. In terms of politics and military affairs alone, there are several elder brothers who are not inferior to him."
"That is to say, as long as Liu Zhongyuan is still there, you will not be able to become King Zheng."
"Yes."
Qianye nodded and said: "That's the case, then don't make any more detours. You send Liu Zhongyuan a letter, saying that after seven days, I will fight him outside the gate of the capital. If you dare not come If you don't, then you will remove the name of the national teacher and stop meddling in state affairs."
Nan Ruohuai was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Absolutely not! The national teacher is a god general, sir, you can't put yourself in danger!"
Now Qianye is his biggest backer, if something happens to Qianye, he will definitely not end well.
"God general? They are all a hundred years old, and they are just god generals. What's the problem?"
Nan Ruohuai bite the bullet, and persuaded again: "Why don't you invite Your Excellency Carol to fight."
"This kind of trivial matter doesn't need her."
Within a few days, the news that Qianye was going to challenge the national teacher Liu Zhongyuan caused a sensation in the entire Zheng Kingdom. The princes from all walks of life were already extremely shocked by Nan Ruohuai's rocket-like rise, and even the few princes in the front were slowing down their fighting with each other, wanting to see where the help of this useless brother came from.
As a result, as soon as the news that the second prince's lair had been raided arrived, it was reported that Qianye had challenged Liu Zhongyuan by name. Therefore, the second prince was in a very bad mood these few days, not only threw all his beloved vases and antiques, but also beheaded two concubines. If Liaocheng is occupied, the second prince will lose half of his strength. If Liu Zhongyuan loses again, then the second prince will have lost his fortune and will have no chance to turn around.
Someone like him who was originally very popular and who failed to fight for the position would end up worse than ordinary people. No matter who came to the position, there was absolutely no possibility of keeping him and his descendants.
After the attack, the second prince ordered his servants to find out Qianye's details at all costs, to see who dared to act so boldly and challenge the national teacher.
Liu Zhongyuan served as the national teacher of Zheng Guo for more than 30 years, and his reputation was even higher than that of King Zheng, and his strength was also said to be higher than that of King Zheng. In the state of Zheng, Liu Zhongyuan was like a pinnacle of Dinghai. Not to mention himself, no one dared to provoke even his disciples and grandchildren on weekdays.
The existing information shows that Qianye has not yet advanced to the rank of God General. Thinking of this, the second prince felt a little relieved.
Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and the day of the battle had arrived.
Before dawn, there was already a sea of people outside the east gate of the capital, even the city wall that strictly prohibited idlers from entering or leaving was full of people. Most of these people are prominent figures in the city, each with supernatural powers and means to go to the city, and even the city defense army is unwilling to offend.
Those who have no skills can only find a place outside the city and stretch their necks, lest they miss something.
At 7 o'clock in the morning, the east gate of the capital opened wide, and groups of warriors in white uniforms with swords and guns came out. Dozens of people in front carried brooms and buckets to sweep the floor and sprinkle water to clear the road and dust. Dozens of people in the middle held the red carpet in their hands and spread it piece by piece on the cleaned ground, creating a large piece of gorgeous palace-like flat ground in a blink of an eye.
Then dozens of people held wooden boards of various components to build a platform as high as one person. Another eight strong warriors jointly lifted a high chair, jumped onto the platform, and gently lowered the throne.
The material of the throne is extraordinary, it looks neither gold nor wood, it is extremely heavy, I don't know what it is made of.
When the throne was in place, the white-robed warriors lined up on both sides of the high platform, standing still.
This table and this chair are all prepared for the national teacher. It's just that the stage has been set up, but the chairs are empty, everyone waited for a while, but still did not see the national teacher appearing, they couldn't help feeling a little commotion. However, those hundreds of white-robed warriors are all disciples and grandchildren of the national teacher, all of them are well-off and powerful, standing in one place with hundreds of them, no one dares to provoke them.
Just when everyone's necks were sore from waiting, a long bell rang in the city, and it turned out that it was already eight o'clock. This time is the time when the city gate is normally opened. The four gates of the capital are not closed on weekdays, but now that the princes are fighting for the throne, just in case, the capital has returned to the old system, closing the door at midnight and opening it in the morning.
Before the bell rang, everyone suddenly felt that their eyes were dazzled, and there was one more person on the throne. He has a wide robe with long sleeves, white clothes fluttering, beard and hair like snow, but the skin on his face is like a baby's. He is the national teacher Liu Zhongyuan.
Liu Zhongyuan has shaken Zheng Guo for decades, but now he descended from the sky like a god, no one can really see clearly how to enter the arena. When it was confirmed that the national teacher was on the scene, there was a tsunami of cheers outside the east gate.
The national teacher had arrived, but Qianye hadn't moved, and everyone immediately cursed.
A middle-aged white-robed warrior came to Liu Zhongyuan and asked softly, "Master, what should we do now?"
Liu Zhongyuan closed his eyes, and said calmly: "It's still early, what's the rush? Just wait until noon. Even if they are barbarians, we practitioners must not lose our etiquette and self-restraint."
The middle-aged samurai looked ashamed and even claimed it was. Liu Zhongyuan sat calmly with his eyes open and closed, as if he could sit forever.
Seeing that the national teacher is so calm, the confidence of the audience is even stronger.
After a while, when the crowd became increasingly anxious, someone suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted: "What is that!?"
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a dark cloud in the distant sky, approaching rapidly.