"Your Majesty, Bao Xiyuan, please." After Lu Tiansuo left, the eunuch whispered outside the door.
Li Tong was rubbing his eyebrows, and the continuous arrangement made him a little tired.
He didn't expect that at this moment, Bao Xiyuan would come to see him.
Bao Xiyuan is more stubborn than Lu Tiansuo, and it is even more disgusting for Li Tong.
But now is the time to hire people, let's listen to what he is going to say.
"Xuan." Li Tong adjusted his state and said.
Soon, Bao Xiyuan walked into the imperial study room.
"Weichen sees your Majesty." Bao Xiyuan bowed deeply, not directly kneeling down like Lu Tiansuo.
Li Tong frowned slightly, but didn't say much.
"Aiqing saw me, what happened?" Li Tong asked.
"Weichen wants to discuss two imperial edicts with your majesty." Bao Xiyuan said bluntly.
Li Tong's eyebrows frowned deeper.
"Say."
"The first imperial decree, the minister wants to make your majesty be wary of looking at the north tower, and it is best to let a part of the imperial forest guard directly guard the north tower. At the same time, the minister also holds a special army in his hands, and hopes that his majesty can replace this army. Name rectification."
Li Tong's face suddenly changed: "How can you hold an army?"
Bao Xiyuan said without changing his face: "This is the arrangement of the first emperor."
"Father..." Li Tong's fingers trembled slightly, and he realized that after all, he still didn't know the emperor enough. How much deployment did he make? There is even an army hidden in the city of Chang'an that you don't know about
Bao Xiyuan said: "In fact, your Majesty does not need to worry too much. This army is not as strong as your Majesty thought, because it is an army composed entirely of black rats."
Li Tong's eyes widened, and he felt that he heard the heavenly book: "Black rat?"
Bao Xiyuan explained: "Every city has black rats, and Chang'an City is no exception, but has your Majesty discovered that the black rats in Chang'an City do not cause trouble, and the public security in Chang'an City is much better than that of other capitals. The reason is simple. All the black rats in Chang'an City have been integrated by your majesty to form a special army, and the ministers are the commanders of this army. It’s just that they have their own rules of operation, and the ministers hardly How to intervene."
Li Tong swallowed. The information Bao Xiyuan said was a bit subverting his three views. He finally realized that he was still too tender. He thought that the peace of Chang'an City depended on his own majesty, but he didn't expect the Emperor to take his place long ago. I took care of everything, including even the most shameless black rat. "
Bao Xiyuan continued: "The army formed by black rats does not have much combat effectiveness. That is not what they are good at. But black rats also have their own advantages, which are destruction, obstruction, and interference. Rats can play a big role. They know everything about Chang'an City very well, enough to ensure the stability of Chang'an City."
Li Tong took a deep breath to calm his mind. He was indeed surprised by the news, but as an emperor, his ability to endure in his heart was not comparable to others. He quickly accepted this fact and said: "I disagree."
Now it was Bao Xiyuan's turn to be surprised, "Your Majesty, why?"
"It's very simple, Chang'an City will not be chaotic, Wangbei Tower will not be reversed." Li Tong said firmly.
Bao Xiyuan said: "I don’t know where your majesty’s self-confidence comes from. When the first emperor was there, he never gave up his vigilance against Wangbei Tower.
Arrived at your Majesty's place, but surely hope that the North Tower will not turn back? The temple has already participated in the war, even if Wangbei Tower is under the control of my Datang, they will belong to the temple after all! Once the temple has issued an edict to them, will your majesty be 100% sure that Zhu Haoyun will not turn back? "
Li Tong said: "You don't need to remind me! I said that if the North Tower will not turn back, then it will definitely not turn back! Don't think about this will, and let's say the next one.
Bao Xiyuan opened his mouth, but in the end it only turned into a sigh, and then continued: "Second perseverance, I hope that your Majesty will allocate a real army to me."
Li Tong asked, "What are you going to do?"
Bao Xiyuan said: "Weichen is going to the south."
"Southern? Are you going to help Tao Chuankai?" Li Tong said, "Do you think this war can be reversed by a small force? I don't want to give up the southern border, but I can't help it. Qi has a strong national strength. Second only to Datang. Unless Marshal Meng is transferred over, the southern border will inevitably fall. Even if you bring troops to support you, it will only be moths fighting the fire."
Bao Xiyuan said: "Weichen naturally knows, but weichen still wants to ask your prince to go down and let the Weichen go and support Tao Chuankai."
Li Tong's voice was already a little cold, "Give me a sufficient reason, otherwise I will get out of here."
Bao Xiyuan sighed and said, "Weichen just doesn't want to let the people in the southern border feel cold, and weichen just wants them to know that Datang has not given up on them."
Li Tong's body shook.
This is punishing the heart.
As the emperor of Datang, he took the initiative to abandon the people in the southern border, but Bao Xiyuan, a courtier, wanted to lead his troops to death calmly, just to tell those people that Datang did not abandon them.
Li Tong's mood suddenly became very depressed. He turned around and didn't want Bao Xiyuan to see his face, "I have no soldiers available."
"Weichen only needs five hundred rides." Bao Xiyuan said.
After a long period of silence, Li Tongcai said, "I will assign five hundred Profound Armies to you. I will do the rest for myself."
For the first time, Bao Xiyuan knelt in front of Li Tong: "Weichen will give thanks!"
Li Tong closed his eyes, his expression slightly pained.
…
About three hundred miles west of Chang'an City, there is a mountain called Xuni Mountain.
The mountain is not very high, and the altitude is about four to five hundred meters. There are several villages at the foot of the mountain. They are still lively on weekdays, but now there are fighting everywhere, and there is almost no laughter in the village. Can't see the light anymore.
However, there is a bright light on the back of Mount Xuni.
Meng Zhulu led his two thousand soldiers and set up camp here.
The central location of the camp is Meng Zhuilu's Chinese army account.
The army doctor is checking the pulse of Meng Zhulu.
Several adjutants stood aside, extremely nervous.
The longer the pulse diagnosis time, the more ugly the doctor's face became.
Finally someone couldn't help it, and took the initiative to ask: "Doctor, what is the body of the Marshal?"
The doctor let go: "The Japanese marching has done a lot of harm to the Marshal's body, and the old man can only prescribe a few medications to help with the conditioning. The key is to see the Marshal himself."
Meng Zhulu put down his sleeves and said faintly: "Just tell me, how long does this handsome have to live?"
The doctor dared not speak.
Meng Zhulu smiled and said, "Don't worry, just say it."
The doctor licked his lips and said, "It's a conservative estimate, three months."
The other adjutants immediately became angry, and one of them rushed over and grabbed the doctor's collar, "What are you talking about?"
Meng Zhulu scolded: "What are you doing, let go of the doctor."
The adjutant loosened the doctor's collar.
Meng Zhulu signaled the doctor to leave, and then said to the adjutants: "Okay, why are all those frowning, isn't it still three months? This handsome has been alive long enough, and he can still do something for Datang before he died. This life is enough. Go out and call in Jiang Ziyi."
The adjutants filed away, and a short while later a hairy boy ran in, "Marshal, are you looking for me?"
Meng Zhulu patted the position beside him: "Come and sit down."
Jiang Ziyi walked over and sat down, "Marshal, are you getting better?"
Meng Zhulu said, "Don't talk about me. Have you learned all the things that you taught you a few days ago?"
Jiang Ziyi nodded: "Learn it."
"Show it to me." Meng Zhulu said.
"Good." After Jiang Ziyi finished speaking, he jumped up and began to use the things Meng Zhulu taught him in the house.
Meng Zhulu nodded while watching.
He discovered this kid by accident, and he was shocked when he first met. No one can match this kid's talent among the people Meng Zhulu met in this life. Even Zhou Fei had to be subdued in front of Jiang Ziyi.
So Meng Zhulu kept him by his side and taught him carefully.
According to Meng Zhulu's plan, he was going to give this son to the master when he returned to Chang'an next time, so that he could educate him. Regrettably, the master has passed away, and the academy has turned against the court. It is almost impossible to send this son into the academy.
Therefore, Meng Zhulu could only teach him more carefully, striving to teach him all of what he had learned in his life before he died.
The entire Meng family knows that Jiang Ziyi is likely to become Meng Zhulu's successor, and he hates and loves him.
What I hate is that Jiang Ziyi's appearance has accelerated the decline of Meng Zhuilu's body, and what I love is that Jiang Ziyi's future is boundless, and he can successfully take over Meng Zhulu's class.
"How handsome, I learned very well." Jiang Ziyi said with a little triumph after finishing the demonstration.
Meng Zhulu shook his head: "It's still a consistent fault, too casual. This is your strength and your fatal weakness. Facing ordinary enemies, this weakness is your strength. And facing opponents stronger than you, this weakness is. Will kill you."
Jiang Ziyi scratched his head and said, "I've written it down."
"After all, I am not a teacher." Meng Zhulu said mockingly: "When I return to Chang'an, I will pull down this old face and ask Mr. Da to teach you. Mr. Da has a calm personality and can just fuck you. ."
Jiang Ziyi leaned over and said, "Marshal, is the academy really as good as you said? Is that Zhou Fei really not the son of the Demon King?"
Meng Zhulu frowned and said, "Who told you this?"
"They all said that. They said that the Master died to save the Demon King. That Zhou Fei was a sinner of Datang and should be executed." Jiang Ziyi said.
Meng Zhulu pressed Jiang Ziyi's shoulder and said word by word: "Don't talk about this again. You can question anyone, including this handsome, but you must never question the Academy or Master. The Academy belongs to the Tang Dynasty. The cornerstone, Master is the patron saint of Datang. Have you seen the red moon in the sky? Even if the Master is dead, it will hang above the nine heavens, illuminating the road ahead for my Datang!"
(End of this chapter)