After coming out of Dayan Temple, Jian Mobei still looked awkward: "Why are we unified for him first?"
Didn’t you say that you want to take advantage of Beiman to seize the throne
The corners of Jun Moran's lips raised: "Do you think the Horqin tribe is useful to us, or the entire North Man is useful to us?"
Jian Mobei understood in an instant that he was going to help him unify before he could use Beiman more thoroughly. Of course, this is no longer a use, but an agreement to help each other.
"Then you are not afraid of him turning back?" Jian Mobei was still a little worried.
He didn't understand what Monza was like, so how could he believe in him so much
Jun Moran narrowed his eyes and sneered: "If he dares to turn back, how can this king send him up, how can he be pulled down."
The first second was domineering, and the next second, Jun Moran became narcissistic again, "This king's acting skills are so good, he will definitely not turn back."
"Puff..." Jian Mobei was instantly amused by Jun Mo's expression, "You are really good, and the little princess tunes you up. You have taught well. Now you are getting more and more married to chickens and dogs, and dogs to dogs. "
Jun Moran's face turned black for an instant, and he lifted his foot and kicked Jian Mobei's ass: "Who is a chicken and who is a dog?"
Jian Mobei surrendered with his ass: "It should not be too late, I will now lead my troops to Beiman with them."
I don't know what's going on in Beiman. It's not difficult to unify it. If it takes a long time, I can't afford to wait here.
Jun Moran nodded: "Order fifty thousand elite soldiers, leave the secret road of the Taishou Mansion at night, and immediately go north, don't disturb the people in the west."
"Understood." Jian Mobei immediately responded, holding Jun Moran's tiger charm, and went to order soldiers.
When Jun Moran returned to Mo Ying Xuan, Hua Lao Yue was in the yard reading a letter from Kyoto.
"You came back just right, the eleventh cousin has a letter." Seeing Jun Moran came back, Hua Laoyue immediately waved the letter at him.
"What did you write?" Jun Moran walked to her and embraced her.
"Said that the business is very good, and we are training all kinds of talents, ready to go to other cities to open branches." Hua Laoyue said with a smile.
Jun Moran raised his eyebrows: "Yes, if you make money, then open two more shops."
The main reason is that she does not need to operate it, which is good.
Hua Laoyue nodded: "So I have already written back to him, let him do it."
After talking about the shop, Hua Laoyue's expression became solemn again.
Jun Moran noticed something and frowned
Said: "What else did he say?"
Hua Laoyue looked at him, worried: "He said Jun Qingyu was very angry and almost killed Fu Taishi."
Jun Moran "cocked" in his heart, this was something he didn't expect.
"This Master Fu is yours?" Hua Laoyue asked worriedly.
Jun Moran smiled bitterly: "If he were mine, it would not be Jun Qingyu who sits on the throne today."
Hua Laoyue understood it, a little strange: "So he is Jun Qingyu's person? Then why does he still help you?"
Jun Moran's eyes shook: "He is my teacher and Jun Qingyu's teacher. My father used to value me, and the teacher liked me the most. He often told me about the way to be a king, as if I had already budgeted for my succession. It’s a pity that the position of the emperor is not as good as the sky. I finally disfigured, broke my leg and was physically disabled, so I missed the throne, so the teacher later supported Jun Qingyu.
Thinking of the past, Jun Moran's face was full of sorrow: "As for him to speak for me, perhaps it is also about the relationship between teachers and students. After all, I was his favorite student back then."
In fact, the tacit understanding between him and the teacher is still there, just like the original Wanmin Shu, he has never had a second choice, he just knows that the teacher will help him. And in this memorial, he didn't say anything to the teacher, but the teacher still spoke for him. Maybe he subconsciously didn't believe that he would seek rebellion.
Hua Laoyue's eyes turned: "I heard that Taishi Fu has a very wide network, isn't it?"
Jun Moran nodded: "Of course, the teacher not only taught me and Jun Qingyu, but all Nan Yan's princes were taught by him, and he also presided over the annual scientific examinations, so it is not too much to say that his students are all over Nan Yan. Not only are there many of his protégés in Beijing, but also many military attachés who have been released. Do you think he has a wide network of contacts?"
Because of the teacher's influence, he believed that Jun Qingyu did not dare to kill the teacher easily.
"In this way, this Taishi Fu has a pivotal position in Nanyan." Hua Laoyue said with a look of admiration, and his eyes lit up again: "Then if he supports your seizure, then our odds of winning are not very good. Taller?"
Jun Moran rubbed her head with a wry smile: "Fool, he won't support me."
"Why?" Hua Laoyue frowned, "If he knows that your leg disease is healed, wouldn't he support you?"
Wasn't it because of disfigurement and broken leg? Now that the face is better and the legs are healed, it should be supported.
"No." Jun Moran said with certainty: "Teacher is different from others. The rules are bigger in him. If I rebel for no reason, he will never support me."
In fact, not only the teacher will not support him, but the people of Jeonnamyan will not support him. Even though he had made great contributions to Nan Yan in the past, if he started a war for no reason, there would never be people supporting him.
Hua Laoyue nodded silently, "In other words, as long as we create an opportunity to make your teacher completely disappointed in Jun Qingyu, then he will support you."
"Perhaps." Jun Moran shook her eyes and touched her head: "Leave these things to me, and I will find a way."
"Yeah." Hua Laoyue smiled, and took his hand to caress her belly, "It has been almost two months, and in another seven months, the baby will be born."
Jun Moran touched her belly with one hand, and embraced her with the other, and his hot lips came to her ears: "Am I just one month away?"
A low, hoarse voice filled her ears, her body softened, and she glared at him like a silky eye: "Don't think about it, don't be right in front of your daughter."
At the mention of his daughter, Jun Moran didn't dare to have any thoughts in an instant.
…
late at night.
Jian Mobei led 50,000 elite soldiers from the secret road of the Taishou Mansion and quietly left Yanzhou City.
Monza led the two henchmen and saw that Jian Mobei really brought the soldiers over, and immediately greeted him: "Thank you, Lord Jian."
Jian Mobei arched his hands at Monza: "You are polite, the king, I also followed the order of our prince."
Without waiting for Monza to speak, Jian Mobei began to complain again: "You don't know how many pairs of eyes this Nan Yan has staring at our prince. If our prince makes a mistake, he will be dead. If we let the emperor know that our prince borrowed soldiers privately to the prince, I am afraid that Yanzhou will be killed. I hope that the prince will never let down my prince’s wishes."
In fact, Monza also knew about Jun Moran’s difficulties and was touched by his sincerity. Hearing Jian Mobei’s words at this moment, he immediately expressed his position: "Don’t worry, Lord Jian, this king and your prince have already discussed it properly. It will be gaffes."
Jian Mobei looked admiringly, "My prince did not make a mistake, the prince is really a believer. It shouldn't be too late, let's go quickly.
"Okay!" Monza responded immediately.
With Jian Mobei and the fifty thousand elite soldiers, they headed north.
(End of this chapter)