"Prince Zhenbei, why don't you say anything? Do you want to tame the Pixiu? Your Majesty, why not let the Prince Zhenbei come?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, the King of Zhenbei is a great war god with great martial arts skills. I believe he can tame the Pixiu."
"I believe that the King of Zhenbei can do it. Please allow the King of Zhenbei to tame the Pixiu."
"The King of Zhenbei has tamed even wild and unruly horses like the Ferghana Horse and the White Dragon Horse. I believe the Pixiu won't be a problem for him either!"
A minister saw Murong Yuanbo trying to tame the Pixiu but was stopped by Princess Xiangyun. How could he miss this good opportunity?
So, he praised Murong Yuanbo and pushed him to the top. He also gave his colleagues a wink, hoping that they would also push Murong Yuanbo to the top.
His colleagues didn't disappoint him. One after another, they jumped out to praise Murong Yuanbo, saying that he was a martial arts master and a great hero. A great hero should come out and fight for Daliang.
It is better for others to die than for yourself.
People are selfish.
Gao Zhijun looked at those shameless ministers. They were afraid of death themselves, so they pushed others to die. They plotted against her family, so she wouldn't tolerate them. She directly criticized them: "You are really good at calculating. You are afraid of death, so you push others to block it for you. You are really shameless. You are such a selfish bunch. When there is nothing to do, you speak nonsense about how loyal you are and how much you have contributed to Daliang. When there is something to do, you act like turtles, not daring to stand up for Daliang, and you like to push others out to help you block danger. You are really hypocritical and disgusting."
"Princess, what are you talking about? The King of Zhenbei is from Daliang. Isn't it natural for him to help Daliang?"
"Even if you're a princess, you can't slander us like this. We're officials of Daliang, and we're supposed to help them solve their problems. But we're just civil officials, powerless, so how can we possibly tame a Pixiu? General Murong is different. He's a military general, possesses unique skills, and is Daliang's God of War. It's only natural for him to tame a Pixiu. Don't you know that everyone has their strengths and specialties?"
"Exactly, Princess, what do you mean? Don't forget that you are also from Daliang. Are you trying to sow division now? What is your intention?"
The ministers' thoughts were exposed by Gao Zhijun, and they began to retort to Gao Zhijun awkwardly and mercilessly.
They felt that Murong Yuanbo, as a military man, should devote himself to Daliang, even at the cost of his own life.
They are different from civil officials. They rely on their brains and can contribute to the prosperity of Daliang.
"What a huge burden! If everything depends on the King of Zhenbei, what's the point of having you? You take the emperor's salary every month, but don't do anything for him. Do you have the nerve to do that? If you want the King of Zhenbei to tame the Pixiu, that's not impossible. If you give all your salary to the King of Zhenbei, he will help you tame the Pixiu. Are you willing to do that?"
"you………"
The ministers were so angry that they were speechless.
"Why, you hit the nail on the head. You want others to help you out, but you're unwilling to give up your salary. You're trying to be a whore and a saint at the same time!"
Gao Zhijun responded without any hesitation.
She despises those who are afraid of death and selfish the most.
"It's really hard to raise a villain and a woman!"
One of the ministers was unable to argue with Gao Zhijun and said something angrily.
"What's wrong with you, girl? Did you burst out of a boulder? Your mother carried you for ten months, gave birth to you, taught you to walk, accompanied you as you grew up, and carefully cared for you, and yet you look down on her like this. They say Daliang values filial piety the most, and this is how you show filial piety to your mother. You are truly unworthy of being a son, a husband, and even more so, a father."
"You, you..." The minister was so angry that he couldn't even finish a sentence. He staggered back and almost fainted. Fortunately, his colleagues supported him and prevented him from falling.
The emperor's face was not in a good mood either. Although what the princess said was unpleasant, she made sense.
When the court didn't need them, they would always be by his side, talking about the Daliang and standing by his side. But when something happened, they would all hide like turtles.
"Princess, you are truly sharp-tongued. This prince likes you. Even if you are eloquent, so what? You still don't dare to tame the Pixiu. You are useless. If the princess is willing to be my concubine and return to Goryeo with me, I can give the Pixiu to Daliang."
The second prince was intrigued by Gao Zhijun's sharp tongue.
He was able to confront so many ministers without changing his expression, and he was calm and composed without any fear.
If he could conquer her and bring her back to Goryeo, it would definitely make those brothers in the palace question their lives.
Besides, the princess is pretty, and it must be very exciting to see her surrendering to him.
"Second Prince, are you being a bit dishonest? Not only will I not marry you as a concubine, but you're saying that you're using the Pixiu to humiliate Daliang, trying to stir up trouble between the two countries. Does your father know this? You brought gifts to my court, so these gifts are tribute to Daliang, they belong to Daliang. But what about you, Second Prince? You want us to tame the Pixiu before you give it to us. The meaning and nature of this change. It becomes a declaration of war. You're declaring war on Daliang. A declaration of war requires a bet. Your bet is that if we win, the Pixiu is ours, otherwise, the Pixiu is still yours. Then we have to make a bet too. If you lose, not only will the Pixiu be ours, but I'll also take the two cities on your border. Otherwise, we don't want the Pixiu, but we'll cede the two cities to you. Do you dare agree?"
Gao Zhijun looked at the way the Second Prince looked at her. It was like he was looking through tinted glasses, which was disgusting.
Moreover, she could not accept using a Pixiu to humiliate Daliang.
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