"I was speaking Mandarin, how come Lord Xiao didn't understand?" Lu Songping neatly tied up the six reins and expertly steered the carriage. "Not to mention the grapes, she even peeked at a lot of military reports from me. Lord Xiao may be far away in Bijiang, but his heart is with mine."
Who is on the same page with you!
Before he could savor the meaning, the car started moving and Xiao Nanhui's face changed slightly.
"Where are you taking me?"
Lu Songping said nothing, shook the reins hard, and the carriage accelerated forward.
"Let me go! I want to find Mo Chunhua!"
Lu Songping was dressed in green, with a long neck and a slender waist. He sat there as steady as a green mountain. "Forget it. His Majesty has thrown you to me, so you must obey my orders."
Apart from Xiao Zhun and the emperor, there is no one else in the world who can order her around!
Don't let her get off the bus? Can't she just get off by herself?
She gripped the flat string tightly and tried to swing it towards the car window.
Without even turning around, someone said coldly, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, "This is His Majesty's carriage. If you have the guts, go ahead and destroy it completely."
Xiao Nanhui stumbled and fell back onto the cushion beside him. He glared at the figure unwillingly and held the gun across his chest.
"The carriage is so crowded. If you don't mind, just keep holding it up."
The carriage began to shake and quickly drove away from the Black Feather Camp and headed towards the dark hillside in the Gobi Desert.
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The Black Feather Camp retreated all the way to the southeast and stopped only when they were twenty miles away.
This military order was issued by the emperor himself, and no one in the army dared to question it, but some generals harbored doubts and dissatisfaction. Everyone was wondering what the emperor's intentions were.
That night, the 100,000-strong army camped on a high ground dozens of miles east of the Tianmu River. The emperor summoned all the generals to the main tent to discuss how to coordinate with the Guangyao Camp in the north and the Subei Camp in the middle to launch a general attack on Bijiang.
The meeting started just after the hour of Xu and lasted until three quarters past the hour of Chou, but the emperor still did not agree with any of the proposals.
The generals started out with heated arguments and heated debates, but ended up with nothing left to say and their mouths dry. The emperor remained noncommittal from beginning to end, seemingly dissatisfied with everyone's strategy.
Finally, a long silence fell in the tent.
I don't know if it was the emperor's quirk, but the bronze clepsydra in the Yuanming Hall has now been moved to the main tent. The dripping sound makes people feel upset, and the passing time seems to be infinitely stretched, which makes people feel extremely tormented.
This clearly shows that the discussion is fake, and something else is real.
Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger, but the one before me is like serving the emperor on the edge of an abyss. Who can guess what is hidden in the abyss?
Well, it is really difficult to be a minister in heaven.
Finally, someone couldn't hold it anymore.
Yan Guang took a step forward, determined to break the window paper set by the emperor.
"Your Majesty, have you summoned us here to discuss something important? I am a simple man, and I don't understand beating around the bush. Why not tell us directly, so we don't waste our time here?"
The emperor was still sitting on the Zen chair like a stone statue. His black cloak made his brows look more indifferent than usual, but his eyes showed some interest.
"The general is straightforward, and I don't want to hide anything. Half a month ago, General Zuo led the elite troops of the Guangyao Camp in a surprise attack on Bijiang from Famang Ridge, but failed and nearly perished at the hands of the Bai family. He sent someone to tell me that it was because the secret marching orders had been leaked that the Bai family had made preparations. I'm completely baffled, so I've invited everyone to come and discuss this. Do you have anything to say?"
As soon as these words were spoken, a huge wave of excitement arose in the tent.
This clearly states: There are spies in the army.
Many people remembered the captives who were buried by the river that day. It turned out that there was such a big thing behind it.
The emperor has trapped everyone in this big tent, and he must have arranged his confidants to guard outside, but is he trying to catch the turtle in the jar and let the dog out behind closed doors?
Huang Wei, the chief clerk of Jizhou, hesitated and said, "May I ask, Your Majesty, whether this report is credible? This matter is of great importance and requires careful verification of its authenticity..."
"Master Huang, why are you so anxious to question this?" This time, it was General Sun Zhuo of the Subei Camp's advance unit who spoke up. He was annoyed by the pedantry of scholarly rules and regulations, and wanted to make his position clear as soon as possible. He spoke hastily, "Since Your Majesty has spoken, I assume this report is very credible. Why not start an investigation immediately? I'll take my men and start with our own camp."
They had just finished one round of competition when a sense of disharmony began to appear in the tent.
Zhu Tingmao, the military assistant, glanced at the emperor and decided to smooth things over. "General Sun is right, and Huang Zhubu needn't worry. Your Majesty summoned us here, presumably because you trust us and don't worry about alerting the enemy. We, your ministers, will work together to eliminate the treacherous villain for Your Majesty. But..."
Zhu Tingmao's face was filled with hesitation. Sun Zhuo couldn't stand it anymore and asked coldly, "Master Zhu, can you still say half a word or hide half a word in front of His Majesty?"
Zhu Tingmao gave a good-natured wry smile, and as if he had made a great decision, he bowed deeply and said, "I just feel that General Zuo has been out of touch for more than half a month, and it is so strange that such news comes at the critical moment of the battle between the two armies, and he is nowhere to be found..."
After all, he was an old veteran who had experienced intrigues on the battlefield. Before Zhu Tingmao finished speaking, Yan Guang had already understood the deep meaning of his words.
"I think what Lord Zhu is saying makes sense. Not to mention that the battle of Tamang Ridge wasn't a sure win, there are so many royal relatives and nobles in the camp, and I'm afraid they'll lose face if they're not up to par. If General Zuo himself is leading the troops poorly, and out of shame and anger, he's probably acting as a spy. And besides, how dangerous is Bijiang? Even if he was lucky enough to escape death, why wouldn't he show up in person? Instead, he's playing tricks and trying to disrupt the morale of the army."
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