Chapter 83: The Iron Hand Lady travels a thousand miles to the Yellow Dust, and the Ghost Face General drinks the wind and sand^…
Lizheng Hall.
The clear light shines obliquely, and the warm sun is shrouded in thin mist.
Gongsun Jiao covered the hollow ball in the golden beast's mouth, stuffed it back into its mouth, and waved his hand to disperse the fragrant aroma.
She dismissed the maids and helped Ye Jindian, who was bowing, to her feet. She pulled her to the couch beside her. She looked at the lacquer box and jade bracelet on the table and patted the back of her hand. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Ye Jindian shook her head and said, "Thank you, Queen, for your concern. I am fine."
"Why call me Empress? Just call me 'Sister,' just like Zimei." Gongsun Jiao poured her a cup of tea and pushed it towards her. "Zimei has been an orphan since childhood, and his mother is a merchant from Northern Wan. He was born and raised in Shengjing, so it's inevitable that he'll be looked down upon by the aristocratic families."
Even though they had clearly shown favoritism towards him when they were little, his father never cared and always treated them with prejudice.
No wonder the second wife is hard to succeed.
This is really narrow-minded and short-sighted.
"He severed ties with the Zhang family, started his own family, and came to Mobei with Mimi to find us. During those years when he was most lost, we were unable to help him, so..." Gongsun Jiao looked at her, a hint of heartache and guilt in his eyes. "We are all very sorry for deceiving you."
To her, they were all grateful.
Ye Jindian still shook her head, her tone flat and without any ups and downs: "This matter depends entirely on his wishes. You are his relatives and friends, so you must always put him first. It is impossible for you to make plans for a stranger like me, so you don't have to apologize."
So she is——
Are you angry about Shengzimei?
Looking at Ye Jindian's calm expression, Gongsun Jiao couldn't make a conclusion for a moment.
However, it was understandable that she was angry.
Zimei just bear it.
"I heard that you submitted a document asking His Majesty to allow you to accompany the army?" Gongsun Jiao looked into her eyes gently. "Are you going to seek an explanation from him, or are you worried about him?"
Ye Jindian shook his head three times: "Jindian is a member of the Military Equipment Supervisor and a craftsman who modifies and develops crossbows. I asked to go with the army because military affairs are my duty."
Gongsun Jiao understood.
She lowered her eyes, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. When she raised her eyes again, her expression softened as she slowly responded, "Then why are you requesting an audience in the name of the wife of Duke Dingguo?"
"The title of Lady of Duke Dingguo is conferred by imperial decree. Although I didn't know about it, I have inquired about it." Ye Jindian remained calm, "Since she is a lady conferred by imperial decree, she should know the general situation.
"Your Majesty is grateful for the Duke of Dingguo's contributions to the country and does not want me to take risks. We all appreciate this kindness.
"However, when a general is on the battlefield, weapons are the most important weapon to break through the enemy lines.
"If a skilled craftsman is not at your side, how can you sharpen your blunt weapons? How can you defeat an enemy army that is as powerful as bamboo?"
*
Princess's Mansion.
The breeze sways the crabapple tree, and its branches and leaves filter through the crane and ganoderma window, falling mottled upon the face of the beauty who is taking a nap with her eyes closed on the couch. The light and dark are slanted like algae in water, further highlighting her deep features.
On the table next to it, there is a cup of tea, a plate of cakes and a Boshan stove.
When Princess Kangning heard from the secret guard that Ye Jindian's document was rejected and she turned to the Queen, she was startled and turned over on the couch.
"Is she crazy?"
As soon as His Majesty refused, he went to the Queen.
Isn't that a subtle way of conveying his dissatisfaction with Your Majesty's rejection of the document, so he is trying to impress the Queen and persuade Your Majesty in a roundabout way.
It is true that Xiao Min is a benevolent monarch, but he is not without temper!
Even though he valued Zhang Zimei enough and was not angry at all because of their old friendship, he still had to appease his ministers.
If the ministers object, even if His Majesty and the Queen agree, they will still be in trouble.
but.
Tiantian looks like a soft and sweet cake, but in fact she is a stubborn person who has made up her mind not to look back!
Princess Corning paced back and forth, looking troubled and anxious, biting her lip as she pondered something.
moment.
She suddenly turned around and went inside.
"Come, help me change my clothes. I want to see the emperor."
*
Dezheng Hall.
The window lattices divide the yin and yang, and the civil and military officials stand in two rows.
In the oblique beams of light, the dust particles moved up and down like mayflies.
Xiao Min glanced at the officials and asked, "Why are you all silent?"
"Your Majesty, the general is away while his family is at home. This is a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years and cannot be abolished."
Generals going to war must have their families left in the capital. It is impossible for the entire family to go to the battlefield.
What if the other party surrenders to the enemy and rebels? Wouldn’t that mean we have no scruples?
As the emperor's uncle, Gongsun Shuo was in a difficult position to speak about such matters, so he gave Li Wuji a look.
Li Wuji jumped out again and continued the argument: "Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, why don't you transfer to the Ministry of Rites? Since you care so much about outdated rules, why not make them yourself?"
When it comes to being pedantic and old-fashioned, even Du Junze would feel ashamed of himself.
Others have a purpose for restoring rituals, purely for the purpose of revival and reconstruction, but he is just following the old ways!
The Minister of Revenue was so angry that his beard flew up: "You!"
"Me what?!"
Xiao Min coughed lightly.
Speak nicely, this is not a vegetable market, don't talk nonsense.
Li Wuji quickly apologized and continued, "Right Prime Minister... no, isn't Duke Dingguo's sister, Zhang Mingyu, still in the capital? If what the Minister says is true, then a lonely man like me, with only a wet nurse at home, isn't he even unfit to lead the army?"
He was granted the title of "Marquis of Weiwu" because of his solid military achievements. Who would dare to say that he was unworthy?
Just at this moment, the attendant came to report.
The words that were stuck in the Minister of Revenue's throat were blocked and he couldn't spit them out, and he almost choked to death on the spot.
“…”
How could someone be so blind?
The attendant whispered in Xiao Min's ear, "Princess Kangning is kneeling outside the palace, requesting an audience with Your Majesty."
Xiao Min thought about Ye Jindian coming to look for their little Guanyin, and his mind turned a little, and he felt that he understood about 80% of it.
There are only two points left, so I have to try it out again.
He raised his eyes to look at Xie Zhaoming, who had been silent all the time. He exchanged glances with him and then lowered his eyes. However, his hand slowly grabbed the document beside him, and with a flick of his fingertips, he threw it to the ground.
"How ridiculous!" Xiao Min stood up angrily. "She, Ye, is ignorant. Doesn't she, the dignified Princess Kangning, know the seriousness of the situation?" He put his hands on his hips and pointed outside. "Tell her to go back to her own Princess's Mansion. If she dares to speak on Ye's behalf and interfere in government affairs, I will revoke her Princess title and take over Tangmu County as well!"
The emperor had been fighting on the battlefield since he was thirteen years old, and was already a well-known major general at sixteen. At twenty, he was even more full of vigor and vitality, leading the three armies to fight the enemy as if he were in an empty land.
His majesty comes from the ferocious fighting spirit on the battlefield.
Ordinary civil servants simply cannot bear it.
Before they could understand what was happening, the crowd bowed their heads and shouted, "Your Majesty, calm down."
Xie Zhaoming remained silent.
After the chaotic voices of exhortation gradually died down, he stepped out, bowed, and said slowly, "Princess Kangning is the only descendant of the late Duke Wei. Your Majesty, please consider revoking the title of Princess and the Tangmu County."
"Think twice?" Xiao Min paced back and forth with his hands on his hips, pressing down his upper lip to avoid accidentally laughing. "She, Ye, first came to the Queen, and now Kang Ning came to me. What is this? Forcing me?"
Peacemakers: “…”
Why does it feel like His Majesty has interrupted them?
Du Junze's eyelids twitched slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at his toes, but he couldn't help but think of the person standing outside the hall.
"Your Majesty, please calm down first." Xie Zhaoming gave him a way out. "Perhaps Princess Kangning didn't come here for this reason."
He remembered that the girl was smart.
We should not make such a mistake.
Maybe it is——
Come prepared.
"Your Majesty, why don't you first listen to what Princess Kangning has to say."
Du Junze stepped out and saluted: "I second the motion."
Xie Zhaoming narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the purple court robes not far away, an ambiguous smile flashed in his eyes.
Xiao Min immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "Princess Xuan Kangning, I want to see if she can speak eloquently!"
The attendant said loudly: "Announce! Princess Kangning comes to see you—"
Soon.
Princess Kangning entered and saluted solemnly: "Kangning greets Your Majesty, may Your Majesty be blessed with good health."
"Don't be so uneasy. I'm not at all uneasy." Xiao Min thought for a moment, glanced at the Minister of Revenue, and added, "There's no gold either."
Minister of Revenue: “…”
Why did he feel like a soft persimmon that anyone could pinch?
Princess Kangning held the account book in her hand and offered a bright smile: "Then Kangning has come at the right time. I can help Your Majesty relieve your worries."
Xiao Min: "Oh?"
What is this girl doing?
All the officials were also speculating and pondering in their hearts.
"This is all the assets left by the Weiguo Mansion, and the accounts are all here." Princess Kangning smiled with relief and raised it high. "I would like to offer half of it to add some bonuses to the Military Equipment Bureau and exchange it for a batch of high-quality iron for the soldiers on the front lines. The iron is in Tiehua City, fifty miles away from Shacheng. Your Majesty can send someone to take it at any time."
Xiao Min, who had just sat down, stood up suddenly.
Iron ore!!
It's hard not to be tempted.
All the officials were speechless.
This war of words that lasted for half a day was finally brought to an end due to the absolute financial strength.
The peace faction was unwilling to disperse.
Princess Kangning and the others had almost finished walking when they turned around to go out, but they almost stumbled and fell on the stairs.
Du Junze hurriedly passed Xie Zhaoming and reached out to hold her arm: "Princess!"
Xie Zhaoming, whose arm was bumped against the door hinge by him, raised his eyelids. Li Wuzhi and Gongsun Shuo, who were following closely behind him, tilted their heads to the left and right, looking at Du Junze, who was walking hurriedly and half-holding Princess Kangning in his arms.
Hmm, something's fishy.
There is something wrong with Du Junze.
However, this scene did not last long.
Firstly, Du Junze quickly changed his embrace to ordinary support, and secondly, Princess Kangning came to her senses, pushed away his outstretched hand, staggered two steps, and stood firm by holding the corridor column.
Oh no, I’m being disliked.
The three people watching the show raised their eyebrows.
Du Junze moved his knuckles slightly, withdrew his hand, and pressed his fingertips on the cuffs.
He placed his arms across his abdomen and asked her, "Why are you doing this?"
Princess Kangning stood upright, her chest puffed out as she looked at him. "No reason. I admire Tiantian, I like her, and I'm willing to be her friend. If a friend needs help, I will do my best to help. That's all."
not to mention……
This time she was helping three friends, not just one.
"That's not what I'm asking." Du Junze glanced at the people behind him who were obviously watching the show, and pursed his lips. "Princess, may I have a word with you for a moment?"
Princess Kangning suddenly understood and said bluntly, "If the Left Prime Minister wants to ask about that, I can answer you now. My wish has been fulfilled, and I will keep my promise and never bother you again."
She walked past the somewhat stiff Du Junze and walked out.
Xie Zhaoming floated over: "Wish fulfilled?"
Du Jun ignored his obviously teasing words and followed him.
Zhang Heng waited quietly in the palace road outside Dezheng Hall.
As soon as she saw her, Princess Kangning couldn't hold back her tears. She opened her arms and hugged her, whimpering, "Mimi, the dragon-patterned tiles on the Dezheng Hall are so prickly. It hurts so much..."
"You deserve it!" Zhang Heng said, half hugging her, angrily. "Who told you to come and see His Majesty without saying a word? Are you being punished?"
Princess Kangning puffed her cheeks and said, "No, I knelt down on my own!"
Zhang Heng: "That's just you being stupid."
"You're stupid!"
"You are the stupidest."
…
Two close friends were bickering in low voices.
Du Junze turned the corner and watched them go away.
Li Wuji rested his hand on the shoulders of Gongsun Shuo and Du Junze. "I say, you two, with your loved ones in front of you, why don't you keep pestering them?"
Do you want to see your loved one run into someone else's arms?
Not like him.
I have been looking for the little fairy for many years, but I still don’t know where she is in this world.
If she really was a fairy in heaven, wouldn't he be wasting his whole life?!
Du Junze and Gongsun Shuo didn't even look at him, took a step forward, and made him fall forward suddenly.
Li Wuji: “…”
Two conscienceless bastards!
Xie Zhaoming walked over slowly and patted him on the shoulder: "A man who can't catch up with his sweetheart will look like a half-dead ghost. Please be understanding."
Li Wuji: “…”
He suspected that Xie Huli was mocking all of them again by himself.
*
Lizheng Hall.
Xiao Min dismissed his attendants and asked the palace maids serving Gongsun Jiao to stay away.
He took off his boots, stepped on a sheepskin blanket and walked towards Gongsun Jiao who was kneeling and reading. He helped her up as she bowed, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing and fell into her arms.
After laughing enough, he turned over, lay on her legs, took her hand and kissed it twice.
Gongsun Jiao held his head with one hand and took off his hair crown so that he could lie down more comfortably. "Erlang, what are you so happy about?"
Xiao Min told the story of Dezheng Hall.
“Hahahaha—” He opened Gongsun Jiao’s palm and put it against his face, “You have no idea how funny those people’s faces are.”
Gongsun Jiao tapped his cheek with the hairpin she had taken off. "Your Majesty is naughty."
Xiao Min grabbed the golden hairpin and pulled her to bend over close to him, a pleased smile on his face: "So what? They don't act like loyal subjects, so how can they expect me, the king, to forgive them?"
He turned around and pulled the hairpin from her hand towards her little by little, his eyes fixed on her.
"Sister——"
Gongsun Jiao let go and glared at him, "You're yelling again."
She straightened up and reached out to take the scroll.
Xiao Min turned over quickly, pressed the hairpin against the back of her hand, and gently said, "You've been calling me that since we were young. How come after being married for so many years, you're not allowed to call me that anymore?"
What kind of logic is this?
"Your Majesty, why don't you ever call me Wangshu?" Gongsun Jiao glanced at him. "Is it because my name doesn't sound good?"
Xiao Min pursed his lips and deliberately whispered in her ear: "No, I will just call you - Qingqing, Sister, Little Guanyin..."
Gongsun Jiao leaned back and covered his itchy ears.
She said helplessly: "Stop making trouble and talk about something serious."
Xiao Min stared at her smooth neck: "What's the matter? Should we have another daughter?"
Gongsun Jiao looked at him silently without saying a word.
"Alright." Xiao Min released her hand, took her hairpin, and placed it next to his own, letting her black hair flow onto the wool blanket. He lay back on her legs, tangling his fingers around her hair. "I won't take anything that Duke Wei left for Kangning. I only need the iron from Tiehua City."
He is not one of those absurd kings of previous dynasties.
Not that greedy.
Gongsun Jiao loosened his scalp and rubbed his forehead. "Are the people from the Armoury Department still going to be sent to the front lines?"
Xiao Min squinted his eyes comfortably and said "hmm".
That's natural.
Kang Ning spent a fortune just to make the wife of Duke Dingguo get what she wanted.
He's not stupid.
Gongsun Jiao asked him again, "Have you thought about how you are going to give an explanation to the ministers?"
Xiao Min was quiet for a while, then became noisy again, and put his arm around her waist: "Didn't the wife of Duke Dingguo come to my sister's place and give her any instructions?"
*
Ye Jindian said——
If it were for the sake of the people of the world, she was willing to give up her status as the wife of Duke Dingguo and become just a craftsman in the Military Equipment Bureau.
When Princess Corning "heard" this, she also expressed her admiration for it. She specifically asked this "righteous" craftsman to deliver the land deed and the indenture to her, and lead the craftsmen in Tiehua City to forge important weapons for the country to defend against the enemy.
For this purpose, even the token and old servant left by Duke Xianwei were sent to accompany her so that the craftsmen in the city would obey her orders.
A pile of iron and having ready-made, familiar craftsmen to help are two different things.
Xiao Min slammed the table and said, "It's settled. Ye Ziyao, the chief craftsman of the Military Equipment Supervisor, is allowed to accompany the army!"
*
The day Ye Jindian left.
The apricots had all fallen, the peaches were ripe, and the pomegranates filled Shengjing, often falling and hitting people on the head.
She gazed at the farmers beginning their busy work in the early autumn breeze, and bent down to pluck the fallen leaves from Princess Kangning's hair. "Thank you, Princess. I will remember this kindness deeply and will definitely repay you one day."
"What nonsense!" Princess Kangning laughed. "I'm just an orphan, and I hold such an iron mine in my hands. Even if Your Majesty is righteous enough to tolerate it, how can I withstand the gossip of others? Giving it away is the best solution. Even if this incident didn't happen, I would have to get rid of this hot potato sooner or later."
Ye Jindian knew that she was comforting herself, so she didn't say much, but just kept it in mind secretly.
She asked, "Do you have anything you like? I'll find it for you and bring it back."
Princess Corning was distracted.
The autumn wind whistled with falling leaves, and she came back to her senses. Facing the sunlight, she smiled and said, "Just bring me a handful of sand from Mobei."
The army was in a hurry to set off, and Ye Jindian hastily responded "OK" and waved goodbye to them.
Zhang Min and his soldiers marched quickly, sending some food and fodder ahead, but many supplies had not yet arrived and had to be sent to the border town one after another.
Although Ye Jindian and his companions were traveling with the army, once they left Shengjing, they were escorted by a group of light cavalry. They lightly set off on the official road and rushed to their destination first.
After marching for several days at a rapid speed, their backs were almost broken, and they finally stopped to rest.
"Ahead is the salt lake north of Hanoi - Tianjing Lake. We can let the horses go there to lick the salt and then send them to the post station to exchange for a batch of salt. We will rest there for a night and continue our journey the next day." said the leading soldier.
Ye Jindian jumped off the horse and turned around to support the old servant.
However, the old servant's legs seemed to be two times more agile than hers. He lifted his legs lightly and landed on the ground. He also lifted his gray hair that was messed up by the wind, tugged at his skirt, and looked back at her.
"Is Miss Ye okay?"
Ye Jindian is fine except for some back pain.
She looked at the reflected sunlight, where a winding lake covered with snow-white salt lay, and remembered that there was such a salt lake near Mobei.
That lake was obtained by the young Zhang Min when he led his troops to fight with the people of Beiwan.
She stared at the lake, which reflected her slightly haggard face.
The wind blew from the lake, picking up two leaves from nowhere, which overlapped and streaked forward, leaving a long streak in the water. The slightly wrinkled surface of the lake was cut open, revealing a face beneath that was even more haggard than hers.
——That’s Zhang Min’s face.
However, it was already night time in the salt lake where he was, and the stars in the lake and the white salt complemented each other.
He looked at the lake and counted on his fingers, realizing that the battle had lasted for more than a month. Including the journey here, it had been more than two months since he left Shengjing.
Dayan and Beiwan fought a total of thirty-eight times, most of which were small battles, and there were only three major battles overnight.
Even so, Beiwan was beaten to the point of barely surviving.
Nothing else.
Zhang Min is crazy when fighting.
Once he got a hold of the Beiwan army, he would not let go. It was common for him to chase them for three days and three nights without food or water. Even if he was buried in the yellow sand, he would never let go.
The eldest prince of Beiwan, Ajian Lashamu, angrily called him a "mad wolf" while trying to survive and finally returned to the royal court.
This time is no exception.
Even though the nights in Mobei were as cold as ice, it couldn't stop him from tracking.
When they chased to the Salt Lake, he dismounted and asked the 100 soldiers following him to feed the horses, then turned around and chased after them again.
In the Sand City base camp behind him, Luo Ying was scratching his head until he was almost bald: "What do you mean General Dingguo and General Fufeng are missing? Huh?
"Wasn't it me who sent the troops this time?
"Why are General Dingguo and General Fufeng missing?"
It would have been fine if he had always been missing in the past, but at least he had His Majesty... No, His Majesty was also acting up, but at least he had Fu Feng and Xie Huli protecting General Gongsun and guarding the rear.
Now even Fu Feng is running away. What's the point of leaving him alone to support the family?
Do you really think that all the people arranged by the Grand Marshal in the army are dead?
When Luo Ying was going crazy, Zhang Min had already led a thousand light cavalry deep into the vast yellow sand, working day and night to catch up with the eldest prince.
No one on either side of us knew where he was drinking the wind and sand.
*
In the dark night of the desert.
Zhang Min touched his face, which was scratched by the wind and sand. He curled up his bloody palm, raised his hand and licked the scar on the back of his hand, and said to the soldiers behind him: "My men, if we can survive this night, the war will be over. You will have a day to look forward to. Go home to your mother, wife and children.
"We can only crawl forward. We must not take a step back and put them in danger!"
The soldiers raised their swords and responded: "Forward! Forward! Forward!"
Zhang Min shouted loudly: "May the Five Emperors, our ancestors, and the brothers who were once buried in the sixteen cities on the border, bear witness to our oath. For our country—"
The soldiers shouted: "For our country!"
"For Mother—"
"For my mother!"
"For my wife and children—"
"For my wife and children!"
"For the brothers—"
"For the brothers!"
The veins on Zhang Min's neck bulged as he let the strong wind carry the yellow sand into his mouth.
He hissed, "For the eternal security of the mountains and rivers where our relatives and friends live! For the peace and tranquility of Dayan's three years to last for a hundred years! For the eternal prosperity of our descendants! My men, are you willing to follow me in this battle and never retreat?"
What responded to him was the cold wind that rolled the iron, and the resounding fighting spirit.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
*
In the court of the King of Beiwan.
Ajian Lashamu returned with the remaining troops.
Nuhara, the little prince who was devoted to taking care of the dying King of Beiwan, took every opportunity to ridicule the disgraced Ajinlasam.
"Hey, isn't this my peerlessly brave brother?" He stood in the night, a look of undisguised mockery on his face. "He lost to Mad Wolf so many years ago, how come he hasn't improved at all?"
Ajian Lashamu's face turned black due to the ridicule. He gripped the scimitar on his waist tightly, wanting to kill the man on the spot.
The warrior behind him also looked at Nuhara with anger on his face.
Mocking the great prince they follow is the same as mocking them!
Unfortunately, the warriors behind Nuhara were not pushovers either. They gripped the scimitars at their waists and took a step forward.
The long-dormant flames of conflict between the two sides were about to ignite.
At this critical moment, the horn sounded "woo woo", and along with the horn sound came the indistinguishable sound of horse hooves.
"Enemy attack! The 'Ghost-Faced Killer' is coming!!"
Someone shouted this in panic.
The remnant soldier who had just dismounted had no time to mend his trembling heart before he stood up again and climbed onto the horse in a hurry.
Before the scimitar was pulled out from his waist, a loud noise that shook the earth was heard.
"boom--"
In the direction of the granary, a huge fire rose up, baking the grassland red, and thick black smoke rushed into the sky.
On the vast grassland night, Zhang's army shouted as they crossed the yellow sand, like a Kunpeng landing from the clouds, sweeping over at a rapid speed.
The billowing dust raised by the horses' hooves was no less dazzling than the thick black smoke.
In an instant, fear spread rapidly like an epidemic.
Ajian Lashamu's generals, who had been defeated by Zhang's army for more than 30 times, seemed to have seen the ghost king coming to take their lives. They had completely lost the will to fight and fled in a panic.
Nuhara gritted his teeth, abandoned the King of Beiwan, and summoned his generals to escape to the narrow mountain pass in the north. He gambled that given his previous friendship with the "Mad Wolf", even if the other party found out that he was not there, they would not dig three feet into the ground to dig him out.
Zhang Min did not do so.
After he had killed 2,563 brave warriors under Ajian Lashamu, he tied them up, collected some spoils, and returned to the sand city.
On the way, Ajian Lashamu never stopped cursing Zhang Min.
Li Hu, who originally thought he had a very good temper, could not help but explode with anger and started to quarrel with him passionately.
After cursing for a while, the water was gone.
He was so thirsty that he finally decided to calm down, only making sarcastic remarks occasionally and no longer making noise all day long.
Later, when he saw the oasis, Zhang Min took off his golden mask and washed his face with water to quench his thirst.
After drinking a bowl of water, Ajian Lashamu stared at his smooth, jade-white profile, raised his head and laughed: "Hahaha, it turns out that the Ghost-Faced Killer God has a pretty face, and looks effeminate. No wonder he never dares to show up."
Li Hu was so angry that he almost drew his sword.
"The mother body gives birth to all things, it's great and incomparable. I'm lucky to be a bit like a woman." Zhang Min held Li Hu's hand, not angry at all. He even smiled and said nonchalantly, "Unlike you, you look like a human. Naturally, you envy and hate me."
"Mad Wolf! Who are you calling inhuman?!"
The person who was finally so angry that his voice shrieked like boiling water in a copper stove was not Zhang Min, but Ajian Lashamu.
When I returned to Shacheng, it was almost Mid-Autumn Festival.
Ajian Lashamu, who had been quiet for a few days, suddenly became energetic again. He stared at Zhang Min's back and laughed.
Li Hu got goose bumps on his hands because of his laughter. He rubbed his arms and muttered, "Is he crazy?"
So creepy.
The group returned to the camp to reorganize, dismounted and stopped to unload the spoils.
Zhang Min personally tied Ajian Lashamu's hands with ropes and dragged him away towards the commander's tent.
Ajian Lashamu's eyes were even more strangely bright.
"Are you expecting someone from the Grand Chancellor to show up and arrest me for 'treason'?" Zhang Min didn't even turn around, but as if he could see through his expression, he stopped and said, "But you are destined to be disappointed."
Ajian Lashamu's face froze.
What's the meaning?
Soon, he understood.
Luo Ying emerged from the commander's tent, arms waving as he complained loudly, "My Lord Prime Minister! General Dingguo! Next time you do something like this, could you please give me a heads up in advance..."
He chattered on and on about the "Sand City Incident" which had been quite a lively event over the past twenty days.
Shortly after Zhang Min led a thousand cavalrymen to catch up with Ajinlashamu, the mascot general arranged by the Grand Marshal in the army attempted to seize the seal of command and take command of the military operation.
In order to make this matter go smoothly, Major General Mascot threw out a stack of letters from nowhere, directly slandering Zhang Min for treason, conspiring with the Prince of Beiwan, and betraying the Dayan Dynasty.
Zhang Min and his lieutenants, who had experienced many battles, knew this kind of conspiracy.
They had already agreed to give the mascot a chance to make a move.
Afterwards, Fu Feng hid behind the other party and captured him while he was at ease after taking away the fake seal of command, and captured him along with the evidence.
Their purpose was to implicate Da Sikong, and they endured for ten days or so, waiting for evidence of the conspiracy between Jixiangwu and Da Sikong before taking action.
Luo Ying originally thought that Zhang Min's departure was just a show, but who would have thought that their Prime Minister really disappeared and dared to go deep into the vast yellow sand with a thousand light cavalry and sneak into the Beiwan Royal Court!
It’s just like when he took 500 people to fight with Beiwan for the salt lake.
He acted this scene so sincerely, without a trace of hypocrisy!
Now, with the pile of heads of Beiwan warriors and the living Beiwan prince, the evidence to overturn the charges is even more sufficient.
Apart from the fact that he was frightened out of his wits, there was no damage at all.
Ajian Lashamu's face turned pale when he heard this.
"Hehe." Luo Ying, as if feeling the blow he had dealt him wasn't enough, added one more thing, "Were you planning to use the Prime Minister's mother's relics to lure the Prime Minister into the canyon with you and recreate the old scene?"
After all, their Prime Minister was a man of great loyalty and righteousness who felt a trauma in his heart even when his own little yellow dog died. How could he allow these people to destroy his mother's belongings?
Ajian Lashamu couldn't laugh anymore: "How did you know?"
In the tent next to him, Fu Feng lifted the curtain and walked out.
"Interrogation." He saluted Zhang Min, called out "General," and then looked at the illegible Prince of Beiwan. "Your plan is indeed very effective in controlling people's hearts. If there is a next time, the General will definitely meet at the entrance of the canyon. So..." He looked regretful, "We have no choice but to capture the thief and put an end to this matter."
Ajian Lashamu gnashed his teeth in hatred: "How could you have known that I had contact with your Grand Marshal before this?!!"
They had only met once in the secret passage!
Even gods and ghosts may not know, and it is absolutely impossible for them to know.
Zhang Min loosened the armor on his arm and said, "You shouldn't have ambushed me in Chunxiao Tower."
"So what if it's Chunxiao Tower? Anyone with money can go in," Ajin Lashamu was unconvinced. "Besides, you were the one who led us there!"
Zhang Min smiled: "That's exactly the problem."
The reason why he chose Chunxiaolou was, on the one hand, that he was not used to the atmosphere in Chunxiaolou and wanted to take the opportunity to find something to hold against him and eliminate Chunxiaolou; on the other hand, it was because they were all foreigners and should not be familiar with Chunxiaolou.
If he wanted to save his life, he would of course choose a place he was more familiar with to catch the turtle in the urn.
This way, it will be easier to escape from danger.
However, the killer's familiarity with Chunxiaolou was far beyond his imagination. Not only had he quickly figured out the details of Chunxiaolou, he had even meticulously arranged all the killers' positions at the highest level, leaving no one behind.
Isn’t this strange?
In addition, it was later discovered that the old minister of commerce and the minister of the Ministry of Revenue had colluded with Chunxiaolou and transferred a large amount of money from the Ministry of Revenue...
Isn't the answer right in front of you?
"Old Sikong is old and lacks energy, so his subordinates always want to show off their abilities and let him see more of what they can do," Zhang Min said. "Unfortunately, the Chunxiao Tower incident went awry, and they didn't dare take credit for it. The Grand Sikong didn't realize that their overly detailed arrangements had exposed flaws."
If the Grand Marshal knew about this, he would not dare to make such a stupid move.
Seeing Ajian Lashamu's defeated and hateful face, Zhang Min deliberately laughed, wanting to take the opportunity to ask him some questions and find out where they had put their mother's belongings.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.
The voice called him, "Brother."
Zhang Min's smile faded.
He pursed his lips and turned to face a fully drawn bow.
The taut bowstring was suddenly released, and a cold and sharp light broke through the cool moonlight.
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