Chapter 360: Using the Emperor to Command the Princes
At the foot of the Poisonous Miasma Mountain, a raging fire, fueled by the wind and fuel, was spreading wildly upwards and in all directions at an alarming speed.
The thick smoke, accompanied by the unique crackling and exploding sounds of wildfires, was like countless fire snakes, greedily devouring everything combustible.
"Oh no." Yan Luo's face changed drastically and he screamed:
"Put out the fire! Quickly! Quickly send troops down the mountain to put out the fire! Poisonous Miasma Mountain is our Nanzhao's protective barrier, it cannot be destroyed!"
However, it was all too late.
The mountain fire that shot up into the sky had already spread across the prairie on the dry autumn night.
The wind direction in the valley made matters worse.
With only a few manpower, facing the raging fire that swept across the entire mountain range, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
The soldiers and guards rushed towards the sea of fire in despair and were swallowed up mercilessly in an instant.
The screams, the crackling of trees, and the roar of flames blended into a dirge.
Yan Luo looked at this irreversible disaster with bloodshot eyes, his heart dead.
The next day, when Weng Zhongru learned that the guards he and several old ministers had sent not only "burned" the Myriad Poison Blood Pool, but also "accidentally" started a forest fire in the chaos, destroying the entire Poison Miasma Mountain along with the defenders...
He only felt a fishy and sweet taste suddenly rising up his throat.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, splattering the carpet in front of him red.
The old prime minister's eyes went dark and he fell straight back.
The mansion was suddenly in chaos, and the servants cried and ran to call the imperial physician again.
Unfortunately, the old prime minister eventually passed away.
If people really become ghosts after death, Weng Zhongru might be glad that he died at this moment and did not have to face the fall of Nanzhao.
In the Nanzhao Palace, Zhang Sicheng did not sleep all night.
He was anxiously waiting for definite news.
When Su Muyang woke up slowly in the morning of the next day, what caught his eye were the pair of bloodshot and resentful panda eyes beside the dragon bed.
"Ah!" Su Muyang was so scared that he almost rolled off the bed.
"Hey, Old Zhang! You're not going to stare at me like this all night, are you? I'm a real man! I'm not a homosexual!"
He wrapped the quilt tightly around him in an exaggerated manner.
Zhang Sicheng's eyebrows and mouth corners began to twitch wildly, and his face was speechless and disgusted.
"I'm only more manly than you!"
Upon hearing this, Su Muyang sat up lazily.
Because of his restless sleeping posture, his bright yellow silk inner garment was slightly opened, revealing his fair but sleek chest.
He nonchalantly straightened his clothes, turned around and gave Zhang Sicheng a self-proclaimed flirtatious glance.
Zhang Sicheng shuddered all over, goosebumps fell all over the floor, and he subconsciously took two steps back.
"You slept like a dead pig last night, and I was worried all night long! Aren't you worried about whether the Poison Miasma Mountain will succeed?"
Su Muyang yawned, looking as if it was a matter of course.
"If it works, there's no need to worry. If it doesn't, worrying is pointless. So, Lao Zhang, why are you worrying so much?"
Zhang Sicheng was speechless for a moment after being choked by his twisted logic, and actually felt that it seemed... to make some sense?
Seeing him being humiliated, Su Muyang chuckled smugly.
"Don't worry, this will definitely work!"
Zhang Sicheng was suspicious: "Why are you so sure?"
Su Muyang shook his messy hair and said smugly, "It's nothing special, it's just that this young master is so smart and has made every possible plan!"
Zhang Sicheng: “…”
He resisted the urge to kick the guy off the bed.
Just then, a burst of hurried and hurried footsteps were heard outside the hall.
A eunuch shouted in a shrill voice, disregarding his manners: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... The old Prime Minister is gone! Civil and military officials have gathered in the Golden Palace and have been waiting for a long time. The morning court is about to begin..."
Su Muyang and Zhang Sicheng looked at each other again and both sighed.
It’s better for him to die now than to hit his head and die later.
Su Muyang glanced at the gray sky outside the window, wailed, fell straight back onto the dragon bed, and covered his head with the quilt.
Where is justice! He is the great Master Su, with billions of wealth waiting to be squandered. Sleeping until noon every day is the right way!
Now, I have been reduced to having to get up before the Yin hour, and listen to those old men chanting scriptures before the Mao hour...
Oh my God! This is so unfair!
Hearing no movement from inside, the palace maids outside, who were holding golden basins for washing and dragon robes and jade belts, looked at each other in confusion, at a loss.
Zhang Sicheng kicked the person pretending to be dead on the bed in annoyance and urged him in a low voice.
"Hurry up and get up! If you dawdle any longer, it will really arouse suspicion! Don't forget that you are Nong Zhixiong now!"
Su Muyang squirmed in the quilt for a while, and then he poked his head out with a determined look in his eyes.
"Lao Zhang, do you think... this speed is still too slow?"
Zhang Sicheng asked, "What speed?"
"Of course it's the speed of conquering Nanzhao!"
Su Muyang sat up, and in order to be able to sleep until noon in the future, his head started to work flexibly again.
"We have to think of a way to cut the Gordian knot!"
Zhang Sicheng's heart moved and he moved closer: "What's your trick?"
Su Muyang thought for a moment, his eyes lit up slightly: "How about using the emperor to control the princes?"
Zhang Sicheng reminded him: "Now this 'Son of Heaven' is you yourself..."
Su Muyang rolled his eyes at him: "Nonsense! Of course I know! So... just holding the 'Son of Heaven' hostage is not enough, and there won't be enough backup plans..."
The cunning light in his eyes became brighter, and he hooked his finger at Zhang Sicheng.
Zhang Sicheng leaned over suspiciously and listened.
Su Muyang lowered his voice and spoke his plan very quickly.
After hearing this, Zhang Sicheng's mouth opened so wide that a duck egg could fit in it, and his eyes almost popped out.
He was stunned for a long while before slowly giving Su Muyang a thumbs up.
"You're so fucking cruel... so ruthless!"
In the Golden Palace.
The "Emperor" was furious because of the burning of the Poisonous Miasma Mountain.
He seemed completely unaware of what Weng Zhongru and others had done, and poured all his anger on the guard leader Yan Luo.
"Waste! You're all waste! What's the point of me keeping you?! You can't even protect a mountain! You've destroyed my natural defenses!"
He angrily threw a roll of memorials to the ground.
Until a minister stepped out tremblingly and reminded in a trembling voice:
"Your Majesty, please calm down... General Yanluo... He has already perished in the sea of fire..."
"Nong Zhixiong" seemed to be choked, snorted heavily, and stopped cursing.
He looked around at the ministers who were silent as a mouse, waved his hand, and his expression suddenly became extremely serious.
"My dear ministers! Now that the barrier of Poisonous Miasma Mountain has been lost, the Yan army will soon be able to advance straight into the area and cross the Lancang River. With our country facing this crisis, do you have any good strategies for dealing with the enemy?"
As soon as the words fell, several generals who advocated for the battle stepped out proudly:
"Your Majesty! We are willing to personally lead the army and deploy it on the south bank of the Lancang River! We will ensure that the Yan army will not return!"
"I second the motion! We should strike head-on with the force of thunder!"
“…”
The civil officials who advocated peace looked worried and gave cautious advice.
"Your Majesty, with the destruction of Poisonous Miasma Mountain, the natural barrier of the Lancang River is no longer viable for defense. The Great Yan army is at its peak. Could you...could you send envoys to negotiate peace, temporarily avoiding their attack and planning for the future?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, in this critical situation, it is best to preserve the national strength..."
There was a sudden uproar in the court.
The war faction was enthusiastic, while the peace faction was worried and the dispute continued.
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