"Yes, yes, yes. I'll take my leave now!" Zhong Mingrong immediately ran out in a hurry.
Zhong Zhiheng looked at his flustered back. He couldn't help but smile, but he couldn't smile anymore. He stared at the portrait of the woman on the wall. After a while, he said silently: "Siyao. Can you really not let go of that evil creature?"
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The fourth day of the eleventh month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.
His Majesty ordered that Cheng Xiangyang be conferred the title of the First Rank Tibetan General.
November 5, 33rd year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Imperial study.
"Your Majesty! Urgent delivery from Mobei!" As soon as the morning court was over, Ma Zhiming rushed into the imperial study, panting, not caring that Zhong Zhiheng was changing clothes. He hurriedly handed the secret letter in his hand to Zhong Zhiheng, and said with a sullen face, "Your Majesty. This is a serious matter. Two guards were exhausted and more than ten horses died along the way. Please take a look."
Zhong Zhiheng looked at Ma Zhiming's expression. His heart sank. After hearing what he said again, his brows furrowed even more. He immediately took off the crown on his head and threw it on the couch. Then he opened the secret letter in a hurry. Then, his eyes widened even more.
“Bang!”
The next second, he suddenly raised his hand and flipped the small table to the ground. The teapot and teacups were shattered all over the floor, and the vermilion carpet was mostly wet.
"Your Majesty, please calm down!" Ma Zhiming and Zhao Ruhai were so busy that they knelt down and kowtowed.
"Those barbarians in the Hu land are really getting more and more rampant!" Zhong Zhiheng said angrily. His chest was heaving with anger. He kept talking like this for a long time before he spoke again, "Ruhai, go and invite the left prime minister to the palace, and the King of Pingxi."
"Yes, I obey your command." Zhao Ruhai responded hurriedly and then quickly got up from the ground.
"Wait..." Zhong Zhiheng suddenly called Zhao Ruhai. He pursed his lips and said, "No need to notify King Pingxi."
"Yes." Zhao Ruhai bowed and agreed, then hurriedly lifted the curtain and went out.
Ma Zhiming was still kneeling on the ground with his face pressed to the ground. He looked at the piece of broken porcelain in front of him and the anxious face of the man reflected on it. He couldn't help but curl his lips in sarcasm.
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Why is Zhong Zhiheng so furious?
Because it was clearly written in the secret letter that the Turks suddenly invaded the border half a month ago, and a small group of troops harassed the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They had been wiped out by the Northwest Army. However, the Turks suffered a severe drought this year, and the grasslands were dry and cracked, countless cattle and sheep died of thirst, and there were endless riots in the country. If this trend continued, whether it was for the Turkish people to survive or for the Turkish royal family to divert conflicts, an invasion of the Great Zhou Dynasty had become inevitable.
When the left prime minister Fang Zhonglian hurried over, the imperial study had already been cleaned. Zhong Zhiheng was sitting on the couch, and Ma Zhiming was standing respectfully on the side. Seeing Fang Zhonglian coming in, Ma Zhiming stepped forward, bowed slightly to Fang Zhonglian, and greeted him politely, "Left Prime Minister."
Fang Zhonglian nodded to Ma Zhiming and bowed to Zhong Zhiheng, "Why did His Majesty summon me?"
"Take a look for yourself." Zhong Zhiheng handed over the letter on the small table.
Fang Zhonglian was furious after reading the letter: "This Tu Jun is really a dog-skin plaster. Whenever there is a natural disaster or man-made disaster, he will definitely come to our Great Zhou to take advantage of us. It is really abominable."
What Fang Zhonglian said was true. The Turks were a hunting nation that lived a life dependent on the weather for their food. They were not as wealthy as the Great Zhou, so they would always harass the borders of the Great Zhou every few years. Fortunately, the Northwest Army had outstanding military achievements, and the Turks had not gained any benefits over the years. This was also the reason why Zhong Zhiheng, although he was afraid of Zhong Zhiling, dared not take action against him. It was also because the Turks had become much more honest in the past two years, and Zhong Zhiling suddenly returned to Beijing, so Zhong Zhiheng came up with the idea of imprisoning Zhong Zhiling. However, as soon as this news came to light, the Turks started making trouble again. How could Zhong Zhiheng not be angry?
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