"Yes, it's really abominable," Zhong Zhiheng said coldly. "We can't just indulge them like this any longer. We have to beat them into submission. How can a great country be invaded by these barbarians again and again? If we continue to indulge them like this, how can the borders of the Great Zhou Dynasty be safe in the future? Who knows, everyone will take the Turks as an example!"
"Then... then the King of Pingxi has to go back to the northwest," Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Zhiheng in front of him. He said with some embarrassment. "Although the Northwest Army is the most powerful army in the Great Zhou, but... but that can only be done when the King of Pingxi is here. If the King of Pingxi is not here, I am really worried that this battle will be difficult."
Some time ago, Zhong Zhiheng and Fang Zhonglian discussed taking this opportunity to keep Zhong Zhiling in the capital. Fang Zhonglian also felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he missed it, he might never find such a good opportunity again in his life. That's why Zhong Zhiheng persuaded Zhong Zhiling to stay and become a rich prince.
"I don't believe it. Without the King of Pingxi, the Northwest Army will become a mob!" Zhong Zhiheng said angrily. Although he said so, Zhong Zhiheng knew in his heart that Zhong Zhiling had been operating in the Northwest for 34 years. His prestige and status in the Northwest Army could not be shaken, even by him, the emperor. So Zhong Zhiheng gnashed his teeth every time he thought of this, but at this moment, he had to admit that what Fang Zhonglian said was true.
"Your Majesty, please consider the overall situation," Fang Zhonglian looked at Zhong Zhiheng's face with a worried look on his face, and immediately knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, please order the Prince of Yunpingxi to leave the capital."
Ma Zhiming was so busy that he knelt down with Fang Zhonglian: "Your Majesty, please order the Prince of Yunpingxi to leave the capital."
Zhong Zhiheng looked at the two people kneeling in front of him, and his face turned pale with anger. He took a few deep puffs of wine, then gritted his teeth and said, "If he had been willing to marry the Turkic princess, why would there be so many problems?"
Yes, at that time, the Turkic princess was infatuated with Zhong Zhiling and went to Da Zhou in person to propose marriage. Unfortunately, Zhong Zhiling was a stubborn man and refused to marry her. The Turkic princess returned home sadly. The Turks were naturally very resentful of Da Zhou, especially since the Turkic princess was the apple of the eye of the Turkic emperor. Therefore, the Turks frequently harassed the border of Da Zhou later, not just for the sake of extortion.
"Your Majesty, now is not the time to bring up the past," Fang Zhonglian frowned and said, "Forgive me for speaking frankly. At this critical moment, please let go of your worries. You should allow the King of Pingxi to leave the capital as soon as possible, and comfort him appropriately. The Turks are definitely coming with great force this time. If the King of Pingxi has a grudge in his heart and cannot fight the enemy with all his strength, the northwest border of the Great Zhou will be in chaos."
"What's wrong with him?" Zhong Zhiheng curled his lips coldly, "How dare he have a grudge?"
"Your Majesty, all under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the land are his subjects. You can do whatever you want to the King of Pingxi, but you have to do it after you defeat the Turks," Fang Zhonglian said in a deep voice, and added slowly, "A little impatience will ruin a great plan."
Zhong Zhiheng didn't say anything more. He took a deep breath and looked at the woman in the painting on the wall. He exhaled silently and sighed softly.
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November 5, 33rd year of Jiasheng
King Pingxi left the capital and led his subordinates to Mobei.
November 6, 33rd year of Jiasheng
His Majesty issued an edict to posthumously confer the title of Empress Zhenxian as Empress Zhenxianxiao. In addition, he conferred the title of Prince An, the first rank, on the deposed Crown Prince Zhong Mingwei, and his wife Zhong Meiya as the first rank Princess An.
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The second day of the twelfth month of the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
Nanshan Villa.
When the imperial edict was received, Zhong Mingwei, Mei Ya and a group of people were huddled in the kitchen eating stewed mixed fish. In order to eat the hot pancakes, everyone huddled in the kitchen, sitting around the stove, each holding a bowl and chopsticks in their hands, looking at Mei Ya eagerly as she put the pancakes on the iron pot.
"It will take a while, you guys can eat the fish first," Mei Ya was stared at by everyone, feeling very embarrassed. She increased the speed of kneading the dough in her hands and said to everyone, "The fish is ready, we can eat it now."
Of course everyone could see that the fish was ready to be eaten, but everyone just sat there motionless, staring at Mei Ya's hands, watching her flexibly knead a small ball of dough, then tear the small ball of dough apart and stick it lightly and neatly on the pot. For a moment, the only sound in the room besides the "gurgling" sound of the soup stewing was the sound of people swallowing saliva.
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