The final result of the discussion was that they agreed with Guifeng's opinion.
Ask the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue to prepare the things needed for this expedition.
After the court
Mu Song walked up to Gui Feng and asked, "Are you sure you can conquer the Western Region in three months?"
Gui Feng: "Sure, let the envoys deliver a letter to each of their small countries."
Mu Song: "What letter?"
Gui Feng jumped on his horse and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Of course it is the letter asking them to submit to our dynasty. If they disagree, we will attack them and beat them into submission."
Mu Song: “!”
"This doesn't make sense. If this gets out, how will other countries view us?"
Gui Feng: "The Western Regions will be our territory by then. What are you afraid of? I'm going to go back to sleep first. You should go back as well. You are old now. Don't learn from us young people. Go back to sleep quickly. It would be bad if you stay up all night."
Mu Song: "..." Isn't it that this person can't speak more tactfully? Why is he speaking so rudely?
I really don't like it at all.
Mu Song felt that Gui Feng was too vindictive.
Because of the initial incident in the military camp, he has been holding a grudge until now.
Fu Guang originally planned to go home and go to sleep directly.
After so many days of travel.
As soon as he arrived in the capital, he started working non-stop without even taking a rest.
Now I can finally take a break.
When I get home, I'll have a good sleep.
But I just arrived at the doorstep.
I saw a carriage parked at the door of my house.
That carriage looks quite luxurious.
Fu Guang rubbed his chin: Strange, how come there is someone in front of my house at dawn? Could he be the enemy of the previous owner of this house?
Fu Guang walked up to the carriage and asked the driver outside the carriage: "Who are you and why did you stop the carriage in front of my house?"
The driver jumped off the carriage, saluted to Fu Guang, and then respectfully said to the people in the carriage: "Your Highness, General Fu Guang is back."
A woman's gentle voice came from the carriage: "Okay."
The palace maids in the carriage got off and opened the curtain to make it easier for Princess Baili Yushu to get off the carriage.
Fu Guang looked at Baili Yushu who got off the carriage. Baili Yushu was wearing gorgeous clothes and expensive and exquisite pearl hairpins on her head.
She looks very gentle and generous, and is very pleasing to the eye.
Bright and gentle.
Fu Guang always felt that this person looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
But I can't remember it no matter how hard I try.
Fu Guang: It doesn’t feel right. If I had seen such a beautiful woman, I would definitely have an impression of her. I would not have forgotten her. It’s really strange.
Then I remembered that the coachman just now seemed to have called this beautiful princess.
She bowed quickly and said, "Your humble servant greets Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Baili Yushu was holding a food box in his hand.
He walked up quickly and held Fu Guang's hand: "I'm here to bring you some food. You've been busy all day and haven't eaten yet. You must be starving. I made the food myself."
Fu Guang looked at his hand being held, a little confused: No, isn't it the arm that is held? Why is the eldest princess holding the hand?
It seems that money and power really can help people, and they can help a lot.
The princess had been tortured by the Huns before, her skin was dry and rough, and she looked lifeless, with no hope of survival.
It's only been more than half a year, but my skin has improved and become more tender, and my temperament has also changed.
nice.
Fu Guang: The eldest princess’ hands are quite nice to touch.
"Is it for me?" Isn't today a good day? Hahahaha, the general went to court without eating, but I didn't expect that I didn't have to go to court, and I was so lucky that I could eat the meal made by the princess herself.
This rice should not be poisoned.
This princess doesn't look like someone who would poison someone's food.