"Speak of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here." Wu Nian smiled slightly, reached out to take the note handed over by his personal soldiers, opened it and took a look.

The roughly means.

The general had the talent of Shenwu, and the people surrendered, and the drought came from the sky. The general came to the altar and asked for rain. The Dragon King obeyed the orders, and the heavy rain and strong winds were blowing.

The general inherited the will of heaven, and the ministers led 126 civil and military ministers to request the general to ascend the throne and establish a ancestral temple and country.

The speech is very organized, the rhetoric is very gorgeous, and it is quoted from classics. In some places, Wu Nian, a rough man, still can't understand it very well.

"Take cinnabar." Wu Nian put down the note, raised his head and said to his personal soldiers.

"Yes." The personal soldiers responded and immediately turned around and went down. Soon after, he walked in with another plate.

There are inkstones, pens and other items on the plate. However, in the inkstone is not ink, but cinnabar.

This is called the imperial pen red copy.

Wu Nian did this a long time ago, but there were very few real Zhu Ci. He left everything to Liu Zhixing and Li Yong to do it.

The two of them discussed the administration, military supplies, etc.

Wang Youzhan inspects all officials.

Wu Nian didn't know how to govern the country and trusted them, so he left it to them. He was responsible for practicing martial arts, hang out with his wives and concubines, and led troops to fight, so he grasped the general direction.

Commonly known as the boss of hand-off.

Wu Nian pinched the brush, stained with cinnabar, so he bent over on the coffee table and wrote the approval document.

"I understand you are loyal, but Huo Qubing said, "Why do you want to be a family before the Huns are destroyed? I, Wu Nian, made a vow to restore Liaodong and expel the Tartars. Now there are two prefectures in Liaodong in the hands of the Mongol Yuan people. How dare I be the king? After conquering the five prefectures in Liaodong, I successfully expel the Tartars. Let alone becoming king. What's the harm in becoming emperor?"

After Wu Nian put down the pen, he put the fold at his mouth and blew the cinnabar dry, then closed it, handed it to his personal soldiers and said, "Leave the fold to Gongsun Sang."

"Yes." The personal soldiers responded respectfully and turned around.

Wu Nian's approval was very simple, but it was also some imperial power. These ministers submitted a memorial to persuade them to become kings, and no matter what, they were strongly supported.

Can't be reprimanded.

Not only can you not scold me, but you also have to encourage me to draw a big pie.

It’s not that I don’t want to be king, but we have to talk about this matter after the Liaodong is restored.

If you scold me severely, it will be a disgusting person's heart.

"Everyone go back. While staring at Wang Zhongbi and the others, there is still something to do. Although it rains, the people will not die of thirst. However, the crops are over halfway through. After the autumn harvest, many people cannot eat. We send food, send food, or open porridge factories to drink porridge for the people. We cannot starve to death. There is a long way to go."

Wu Nian raised his head and said to the three of them.

"Yes." Liu Zhixing, Li Yong, and Wang Youxiao also achieved their goals. They were in a happy mood. They clasped their fists and stood up and left.

Front door between front yard and back yard.

Gongsun Sang led the officials in the General Fu Han’s mansion and was waiting for the news. Many of the ministers who were persuaded to become kings were from other places.

For example, the lieutenant, thousand households, hundred households, county magistrate, etc. The rest were Gongsun Sang and others. Except for the prefect Zhang Haiping who did not come, the rest were present.

Everyone was excited, their faces were red, their eyes were shiny, and they whispered.

"It is a blessing for the people of Liaodong to be the general to be king."

"Yes. After asking for rain, who dares to say that the general is not following the destiny? It is simply the heart of all the people and respecting virtue from all directions."

"I just don't know if the general will agree."

"The general will definitely agree."

The officials said it was a singular thing, but they were all selfish. Wu Nian ascended the throne and became king, and everyone was promoted to a higher level.

By then, the king will be awarded a great honor to the great ministers, and many people will be able to obtain the title of marquis and count, which will really bring glory to the ancestors.

Soon, the personal soldier walked out with the cinnabar approval note.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you say?" Gongsun Sang's eyes lit up and he hurriedly went up to ask. This personal soldier, the official, was appointed as a hundred households.

"This is General Zhu's comment, and I don't know what I wrote. Lord Gongsun read it myself." Zhang Baihu bent down and handed the note to Gongsun Sang.

Gongsun Sang immediately breathed out when he heard this, then grabbed the note and opened it with a trembling trembling.

The officials around rushed forward, surrounded Gongsun Sangzhi and looked down.

Then Gongsun Sang and others were disappointed, but in addition to being disappointed, their blood was boiling.

The general did not reprimand a word, but instead showed his thoughts generously. After the Liaodong was restored and the Tartars were expelled, it would be fine to become emperor.

It really made them inject blood.

"Everyone. You guys. With the general's talent of Shenwu, the general's destiny, the general's destiny will drive away the Tartars and restore Liaodong, it is really a divine weapon that can be swept away without any effort. Let's go back. Let's do it well. When the time comes, we will persuade us to move forward." Gongsun Sang suppressed his disappointment, and felt high. He waved his sleeves and said to everyone.

"Well. Lord Gongsun said, "We will do our best to help the general expel the Tartars as soon as possible and restore Liaodong."

"Wang Zhongbi of Nanhai Prefecture and Chunyuan of Huanglong Prefecture are all dry bones in the tomb. Sooner or later, they will be captured and killed by our general."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then scattered with Gongsun Sang. The cinnabar approval was greedy by Gongsun Sang, and he put it in his arms. He planned to go back and offer it to his descendants.

Um.

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Huanglong Mansion.

In the palace of Prince Dai, in the backyard pavilion, Chunyuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the East in a daze.

"Prince, are you looking for me?" Qin Zhen, the governor of Liaodong, arrived outside the pavilion along the corridor and asked with his hands.

"Sit." Chun Yuan turned around and reached out to ask Qin Zhen to sit down. As the two of them sat down, an eunuch immediately walked in with a teacup and bent down.

Chunyuan and Qin Zhen picked up the teacup, tasted a sip of the tea before putting it down.

"You know the news that Wu Nian worships the sky and asks for rain. What do you think?" Chun Yuan looked up and asked Qin Zhen.

"Scary." Qin Zhen's face was very serious and he spitted out two words.

"It's very scary. I am a Wanhu with blood on my hands, Prince, I don't believe in the destiny of gods, Buddhas and heaven. I believe this is just a coincidence. But the Han people believe it. I believe that Wu Nian is the destiny of heaven."

Chun Yuan sighed and said.

The drought in Huanglong Mansion was also very serious. He was very happy when he saw the first rain. Later, news came from the front that Wu Nian came to the altar to ask for rain, and it rained on the spot.

Chunyuan felt that this matter might be a disaster.

But he had no choice but to deal with Wu Nian, so he could only see Wu Nian take action and counterattack him. This time he came to Qin Zhen, and just wanted to talk to someone.

"Prince. I have a plan. Either kill Wu Nian or make Wu Nian even more powerful." But Qin Zhen really had a plan. After hesitating for a while, he looked up and bowed to Chun Yuan and said.
Chapter completed!