"Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao is here." Wu Nian smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to take the book handed over by his own soldiers, and opened it to take a look.

It roughly means.

The general has great military talents, and the people follow him. There is a severe drought. The general goes to the altar to pray for rain. The Dragon King obeys the order, and there is a heavy rain and strong wind.

The general accepted the mandate from heaven, and I led one hundred and twenty-six civil and military ministers to request the general to ascend the throne and proclaim himself king, and to establish an ancestral temple and a state.

The words are very organized, the vocabulary is very gorgeous, and the scriptures are quoted. There are some places that even Wu Nian, an old man like Wu Nian, can't quite understand.

"Get the cinnabar." Wu Nian put down the fold, raised his head and said to the soldiers.

"Yes." The soldier responded and immediately turned around and went down. Not long after, he walked in again carrying a plate.

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

This is called Yubi Zhupi.

Wu Nian had done this a long time ago, but there were few real Zhu Pi. Whatever happened, he could safely leave it to Liu Zhixing and Li Yong to handle it.

The two of them discussed matters such as administration and military supplies.

Wang Youxue inspects hundreds of officials.

Wu Nian didn't know much about running the country anyway, and he trusted them, so he left it to them. He was responsible for practicing martial arts, hanging out with his wives and concubines, and leading troops to fight, and grasping the general direction.

Commonly known as the hands-off shopkeeper.

Wu Nian picked up a writing brush, stained it with cinnabar, bent over the coffee table, and wrote the approval document.

"I understand that you are loyal. But Huo Qubing said: Why should I call my homeland before the Xiongnu are destroyed? I, Wu Nian, have made an oath to liberate Liaodong and expel the Tartars. Now there are still two palaces in Liaodong in the hands of the Mongols. How can I dare to claim the throne?

Once the five prefectures in Liaodong are conquered and the Tartars are successfully expelled, forget about becoming king. What's the harm in becoming emperor?"

After Wu Nian put down his pen, he put the fold to his mouth and dried the cinnabar, then closed it, handed it to the soldier and said, "Give the fold to Gongsun Sang."

"Yes." The soldier responded respectfully, turned around and went down.

Wu Nian's approval document was very simple, but it also had some imperial power. These ministers made exaggerations to persuade Jin to become king, and no matter what, they gave strong support.

Can't be blamed.

Not only can't you reprimand, but you must also encourage and make a big pie.

It's not that I don't want to be king. We have to wait until Liaodong is liberated before we can discuss this matter.

If he is severely reprimanded, it will chill the hearts of his subordinates.

"Let's all go back. While we're keeping an eye on Wang Zhongbi and the others, we still have things to do. Although it's raining, the people won't die of thirst. But most of the crops are finished. After the autumn harvest, many people don't have enough to eat. We sent food,

Distribute food or open a porridge factory to provide porridge to the people. No one can 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 all achieved their goals. They were in a happy mood, clasped their fists, stood up and left.

In front of the gateway between the front yard and the backyard.

Gongsun Sang led the officials in the office of General Fu Han and were waiting for news. Many of the ministers who signed the joint letter to persuade him to become king were from other places.

For example, the captain of the school, Qianhu, Baihu, county magistrate, etc. The rest were Gongsun Sang and others. Except for the prefect Zhang Haiping, who did not come, the rest were all present.

Everyone was very excited, their faces were red, their eyes were bright, and they were whispering.

"When a general becomes king, it is a blessing for the people of Liaodong."

"That's right. After praying for rain, who dares to say that the general did not inherit the destiny? It is simply that all the people are enamored and admired by virtue."

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

"The general will definitely agree."

The officials talk about it in a frivolous way, but they have some selfish motives. When Wu Nian ascended the throne and became king, everyone was promoted to a higher level.

When the time comes, the king will ennoble the meritorious officials, and many people will be able to obtain the title of marquis and earldom, which will really bring glory to the ancestors.

Soon, the soldier came out with the certificate signed by Cinnabar.

"Master Zhang, what did the king say?" Gongsun Sang's eyes lit up and he quickly went up to ask. This private soldier has an official title of 100 households.

"This is General Zhu's seal. I don't know what he wrote. Master Gongsun, read it yourself." Zhang Baihu bent down and handed the document to Gongsun Sang.

Gongsun Sang exhaled immediately after hearing this, then grabbed the fold and opened it with a slight trembling.

The officials around him swarmed up with cheers, surrounded Gongsun Sang, and lowered their heads to watch.

Then Gongsun Sang and others were disappointed, but despite their disappointment, they were also excited.

The general did not rebuke him, but openly expressed his feelings. After Liaodong was liberated and the Tartars were expelled, there was no harm in proclaiming himself emperor.

It really shocked them.

"Everyone, everyone. With the general's magical talent and destiny, he drove away the Tartars and liberated Liaodong. It was really a magic weapon to sweep away without any effort. Let's all go back. Do your business well, and when the time comes, come and persuade us to come in.

"Gongsun Sang suppressed the disappointment in his heart and became excited. He waved his sleeves and said to everyone.

"Yes. What Lord Gongsun said is that we should do our job well and help the general expel the Tartars as soon as possible and regain Liaodong."

"Wang Zhongbi of Nanhai Mansion and Chunyuan of Huanglong Mansion are both withered bones in the graves. Sooner or later they will be captured and killed by our generals."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then left together with Gongsun Sang. The cinnabar seal was corrupted by Gongsun Sang, and he stuffed it into his arms, intending to go back and offer it to his descendants.

Um.

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Huanglong Mansion.

In the pavilion in the backyard of the Prince's Residence, Chunyuan was wearing a blue gown, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at the east in trance.

"My lord, are you looking for me?" Qin Zhen, the governor of Liaodong, walked along the corridor to the outside of the pavilion and asked with his hands raised.

"Sit." Chunyuan turned around and stretched out his hand to ask Qin Zhen to sit down. As the two sat down, a eunuch came in with a tea cup and bent down to put it down.

Chunyuan and Qin Zhen picked up the tea cups, took a sip of tea and then put them down.

"You also know the news about Wu Nian praying for rain. What do you think?" Chunyuan raised his head and asked Qin Zhendao.

"Terrible." Qin Zhen's face was very serious and he spat out two words.

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

Chunyuan sighed and said.

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

Chunyuan felt that this matter might happen.

But he was helpless. He had no way to deal with Wu Nian. He could only watch Wu Nian's moves and then break them up. This time he came to Qin Zhen just to find someone to talk to.

"Your Majesty, 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 moment, he raised his head and said to Chunyuan.
Chapter completed!