"It can be foreseen that when the battle for the Mongolian Khanate is over and the war begins, Guanzhong will face Ahema in Shanxi and Shi Tianze in Henan; Longxi will face the enemies of Xingqing Mansion. The time left for us to prepare for the war is short, but please can

Zhai Gong deployed all his strength..."

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Hu Legen arranged for the soldiers of Guiyi Camp to place the remaining officials in the camp, which went smoothly.

When he returned to the big tent, it was getting dark, but Li Xia was still discussing the situation with Li Zengbo in secret.

Even as a Mongolian, Hulegen found it a bit distasteful.

It was only the first day for the old man, and he didn’t even take a break. He must be very tired...

He guarded outside the tent for a while, and finally saw Li Xia lifting the curtain and coming out, and said, "Go and prepare some food for Mr. Ke Zhai."

Hu Legen had already made preparations and asked people to bring wine and food to Li Zengbo himself.

Li Zengbo smiled and asked, "Can you speak Chinese?"

"I can speak, and I can also write poetry." Hu Legen saw that this old Han man also had heroic spirit, but he did not dare to look down upon him.

"Really? How about reading your poem to me?"

Hu Legen glanced at Li Xia again and saw him nodding. Then he cleared his throat and thought about which poem he had composed to read.

"The Hulegens who came from the grassland are rare and precious because of their authenticity. They surrender to my gods. The handsome kings are victorious in every battle. Mongolians, their blood is boiling for my Tengri Khan."

Li Zengbo was silent for a long time.

I don't know whether I am speechless at something that cannot be called poetry, or I am shocked by the Mongolian's reverence for Li Xia.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the rat-like man in front of him staring at him, as if waiting for a comment.

Li Zengbo is known as a talented poet in today's poetry world, so he cannot comment on this poem. He just smiled and asked Hu Legen to step aside.

Hu Legen turned to look at Li Xia again, and then retreated after Li Xia's instructions.

Li Zengbo then said: "How about I also send a poem to the king?"

Without waiting for Li Xia's answer, he patted his knees and sang a song "Qin Yuan Chun" to himself.

"... Seeing that there is no one in the world, the only hero in the world today is the envoy. If you want to be loyal to the military, prosper the king's industry, support the Sima, and bear the blame for our people? Clean up the armored soldiers, return to Dingfu, and make sure that the eight wastelands are unified. Management

The situation is closer to Han Qin than the situation in Jinghe."

After hearing this, Li Xia shook his head.

"But Mr. Zhai advised me to learn from Yue Fei, Zhongwu... His posthumous name is 'Zhongwu', does it really mean 'when he returns to Dingfu, he will surely unify the eight wastelands'?"

Li Zengbo smiled bitterly and was speechless.

Li Xia looked around and could see deep helplessness in the wrinkles on the old man's face.

He has also been observing Li Zengbo.

Even if we already know his ambition, ability, and character, today is just our first meeting, so it is not easy to embarrass this famous loyal minister of the Song Dynasty.

Li Xia then said: "As officials in the northwest, we should be less romantic and pay more attention to practical matters. There is no need to mention suspicions and ambitions. The most important thing in a few years is to protect the safety of one side and resist the invasion of foreign invaders. But what does Zhai Gong think?

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"What does the prince mean...?"

"Simple, if the foreign invaders are not pacified, there will be no internal strife."

This is Li Xia's guarantee and suggestion.

Li Zengbo couldn't help but be surprised.

This time, the imperial court sent him here to check and balance Li Xia. They originally thought that he was ambitious and must be a cunning person...

No, I was faced with such a frank and bold response.

It's a bit ridiculous, but this is the trend, otherwise what would happen?

Thinking about it, this is the best result that a sixty-three-year-old man can achieve.

"There will be no internal strife until the foreign invaders are pacified."

Li Zengbo felt a little relaxed for no reason.

With this assurance, at least for the time being, we can focus less on internal fighting.

After he came, those temptations, those euphemistic reminders, those hidden subtleties hidden in the poems, seemed to be resolved so easily by Li Xia?

Hundreds of years of party strife and internal strife have made almost all Song Dynasty officials accustomed to it.
Chapter completed!