Although Song Hui is talented, after all, she grew up in the Song clan's mansion and has not experienced many big scenes. Without training, her talents are limited after all. If she wants to rebuild the Song clan on her own, it can only be said that she is driven by ambition.
I lost my mind. But if it were Song Zining, it would be a completely different story.
Building a new Song clan, no, I should say the Song family, sounds like a good idea. If this can give Song Zining a new start, that would be great.
Song Hui secretly looked at Qianye's expression from the side and asked in surprise: "Aren't you angry?"
"Why should I be angry?" Qianye was a little confused.
"Because I plan to poach Brother Seven away! As he becomes the head of the new Song family, he will have to spend a lot of energy here. He can no longer fall into your secret flames every day like before."
"If he likes it, how could I object?" Qianye said.
"Okay, you guys have a really good relationship."
This was another sentence that made Qianye want to hit someone. He kicked Song Hui out and asked her to find the adjutant to break up the officer corps and organize it into the army. This was a time-consuming thing and could not be done in a few days.
of.
It took a few more days to completely capture Liaocheng. The three to four thousand mercenaries brought by Qianye were like a handful of salt thrown into the sea in such a large city. They disappeared in the blink of an eye. They were supposed to guard some key departments.
and important workshops are not enough, and the internal and external defense of the city is out of the question.
Fortunately, Qianye has a fleet in hand, with a floating battleship hovering over the city at all times, and elite troops on the ground on standby, so he is not worried that local riots will turn into real riots.
Nan Ruohuai has continued to visit all the families and major trading houses and workshops in the city non-stop these days. The past two days have been quite effective in purging the most stubborn families. No one dares to shut him out anymore. And Nan Ruohuai has been very successful in cleaning up the most stubborn families.
If Ruohuai is not eloquent, he will give it, but his attitude is always modest and gentle, which makes people feel very sincere.
After all, he is the son of Prince Zheng, a registered prince. His lack of qualifications for succession is simply due to his mother's status, but everyone knows that the position in the harem comes from the influence of the previous dynasty. It is normal for the son to be valued by the mother, and the mother is valued by the son.
What's not possible? Many companies soon expressed their allegiance, and the situation in Liaocheng quickly calmed down. Several large workshops were already preparing to resume work, and the heads of several other large commercial banks also came to see them one by one.
What kind of orders will there be here at night?
When he saw Qianye again, Nan Ruohuai was full of joy and was prepared to be praised. Unexpectedly, he saw Qianye sitting behind the table, with a faint cloud on his face.
Nan Ruohuai suddenly stopped thinking about asking for credit and asked carefully: "Sir Qianye, is there anything else I didn't do well?"
Qianye glanced at him and said: "You have done a good job, but it is still not enough for me."
Nan Ruohuai boldly asked: "Then what should I do?"
Qianye said: "The chaos in the Zheng Kingdom is due to the struggle among the princes. If you ascend the throne of King Zheng, how will you deal with your brothers?"
Nan Ruohuai thought for a moment, gritted her teeth and said, "That's all for the other brothers and sisters. The second brother, fifth brother and eleventh brother who are currently the most vocal in competing for the throne must die! Even if they are kept, they will probably rebel in the future.
If you want a Zheng State that can fully cooperate with your great cause, this is the only way."
Qianye asked again: "Okay, clean them up. Then uproot them, or just kill them personally?"
This question stumped Nan Ruohuai. He thought for a long time and then said: "If they only kill themselves, their family members will definitely feel resentful. Moreover, their in-laws and old friends are closely connected. After all, their descendants have royal blood, and they will be afraid of those who have bad intentions in the future."
There are unwilling subordinates
Continue to support Li. If this continues, there will never be peace. But if the involvement is too wide, too many people will be killed, not to mention that many subordinates are just following orders, and they don’t have much choice. Maybe make a choice between the two.
It will be better."
Qianye nodded and said: "I don't want to waste too much time in Zheng State. Once Yongye knows our movements, there may be big moves. Therefore, I don't have much time to slowly talk to your brothers.
Sisters, let’s go and make a list. Similar to the distant city lord and the stubborn city lord of Liaocheng, all the stubborn ones will be put on the list.”
Nan Ruohuai shuddered, lowered his head deeply, and said: "Yes, sir."
Qianye glanced at him and said: "You are not even a general now. It will be difficult to convince the public if you sit in a big position. But your talent accumulation is quite good, and I still have some auxiliary medicines. You don't need them these days.
You are running around, focus on advancing to become a warrior general. I will designate a training area for you in the Hall of Valor."
Nan Ruohuai was surprised, but also a little disappointed, and said: "Thank you, sir!"
Promoting to the rank of general is the dream of every soldier, but using auxiliary drugs to advance will more or less affect the future potential. However, not many Zheng kings in the past have achieved the rank of god general. Nan Ruohuai knew that he had no hope of becoming a god.
General, I didn't resist. Compared to a big position, a little unknown potential is nothing.
Qianye stood up, put his hands behind his back and said, "If you want things to go smoothly, you have to let those who are lucky enough to understand that they can't do anything about it. In your Zheng country, your second brother is the one who has the highest claim for the throne right now, right?"
"Yes, he was born to his father's favorite Concubine Jade. He is also smart and hard-working, and he married the granddaughter of the Imperial Preceptor, so he received the full support of the Imperial Preceptor. From the following point of view, the Imperial Preceptor is the second brother's biggest helper.
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"National Preceptor? Is it that Liu Zhongyuan?"
"Yes. Master Liu has been awarded the title of Imperial Advisor for more than thirty years and has a very high reputation in the country. To be fair, the second brother is not particularly outstanding in terms of military force and political affairs. Only with the support of the Imperial Advisor, he will become the most promising general.
The candidate for the position. In terms of politics and military affairs, there are several brothers who are not inferior to him."
"In other words, as long as this Liu Zhongyuan is still there, you will not be able to become Prince Zheng."
"Yes."
Qianye nodded and said: "That's the case, then don't go around any more. You send a letter to Liu Zhongyuan, saying that after seven days, I will fight with him outside the gate of the royal capital. If you don't dare to come
If so, I will take off my title of National Preceptor and stop interfering in national affairs."
Nan Ruohuai was shocked and said hurriedly: "Absolutely not! The Imperial Master is a divine general, sir, you cannot put yourself in danger!"
Now Qianye is his biggest supporter. If anything happens to Qianye, he will definitely not end well.
"God general? He's a hundred years old, and he's just a god general. What's the problem?"
Nan Ruohuai bit the bullet and persuaded again: "It's better to invite Your Excellency Carol to fight."
"She is not needed for such a trivial matter."
Within a few days, the news that Qianye was going to challenge the Imperial Master Liu Zhongyuan caused a sensation throughout the Zheng Kingdom. Princes from all walks of life were extremely shocked by Nan Ruohuai's rocket-like rise, and even the princes at the front slowed down.
They were fighting each other, and wanted to see where the help from this good-for-nothing younger brother would come from.
As a result, as soon as the news came that the second prince's lair had been raided, Qianye came out to challenge Liu Zhongyuan. Therefore, the second prince was in a very bad mood these days. Not only did he throw away all his beloved vases and antiques, but he also killed two concubines.
.Liaocheng was occupied, and the second prince lost half of his strength. If Liu Zhongyuan loses again, then the second prince will be defeated and there will be no room for improvement.
A person like him who has a high voice and fails to fight for the throne will only end up worse than ordinary people. No matter who takes the throne, there is no chance of him and his descendants being preserved.
After the attack, the second prince ordered his servants to find out the details of Qianye at all costs to see who dared to be so bold as to challenge the imperial master.
Liu Zhongyuan has served as the Imperial Counselor of the Zheng State for more than thirty years. His reputation is even higher than that of King Zheng, and his strength is said to be even higher than that of Prince Zheng. In the Zheng State, Liu Zhongyuan is like a divine needle that can fix the sea, let alone him.
On weekdays, no one dares to provoke me, not even his disciples or grandsons.
Existing intelligence showed that Qianye had not yet been promoted to the rank of divine general. Thinking of this, the second prince felt a little relieved.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of battle had arrived.
Before dawn, there is already a sea of people outside the east gate of the royal capital. Even the city walls that strictly prohibit idlers from entering or exiting are full of people. Most of these people are prominent figures in the city. They all have magical powers and means to go to the city. Even the city defense army is not willing to do so.
offend.
Those who were incompetent could only find a place outside the city and crane their necks for fear of missing something.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the east gate of the royal capital opened wide, and groups of warriors dressed in white uniforms, with swords and guns on their backs, filed out. Dozens of people in the front held brooms and buckets, sweeping the floor and spraying water, clearing the road and suppressing dust. Dozens in the middle
People held the red carpet in their hands and spread it piece by piece on the cleaned ground, creating a large flat area like a gorgeous palace in the blink of an eye.
Then there were dozens of people holding wooden boards with various parts to build a platform that was as high as one person. Eight more strong warriors worked together to lift a high chair, jumped onto the platform, and gently lowered the throne.
The throne was made of extraordinary material. It looked neither gold nor wood. It was extremely heavy. I didn't know what it was made of.
After the throne was in place, the white-robed warriors lined up on both sides of the high platform, standing still.
This stage and this chair are all prepared for the Imperial Master. However, the stage has been set up, but there is no one on the chair. After waiting for a while, the Imperial Master still did not appear, and they couldn't help but feel a little commotion. But the hundreds of white robes
The samurai are all the disciples and grandsons of the national master. They all have good fortune and strong fighting ability. Hundreds of them stand in one place, and no one dares to provoke them.
Just when everyone's necks were sore from waiting, a long bell rang in the city. It turned out to be eight o'clock. This time is the normal opening time of the city gate. Normally, the four gates of the capital are open, but now the princes are competing for the throne.
, as a precaution, the royal capital went back to the old system, closing the doors at midnight and only opening them in the morning.
Before the bells finished ringing, everyone suddenly felt their eyes dazzled. There was another person on the throne. He had a wide robe with big sleeves, flowing white clothes, beard and hair like snow, but the skin on his face was like that of a baby. He was none other than the Imperial Master Liu Zhongyuan.
Liu Zhongyuan, who had been a powerful figure in the Zheng Kingdom for decades, descended from the sky like a god. No one could really see how he entered the scene. When it was confirmed that the imperial master was present, cheers like a mountain and a tsunami suddenly sounded outside the east gate.
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The Imperial Master had arrived, but Qianye had not moved yet, and everyone immediately cursed.
A middle-aged white-robed warrior came to Liu Zhongyuan and asked softly: "Master, what should we do now?"
Liu Zhongyuan kept his eyes closed and said calmly: "It's still early in the day, why are you anxious? Just wait until noon. Even if they are barbarians, we practitioners must not lose our etiquette and self-control."
The middle-aged warrior looked ashamed and kept saying yes. Liu Zhongyuan sat calmly, with his eyes open and closed, as if he could sit there until the end of time.
Seeing the Imperial Master being so calm, the onlookers became even more confident.
After a while, just as the crowd became increasingly anxious, someone suddenly pointed in the distance and shouted: "What is that!?"
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a dark cloud in the sky in the distance, approaching quickly.