He thought that if King Hongmeng was not here to supervise the army to check and balance him, he would be directly here to seize military power.
This imperial edict may require him to return to Beijing.
He had even thought about whether Ming Wuyou would be in danger in Beijing, whether he would be put under house arrest, and how he would escape unscathed when he returned.
People's hearts are unpredictable, and as an emperor, he will be even more cunning and suspicious.
Yuan Hao was brought out by him personally, and Murong Yu was fully aware of his growth in the past few years.
Although he was only fourteen years old, he was already very experienced in dealing with government affairs. He had tamed all the senior officials in the court one by one and held them in his hands.
Murong Yu looked very happy in his eyes.
He believed that he had seen everything in the world, and he had already thought that one day, the world would be settled, and he might not end well.
He had even planned everything in the dark, how to escape safely, and everything was ready.
But I never expected that I would receive such full trust today.
But he has a villainous heart.
Murong Yu looked up to the sky and laughed, with indescribable joy and joy in his laughter.
After a while, the laughter stopped, and he said in a deep voice: "I will definitely live up to your Majesty's trust."
…
In Yuezhou City, one could hear voices shouting "Emperor Father and Regent" from the military camp not far away.
A tall and handsome man in military uniform stood on the tower, looking into the distance with a lookout glass.
Next to him stood Zhou Mingkun, dressed in black armor.
Zhou Mingkun seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "It seems that His Highness Prince Ding's plan of spreading rumors is useless. The young emperor didn't believe it at all, and even gave the Regent a title. This is like recognizing the Regent as his father."
"Returning the Dragon-Slaying Sword is equivalent to entrusting the entire Qian Kingdom to the hands of the regent, including the little emperor's own wealth and life..."
"Such trust is unprecedented in the emperor's house. Your Highness doesn't know the little emperor well enough."
The man in military uniform took off his lookout glass and looked a little ugly.
Zhou Mingkun took it and looked at it and said: "What should we do now? Look at the high morale of the military camp. The previously lax military morale has been gathered again. This is not good for us."
"Now that the city is surrounded on three sides, His Highness Prince Ding, please make up your mind quickly, otherwise we will have to deal with it here."
His tone was brisk and there was no fear at all of "tell it here".
Murong Ting didn't know that Zhou Mingkun had a back-up plan.
The waters and islands of Anluo are his back-up force.
It's amazing that he returned to Anluo. It would still be difficult for Murong Yu to set foot in Anluo again in a short time.
Zhou Mingkun has been a local emperor in Yuezhou for many years and has accumulated a lot of wealth, food, grass, and weapons. He can slowly spend it with Murong Yu across the sea, and he has nothing to fear.
But Murong Ting was different.
When he got to Anluo, he was no longer the king of Qian Kingdom, but just a bereaved dog.
"Your Majesty, please think carefully about how to defeat the enemy." Zhou Mingkun took off the observation glass and walked down the tower holding the sword on his waist, leaving only King Ding standing there, staring gloomily at the military camp not far away.
He thought that the rumors were destined to become a thorn in the hearts of the uncle and nephew.
And there is also the Song Dynasty Duke's Mansion in the capital, which provides support from within, so he can wait for work in leisure.
But he didn't expect that the most critical link he relied on was so wrong.
An unsteady little emperor actually trusts a powerful official who has a lot of power and is not a member of the Murong royal family...so much that he can risk his life?
…
It was already midnight when Leng Xiao came back.
Murong Yuzhi heard a slight sound of landing and stood up, "How is it?"
"Go back to Your Highness!" Leng Xiao knelt down and reported: "We have secretly gone to the Anluo sea area, but Zhou Mingkun also parked a navy warship in the bay, so the navy in Qinghe Prefecture is parked further away, ready to listen to His Highness's orders at any time.
.”
"good."
The corner of Murong Yu's lips curled up slightly, he already had a plan and was only waiting for a few days of siege.
But unexpectedly, on the third day of the siege, an unexpected person came to the camp.
The night is dark and the sea breeze is gentle.
Yun Zimo led a group of soldiers through the camp, inspected it once, yawned and went back to his tent to rest.
Qingfeng was sent back early by him.
Although there has been no formal attack recently, we have set up defenses and called formations. Everyone has not touched the ground every day, and Qingfeng is very tired.
Yun Zimo didn't want to call him around.
Isn’t it just a matter of undressing, washing and sleeping?
He has been with the army for a few months and has gained a lot of self-care ability.
He was so sleepy that he yawned three times after walking three steps into the account.
There was a line of sight in the darkness, with a faint look on his face, "He is indeed a good-looking young master. Even a yawn is so pleasing to the eye."
"..."
Yun Zimo took the fire folding piece with the intention of lighting a lamp, but was so frightened by the sound that he froze into stone. The flame burned his hand, and he hissed in pain.
A pair of slender plain hands stretched out, took the fire stick in Yun Zimo's hand, and lit the oil lamp.
The flame of the oil lamp flickered, shining on the woman's cold face.
She was still as usual, with a calm expression, neither cold nor hot, "Long time no see."
"..."
Yun Zimo was speechless, the emotions in his heart were suddenly mixed together, and he didn't know what expression to show.
After a while, he said stiffly: "Why are you here?"
"I heard that there is going to be another fight here in Anluo. How could I not come..." Wushuang sighed, "Take me to see the regent."
I looked for him because he was the only one I knew well in the camp, so I wouldn't attack him as soon as I met him.
If we find other people, I'm afraid it will take a lot of trouble to get to Murong Yu.
…
After half a cup of tea, Yun Zimo appeared in front of Murong Yu with Wushuang.
Wushuang said: "I will go to Anluo to help you secure your rear and prevent war from starting - at least, I don't want another war to start in Anluo."
Ten years ago, she was young and incompetent, and she was completely powerless to stop everything when it happened.
She may still be powerless this time, but she wants to... try her best, for the sake of the people who were once her people.
Murong Yu's expression was calm: "You will not start a war if you can hold your ground."
If she cannot stabilize the Anluo Sea Territory and allow the Anluo Sea Territory to be used by Zhou Mingkun, then the war will inevitably continue and no one can stop it.
"I will try my best." Wushuang said cautiously: "You give me ten days, ten days. If I can't stabilize An Luo, then whatever you do."
Yun Zimo couldn't help but said: "Brother Ninth, just give her ten days. Anyway, the siege now is not short of these ten days. If she can really control An Luo without any bloodshed, we can save our efforts.
Reduce casualties.”
"Okay." Murong Yuzhi thought for a moment, "I agree, but ten days are ten days. If An Luo cannot be controlled in Ten Days, An Luo must be controlled before destroying Yuezhou City."
If the supply of Yuezhou is cut off, the siege and siege will be more efficient.
This is the overall situation.
Wushuang naturally had no choice, so he agreed and left the handsome tent.
Yun Zimo hesitated for a moment and stayed for a while, "Brother Ninth, she is alone. She has to cross the strait to go to Anluo. If she encounters Zhou Mingkun's people, let alone solving the problem, she may not even be able to save her life.
"
Murong Yu raised his eyebrows: "You want to help her?"
"Yeah..." Yun Zimo sneered: "Actually, it's not helping...isn't it helping us? I know you have secretly mobilized the navy of Qinghe Prefecture, why not deploy a team of elites to follow her across the strait at night?
.”
"In this way, she won't have to fight alone in An Luo realm."
Murong Yu smiled, "Do you think she went to Anluo to challenge Zhou Mingkun's men on the island alone?"
"I know she must have other methods, but it's always more dangerous to be alone."
Yun Zimo smiled bitterly, "It's okay if you don't know. If you know, you can't just turn a blind eye..."
Murong Yu looked at the hesitant and uncontrollable worried look on Yun Zimo's face, and secretly sighed at the infatuation of a young man.
"Okay, go and order someone and go with her...be careful."
Yun Zimo said happily: "Okay, thank you Brother Ninth!"
…
After Wushuang left the commander's tent, he went to a nearby tent to rest for a while, waiting for Murong Yu's people to send Zhou Mingkun's naval distribution map in Yuezhou to facilitate movement.
But I waited until Yun Zimo.
"I'll go with you." Yun Zimo waved the drawing in his hand, "Wait a little longer and order a team of navy."
Wushuang narrowed his eyes, "You? You're not seasick."
Yun Zimo: "..."
After the previous night's entanglement, Yun Zimo was already embarrassed to see her... Now he had done a lot of mental preparation before coming in, but she was not unusual at all. Instead, her words hit him right where it hurt. This chapter has been completed!