Two days later, the whole of Chengdu ushered in a happy event. Thanks to the action of the bow dog, Lou Xing, a border citizen who was tired of winning, was finally shot and wounded with an arrow, and was captured back to Chengdu.
"My lord has ordered that the traitor Lou Xing conspires to poison the Eastern military advisor and is to be beheaded in half -"
Sun Xun cursed, and for this matter, he was even whipped. Fortunately, Silly Hu sent the young military advisor to Jiangnan and was not in the city. Otherwise, if he had let this stupid man take action, old and new grudges would have broken out.
A layer of skin.
Xu Mu looked at the prison car in front of him with a cold face.
Wanting to poison Dongfang Jing is equivalent to touching his reverse scale. For example, the murderer Lou Xing must be punished severely to relieve his hatred.
"My lord, I asked, but I didn't know what he said. It was a man from the iron torture platform who came to contact him."
"What about the people on the iron scaffold?"
"Arrest, I'll chop him with a knife!"
Xu Mu rubbed his forehead and waved his hand.
"Execution!" Sun Xun pressed his sword and stepped forward, his voice like thunder.
After a while, many people who were watching started cheering.
Being tied to the execution platform, Lou Xing's eyes suddenly became frightened. However, his tongue was pulled out, and he could only scream excitedly.
Next to him, an executioner in red clothes had already sprayed wine on his knife, gestured to the position of the cut, and then roared and waved it.
When the screams started to sound, Xu Mu turned around coldly and walked into the palace.
The puppy Fu who was looking at the file slowly stood up and saluted Xu Mu.
"Dou Fu, there is no need for this."
"My lord, my teacher taught me that there must be a distinction between master and subordinate, and no crossing between them is allowed."
Xu Mu was silent for a moment. This was indeed Jia Zhou's temperament. Jia Zhou had been doing this for so many years of assisting Xi Shu. In a daze, he looked up and seemed to see the old military advisor again, sitting in front of him, full of joy.
His face was full of thoughts and worries.
"Gou Fu, don't talk about this." Xu Mu calmed down his thoughts and sat down beside him.
"How, we have made a discovery."
"There is indeed a Sha Rong people. But in the past, they were not called Sha Rong, but Bei Rong. But after the Beidi people became powerful and dominated the grassland for more than two hundred years, the Bei Rong were driven out of Saibei and retreated to Bitter Cold Sand.
Hai, slowly, became known as Sha Rong people."
"But the specific information is still lacking. My lord, the current focus must be on the Central Plains."
Xu Mu nodded.
If the war between the north and the south is lost, Xi Shu will have no chance.
"Lord, I also have an idea regarding the Dong Laimi Taoist disciples."
"Speak."
"As we all know, the salt produced in Yandao is the best in the Jiangnan area. Many people in Kezhou and Donglai Prefecture also like these island salts. If not, let the official shops over Yandao increase their prices.
Twice. This makes the public sentiment in Donglai and Kezhou even more chaotic."
There is also salt production in Qingzhou. However, the quality is not as good as that of Yandao, and it is not favored by aristocratic families. Moreover, it is a long way to deliver it from the inner city.
In the past, Xu Mu had no intention of using Salt Island to suppress the Jiangnan area. But now, not only him, but even the entire Western Shu, are extremely disgusted with the Mi Taoists who are like dog-skin plasters.
With the help of Huang Daochong before, coupled with Xiaoqiao Fu's method, it can be regarded as a strong alliance.
"Gou Fu, I will do as you say."
Xu Mu lowered his gaze. He felt that the recent situation had suddenly become a lot more confusing.
"By the way, my lord, Mr. Dongfang has sent Beiyu's peace negotiation documents again."
"What time is it?"
"This is the fifth time. The little military advisor from Beiyu is probably in a hurry. In the past few days, he has deployed large armies one after another to station in Kezhou."
Xu Mu took the document, looked at it, and found that the contents were almost the same. It probably meant that the information was wrong, and Jiang Meng, the general of Chongqing, had been deceived and had been severely punished.
Xu Mu had no expression on his face and tore up the peace documents. Although everyone knew it, but now, Beiyu took the lead in provoking the war, which has made many people in the world dissatisfied. It would be better to let this dissatisfaction ferment again.
"Morrie."
Little Dog Fu nodded, "That Jiang Meng is still in Kezhou at this time, but I heard that after he returned, he immediately fell seriously ill and became a little older."
…
"Ahem." In a river city in Kezhou, in the governor's mansion, Jiang Meng struggled to hold himself up and sat up from the bed.
After many years of military service, only this time he was really hit hard. He was only a few steps away from dying in battle.
"Take your seats, you two." Jiang Meng exhaled, his face getting older and his voice also becoming hoarse.
In front of him were two middle-aged men wearing Taoist robes. One was named Jiang Chong and the other was named Yao Rong. If not for these two men, he would never have been able to return to Kezhou.
"Old General, take care of yourself." Jiang Zhong twirled the mustache on his lips, his voice seemed to be concerned, but in fact it was extremely dull.
"Nothing, just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."
"These Shu people are really cunning. They dare not go ashore and will only bluff on the river. When Beiyu has a powerful navy and General Chiang's army takes revenge, none of these people will be able to escape."
Jiang Meng was stunned and did not dare to answer the question for a moment. A water fight gave him a vague nightmare.
"By the way, old general...what official document has come from Changyang?" Jiang Zhong hesitated for a moment and made some insinuations. This time Mi Taoist has made a great contribution and according to the agreement, he should get something.
"To tell you the truth, there is no news from Changyang yet." Deep down, Jiang Meng was vaguely dissatisfied. If it hadn't been for the little strategist from Changyang who made a mistake in his plan, his east-route army would have suffered heavy casualties.
Of course, on the surface, he would not say a word more.
"You two have made a great contribution, and I, Beiyu, will definitely remember it. Don't be anxious, because the official document will be here in the next two days."
Jiang Chong smiled, with gloom hidden in his eyes.
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"Brother Yao, sometimes I really want to flip the flag." Jiang Zhong and Yao Rong stood side by side on the river bank.
"Brother Jiang, don't be anxious, the time has not come yet."
"Northern Chongqing and western Shu each occupy half of the country. But don't forget that the world has not yet been decided." Jiang Chong smiled and took out a white scarf from his arms.
"What is this?"
Jiang Zhong looked crazy, "I have already thought about it. The day will come when I will raise the flag. Not only Beiyu, but also those hiding in Xishu, they all listened to my call and responded one after another."
"It only takes one idol to convince the people. At that time, they will use this white scarf, and the person who matches it will be called the White Scarf Warrior, and together with me, they will sweep the world."
"Three measures of rice help the world, and all people in the world can eat from one trough."
"The more fierce the fight between Beiyu and Xishu is, the greater our chances will be. Brother Yao, can you understand?"
Yao Rong looked silent.
"Brother Jiang, this matter needs long-term consideration. Don't forget that we are where we are today because of someone's support."
Jiang Chong smiled, folded the white scarf calmly, and put it back in his arms.
"Just watch."
"The country is not yet settled, there is no emperor, no emperor -" Jiang Zhong stretched out his hand as if to catch a gust of river wind, his voice became more and more loud, "You and I both have a chance to aspire to the ninth throne."