When Zhang Yu, Cai Gong and others were rushing towards the garrison town ahead, he did not know that Taiyang Academy did not calm down after he left.
Since there was no more suitable candidate than Zhan Zhitong at this time, the upper echelons of the Academy unanimously agreed that he should serve as the envoy to the Hard Claw Tribe and be responsible for the communication between the two parties. Then they submitted a petition to the Administrative Office.
Liu Fengquan, the administrative director who just took office this month, immediately approved the approval without any delay.
However, this made the students in Dongtai Academy very dissatisfied.
After nearly two months of getting along, they had become quite convinced of Zhang Yu, a stern teacher, and they all believed that only their teacher was the best candidate to send an envoy to the Hard Claw Tribe. But now this matter has changed.
Being robbed by someone whom no one knew, how could they be convinced?
More importantly, as Zhang Yu's students, the two are one in a sense. The teacher has been squeezed out, so as students, do they still have the nerve to sit here?
Then more bad news came, saying that Zhang Yu would no longer take care of the school affairs in the future, and might instead let Zhan Zhitong teach them, which made them find it even more difficult to accept.
"We want sir back!"
As soon as this proposal came out, it immediately aroused the response of most students.
Many of the students who could sit here had quite a good background. These people immediately gathered in a group and discussed how to go back and encourage their families to put pressure on the capital, drive away Zhan Zhitong, and let their teacher come back.
Because Yang Ying's status was extremely special, she resisted not participating, but she still pulled An Chu'er over and said, "Chu'er, what do you think?"
An Chuer thought of Zhang Yu's previous instructions and seemed to have foreseen this. She said: "I think sir is not such a weak person. He probably has his own reasons for not fighting this time."
"Reason?" Yang Ying thought for a while, but she felt a headache. She felt that her head was bearing such a complicated thing. She hummed twice and said: "I don't care, sir, you can't leave."
An Chuer asked, "What are you going to do next?" Although she was from a humble background, she actually had a weak blood relationship with Yang Ying, otherwise she wouldn't have been arranged to join.
Yang Ying said proudly: "Just wait and see."
She immediately strode out of the school, led the guards out of the school, and returned to her manor. She returned to the courtyard with the same momentum as before, and kicked open the door with her feet very skillfully.
She completely forgot what she said before to protect her younger brother, rushed up to the hall, grabbed her biological brother by the collar, and said: "Little brother, you ordered to invite Mr. Zhan back, so why is Zhan Zhitong competing with Mr.
?"
The child in the seat was a little confused. It took him a while to straighten his thoughts and asked: "Sister, do you want to change?"
Yang Ying waved her hand and said, "Yes, that damn Zhan Zhitong, I've never heard of him, still wants to be your sister's teacher? Don't even think about it! Ask Mr. Zhang to come back and get away from him!"
The child thought for a moment and said, "Sister, if you want me to do something, you also have to tell me who decided it?"
Yang Ying was stunned for a moment, then said scornfully: "You can't even figure this out, you're so stupid!"
The boy looked helpless. He thought for a moment and said, "Sister, if it was the order issued by the Administrative Office, it was decided by the new Mr. Xu. Even if I am the Protector, I can't take back Mr. Xu's order."
Yang Ying said dissatisfied: "You are the Protector, why can't you give me an order?"
The child wondered: "Sister, it can't be done."
Yang Ying said contemptuously: "If I had known you were so useless, I wouldn't have come to you. I would have gone to find my uncle."
"What do you want from me?"
A deep voice came from not far behind her.
Yang Ying trembled all over, as if she had been frightened. She slowly turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a crown and a black and red military uniform appearing at the door of the lobby.
He has a heroic appearance, a majestic demeanor, and is serious in speech. At this time, all the attendants beside the gate are half-kneeling on the ground.
Her voice was trembling, "Uncle, uncle..."
The heroic man walked in and said with an expressionless face: "The affairs of the capital are left to the Dukes of the capital to take care of. It is not for us warriors to interfere. We only manage the army and protect the people."
He looked at Yang Ying with a stern look and said: "Yang Weiwei, you have five thousand personal guards of the Protectorate under your command. In times of crisis, you need to stand up at any time to protect the safety of the Protectorate, but you have been to the military camp several times.
?How many camp managers do you know? Are the weapons and weapons in your guard complete? Are they drilled on time? What about the morale of the troops? Have you ever asked the simplest things like these? If you don’t even know these, what do you have?
Are you qualified to interfere in other matters? Is it your turn to interfere in the capital decision-making?"
The heroic man's tone became more and more severe, and Yang Ying's head lowered lower and lower after being scolded, and finally she could no longer lift it up.
The boy's face also turned pale, but he could still maintain his composure and tried his best to say: "Captain, the guard realizes his mistake."
The heroic man looked at him, cupped his hands and said, "My subordinate is rude and I'll protect you if you disturb me." He looked at Yang Ying and said, "But this matter must not go unpunished, Yang Weiwei, now I will punish you with ten days of confinement.
You are not allowed to come out without my permission, do you hear me?"
Yang Ying looked dejected and whispered: "I heard it." She couldn't help but feel depressed, thinking that she couldn't help her husband this time.
In the study room of the Zhan Mansion in Ruiguang City, Zhan Zhitong looked at the envoy clothes sent by the Duhu Mansion, but at this moment he did not feel victory at all.
He had always regarded Zhang Yu as an obstacle to his career, but he did not expect that the thing he had worked so hard to pursue would be easily let go, especially when he remembered Zhang Yu's nonchalant look when he left, just like
He casually threw a meat bone to the beggar on the roadside, which made him feel a deep sting. He felt as if everything he had done was meaningless.
"What are you doing standing here? Have you done anything?" Mr. Zhan appeared at the door of the study, looked at him and said, "Still thinking about what happened during the day?"
Zhan Zhitong turned around and said: "Father, my son just didn't expect that he was actually from Xuanfu. Does this really mean that I have defeated him?"
Mr. Zhan said sternly: "Are you doing it to win someone? You are doing it for yourself!"
He hit the ground with his crutch, made a sound, and said: "This time I showed off my old face and almost exhausted all my favors to facilitate this matter. But for this matter, do you know how many people our father and son will offend?
Do you think you didn't beat Zhang Yu? Yes, you can't compete with Zhang Yu. That's because even if he loses, he is still a disciple of Xuanfu and can continue on another path, but if you lose, there is no way out.
, if you don’t seize this opportunity to climb up and hold your breath here, you are just delaying your own future!”
Zhan Zhitong lowered his head slightly and slowly raised it, saying slowly: "Father, I understand."
Seeing that he was gradually returning to normal, Duke Zhan softened his tone and reassured him: "Actually, Xuanfu is nothing. How do they understand the benefits of power? They say they are detached from the world, but it has been a hundred years since the Dongting Protectorate was established.
Come on, no one in Xuanfu can truly live forever, and they all died on the battlefield. Only those sitting in the high hall are qualified to talk about the future."
Zhan Zhitong knew that it was not that simple. In that battle decades ago, the senior officials of the Protectorate Palace also went to the battlefield. Even his father also went there, but he was responsible for handling logistics at the time, and later he was seriously injured and fell into coma.
, he was lucky enough to come back alive, but no matter what, these words gave him some comfort.
Duke Zhan could see his son's thoughts and said earnestly: "Now is different from before. The tide of turmoil will recede and great changes are coming. If you are just an ordinary person, you will have no way to protect yourself, so you have to think of ways to protect yourself."
Climb up, and when you occupy a place in the capital, you will be qualified to decide the fate of others instead of letting others decide yours. Other than that, nothing should interfere with you!"
Zhan Zhitong nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, father."
Duke Zhan sat down and said: "Zhi Tong, let's talk about communicating with the Jianclaw tribe. What the Protectorate needs is just comfort. What we want is for the southern region of the Protectorate not to become chaotic, so as not to have trouble taking care of both ends. But
You have to do more, you have to try to make the Hard Claw tribe work for me, and at least try to win over some people and let them act according to our wishes, so that the capital will pay more attention to your opinions."
Speaking of this matter, Zhan Zhi Tong gradually regained his confidence and said: "Father, don't worry, my son will take care of this matter."
Zhan Gongdao: "The opportunity is just right now. Zhang Yu is not here and no one will interfere. His students only know a little bit. The Protectorate can only rely on you, so no matter what you want to do, they can only choose to believe it."
Already..."
He looked at his son, "Have you made arrangements for Icha? Don't make any trouble. Why did he suddenly kneel down during the day? Fortunately, no one in the sky cares about this matter."
This man was met by Zhan Zhitong when he secretly went to the Southern Territory and tried to communicate with the Jianclaw tribe. He was willing to come if he was given some benefits. He was indeed a chief, but he only had seventy or eighty people under his command, which was far from what he said.
So many. Zhan Zhitong and his son also knew it well and did not try to expose him.
Zhan Zhi said: "I asked him later, and he said that he felt the power similar to the gods of the clan in those two Xuanfu Taoists."
Mr. Zhan thought for a while, and he couldn't figure out what was involved in these extraordinary powers. He said: "You should set off as soon as possible. I have received news that Zhang Yu's students are a little restless. The sooner you can complete the matter, the status of our father and son will be better."
