"Anti -Zheng League" is already known in the world. Qingmeng got all the truth through spy. When he heard the "820,000 troops", he couldn't help but shock.
At the meeting, Qingmeng announced this terrorist facts in the generals. Everyone present was sucking a bite. You know, this is to do it with the whole world.
Qingmeng stared at everyone straight, and said after a long time, "What, are you afraid of it?"
The ministers were so anxious like the flowers rolled up by the wind -the head moved the roots, and Lou Ning threw off the sweat on the head of his head and came out: "The protagonist, although I have no regrets, but in the long run, if you want
Hard touching is not much tantamount to hitting stones with eggs, this is the way of getting scourge in the regime. "
Qing Meng was gloomy, and swept a circle of Wenchen military generals with his eyes: "What about you, what ideas can be said."
Ni Hao jumped out: "I'm afraid he would do it? Isn't it even more difficult to fight with Zhou Cheng that year? Even if this we have come over, and now the protagonist is sitting in the 170,000 troops.
There are many cases, how can it be called an egg hitting stone? "
Lou Ning sighed with a sigh: "General Ni, throw away the land soldiers without talking, the Navy has 210,000 full, and the medium -sized warship is 50 feet high, and the wide range is wide! Not to mention the large warship, it is almost like a one.
Giant beasts, dare not imagine that although the territory is on the verge of the sea, there are almost no watersmen generals, let alone the navy general. The warship is almost zero. Now it is about to enter the cold winter.
I can do my best. "
Although Ni Hao still wanted to refute, he felt that he had nothing to say.
"This incident will be discussed a few days later, and I am alone, let's go first!" Qing Meng helplessly, shook his head and left, leaving only two waves of ministers who quarreled with each other.
"Speak and snoring ..." Qingmeng stepped on the thick snow, looking at the white palace city, there were some comfortable. Snowflakes came to the world white white, and what could they take away?
It is just like jade transparent.
Qing Meng and the eunuchs went to the golden steps, looking up at the sky that fluttered the sky, and said some regrets: "If you want to unify the world, you must have the right strategy to guide it, but what I do is like looking at the mood, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the mood, regardless of the desire, regardless of the mood, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the mood, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the desire, regardless of the mood, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the desire, regardless of the mood, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the mood, regardless of the distraction, disregarding it, regardless of the mood, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the mood, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the mood, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the distraction, regardless of the distraction.
Integration gains and losses, wantonly attack the princes, I do not know how to use it, according to me, this is the way to get a disaster ... "
He suddenly heard the laughing voice of the child and asked the eunuch behind him: "Who is playing in my palace?"
"Zheng Gong, but the son is playing snow on the west"
"Play the snow?" Qing Meng roared angrily: "Bring him over!"
Xiao Junsheng was a little scared, but he followed him honestly, and he was still holding Xiaoxue people in his hands.
"Father, you see, how cute the snowman, don't be angry ~" Little Junsheng presented it, regardless of his frozen red hand.
Qingmeng stared at his face, full of dew on his eyelashes, and his tender face was red like apples, but even so, his big eyes were still like crystal, still looking at Qing Meng desire to be eager to get his father's recognition.
It's.
"Throw it away!" Qingmeng shouted seriously.
"No!"
Qing Meng was anxious, and he snatched the snowman in the hands of Xiaojun, and fell it to shatter it, and even stepped on it with his feet.
"Do you know who you are?
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It ’s my son, you should n’t do these boring things! Did the book come back? Is it understandable?”
Xiao Jun was holding his body and cried, the eunuch couldn't bear to look at it, and quickly stepped forward to persuade: "The son's fine skin and tender meat, don't frozen the face. I think it should be a doctor ...
... "
"You take him, and then go to the military division's house to find me." Qing Meng turned his head and left, and he didn't even look back. He didn't want his son to be too weak, because in this troubled world, kindness would only hurt himself.
Military division
Qingmeng complained about Xiao Junsheng's indifferent face. The old Confucianism only listened kindly. With nearly an hour, Qing Meng vomited all the bitter water.
The old Confucianism smiled: "The minister understands Zheng Gong's meaning. It is nothing more than watching the son who is slightly cowardly and unwilling to read.
Qingmeng prayed for: "Military divisions have a lot of talents.
"The old ministers can't afford to take the responsibility, and the cheap body is sick and sick. Because of this, I am about to play, and I ask the Lord's Standard to return to the hometown." Said, the old Confucianism took out a piece of play from his arms and handed it in the dream.
Qing Meng was stunned, and the incident came too suddenly. I quickly asked: "Why should the military division retreat to the mountain forest? If the four seas are unable to be flat, it is when Zhang Qingmeng seeks the sage. You go away, and I still go.
Who can rely on? "
"The old minister is already old, and I'm afraid it is difficult to master the things of the DPRK. Looking at the loyal affection of the old minister, let me return to the country!" The old Confucianism said again.
Qingmeng shook his head: "Never do it. If you want to get the world, the essential is the planning conspirator, the general is a sharp sword, and the conspirator is a sword."
"Zheng Gong wants to get Daxian to plan the king's dominance. This is the case. The old minister is willing to recommend one person.
The most admired is the prime minister Zhuge Liang. This person knows astronomy, knows geography, knows the rise and fall of ancient and modern, and is familiar with Chinese and foreign warfare. The most important thing is my apprentice. "The old Confucianism answered with a smile.
Qingmeng also joked: "Why do you need to add so much praise, just say that it is a military division and apprentice, I know how much ability is it." After drinking a hot tea, I continued to ask: "What does this person call to do?
"?"
"This person's name is Yu Xiang, the word Ji Tao, is now a weak crown, and is filial piety to his mother. Because of this, he is unintentionally unintentional.
Qingmeng smiled contempt: "You literati, saying that it is seclusion, in fact, just by this guise to make yourself famous, he lives in seclusion to be an official.
Old Confucianism waved his hand: "Zheng Gong's words are bad. If others are fine, but Ji Tao is not such a person. He is extremely disgusted with you who are high in the protagonist of you, because you attack each other.
The creature was coated with charcoal, his father died in the middle of this. "
Qingmeng asked unhappyly: "Do he even hate me?"
"Zheng Gong is naturally a generation of Mingzhu, but I do n’t care about it. He ordered to be clever and do n’t submit to the nobles. If you go to the visit, you may be a cold bench ..." The old Confucian laughed.
"Lonely hates these self -proclaimed literati, why did the military division suffer?" Qing Meng grabbed the old Confucian hand
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, Chan not to leave.
"Zheng Gong is relieved, the old minister is about to send a book to him, and it is said that there are six or 70 % of them. Once you get this person, Zheng Gong can be as good as a tiger, and the world is no longer a dream." The old Confucianism was still reluctant to stay.
Qing Meng was helpless, and was about to get up and farewell. The old Confucianism quickly stopped: "Zheng Gong later, I wonder if I can hand over the son to the old minister?"
"Isn't the military division going to go to the field?"
"That's exactly this, but the old minister still has to take the son away."
Qing Meng was stunned, and then asked seriously: "Master Military Division, you should know that lonely is the only child. If he has three long or two shorts, who will inherit my appointment?"
"There are old ministers, ensure that the son is safe and worry -free!" The old Confucianism answered firmly.
Qingmeng packed around, as if thinking about what, and then said: "What can the military division learn the prince out of the palace? Various scriptures in the palace, all kinds of military books should be everything, and how can there be such a way out of the palace, how can there be such a such thing as out of the palace?
Convenient? "
Old Confucianism: "The old minister believes that if you want to make a person big, you should not be stubbornly in the four books and five classics, especially the son, you must let him taste the suffering of the world when he is young, and let him realize the people.
It hurts, otherwise it is the four books and five classics and soldiers.
Qingmeng was a little dull: "Do the military division must take my son to leave me?"
The old Confucianism saw that Qing Meng was a little reluctant, and he had to answer with a smile: "Zheng Gong didn't know this sentence: 'The young eagle leaves the nest so that they can fly high, children leave home so as not to get things.
Calf love instead of thinking about the future plan. "
Coincidentally, the eunuchs came over with Xiao Junsheng. Xiao Junsheng put on the neck and put on a cotton hat. The reunion was very cute.
Qingmeng regretted that he had just been too severe, squatting down in front of him: "How? Is your face hurt?"
Xiao Jun was eagerly back, and he didn't dare to approach his father anymore.
"Since the book has been delivered, the old minister will now take the son to leave the palace. If you have any fate, you can see you later." The old Confucianism picked up the dust and took Xiaojun's little hand to slowly walk outside the door.
Xiao Jun was so anxious that he shouted: "Where should I take me?"
The old Confucianism held it in his arms and said kindly: "Grandpa takes you to this world, wait for you to learn something, come back and see your father ..."
"Don't ... no ..." Xiaojun cried exhaustedly, struggling: "Father saves me ... father ..."
Qing Meng's heart "stunned", stunned his lips, slowly moved out of the door, looking at the old Confucian, listening to the cry that still surrounded the ears, like a piece of meat that was squeezed out of a piece of meat
The same pain, if he hadn't bleed his lips and bleeds, he would cry out.
"Jiang'er, don't blame your father's cruelty, your father does this, just to make you a person who is more powerful than your father in the future ..." Qingmeng fell into the snow painfully, and the eunuchs quickly stepped forward to help, but they were being supported, but they were being supported.
He pushed away brutally.
"Zheng Gong, your lips are broken, go to see the Taiyi, and then you will have frostbite!" The old lady jumped up and down.
"I can still hold this pain compared to Jiang'er ..." Qingmeng trembled towards the palace, and the lonely shadow shuttled in the white snow. The strong cold wind wanted to knock him down.