Chapter 130 [Walking Rotten Corpse]

Author: Bijian Xingke

Chapter 130 [Walking Rotten Corpse]

"Sun Island? Why haven't you heard of this country before?" The Minister of War took the lead in expressing his questions.

All the positions of all forces in the world are distributed, and there will naturally be registrations and simple map drawing divisions in the Ministry of War.

This is the first time he has heard of Sun Island, a strange country.

Since he claims to be the Emperor, he thinks he should be at least a great country.

Everyone looked at Emperor Qing with curious and puzzled eyes, as if waiting for this Nine Five Lord to popularize this unknown field for several people.

Emperor Qing looked at the unknown little eyes of the few people, and was quite helpless, so he could only briefly tell the whole story.

Sun Island is an isolated island on the sea with a small area, which is about the same size as the 72 islands in the Rakshasa Temple.

However, because Sun Island is located in the marine basin and is far from Qing Kingdom, it has not established much contact in recent years, but has moved more with the West.

Emperor Qing also knew very little about this country, only the people in this country seemed to be very open.

In terms of national strength, Sun Island should be much different from Qingguo.

This time, the Rakshasa Temple led an army of 300,000 marine fleets to head south, and it was almost certain to win against Sun Island.

The Emperor's Majesty meant that the Qing Kingdom asked the country to send troops to attack the Rakshasa Hall and surround Wei and save Zhao.

For this reason, I am willing to send my daughter to marry her to show my sincerity.

After learning about the cause and effect of the incident, several Shangshu looked at each other and remained silent.

Once a major event such as starting a war is involved, you still cannot express your opinion easily.

Moreover, once the Qing Kingdom starts war with the Rakshasa Hall, Northern Qi will definitely not sit idly by.

"Your Majesty, I wonder what the princess of Sun Island looks like, do you have a portrait?"

At this time, the originally serious atmosphere of discussing state affairs in the imperial study room was instantly distorted by this sudden sentence.

Several people heard the sound and looked at Fan Jian, the minister of the Ministry of Revenue, who was standing aside, who was drowsy. The words just now came from him.

Although the words were simple and easy to understand, the few people didn't know what he was asking.

"What, is Mr. Fan planning to re-string?" Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites, asked with a right back.

The so-called succession refers to the remarriage of a wife after her death. In ancient times, the zither and zither were often used to describe couples, so the loss of a wife was called "breaking string" and the remarriage was "renew string".

The words of the Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi were obviously a little stimulating that there was no fireworks, and he obviously cursed Fan Jian to death his wife in secret.

This sentence somewhat hit Fan Jian's pain point. Now Liu is indeed his successor.

However, as an old fox who has always been deeply thoughtful and difficult to guess, even if he was poked into the pain, he naturally would not reveal the slightest. Instead, he smiled calmly and sneered:

"Why, Shangshu Guo looks very beautiful today. Could it be that the rumors that the son becomes a psychopath has been confirmed?"

"you!"

When the Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi heard this, he almost couldn't hold back and fought against this bitch in the imperial study room.

Still have the nerve to ask?

If it weren't for your son who was like a demon king, my son would have become now normal and sometimes crazy, and was mistakenly thought to have become a crazy person?

I am irreconcilable with your Fan family!

He is now very old, and only son Guo Baokun has become like this now, so the resentment in his heart is naturally hard to describe.

I have the idea of ​​eating Fanzui raw and not adding chili noodles.

Looking at the endless anger that seemed to gush out of his eyes at any time, Fan Jian didn't care, and he had the intention to continue to take advantage of the situation.

He wanted to say, this old guy is quite capable, why not go home and have another one now.

Seeing that the gunpowder smelled so much that it could explode at any time, Emperor Qing was speechless and had to hurriedly divert the attention of several people, looked at Fan Jian, and asked:

"What does this mean?"

Fan Jian looked at Guo You and then looked away, tidied up his clothes and said:

"Your Majesty doesn't know. Fan Zui has been wandering around in Kyoto recently. If he wants to see the princess of Sun Island..."

What I mean is that, Your Majesty, you don’t know his ambition, you have reported it to you, right?

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing suddenly realized it, and then felt a toothache and wanted to curse.

"Your Majesty, since the army of Rakshasa Hall has gone out to fight against Sun Island, why not send troops to take down its nest in one fell swoop?

The 300,000 naval troops in Danzhou led by Fan Zui are invincible in the world and are the world's number one naval troops. It would be better to send him to the commander to the battle, and he will definitely be able to capture the 72 islands of the Rakshasa Hall in one fell swoop.

At the same time, he can be transferred from Kyoto to avoid many troubles."

Minister of Rites Guo Youzhi seized the opportunity to make his advice in a timely manner.

After saying that, he looked at Fan Jian with the flow. It was not so easy to take down the Rakshasa Palace. If Fan Zui was not good at the time of his army, he would be afraid that he would lose his troops and lose his generals. After returning to the court, he would definitely not be able to escape responsibility.

"Your Majesty, you must not. Now Northern Qi is eyeing you, and there are many frictions on the border. Once we send troops, we are afraid that they will take advantage of the situation."

Fan Jian put forward his own opinions and opinions, and sang the opposite of Guo Youzhi, the Minister of Rites.

"Prime Minister, what do you think?"

After hearing this, Emperor Qing thought to himself and then looked at the Prime Minister Lin Ruofu, who had always remained silent, and asked.

Lin Ruofu respectfully held the courtesy, and then said slowly: "The opinions of Shangshu Guo and Shilang Fan each have their own merits. As for how to make a decision in the end, His Majesty must decide wisely."

Good guy, it seems that he said it, but it seems that he didn't say anything.

Old fox!

In the end, Emperor Qing was silent for a moment and decided to wait for the mission from Sun Island to enter Beijing before talking.

In addition, I ordered Fan Jian to restrain Fan Zui, the devil in the world, and must not let him do anything out of the ordinary.

Fan Jian naturally accepted the order and agreed, but thought to himself, I, as a minister, are only a second-rank general, and Guan'er is not as good as his second-rank general with great power. How can I control it?

After everyone stepped down, Emperor Qing frowned slightly as he looked at the memorial in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sunlight gradually moved and then it was noon. A ray of sunlight entered the main hall of the Imperial Study Room and landed on the bookshelf.

In the sunlight beam, you can see some dust flying.

Um?

Suddenly, Emperor Qing picked up the nine-turn dragon pattern bow placed next to the dragon chaise at an extremely fast speed, pulled the bow and put the arrow, and shot it out immediately without aiming.

Arrow feathers let out a crisp sound in the imperial study and broke through the air.

The golden nanmu window on the right shot out, and a relatively low muffled groan came vaguely.

Shot!

Soon, the imperial guards carried a body to the hall.

The moment he saw the corpse, Eunuch Hou subconsciously covered his nose.

Emperor Qing, who was still holding a bow and arrow in his hand, looked at the rotten and smelly corpse below with a calm expression.

Then, he waved his hand.

The imperial guard dragged the body down.

"Your Majesty, this..." Eunuch Hou wanted to speak but stopped.

Manipulating the corpse, the corpse ancestor of the Rakshasa Palace?

A fleeting murderous intent flashed deep in Emperor Qing's calm eyes.

He was just curious about who could escape the perception of his grandmaster, but he didn't expect that he was a dead person.

No wonder there is no internal force fluctuation.
Chapter completed!