Imperial Palace, Funing Hall.

On it sat the young emperor Longxuan and his grandmother Yuhou.

Below stood the regent, Prince Gong.

The atmosphere is a bit depressing.

Two months ago, they sent Su Wei General Feng Goudai to lead 50,000 Su Wei cavalry south to suppress the Northern Jingzhou uprising army.

As a result, after fighting for many days, even an important city was not captured.

All fools know that Wei Ting, the former commander-in-chief of the Su Wei Army who is preparing to come back, is behind the scenes.

"Uncle Six, what should we do?"

Yugo said with an ugly expression.

Living in the shadow of the Queen Mother for a long time made Yu Hou develop a cowardly and unassertive character.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Feng Gou will be replaced if he doesn't obey orders."

King Gong said calmly with bright eyes.

He has confident qualifications.

Over the years, he has recruited experts everywhere.

Not long ago, three great master-level monks were invited from Uzang in the west.

"If we take him down, who will lead the army? Will the people below listen?"

Although Yuhou is cowardly, she is not stupid.

After Wei Ting left, Feng Gou was one of the best in terms of prestige in the army and martial arts.

"Duan Hu took refuge with Uncle Six?"

Yugo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Duan Hu is also a general of the Su Wei Army. His martial arts skills and prestige in the Su Wei Army are as good as those of Feng Gou.

Prince Gong almost cried because of Queen Yu.

How could Duan Hu turn to him at this time?

"What I mean is that I should go in person."

"ah"

Yuhou opened his mouth, then covered his mouth and objected: "How can Uncle Six leave the capital at this time?"

Yugo could not imagine what would happen to such a big country, especially when its buildings were about to collapse.

King Gong glanced at Long Xuan, who was dozing off, and sighed: "I am getting older and my health is getting worse. I won't live much longer. The Queen Mother must learn to govern the country independently."

Glancing at Yuhou who looked even more flustered, Prince Gong lamented in his heart that compared to his sister-in-law who was pretending to be dead, this niece-in-law was not even a bit inferior.

"Uncle Six"

Yuhou’s eyes begged.

"That's it. Without further ado, I will set off today."

King Gong bowed his hands and left the Funing Hall vigorously.

"Uncle Six"

Yugo's voice was too loud.

It scared Long Xuan, who was dozing off, to tears.

The whining made Yugo very upset, and she scolded: "Why are you crying?"

"Wow……"

Long Xuan cried even harder.

You can hear it from far away.

"Little ancestor, don't cry, it's my grandmother's fault."

Yuhou quickly coaxed his grandson.

There is no difference from an ordinary woman.

…

Zuo Shiyuan.

The birds in Zuoshiyuan are different from the birds in other yamen. Not only can they forage in the yard, they can also stay in the corridor for a long time.

In a room filled with books and manuscripts, Qin Yuan looked at the Di newspaper delivered in the afternoon. He was almost overwhelmed by the operation show of the fifteen, no, sixteen states (including Northern Jingzhou) that had established independence in the south.

The group of gentry in the south, especially the gentry in Jiangnan, Minzhou, and Guangdong Province who had made an unparalleled wealth from sea trade, actually proposed to abandon the emperor and establish a dynasty ruled by gentry.

Locally, the gentry council, composed of gentry, had the final say.

In the imperial court, a person is elected to be in power, but he can only serve for five years at most.

It feels a bit inconsistent to Qin Yuan, but also inexplicably reasonable.

These gentry are no longer the gentry in his old impression, but gentry who combine business gangs, military force, and maritime business ideas.

The most important thing is that this situation has actually lasted for decades.

Not only these people have long been accustomed to not having an emperor.

The people under their rule have long been accustomed to not having an emperor.

Once a habit is formed, it is difficult to change.

Qin Yuan tried to find a comparable period in the history of his previous life.

None of them match.

Just then, all the birds that had been staying for a long time flew away.

Soon, the sound of footsteps came.

Qin Yuan stopped his racing thoughts.

A loud voice came from outside: "Prince Regent Jun ordered that all records of the Zuo History Academy go south with me."

What? Go south with King Gong.

How can you go south at this time?

What if Wei Ting falls out?

Qin Yuan touched his chin.

I have to think of a way to avoid going south.

When you get on the horse, do a little dive.

If you lie to a fool, an eighth-level master will fall off his horse.

Sick, even more nonsense, how could an eighth-level master just get sick just because he said he was sick?

Qin Yuan suddenly found that he had been tricked by himself.

"Uncle Qin, King Gong's people asked us to leave immediately without going home."

Shao Pingping came in from outside and said.

Although he is less than twenty years old, he is calm and gives people the feeling of being thirty years old.

"good"

Qin Yuan nodded.

Pretending to clean up, he and Shao Pingping walked out of the room.

"who?"

Qin Yuan's expression changed and he jumped over the courtyard wall.

Then a muffled groan sounded.

"Uncle Qin"

Shao Pingping chased outside.

Seeing Qin Yuan lying on the ground, with his eyes closed and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, he shouted: "Come here, uncle Qin is injured and unconscious."

…

Qin Yuan opened his eyes again, it was already the next day.

Next, Qin Yuan entered the liver-exploding practice mode on the pretext of recuperating at home.

But this time it’s not about practicing the magical power of indestructibility.

But divine consciousness.
To be continued...