Fang La wants to be the emperor...

Is there almost no limit to the expansion of ambitions?

Bai Ning looked at the night sky after the rain, dazed in a daze, and didn't know how to think about this problem in Fang La's position. He knew that in the novels of his previous life... Fang La was such a person, but when he was about to truly face these characters who had been active in history, he finally did a lot of homework.

He has a very high martial arts skills. He is a short-term leader of the Ming Cult, with more than 200,000 people under his command. This is all Bai Ning's impression of this time and space Fang La now, but... he still walked on that old path after all.

"Perhaps their ambitions are limited to that."

At this time, under the control of Jinyiwei and Fanzi, the broken village had already extinguished all the lights early in order not to expose the possibility of whereabouts here. In the dark night, only Bai Ning's silver thread was quite eye-catching. Cao Shaoqing came out of the house and handed a cloak to Xiao Chenzi, and asked him to put it on the person standing in the wind.

The white dragon sword sheath stood at Cao Shaoqing's feet. Looking at this scene in confusion, he couldn't help but ask: "Supermaster, is Fang La so sure that he will be the emperor in the near future? If he proclaimed himself at this moment, he forced the court to kill him first and then hurry up. Our family thought he was a hero of Fang, but he was so short-sighted."

Bai Ning looked at the night for a moment, and frowned and thought for a while: "I'm afraid he can't control it anymore. The people under his command were originally from the world and had nothing. After he rebelled, he captured so many places, so much land, and got so much money, after the city of Hangzhou was destroyed, there were more, which was enough to stop their ambitions, because these things were the dreams of these people? What else could still touch their ambitions, Shaoqing, tell me."

"I am granted a marquis and a minister to find a title." Cao Shaoqing's voice was cold and his answer was straightforward.

Bai Ning turned around, and his whole figure seemed to have merged into the darkness. "So even if Fang La didn't want to sit in this position, the people below would stand on him and sit down on the throne. Bao Daoyi, Lou Minzhong, Zu Shiyuan and others were just talents in a state at best, and they wanted to be founding heroes, which was simply a joke."

"They are trying to make Tong Guan red-eyed..."

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Late at night, the military camps that lasted for several miles, the red campfires swayed in the wind of the night. The red faces, armor, weapons, and speeches from far and near, and the sound of weapons colliding as the patrol steps trembled, rising and falling.

Follow the camp back, in the center, in the tent.

………

He sat upright in front of the desk and looked carefully at the message conveyed on the note. Then, the wooden bowl on the table slammed on the ground with a bang, popped up a few meters away and rolled out of the tent door.

"Fang La..."

Tong Guan stood up with gritted teeth, his thick beard trembled, and he called out a low voice, "Call Wang Bing to see me." After breathing a sigh of relief, he felt his head buzzing, picked up the tea on the table, put it to his mouth, and his eyes were aimed at the contents on the paper, and his heart was in a panic.

"...How dare you be the emperor... I really think that our family dares to kill you?"

At this time, the commander's tent was lifted, and the flames outside reflected in. The person who came strode forward, and then clasped his fists and said, "The last general Wang Bing has met the Privy Councilor."

The general in the tent was about forty, with long beards on his temples and cold eyes.

Tong Guan delivered an arrow to him and solemnly said, "In the fourth day of the year, you will take your troops to Jiaxing immediately to block the Seven Buddhas of the Square and defeat the Ming Cult first."

"It is definitely not a disappointment to Privy Council."

The general who called Wang Bing held the arrow, and under the light, he was generous with the desire to die.

………

It's dawn.

The camp gate opened wide, and the iron cavalry and infantry were moving slowly in a long row. From a distance, they began to accelerate and headed towards Jiaxing.

Goal: Seven Buddhas of the Ming Cult.

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The fifth year of Xinghe. May 17th.

In Hangzhou, which had just rained, there was still water flowing on the streets. The courtyards in the west of the city were brightly lit, and a series of red lanterns shone with a joyous atmosphere. Carriages were getting off the passengers in front of the mansion, and they greeted people who were familiar and unfamiliar.

After talking, a group of people walked into the door of the mansion.

This house was originally owned by a well-known gentry in Hangzhou City. After the city was broken, it became Lou Minzhong's mansion for no reason. There were not many people coming and going today, but they were almost all the most important or able to speak in the city.

"…Mr. Lou invited us today...it was probably a matter of discussing the leader's affairs..."

"At that time, Mr. Lou will definitely be a minister. At this moment, we might as well congratulate you in advance."

...

During the meal, the invited people who sat several tables were invited to Lou Minzhong. After three rounds of wine, everyone put down their glasses and looked at the first old man in the standing hall with bright eyes.

He started to discuss issues concerning everyone, because this involved the distribution of all interests. In this way, no one in the hall interrupted, listening quietly to the old man's excited statement to explain the past, and his plans later...

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After a few days, everything was going on in full swing.

Those who once worked as short-term workers for others and later became the leader of the Ming Cult, on this day, would sit on the throne of the Nine Five Lords. Everyone who received this news was coming to Hangzhou, a city full of "opportunities".

On this day, the secret door in the old house in Jinyuan Lane opened, and there were many figures.

On this day, the temporary palace was decorated with lights and heroes from all walks of life came to watch the ceremony.

On this day, outside the city, Bai Ning looked at the sky and decided to move.
Chapter completed!