Most of the people present remained silent.

"Then what should we do?" someone asked.

"I want to leave, but Your Majesty won't allow it." The old man scolded: "You are not allowed to come here and you are not allowed to come, but you have to find a way! The way is to let Han Bi lead the army across Yingshui. As soon as Han Bi leaves, the DPRK will This is the world of Peng Jing and others, and this court, owned by Cao Te Niang, is full of monsters and monsters."

"I wonder if Your Majesty has ever regretted not keeping Sun Shi behind."

Everyone couldn't help but feel frightened when they thought of the stubborn and troublesome former chief assistant.

"If Sun Shi were here, he would definitely be able to suppress Peng Jing and others at this moment."

…

In the small house, Sun Shi was posting books.

The floor was covered with mats, and the old servant had a bad waist, so he could only help tidy it up on the side. Sun Shi did all the placing of books himself.

The sun was a bit harsh. Sun Shi spread the book and tilted his head violently. A drop of sweat dripped from his face to the side.

"Not bad!" Sun Shi couldn't help but smile happily when he saw that the only volume was intact.

"Alang, a guest is here."

Sun Shi stood up straight and thumped his waist with his backhand.

The person who came was his chess friend Tan Mao. He hurried in and said, "Master Sun, something serious has happened!"

"Who died?" Sun Shi asked.

"Yezhou is lost."

"So fast?" Sun Shi leaned over and picked up a book. "How did the court deal with it? That's all, I'm just an idler now, why do you ask these questions?"

"Han Bi led the army across Yingshui."

"What?"

Sun Shi stamped his feet, "He is the only civil servant in the court who can command the army. If he goes, Peng Jing and others will take advantage of the situation and act like monsters..."

"Alang." The old servant came over, "A follower who calls himself Prime Minister Han is here."

"Let him come."

The visitor brought Han Bi's letter, handed it to Sun Shi, and said, "Alang said, Mr. Sun is enjoying a happy life in the wild, but the current situation is critical, and we must rise up."

"The whole court is dominated by Peng Jing and others. Your Majesty's attitude is ambiguous. How can you stand up?"

Sun Shi opened the letter.

First there are greetings, then an introduction to the current situation, and finally...

——I said that if the Northern Xinjiang army crosses Yingshui, Bianjing cannot be defended. Your Majesty asked why, but I didn’t say anything.

——Bianjing is a city of wealth and wealth. Wealth can make people weak in the knees!

——I have gone. I don’t know the outcome here, but behind me is Bianjing. If there is news that the troops from Northern Xinjiang are approaching Yingshui, then I must have died in the battle.

Sun Shi squinted his head and looked outside.

It took a long time before I read the letter again.

——The current situation is difficult. His Majesty wants to recall you, but first of all, he cannot save face. Secondly, he is worried that your return will cause turmoil in the court.

——Master Sun, I have said that at this moment of national subjugation, we should abandon our past grudges. Go! Go to Bianjing and kick those weaklings to wake up.

Sun Shi raised his head.

There were tears in his eyes.

The entourage saluted, "Alang said, it's better to do it sooner rather than later."

Sun Shi stood blankly under the scorching sun for a long time, shaking his head.

"I am very old!"

He turned around and slowly walked into the study.

Boom!

Door!
Chapter completed!