"The Eighteen-child is the main artifact! Did you spread it?"

This old boy is not an ordinary person. Li Zicheng's military advisor is very good at propaganda, or he can fool him. The sentence just now was that he borrowed the prophecies spread by the people at the end of the Sui Dynasty and carried Li Zicheng to the position of the destiny rule. What else can he kill cattle and sheep, prepare wine and sorbet, open the city gate to welcome the King of Chuang. The King of Chuang will not pay food when he comes! A series of propaganda slogans are all spread by this old guy. Li Zicheng was able to gain a foothold in Henan so quickly, counterattack Shaanxi, and occupy the capital eastward in one fell swoop. This old guy has at least one-third of the credit.

However, it was obvious that the old boy had not yet reached the meeting. First, he had not given up on the Ming Dynasty and his mind was full of official positions. Otherwise, how could he run from the Central Plains to the small place of Dongjiang just to ask for a small seventh-grade praise painting? Second, this old boy did not get rid of the feudal shackles, because when Mao Jue said that, his legs were frightened and he actually thrust and knelt heavily on the ground.

"General Mao clearly understands that the villain has never said such a ruthless thing. Someone must have framed it. I beg you to believe the villain!"

As a joke, Grandpa Bi was in trouble when he said the wrong thing in the future, let alone now, this is a rebellious statement! While scolding the ancestors who passed on the 18th generation in his heart, this guy knocked his head like pounding garlic, and it seemed to be swollen and bigger, which made Mao Jue's mouth twitch.

But although he was a little timid, he was also very smart. Song Xiance in history should be correct. After all, he looked so weird that he was so scared that he was so scared that Mao Jue simply used his tricks, and it was extremely difficult to decide with his forehead. He finally nodded.

"I'm sorry for your talent! That's it! Just record your name Song Kangnian and make a praise painting under my general's command. No one doubts. If an official from Shaanxi and Henan sent someone to ask, I'll make excuses for you!"

"The lower official thanked the general for his kindness of his support, and he was heartbroken and could not repay him!"

Mao Jue finally experienced the treatment of the protagonist of the novel. His body was shocked and his turtle was exhaled. The celebrity military advisor was the head of the head and bowed!

Although, this celebrity is a bit too terrible...

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Even if there were three thousand cavalry more, it was actually a trivial matter for Dongjiang. The biggest thing in front of him was the flag of the Japanese world. Mao Jue still hoped that more than 20 million Japanese people would fatten him so that he could defeat the Later Jin of more than 2 million people! Since the Toyotomi mission had been trained, Mao Jue would not accompany Liu Chong to train troops on Lutun Island, and delegated all power to him. He wrote a handwritten book to the Xianxing Mountain City, busy building blocks for his drawings. Made to give him whatever Liu Chong wanted. With the guarantee of supplies, Mao Jue was relieved. He packed up his things that night and took the new military advisor back to the mansion to Dongjiang.

The artery that penetrates the earthworm-shaped Dongjiang River is now in its first sight. The three regiments of the army are compact and swaying backwards. The groups of carriages pulling heavy boxes are also ushering in the opposite direction, and they are moving towards the northeast for a long time.

Now Dongjiang is barely considered to be a large population and a small land, and the development of various mountain fields is almost saturated. Just like the American Westward Movement in later generations, it took five years to reclaim the wild territory newly occupied by Dongjiang. This land is private and only needs to pay one-tenth of the harvest. This is still very attractive to the older generation of refugees who are afraid of their families. However, young people have also begun to urbanize these days, and more young people in Dongjiang are more willing to work in factories or join the army directly.

People are really lazy. Now Chen Jiao is in charge of the family, Mao Jue has become a little accustomed to it. After returning home, she prepared a welcome dinner. Of course, this time, all the girls in Suyi attended, so Mao Jue did not show off again. She sat down and had a meal with peace of mind. After that, she even ordered Chen Jiao for the first time, and asked her to arrange a guest room for the new military advisor Song Xiance and make two sets of clothes. Although this short man looks ugly, it may be better to make up for it!

Although he was giving an order, Chen Jiao still felt a little flattered, because Mao Jue began to really treat her as Mrs. Mao little by little!

The small separation is better than the newlyweds, and it is also a matter of freshness. At night, Mao Ri Sakura made her blush when she eavesdropped outside. Mao Jue went to Yu Le'er's room to discuss the ceremony of next week's ceremony with her. Early the next morning, when the girl couldn't get up, Mao Jue seemed to have an affair, and quickly put on her clothes, pulling the official uniform that was still trying to come out overnight, looking at the big glass mirror of the Mao Mansion Town Town, the beautiful Song Datou hurriedly went to the government office.

Early in the morning, the government office was full of energy, and even the older generation was like Mao Wenlong, and Chen Guangzuo had all arrived. For the first time, he entered this circle of power, straightening his chest with one meter and two meters of official uniforms, supporting a big head of about 30 centimeters. Song Xiance also tried hard to show his energy, but he didn't know that this would make him look like a big mushroom.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to him at this time, and everyone's attention was on the Japanese in the middle of the government office.

The hair spear slammed in circles, and a personal soldier slugged down while covering his crotch. He suddenly became sharp and thin, almost catching up with the eunuch's voice.

"Ruan, meet in the Japanese season!"

Wearing the long-distance robes of the Japanese princes, Tsuno's parents, the deputy envoy Chang Lu Xinxiong came in from the yamen with sweat on his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, the personal soldier who played the eunuch had another punch in the crotch and started shouting with tears in his mouth.

"The envoy pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty!"

"The Japanese envoys pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty!"

The Beijing Mandarin with a straight and singular character is not allowed to have any translational accents. The two envoys were almost ready to practice. Then they started to practice. They stumbled on the ground like rice cakes, and kowtowed with their heads.

All of these are in sloppy! Just like more than a hundred years later, when the British Magorny delegation visited Emperor Qianlong, they rehearsed for half a year before they could meet. This is the rule of the Eastern Heavenly Dynasty!

Even Mao Jue was tugging the corners of his mouth, but the old man Chen Guangzuo was not satisfied, so he muttered and shouted with a crutch.

"The pace is too small! Are you women? Have a demeanor! Demeanor!"

"Old man, okay, you have to be considerate. They are short! If they step too big, they will float."

Listening to Mao Jue's persuasion, it was the first time that several Toyotomi's servants were so grateful to Mao Jue. He could go to war for one month. In this month, even if he was rigid and often knelt down, the Japanese were almost kneeling and crying like them. They looked at each other in a daze, and the old man finally waved his hand helplessly.

"That's it! It's hard for them!"

The old guy didn't talk about politics, so he had a bad relationship. He didn't even drink a sip of tea, so he turned around and went out. The personal soldier who was tilting his head and tilting his head to go out to deliver him. Mao Wenlong walked to Mao Jue with a serious expression.

"Chengzha, you really decided, you don't turn back when you shoot the bow! Mao Family, Dongjiang's fate is in your hands!"

"If you are not strong, you will die. Our Dongjiang is located behind Jiannu. It is always a thorn in their eyes and a nail in their flesh. Sooner or later, Jiannu will fight Dongjiang to a life-and-death battle and conquer the Li family North Korea in one fell swoop. Only then can they dare to move into the pass. Before that, as one of the main generals of Dongjiang, children must do their best to become stronger in order to survive that battle!"

"Since ancient times, famous generals have the method of self-improvement, train troops and reorganize the army, and govern the country. But my father has never heard of the method of invading other countries to strengthen himself!"

"Forget it, I'm old, you decide for yourself!"

With his sleeves behind his back, Mao Wenlong also shaking his hands behind his back, and walked out of the yamen. This time, Mao Lu went to see him personally, but in the yamen, Wen Bo stayed with a thick headscarf wrapped around his head. Compared to the first time Mao Jue saw, the old man was already showing his old look. Mao Jue couldn't help but sigh. Before he knew it, he had been in this era for several years.

With a cane, the old man clasped his fists tremblingly.

"Young Master! Please do it. Let me leave the mission of escorting the mission this time!"

There was indeed no more suitable candidate than Wen Bo before, but it was different to be there first. Mao Jue also showed some respect to this old guy and said with a slight polite remark.

"Mao Jue does have a task for Wen Bo, but it's not going to Beijing."

"Kang Nian, I'm not here yet!"

She patted Song Xiance's head, who was still confused when she was still watching, and pulled him over, and Mao Jue immediately bowed again.

"I have selected the candidates. If you want to pay attention to the matter when entering the capital, please give me some advice!"

He was really surprised, and then he looked at the inexplicable shorthand Song, and the old man's dizzy eyes suddenly became sharp.

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"What, I'm going to the capital as a Japanese mission, this...this...this...this...this...this..."

After learning about his mission, Song Xiance almost spit out an old blood, and was furious. He was 1.5 meters tall and he jumped up two meters high, shouting in disbelief.

"Isn't this a crime of deceiving the monarch?"

"What's so ugly to say? What's the point of bullying the king? At most, it's called cheating tribute. You're so short, and they believe that you are a Japanese person. At most, you can be deported and come back!"

Holding his arms, Mao Jue curled his lips easily there, but Song Xiance's old face was even more heartbroken. He always felt like he was mistakenly on the pirate ship. A local deputy general was going to intervene in the tribute of the vassal state. What did he want to do?

On the other side, Wen Bo's old eyes were sharp like an eagle, and the pricking Song Xiance also had a cold back.

"Mutual gifts are a trivial matter. Your ultimate task is to spare no effort to promote the court to get involved in this civil war in Japan! Only by maximizing the interests of Dongjiang, do you understand?"

"That, the official, no, I remembered that my thirty-third uncle died of illness in my hometown. I wanted to obey the system for three years and resigned from my general..."

I really don’t want to get involved in this kind of thing, and I dare not get involved in it. I put oil on my feet. Song Xiance actually wanted to escape. When I cried my arms, Mao Jue sneered and hummed again.

"Zeibazidang, what's the thing coming?"

"The official guarantees to complete the task!"
Chapter completed!