The fighting outside continued. Mao Kexi, or now it can be called Shang Kexi, his confidant launched a rebellion, and some unknown soldiers rebelled. On the other end, Mao Zhongming led his troops from both sides of the alliance with Mao Youde, and the battle with the Liaodong Town soldiers was still continuing outside the tent.

The opportunity to win Yuan Chonghuan to show his loyalty is gone. This is the last chance. If you cut off a few more Yuan Chonghuan's subordinates, you can also treat it as a letter of fame to your boss, so as not to be settled by the autumn later.

I really don’t know if they worked so hard when they fought Jiannu on the battlefield.

Outside the tent, you can still hear the angry and shrill roars of the Liaodong army soldiers, but their resistance has long been futile. If Yuan Chonghuan's mutiny fails, they are destined to become victims.

But the world is so unfair. As the mastermind of the whole incident, Master Yuan lived more and more nourishing than anyone else, and even had the heart to make fun of him.

"Ship Mao wouldn't treat Yuan as a gift to send to Jiannu, right?"

"Hmph, I, Mr. Mao, also eat the king's fortune. Is it so unfaithful and unrighteous to share my worries? How could I do such unfaithful and unrighteous things?"

More than a hundred families died tragically at the hands of Hou Jin. This was a hurdle that could not be overcome. Without menopause, Mao Wenlong would not have thought of seeking refuge with Huang Taiji. There were only three people left in the tent. He knelt next to Mao Wenlong. His clear hum also made Mao Jue feel a sense of backbone. At least now, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty still wanted to continue fighting with Jiannu, and it was not yet that desperate era!

But as soon as the topic changed, Mao Wenlong was angry and punched the table.

"But today's affairs, the supervisor must give Mao an explanation. If he is responsible, Mao will definitely not give up!"

His head almost disappeared. It is conceivable that Yuan Chonghuan was really too scheming. Who knew that he came to Pidao to inspect for a long time with a smile and was about to go home. He grabbed such an empty hair and put on a fierce hand. However, although Mao Wenlong's angry hair was about to stand up, such a literati was so angry that he would not deserve his life. Yuan Chonghuan sat there indifferently, and Mr. Zhuge shook his head as if he was shaking.

"Explanation? Yuan will not give you any explanation! For the sake of Liaodong's great cause and to serve Your Majesty, Yuan will try his best to get rid of you! When you go back this time, Yuan will continue to impeach you! Until you leave Dongjiang!"

"you!"

What arrogance? He shouted at the knife and then fucked him against others. Mao Wenlong was so angry that he immediately slapped his eyes, his teeth clamored, and the old muscles on his face pulled the wrinkles deeper.

However, just like Yuan Chonghuan paid a huge price to kill him in history, Mao Wenlong did not dare to touch this popular man in the eyes of the emperor. Unless he was cruel and really surrendered to the Later Jin Dynasty, Emperor Chongzhen was extremely angry, and he could not resist the attacks of those literati and censors in the court who had not succeeded but failed. This matter really became a difficult thing for dogs to bite a hedgehog.

Seeing Mao Wenlong's face turned pale, he was afraid that his cheap father would finally save him, and then he would have a heart attack by Yuan Chonghuan. If he got angry, he would be in trouble. He would simply knock on the table with a gloomy face.

"Dad, these literati are just this kind of virtue! There is no need to be angry with him. Isn't the Commander Yuan unwilling to give an explanation? Just beat him. At worst, we will continue to sue in the court. The court is not Yuan's!"

"Come!"

The group beat Yuan Chonghuan and beat the dignified Liaodong governor to a blue nose and a swelling face. It was exciting to think about it! Mao Wenlong was an official for many years, and the rules and regulations of the court had bound him. He didn't even think about many things, but Mao Jue was a newborn calf and was not afraid of tigers. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to do it.

Not to mention, this time it hit Yuan Chonghuan's weakness. It doesn't matter if he was beaten. What is the highest honor of the civil officials of the Ming Dynasty? Talking back to the emperor, being beaten to death by the emperor's court, leaving his reputation for eternity! If you can't beat him to death, it will be smooth sailing in the officialdom and have a reputation as a straight minister. But it depends on who beat him. He is the commander of Liaodong, and he will make his young man beat him with a blue face and swollen teeth. Then he will lose all his face and become a laughing stock in Liaodong.

What’s important is that after being beaten, he had no choice but to use Mao Jue. After all, if such a thing happened, according to the court’s reliance on Dongjiang, he could only issue an edict to appease him. Mao Jue beat him and avenged his father. Maybe he would also gain a reputation for filial piety. The court might also give him a archway, and he would be even more majestic by then.

Seeing that Mao Jue rolled up his sleeves and grabbed his collar, the electric cannon was about to shout out on his face. Yuan Chonghuan, who was panicked, hurriedly raised his hand again.

"Ship Mao, Yuan has another proposal!"

It was about a few centimeters long, and Mao Jue's fist stopped in front of Yuan Chonghuan's eyes. At the same time, Wen Meng and Pang Dahai rushed in at the door of the tent.

"You guys go out first!"

With a gloomy face, Mao Wenlong waved his hand again, but these people did not move. They gathered their eyes in surprise on Mao Jue, who was in a strange posture. It was not until Mao Jue retracted his fist in disappointment and nodded to them that Wen Meng and others went out again.

"Sir Yuan, what do you want?"

"Ship Mao, now my Ming Dynasty is in trouble!!!"

After sighing deeply, Yuan Chonghuan suddenly stood up and looked out of the tent with gloomy eyes. The sad eyes reminded Mao Jue of his lost youth that year.

"The Dukes in the court have not yet realized the harm of Jianlu, but you and I are in Liaodong and have worked together for many years. Do you still don't know Jianlu's ambitions? The disaster of Jianlu is definitely not comparable to Tumote back then. It is not good, and it may even repeat the shame of Jingkang of the Northern Song Dynasty! If it is not extinguished early, it will inevitably lead to a disaster in the future!"

"Yuan is not talented and is willing to bear the responsibility of the world! But to compete with Jiannu, Liaodong must be under the full command of Yuan. There must be no more scenes of disagreement in the governors like Xiong Tingbi and Xiong Huazhen, and they lost Liaoyang in vain. The battle in Shenyang caused our Ming Dynasty to be destroyed, and tens of thousands of soldiers were corpses on the battlefield!"

"Yuan is determined to win this Dongjiang!"

Yuan Chonghuan's talent was not as famous as his, but the reason why he succeeded was indeed his unique personality charm. He said this sentence so domineeringly, who would be the only one who could be the one who was dragged to the wall to recuperate, was already filled with blood from the beast, and he wanted to follow Yuan Chonghuan to charge into battle immediately, staining the battlefield with blood. Unfortunately, the two most important audiences did not buy it.

Mao Wenlong's forehead collapsed a few blue veins, and Mao Jue simply twisted his fist and stood up.

He is worthy of being a celebrity in the eyes of the emperor. In addition to being honest, Yuan Chonghuan still has some insight and quickly speeds up his speech and goes straight to the point.

"Mr. Mao has retired and Dongjiang returns to Liaodong. Within two years, this governor recommends Mr. Mao to become the general of Dongjiang!"

"My dog ​​son? Where can this yellow-mouthed child be in the eyes of the supervisor?"

When Mao Wenlong heard this, he really showed a heart-warming look and couldn't help blurting out.

As the saying goes, wealth is not only for three generations. When Mao Wenlong's age, his greatest pursuit is not only his achievements, but also how to pass on the achievements he has achieved. If he uses his retirement as a political exchange to help Mao Jue up, it is not unacceptable for him. What's more, Yuan Chonghuan also expressed his determination to take Dongjiang to him, not to be afraid of stealing, but to be afraid of thieves' concern. However, Mao Wenlong's only concern is that once he retires himself, it is equivalent to handing over the political capital in his hands. Once Yuan Chonghuan breaks his promise, the Mao family really has no choice but to deal with him.

I also knew that this was an opportunity to convince Mao Wenlong, Yuan Chonghuan's tone was also a little quicker.

Waving his hand excitedly, Yuan Chonghuan nodded repeatedly and praised.

"Liaodong is not short of generals who are good at fighting. You Shilu, Zhao Shujiao, He Kegang, Zu Dashou and others are all good at fighting. However, what they lack is this talent who is good at managing and willing to lower their heads and down-to-earth training and gathering grain. In the past few days, Mr. Mao's army has been consistent in his ranks, and he can also get grain from the sea and fertile fields from the land. In time, Dongjiang will become a prosperous town in his hands. At that time, our Liaodong army will attack the Liaohe River in Shenyang, and the Dongjiang army will attack Kaiyuan with a strange attack, Hetuala, with the power of a great country, Jiannu cannot control it!"

"At that time, the Mao family will be able to win the title of honor and honor the ancestors for the unparalleled achievements!"

No wonder Yuan Chonghuan sticks behind his butt every day. His feelings are attracted by Mao Jue's ability to make money. He wants to turn Dongjiang into his money bag and grain basket. Mao Wenlong has heard of Mao Jue's troubles these days. Yuan Chonghuan can say this, which proves the reliability of his words, and he is still somewhat sincere.

However, before Mao Wenlong nodded, the Mao Jue had already rejected it firmly.

"no!"

“Why?”

A huge pie was drawn, General! Mao Jue is only sixteen or seventeen years old this year. Even Wu Sangui is the general seal who is only twenty-seven years old. He is not afraid to be the general when he is twenty-seven years old. He must be unprecedented. With his own support, once Liaodong is pacified, Mao Jue may not be as glorious as Liaodong general Li Chengliang. Yuan Chonghuan never thought that Mao Jue refused so readily.

“Why?”

A look of impatient expression appeared on his face, and Mao Jue sternly rebuked: "Filial piety is the first of all virtues, and the hatred of killing his father is irreconcilable! If you want to kill my father, you are my Mao Jue's enemy! This hatred has not been avenged yet. I have to bow down and obey your orders under your hands, and you have to rely on your prestige as a general and an official. Then who did I, Mao Jue?"

"Liaodong and Dongjiang are incompatible!"
Chapter completed!