Dressed as the cannon fodder who died prematurely, I will marry the villain in anger

When the seventh day came, Dali, Pingzhou and Xianbei gathered together again. Wang Yun spoke first,

"We in Dali intend to sponsor 50,000 taels of gold to support the polo match." Tuoba Jin was not to be outdone.

"We Xianbei will also offer 50,000 taels." Wu Ren raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

"I didn't expect that you Dali and Xianbei are so rich." He acted as if he was unaware of Dali's financial difficulties.

Zheng Lingfeng thought, in fact, the treasury of Dali has no money, but there are many places to spend money. For example, the salary of Dali officials is a huge expense, and it has to be paid every month.

All the money collected by Anzhuang was spent. Wang Yun smiled falsely, his heart was bleeding, how could Dali have money?

All this gold was collected by the several great families, okay? Moreover, among the 50,000 taels of gold of Xianbei, 20,000 taels were supported by them. Xianbei could not come up with 50,000 taels of gold at once.

However, the Xianbei sent some cattle and horses as a consolation. Moreover, in addition to the 70,000 taels of gold, we must prepare some more in case of emergency.

Therefore, they prepared a total of 150,000 taels of gold. It was actually quite a stretch for several families to come up with such a large sum of gold.

Although this amount may not seem large to these noble families, their assets have shrunk by 20 to 30 percent due to the silver harvest in Pingzhou before.

And from that time on, gold and Pingzhou Baochao became hard currency, and silver and copper coins were no longer useful.

The gold reserves on hand of these aristocratic families were not much, and with the subsequent consumption, there was really not much left.

Thinking of these things, Wang Yun was troubled.

"Let's not waste any more time. Now we, Dali and Xianbei, have already paid the sponsorship money. Shopkeeper Wu, Boss Gu, what do you think?" Wu Ren replied.

"We in Pingzhou will certainly have no problem. But isn't a prize of 150,000 gold too much?" Wang Yun and Tuoba Jin said in unison.

"Not much. The 150,000 gold is not all for the finals. Some will also be used for other competitions." Wu Ren and Gu Huaisheng did not argue with them.

"Okay, if you think it's not too big, then it's fine." After agreeing on the sponsorship amount, Wang Yun said,

"Manager Wu, why don't we increase the stakes a bit?" Wu Ren sneered in his heart. As expected, his master's prediction was correct. These people were really greedy.

"What does it mean to press harder?"

"In addition to gold, let's add a little more chips to it."

"What chips should I add?"

"Bet a state, and we Dali will give Qingzhou as a reward."

"We Xianbei take Yanzhou as a reward."

"Whoever wins the final victory will get to take away the three states. What do you think? Do you dare to agree?" Wang Yun asked.

Hearing this, Wu Ren and Gu Huaisheng looked at each other. They knew that they were brave, but they didn’t know they were so brave!

"Do the Emperor of Dali and the Xianbei Khan agree to this?"

"Yes. Now let me ask you in Pingzhou whether you dare to do it?"

"This is a serious matter. We need to consult the governor." Wu Ren said, and then he looked at Tuoba Jin.

"Also, Second Prince Tuoba, let me remind you that Tuoba Khan signed a truce agreement with our governor on the Hancheng Plain. Do you still remember it?"

"When we signed the armistice agreement, we had already agreed that if you, the Xianbei, broke the agreement and started a war within five years, you would have to cede Yanzhou to Pingzhou as compensation."

"Yanzhou is a province that you Xianbei have been using time and again. Are you trying to get something for nothing?" Tuoba Jin choked, feeling ashamed by what he said, and then said angrily,

"Then let's use the Xianbei Northern Territory as a bet, okay?" Wu Ren and Gu Huaisheng disagreed. They would take the Northern Territory back sooner or later.

"Change another one, for example - the Xianbei capital Shengle." Hearing such arrogant words, Tuoba Jinxiao stood up.

"How dare you!" Shengle is the most central capital of the Xianbei people. How dare they dream of this? Gu Huaisheng asked calmly,

"What are you so bold about? I've only heard of rape, but I've never heard of anyone forcing someone to gamble. If you Xianbei don't want to, you don't have to gamble." At this time, Wang Yun came out to smooth things over.

"Calm down, everyone. Next, you all need to ask for instructions from your superiors. Why don't we stop discussing this today?" Tuoba Jin snorted, and Wu Ren and Gu Huaisheng naturally agreed.

Then, they dispersed. Chang'an, Imperial Palace Song Mo's coma time was getting longer and longer, sometimes waking up once every seven or eight days.

He was extremely thin. No, it should be said that he was so thin that he was just skin and bones. When he was asleep, he was like a skeleton.

He was relying on liquid food and medicine to maintain his life. On this day, he woke up for the first time. Under the care of the palace servants, he ate some liquid food and drank some medicine, and then asked,

"Have you got any memorials to present to me?" Song Mo thought he spoke very loudly, but in fact his voice was as soft as a mosquito, and Liang An had to get very close to hear it clearly.

"Your Majesty, yes, there are several secret memorials." When Liang An took the secret memorials, he saw that Song Mo was in good spirits, so he also told him about the major events that had happened recently.

Song Mo frowned as he listened. After all, he had been the emperor for several years and could see something was wrong with the widespread horse racing and secret casinos in Dali. However, he was too weak and his brain was not working properly.

But when he saw Xie Zhan's secret memorial, he was sure that his feeling just now was correct. What Wang Yun and others did and allowed was extremely inappropriate and tantamount to killing the goose that lays the eggs!

Puff! Song Mo spat out a mouthful of blood. The palace maid screamed in fear.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Quick, quick, call the imperial physician!" Song Mo spat out a mouthful of black blood and slowly fell down. He didn't even have the time to deal with the matter before he fainted from anger.

At this moment, Song Mo, not knowing whether it was due to his physical perception or something else, actually felt a sense of sadness that the Dali building was about to collapse.

Quarter of an hour later, after Imperial Physician Lin examined Song Mo, he came out with a gloomy face.

"Imperial Physician Lin, how is the Emperor?" the Empress Dowager asked with concern. The Empress standing beside her also looked concerned.

"Reporting to the Empress Dowager, reporting to the Emperor, I have tried my best." Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager, the Queen and others suddenly became nervous.

The Empress Dowager asked in a deep voice,

"What does this mean? Imperial Physician Lin, when will the emperor wake up?" Imperial Physician Lin said carefully.

"It is not certain that he will wake up, and it is not certain that he will be well after waking up." When the imperial physician Lin said this, the whole place fell silent. The imperial physician Lin's words were quite obscure, meaning that the emperor would either never wake up, or if he woke up, it would most likely be the moment of his last breath.

After a moment's silence, the Empress Dowager said bitterly,

"Those traitors in Pingzhou deserve to be killed!" Just now when Imperial Physician Lin was treating the emperor, the Empress Dowager had already asked Liang An why the emperor was vomiting blood.