The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The next day.

Outside Jinluan Hall.

The court meeting has ended, and the ministers are walking out one after another.

But at this moment, everyone's expressions were different, some had solemn expressions, some had joyful expressions, and some had angry expressions.

Naturally, some people looked unhappy, as if their souls had been taken away.

The fat-headed and big-eared face of Wang Yong, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, no longer had the same rosy color as before. At this moment, there was only a pale color on his face, and drops of sweat dripped from the temples and even the collar around his neck. All wet with sweat.

At today's court meeting, Jin Fengling told the news that King Zhenbei had killed all the barbarians in Beihu, and Qin Ze's Qing Jun side was naturally widely publicized.

This is naturally not good news, so Wang Yong looked worried.

But that's not even the worst news.

"The general of the Zhen army, Huang Long, has an affair with Bei Hu and intends to murder the king of Zhen Bei. The evidence is conclusive. According to the law, everyone should be executed and all nine clans will be implicated!"

This edict was like a thunderbolt falling on a sunny day, making Wang Yong completely panicked. He was so frightened that he could not even keep his figure in the court, and his body was like a sieve of chaff, shaking into a ball.

He understands the sorrow of the fox when the rabbit dies.

I have a very good personal relationship with Huang Long. Now that Huang Long is about to be killed, what will I do in the future?

Since taking charge of the household department, he has made a lot of money. He knows very well that if His Majesty is to liquidate his crimes...

But fortunately, His Majesty also made it very clear at this court meeting that Huang Long's crime is unpardonable, the matter has been investigated to the bottom of the matter, and no one else will be implicated in this.

This made his high-spirited heart finally relax a little.

But Huang Longgui was a general who suppressed the army, and now he was liquidated so completely, which is really frightening.

The real meaning is that I watched him build a tall building, watched him entertain guests, and watched his building collapse...

The trees fell, the hozens scattered, and the birds threw themselves into the forest after eating. The Huang family, which was so prominent, even fell into a worse end than the Qin family.

As the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. If His Majesty takes action, no one can escape...

A strong sense of fear grew in Wang Yong's heart, and he didn't even listen to what His Majesty said later about letting Xijing stand on its own feet. He was only worried about what he would do in the future...

The dejected Wang Yong walked out with dull eyes, but accidentally bumped into someone in front of him.

The man was hit and staggered, but he didn't say a word.

This person is also a person who has lost three souls and seven souls.

The expression on that old face was extremely complicated, changing back and forth, showing joy, anger, and a deep sense of sadness.

It is Zhang Li, the current official minister.

At this moment, Zhang Li had mixed feelings in his heart.

Qin Ze wiped out Hu Ma, rescued the people, and made immortal contributions. He was sincerely happy in his heart. If he were at home, he would definitely cheer.

Huang Long had an affair with Hu Ma and tried to kill Qin Ze, which made him extremely angry. His previous speculation was confirmed. Huang Long indeed had the intention to cause trouble.

Fortunately, Qin Ze acted resolutely and announced with iron-blooded means that he wanted to clear the emperor, and His Majesty was equally decisive and directly ordered Huang Long to be killed. This is really a good thing that pleases people!

Logically speaking, today should be the most exciting and happiest day, even having a few drinks when returning home.

But what His Majesty said next made Zhang Li's joy completely disappear.

In fact, a deep sense of powerlessness swept through his body, and his breathing almost stopped due to grief.

That's about Xijing.

Although Xijing has experienced various dynasties, it has always been the land of Daqian from ancient times to the present!

When the Great Qian Dynasty was weak, Xijing was occupied by the ambitious Tuyuan Kingdom. This occupation lasted for decades!

In the past few decades, no matter which emperor was in power in Daqian, they all wanted to regain Xijing. This was a long-cherished wish engraved in their bones.

Three years!

Five years!

ten years!

Twenty years!

Thirty years!

A whole fifty years!

The white hair of a loving mother in the Central Plains, the distant gaze of a spring lady in the south of the Yangtze River, the night cry of a child in Hunan, the farewell under the willows in the hometown, the angry eyes of the soldiers when they roared, the beacon smoke ignited on the battlefield.

Each living life, full of passion, relied on those swords and guns to burn up the blood and tears, and then took back Xijing inch by inch.

The father’s hair on the temples has turned white, the young son who has not lost his childishness has gone into battle to kill the enemy, and the soldiers’ armor is full of blood, vowing to take back our own land.

It took the efforts and struggles of generations to restore the broken mountains and rivers.

Now, it only takes a few years to regain it, but under the pressure of Tu Yuan Kingdom, Xijing is about to be lost again.

But His Majesty simply agreed...

Blood and tears, for whom are they shed?

Zhang Li forgot when he left the palace and how he got on the sedan. He stumbled back to his mansion and walked into the ancestral hall at home. His eyes were red as he looked at the ancestral tablets.

"Father, mother, today...today...Xijing, which I worked so hard for, is lost again!"

Zhang Li fell to his knees with a "bang" and held his face with trembling hands, already sobbing.

"It took so many years to finally recover Xijing, but now it is about to be sent out again. How can this be worthy of those people who are under the influence of Jiuquan..."

"It's because I am incompetent and can't persuade His Majesty in the court. Those ministers are short-sighted and think that independence in Xijing is a good thing. How stupid they are!"

"Although I am a minister, how can I..."

Zhang Li felt sad in his heart and was feeling sorry for himself when he heard a gentle and gentle voice coming from outside the ancestral hall.

"Dad, has His Majesty promised Xijing to become independent?"

Zhang Li turned around and saw his daughter's figure appearing outside the ancestral hall.

The person outside the door was wearing a plain white long brocade dress that was a bit too simple. The dark brown silk thread embroidered the strange and powerful branches on the dress, and the pink silk thread embroidered blossoming plum blossoms, which were embroidered from the hem of the skirt to the top. Extends to waist.

He has an oval face, eyebrows like willow leaves, eyes that are as clear as autumn waves, and the eyes are shining, and the soft black hair is tied casually behind his back.

There was no makeup on her plain face, and her appearance did not appear to be outstanding, but just standing there casually, there was a certain gentleness and gracefulness to her.

Seeing his daughter asking questions, Zhang Li wiped his tears, sighed and nodded.

"I agreed, Xijing...will be independent soon, alas."

"But fortunately, we have signed a treaty with Tuyuan Kingdom. Even if Xijing no longer belongs to me, it does not belong to Tuyuan Kingdom. This is... a better result."

"It's just that no matter what..."

Before Zhang Li finished speaking, he saw his daughter walking towards the ancestral hall step by step.

His heart tightened and he quickly stopped: "Zisheng, get out quickly, how can you enter the ancestral hall!"

Zhang Zisheng looked calm and still stepped into the ancestral hall.

Zhang Li hurriedly stood up and scolded: "Nonsense! You are a girl, how can you enter the ancestral hall! It's... it's..."

"Why not? With my feet on my body, where can't they go?"

"Dad, you are often not at home. I have been here many times." Zhang Zisheng entered the ancestral hall, took the handkerchief hanging aside, gently wiped the tablet, and said casually.

"This is a rule set by our ancestors!" Zhang Li scolded.

"Then Daqian is the country left by our ancestors. Now that Xijing is not safe, dad, why don't you rebuke His Majesty and ask her to expel Tuyuan and restore our country." Zhang Zisheng's face was as dark as water, and there was no wave on his face.

Zhang Li looked sad and sighed: "All the ministers in the DPRK and China agree on the independence of Xijing, so what's the use of my words? Your Majesty, she listens to the words of these people, alas!"

Zhang Zisheng had already wiped one tablet at this time. She picked up another tablet, wiped it leisurely, and said lightly:

"Even if the ministers of the DPRK and China object, I think your Majesty will send him out of Xijing."

"Her behavior has always been like this. Xijing is nothing to her."

As soon as he said this, Zhang Li frowned and scolded: "Zisheng! How can you say such things to His Majesty!"