After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Ever since the emperor decided to lead the army in person, the life of the prince of Ji has been difficult.

The old Duke believed that they should take advantage of this opportunity to allow the second generation of the family to rise again, so he forced the son of Duke Ji to practice martial arts every morning.

The prince of Jiguogong was aggrieved: "Don't you know my ability? Asking me to go to the battlefield, isn't this seeking death?"

"With Gu Nanxi in Yunzhou, what is there to be afraid of?"

The Prince of Jiguo was speechless: "Your Majesty is so afraid of Gu Nanxi, how could he possibly use her?"

"Hasn't she taken the position of Yunzhou governor yet? A person in a position must plan for the government! In this battle in Yunzhou, His Majesty will have to protect her! As for all the officials in the court, except for Lord Li, why didn't you protest too much about this matter? Because everyone understands that as long as Gu Nanxi is here, no matter whether he wins or loses, His Majesty's safety will always be guaranteed."

The Prince of Jiguo was shocked. It seemed that these people wanted to employ Gu Nanxi, but were unwilling to give her a good face. "Then why did Lord Li resolutely oppose it?"

The old Duke sighed deeply: "Because he is a loyal man! He doesn't want the relationship between the current emperor and Gu Nanxi to become too strained. But the emperor is young and hot-tempered, and he doesn't listen to advice."

The Prince of Jiguo did not dare to ask more questions and could only get up early every day with a bitter heart.

In the market, prices began to rise because of the war.

Song Da's friend finally spent money to buy a small official position, but he was unlucky and found that this small official was also on the list of the Northern Expedition.

Song Da rented a hot pot from Baiwei Restaurant and planned to practice it at home for his friends.

"The price of mutton has risen to eighty cents?!" Song Daze was reluctant, but still ordered three pounds. "Cut it into slices for me, slice it thinly, I want to eat it with hot pot."

In addition to mutton, Song Da also bought some greenhouse vegetables, not much, just a small bunch.

By night, Song Da's little house became lively again.

The steaming hot pot drives away the winter chill.

After the group had a few drinks, the conversation became relaxed and casual.

Song Da picked up a thin piece of mutton, dipped it in the bubbling hot pot for more than ten times, dipped it in some sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, and felt like he was floating in the air.

"Old Chen, didn't His Majesty say that he would lead the elite troops of the Six Armies this time? How come you, a person who bought an official post, are also included?"

Old Chen took a sip of wine and said with a sad face, "How does His Majesty know who the elite are? Isn't it just the military officers who say who they are? Although we are fighting against the grassland tribes this time, they are all good at riding and shooting, and they are in their home territory. No matter how loud our slogans are, it will be very dangerous to face them!"

Old Chen might be drunk, his face flushed. "Do you think these generals don't know what's going on? If the commander this time is Gu Nanxi, maybe some who want to make a contribution will dare to go and give it a try. But this is led by His Majesty, when has His Majesty ever commanded a battle? Who dares to follow? Wouldn't it be hard for those of us who have no background or backing!"

The corners of Lao Chen's eyes were moist. "People in the streets only know that the emperor is mighty, and they laugh at the general for not being able to deal with the grassland tribes. They don't think about the fact that the last person who could win a battle against the people in the north was Gu Zhanshen, and it took more than ten years for Gu Nanxi to appear. Have we ever won once during this period?"

Song Da and Lao Chen clinked glasses.

The wind direction in Kyoto was indeed not right during this period. Song Da was criticized for nothing more than saying a few good words for Gu Nanxi in Fuquan Teahouse, and was even followed on his way home.

If Song Da hadn’t been alert, he might have encountered something unexpected!

Seeing that the storm was about to come, Song Da couldn't eat or sleep well these days. He felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by someone, and he was very distressed.

I wonder if General Gu Nanxi had anticipated this situation? Is there any countermeasure?

Oh, it’s really worrying!

Mrs. Song at the table frowned tightly, obviously worried about Gu Nanxi.

However, no matter how worried you are, you still have to live your life as usual.

Those on the draft list began to prepare to go north.

You have to prepare some cotton-padded coats, quilts, thick boots, handy weapons, and even some soybean paste made by your mother at home.

In the city of Kyoto, slogans of victory and praises for the emperor were everywhere, as if the war was a sure win.

Secretly, the families of those who were drafted cried day and night.

People are sometimes like this. When they are in desperate situations, they dare not blame the emperor who is high above them, and can only vent their despair and pain on others, such as the Yunzhou governor Gu Nanxi.

"Everyone praises Gu Nanxi and regards him as a god of war! How come he can't even handle a grassland tribe? He needs His Majesty to take action personally?"

"Are these Yunzhou cavalry just there to eat and do nothing? Why can't they protect our Great Zhou?"

Public anger was like an undercurrent at the bottom of a lake, surging in every corner of Kyoto.

And this is exactly what many people with ulterior motives want to see.

Lord Li was so anxious that blisters formed at the corners of his mouth. Seeing that the emperor not only did not stop the changes in public opinion, but was even a little complacent, he was so angry that he fell ill!

It was not known whether Master Tong went there to watch the fun or out of some sense of colleagueship, but after the court session he came to visit Li's residence.

"Are you feeling complacent? The Saint finally got the Pillar of Heaven, but now he destroys it himself!" Lord Li coughed so hard that he almost coughed out his lungs.

"Can you blame me for this?! Did I force His Majesty to do this?" Master Tong sat down on the bed, looking down at Lord Li who was unable to get up.

"Mr. Li, I've told you long ago that we have to stand firmly in the court before we can do what we have always wanted to do. Do you think Gu Nanxi has talent and heart? She has done this, but what is the result? I really want to see if she can turn things around!"

Lord Li felt as if there was a mass of air stuck in his chest, unable to move up or down, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

You can survive the misfortunes sent by Heaven, but you cannot survive the misfortunes brought upon yourself!

Just as the two of them were silent, each immersed in their own thoughts, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard outside the door.

"My Lord, my Lord! Something big has happened!"

Lord Li and Grand Tutor Tong looked towards the door together, and saw that the housekeeper of the Li Mansion had a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were full of anxiety and fear.

He held a newspaper in his hand and walked quickly to the bedside of Lord Li.

He knelt down, held the newspaper high with both hands, lowered his head, and said in an uncontrollable trembling voice: "Lord, this is the latest issue of Yunzhou Weekly!"

Grand Tutor Tong got one step ahead of Lord Li and snatched the "Yunzhou Weekly" to open it. He shuddered all over, and finally his complicated sorrow turned into a sigh.

"The disciple is better than the master! Old Zhu is still good at judging people. This Gu Nanxi is indeed worthy of the title of the first ambitious person in the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

Lord Li had never seen Grand Tutor Tong so distraught. He struggled to get up and leaned over to take a look at the Yunzhou Weekly.

The two huge words "Great Victory" catch your eye!

Like fireworks, exploding in my mind!