After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

What else could Wang Jiuhe do? He could only send someone back to Kyoto to ask the emperor what to do!

This is a disgrace to the emperor!

The news that Boss Li erected the stone tablet at the gate of Fuming Town soon spread throughout Yunzhou.

Although this is very satisfying, the people feel that it is not enough!

Every time they passed by the big rock when entering Fuming Town, they felt it was very dazzling.

When Wen Yu took his companions to conduct street interviews, all the interviewees were filled with indignation!

"Don't you think it's embarrassing? It's obviously not our general who did this! But there's a stone standing here. People who don't know would think our general is incompetent!"

"Just looking at this makes me angry! We in Yunzhou have suffered a huge loss this time!"

"Of course not. The court is ashamed of our great general and all the people of Yunzhou!"

"If they want to negotiate, then they can do so. Why would they use our Yunzhou territory as a pretext?!"

"Let me tell you, if this negotiation succeeds, it will all be thanks to Yunzhou. The sacrifices made by Yunzhou are really too great!"

"This is a shame, a shame that our ancestors should remember!"

"Yunzhou Weekly" naturally published these interview records truthfully.

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The road is filled with fragrance from the BMW and carved carriages, the wind is blowing and the flute is moving, the jade pot is shining, and fish and dragons are dancing all night.

Ever since Wanyan Wushu, the envoy from the north, came to Kyoto and proposed peace talks, Kyoto has become more and more luxurious.

Wanyan Wushu received warm hospitality from high-ranking nobles. He attended banquets every now and then and experienced the prosperity and wealth of the capital.

As the temperature rises, the lotus buds in the pond are about to bloom. The exposed red petals contrast with the green lotus leaves, just like a shy girl. The chirping of cicadas plays a summer symphony.

"The wind blows through the small pond, the lotus flowers fill the yard after the rain, the plums and melons sink and float in the snow, the bamboo bed is covered with needlework and a long dream is in the afternoon!"

"good words!"

"As expected of Brother Chongyuan!"

There is a two-story teahouse next to the pond, and the rippling water of the pond is reflected on the plaque of Fuquan Teahouse.

A breeze blew, and the light and shadow swept across the second-floor windows, making it impossible for the scholars in the private room to open their eyes.

"Huh? Who is that? How dare he ride a horse in Kyoto?" Li Chongyuan covered his eyes with his hands, and through the gaps between his fingers, he saw a man riding a fast horse, running like crazy in the busy streets.

The street vendors on both sides of the street dodged quickly. Although no one was hurt, it was a pity that all kinds of canned food and delicacies were knocked over on the ground.

"Hey! Isn't that Wang Jiuhe's personal servant?!"

Someone recognized the identity of the horse rider.

Li Chongyuan and his companions looked at each other in bewilderment: "If I remember correctly, Wang Jiu and Lord Wang were appointed by the emperor to go to Yunzhou to announce the decree!"

"It is indeed him! Wang Jiuhe is from the Wang family and is a fifth-rank official in the Dali Temple. I heard that Wang Buxi, the county magistrate of Woye Town in Yunzhou, is his cousin. That is why the officials around the court recommended Wang Jiuhe to be the imperial envoy!"

"But why are his followers in such a hurry?"

As soon as this question was raised, the audience fell into complete silence.

The familiar scene and the familiar reaction made everyone have an unconfident guess.

"It's impossible. How could a general be so brave?" Someone murmured softly, shaking his head.

Under the silent gaze of the crowd, the man rode his horse straight to the palace.

Today is the grand court meeting held once a month.

No matter how lazy an official was, he had to get up early on this day, put on formal court robes, stand in the court like a wooden man, and listen to the officials' loud speeches.

The topic of this grand court meeting was still about peace talks with the Tatars, after all, Wanyan Wushu was still staying in the capital.

Cui Sanlun had a sullen face and would confront anyone who showed up.

He successively drove away the Minister of War, the Minister of Rites, and the Chief Academician of the Imperial College, and finally no one in the huge court dared to speak.

The young emperor was dissatisfied and said in a slightly reprimanding tone: "Master Cui, when we discuss matters in the court, we should stick to the facts and not bring in personal emotions."

Cui Sanlun did not tolerate the young emperor. If Su Dalang and Su Yunyan were not still in Kyoto, he would point at the late emperor and curse him even if the late emperor crawled out of the grave.

"I'm just talking about the facts. Why are you all so soft-hearted? The war hasn't even started yet, why are you talking about peace? What? Is there too much money in the treasury to fill it up?"

The young emperor looked at the Minister of War and the Minister of Revenue. The two of them shrank their necks like quails, obviously scared by Cui Sanlun's scolding.

Seeing that these two men were unreliable, Grand Tutor Tong watched the show from the sidelines, while Lord Li coughed heart-wrenchingly, and the young emperor had to take the stage himself.

"I don't want to do this either, but who dares to fight the Tartars? Even the great general Gu Nanxi could only defend the city and dare not advance rashly? The Great Zhou has no good generals, what can I do? Rather than letting the people of the world suffer from the war, it is better for me to accept the Tartars' peace talks."

Cui Sanlun's mouth twitched twice. He had never seen such a shameless person!

When His Majesty said this, on the one hand he completely absolved himself of all responsibility, and on the other hand he blamed Gu Nanxi for the reason that he had to negotiate with him, and at the same time he created the image of an emperor who endured humiliation and bore heavy burdens!

Cui Sanlun thought for a long time and finally found a suitable word to describe it, that is green tea! The fragrance of tea is everywhere, and the fragrance of tea is thousands of miles away!

Lord Li and Lord Chen in the civil service team below lowered their heads and rolled their eyes to the sky.

Censor Jiang, who was standing in front of them, had a blank expression on his face and dark eyes, as if a storm was brewing.

As if sensing the strange atmosphere in the court, Li Gelao suppressed the itch in his throat and changed the subject: "Your Majesty, there seems to be some movement outside!"

The young emperor was so angry at Cui Sanlun's sarcastic look that he took several deep breaths and then asked the eunuch to go and see what was going on.

I don't know how much time had passed before the eunuch who went to check came in sweating profusely, stumbling and tripping over the threshold.

After being tripped, the eunuch couldn't even get up and could only crawl on his knees to the front of the hall.

"What happened?" Lord Li looked like a sharp sword, his eyes piercing.

The eunuch opened his mouth but could not make a sound. He could only kowtow until his forehead was covered with blood. Then he said in a hoarse voice: "Master Wang Jiuhe sent someone to deliver a message..."

Wang Jiuhe?!

The extremely tense atmosphere in the court suddenly exploded after hearing this name.

The officials could no longer control themselves and lowered their heads to discuss.

"Look at the eunuch's expression. Could it be that Gu Nanxi is disobeying orders?!"

"Oh my God, Yunzhou has money, soldiers and food. If she teams up with the Tartars and lets them march straight in, won't our capital be doomed?"

"No way, Gu Nanxi is a staunch advocate of war!"

"We can't stand our emperor's bullying!"

The officials were worried, would Gu Nanxi really just give up?