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Wenhua Hall.

The four cabinet ministers all looked at each other in blank dismay.

You look at me, I look at you, and for a while the whole cabinet fell into an eerie silence.

"Ahem, who is writing?" Zhang Lingzheng coughed lightly.

The three of Liang Songnian bowed their heads in silence, as if they didn't hear.

Writing a call to action against Bailianzong is really not that simple.

Calligraphy is easy to write, and you can write a good article with a lot of literary talent if you find any Hanlin.

But what about the consequences?

The better the writing, the harder it offends Bailianzong.

It's not that they are disloyal to the court, but that once Bailianzong gets involved, not only themselves, but even their family members will die.

The others are okay, they don't have too complicated thoughts, they just don't want to write.

But Liang Songnian's heart at this moment is extremely complicated.

Before, he was very puzzled that Zheng Qingsong would not establish a crown prince, but now he is no longer puzzled.

He has always believed that Zheng Ming is Dali's best heir to the throne, and the entire court also believes that he is Zheng Ming's man, but the problem now is that Zheng Qingsong has become younger, and it seems that he may live for another few decades .

Do you still need an heir?

This question lingered in his mind, making him really unable to turn the corner.

The three of Zhang Lingzheng didn't know Liang Songnian's complicated heart, they were all worried about the call to action.

"It's better for the old man to write it." Zhang Lingzheng shook his head helplessly.

He is the chief assistant of the cabinet and the head of the civil servants in the court. I am afraid that this proclamation can only be written by him.

Since then.

He began to write at his desk.

After finishing writing, he went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and presented it to Zheng Qingsong.

Zheng Qingsong read it once, and said with a smile: "It's well written, let's pass it on to the world."

"The old minister leads the order." Zhang Lingzheng withdrew.

After Zhang Lingzheng left, Zheng Qingsong leaned on the soft bed and thought for a long time.

"Pass the decree to the Zhenbei General's Mansion to send troops to the grasslands to destroy the Yesu'er tribe."

"Pass the decree to Chen Ze, let him lead the Qingwu Army, Nanshan Army, and Guining Cavalry to station in Guiyun Province."

"Decree to the imperial guards and the Beijing camp, I will personally conquer the Bailianzong on the sixth day of June!"

"All the offerings in the decree hall will go out with me."

……

A piece of proclamation spread throughout the world, and the whole Dali fell into chaos in an instant.

All wealthy families, honorable princes, and sect forces are facing difficult choices.

Yujia, West Beijing Province.

Yuzhaobo looked at the proclamation in his hand with a serious expression on his face.

Although he had expected such a situation, he did not expect to come back so soon.

"Master, what shall we do next?" the butler whispered.

Yu Zhaobo put down the proclamation in his hand, walked to the entrance of the lobby, and looked at the clear sky with his hands behind his back.

"I've already made a choice, there's no need to change it, let's get ready and go to Beijing tomorrow."

"June [-]th is a good day. Your Majesty will personally march. I, a counselor of the Yu family, should go out of the mountain. I just hope that Your Majesty will not despise me."

He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Faced with such a stormy sea, their Yu family is a small boat, and it is not easy to get through it safely.

Not only the Yu family, but in Dali, many wealthy families like the Yu family are facing a dilemma.

Chapter 163 Because for His Highness, His Majesty is the biggest obstacle.

Worship Hall.

Wang Shouming and Ximen Chuixue were sitting on the balcony of the attic, with the gentle breeze stirring their sleeves.

"You seem to have become a lot stronger recently." Wang Shouming looked at Ximen Chuuxue and said in surprise.

Ximen Chuixue nodded slightly.

He has already taken the Potential Pill sent by Zheng Ming. Although it didn't allow him to break through to the Grand Master, it also improved his cultivation a lot. It can be regarded as one foot on the threshold of the Grand Master.It shouldn't take long for him to comprehend the sword intent and step into the level of a great master.

Wang Shouming looked at him with a ray of sadness on his vicissitudes of face.

"Do you think His Majesty is doing the right thing?"

As a Confucian master, he knew a lot about Zheng Qingsong's plans, and he also understood the meaning of the luck of the people. He knew that the luck of the people did not have much influence on the people of the world, but he still felt that there was something wrong with Zheng Qingsong's approach.

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at the black sheath sword on his knee, and said, "I don't know the emperor, I only know that the swordsman is unyielding."

Wang Shouming looked at him and couldn't help laughing.

"The old man found that you resembled His Majesty a little bit."

"What?" Ximen Chuixue asked.

"Guao!" Wang Shouming replied.

Ximen Chuuxue touched the long sword, but did not speak.

Just be lonely, he never cares what other people think of him.

"You seem to be ready?" Wang Shouming said again.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "I'm very interested in Grandmaster."

Wang Shouming was dumbfounded.

In his opinion, Ximen Chuuxue is a sword idiot.

Put all your emotions on the sword, only seek the honor and glory when swinging the sword, and even sacrifice your own life for the pinnacle of kendo. "

He admired this Ximen Chuuxue very much, because only a person like Ximen Chuuxue who excels in one way can be called a cultivator.

"It seems that you can't wait." Wang Shouming said.

"It's not enough now, my swordsmanship is not enough." Ximen Chuuxue has already touched the threshold of a grand master, so he knows the gap between himself and a grand master.

"Can you feel His Majesty's strength?" Wang Shouming asked again.

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head and said, "Your Majesty is not a cultivator."

Zheng Qingsong is an emperor, and he walks the way of an emperor. Naturally, he is different from conventional practitioners. Ximen Chuuxue cannot use the concept of a warrior to analyze Zheng Qingsong's strength.

Wang Shouming lowered his head and pondered.

Things have reached the current point, even if he is a Confucian master, he can't change the situation.

But the dynasty is the dynasty, and the sect should not be above the dynasty, let alone manipulate the succession of the dynasty.

So what he needs to do now is to help Zheng Qingsong defeat Bailianzong.

"Little friend Ximen, can I ask you something?" He said suddenly.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him in surprise, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Survive, if Your Majesty fails, you choose a prince to reshape the Dali Dynasty." Wang Shouming said in a deep voice.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.

Wang Shouming's words contained many meanings. Firstly, he had no confidence in Zheng Qingsong, otherwise he would not have said such words. Secondly, he was ready to die, otherwise he would not have asked Ximen Chuuxue, because he would not have done this. It is more suitable than Ximen Chuuxue.In the end, he didn't want Dali to change the dynasty. He hoped that Dali could continue. This might be his loyalty to Dali.

Wang Shouming may not be a perfect person, but he is definitely an admirable person.

But this request didn't mean much to Ximen Chuuxue, because Ximen Chuuxue was originally Zheng Ming's person.

If Zheng Qingsong really failed, he would definitely follow Zheng Ming to rebuild a new Dali Dynasty.

"I will." Ximen Chuuxue replied.

Wang Shouming nodded, and looked at the fluttering weeping willow again.

……

Lingyuan Mansion.

The backyard of the government office.

Xin Qiji was wearing a blue gown and sat at the tea table with Du Ruhui.

The call to crusade against Bailianzong has already reached their ears.

"Brother Du, who can win this battle?" Xin Qiji looked at the calligraphic text and said.

Du Ruhui smiled and said, "Lord Xin asked the wrong person. Du is just a scholar and knows little about the way of cultivation."

Xin Qiji shook his head and said, "I'm not asking about the strength of the cultivators of both sides, but the comparison of power between the two sides."

Du Ruhui took a sip of tea, pondered for a moment, and said, "If you only consider military strength and popular support, Du feels that His Majesty will win."

"Dali has been established for 500 years, and it has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although the Bailian Sect is powerful, its prestige is only preserved among the Jianghu sects. In contrast, the people's hearts are for Dali."

"As for the military strength, although the Bailianzong can coordinate all the major sects in the rivers and lakes, and far surpasses the imperial court in terms of warrior strength, the imperial court holds millions of troops, far surpassing the Bailianzong in terms of numbers."

Xin Qiji nodded slightly, feeling the same way.

But in this battle, neither the army nor the people's hearts are the main factors that determine the outcome. The real key lies in the warriors above the master level, especially Zheng Qingsong and Xin Yuanchen.

The outcome of the two of them is the key to determining the outcome of this battle.

"What will happen if His Majesty wins?" Xin Qiji asked.

A strange look flashed in Du Ruhui's eyes, and he said, "Dali will recover. As long as His Majesty is still alive, there will be no civil strife in Dali."

"At the same time, His Royal Highness Prince Rui also lost the chance to inherit the throne, so he can only be a happy prince in the future."

"What if His Majesty loses?" Xin Qiji said.

"Dali will usher in a catastrophe next time, the grassland tribes will invade Dali with the support of Bailianzong, and the flames of war will burn all over Dali," Du Ruhui said.

Xin Qiji frowned, and said: "So, whether it is for His Highness or for the world, the best result is that His Majesty wins."

Du Ruhui shook his head and said, "No, the best result is that His Majesty fails."

"Why?" Xin Qiji looked at him in surprise.

Du Ruhui looked down at the green leaves in the tea bowl, and said, "Because for His Highness, His Majesty is the biggest obstacle."

"As long as His Majesty does not die, His Highness cannot justly sit on the throne."

Xin Qiji stared at him blankly, but his heart was overwhelmed.

He didn't expect Du Ruhui to have such an idea, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that Du Ruhui was right.

If Zheng Qingsong is not dead, Zheng Ming will not be able to justify his name, unless Zheng Ming rebels and seizes the throne, but once Zheng Ming rebels and seizes the throne, he will be infamous.

As Zheng Ming's subject, Xin Qiji didn't want his lord to be infamous.

"So what can we do?" Xin Qiji asked in a daze.

Du Ruhui said in a low voice: "We can remind Mr. Wenhe."

"Why didn't you remind His Highness directly?" Xin Qiji said.

However, before Du Ruhui could answer, Xin Qiji came to his senses.

Du Ruhui sighed lightly, and said, "Let Du do this."

……

Shanhai County.

Zheng Ming sat in the gazebo, looking at the call to action.