big master, big liar

On Song Xuan's first day back in Beijing, Lu Qishang's fist greeted him.

"What time is it now! The people from Tuguo are attacking the saint. Instead of running away, let the saint stay in Sifang City?" Lu Qishang looked a little scary. "Your Majesty... If there is an accident, Your Majesty, do you know how big a blow it will be to the current frontier?"

"Song Xuan, can you take responsibility!"

Song Xuan was staggered by his beating, obediently bowed his head and admitted his mistake, but said: "I can control the situation."

"Can you control it? You fucking can control the ass!" Lu Qishang was obviously so angry that he hated it. "How did the Nantu people know the whereabouts of the Holy One! There must be an inner ghost among them."

"If the inner ghost is in Sifang City, you will kill the Holy Majesty this time."

Song Xuan didn't reply.

What he was afraid of in Sifang City was the inner ghost, so he had a single-line contact with the leaders of almost every line.

At that time, the first person he suspected was Mr. Fu.

Excluding Ji Yunqi and Hua Wuwu, he is the one who has the most involvement in court affairs among the many people in Sifang City.

That's why he asked Mr. Fu to wait for General Nantu alone in the official residence to delay the time.

If Fu San is the inner ghost, then the general wind control must be prepared.

But Fu San did not betray them, and Feng Chi was indeed dead.

Who is the ghost?

Song Xuan didn't want to guess: the person who betrayed them might be in Shengjing, but he had to think so.

Song Xuan pressed his forehead, and asked Lu Qishang: "Are you sure, all civil and military officials don't know about me going to Sifang City with the Holy One?"

Lu Qishang shook his head: "I just said that His Majesty suddenly fell ill and was bedridden."

To Ji Yunxi, who was always weak, this reason was not abrupt, and it could even be said to be reasonable.

"The inside story is only known to those who often go to the Zhaxing Pavilion. The Wen brothers and sisters are still short, and I have never warded them off."

As he said that, he himself hesitated: "It stands to reason that no one else would know about it, but if someone guessed it, or bribed the palace man, it's not impossible..."

Obviously, he is also unwilling to doubt his own people.

Song Xuan stared at Lu Qishang for a while, then pursed his lips: "Give me your hand."

Lu Qishang vaguely understood that there was something strange about him, so he didn't ask, and let Dr. Song Xuan grab his wrist as if feeling his pulse.

"Again, what's going on these days."

Lu Qishang recounted them one by one.

Song Xuan let go of his hand.

Lu Qishang did not lie.

"You don't need to say anything about the inner ghost. As for the news of the attack on the Holy Majesty in Sifang City, wait for two months." Song Xuan's eyes were dark, as if black clouds were pressing down on the city, and the mountain rain was about to come, giving people With an inexplicable sense of deterrence.

"Where's His Majesty?"

"Needless to say," Song Xuan didn't hesitate at all. "He has been exhausted these days, and he has to deal with political affairs when he comes back. He shouldn't be bothered by this matter."

Lu Qishang hesitated at first, but seeing Song Xuan's irresistible expression, he nodded involuntarily: "I see."

He clearly came to teach him a lesson, but he was arranged instead.

This national teacher seems to be getting more and more awe-inspiring and majestic.

After a few days, several batches of armaments developed by Fang Qiutang finally came out, and everyone was invited to watch them, including Zhu Yang, Jue Yuan, and Ji Ni.

He didn't feel guilty about taking up everyone's time: "This is a major event that can be recorded in the annals of history. It will affect future generations. It should be a blessing for you to see for the first time—"

Song Xuan remained skeptical about this statement.

But the exercise that day was indeed huge, and Song Xuan and Ji Ni were already tired of seeing what Fang Qiutang produced, but for Lu Qishang and others, it was indeed like a miracle, which made them all stunned and shocked.

Fang Qiutang's nose was going up to the sky, and he put his elbow on Song Xuan's shoulder, and snorted through his nose: "How is it? If I had brought these things out earlier, shouldn't your position as a national teacher be given up?" Give it to my brother?"

In exchange for that, Ji Yunxi's half-smile: "What did you say?"

When Fang Qiutang was not drinking, he still didn't have the guts to show off the sky. When he saw Ji Yunxi, he couldn't help but shudder: "Hey, I didn't say anything, that... or, let's all go down and try, let's try."

Song Xuan gave him a elbow with a smile: "The rudder depends on the wind."

Fang Qiutang bared her teeth and muttered in a low voice: "The feudal era killed people."

"What did you say again?" Song Xuan was already used to his strange words.

"I didn't say anything," Fang Qiutang grinned. "But I have to tell you, Miss Xiangrong learns these things very quickly."

Song Xuan looked over, sure enough, other people were installing gunpowder with the help of soldiers, and Hua Wuxian was already proficient in using firecrackers.

"That's good, she has to take these to southern Xinjiang in two days."

"This is too urgent..." Fang Qiutang frowned. "It's not long since I was driven out."

Song Xuan was also a little helpless: "Nanjiang can't afford to wait."

Nantu has always favored martial arts, with strong soldiers and brave generals, and now there is General Lao Shizi Cangye, who is said to be extremely brave and unparalleled in strategy.

Nantu gave him a title, which translates to "Tianci", which can be said to be Nantu's supreme honor.

Even though Ji Yunqi rushed there, Song Xuan always felt uneasy.

Fang Qiutang's expression became a little complicated: "How about..."

"I'll go too."

Song Xuan was taken aback: "What are you going to do?"

Fang Qiutang's expression was also quite hesitant: "In order to speed up the speed, I gave the blueprints for these things, and watched them make them on the assembly line. Each person made a part, and then assembled."

"In this way, there are not many craftsmen who understand the principle. Even if they understand, they only understand one or two things. For some precision ones, or those involving explosives, there will inevitably be omissions." Fang Qiutang said hesitantly. "I originally thought that it would be too late to drive it out and teach it, but now... this thing is on the battlefield, and if something goes wrong, no one will fix it. Isn't that a bad thing?"

"Continue to make up," Song Xuan actually knew in his heart that Fang Qiutang was hoping to get a sum of money from the court with this technological gadget, so he deliberately hid his secrets.

Who knew that the war was so fast that he didn't even have time to train craftsmen.

Song Xuan couldn't help knocking on him: "Boss Fang, just pick it—"

On the contrary, Fang Qiutang became more confident: "I, Fang Qiutang, made money with my skills, so why can't I pick it up!"

While Song Xuanzheng was speechless, he suddenly heard a commotion.

"Escort—!"

What he had been waiting for finally came.