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Chapter 925

"Brother Zhongxiong, Hugh is talking nonsense, we are the courtiers of the Tang Dynasty, how can we grovel to the rebellious ministers and thieves who offended my Datang Tianwei?!" Zhang Jiuling raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but shout with some displeasure.

"Then in that case, why do you seem to be very emotional about Her Royal Highness the Princess, the bloodline of the Son of Heaven, becoming Her Majesty the Empress?" Ximen Zhongxiong rolled his eyes and asked rhetorically, not to be outdone.

These words directly made Old General Duan and the others, who were still about to open their mouths to defend themselves, roll their eyes.

"Brother Zhongxiong, what you said is over, we are important ministers of the court, and we naturally have to be cautious about matters involving the capital of the Tang Dynasty. Her Royal Highness Princess Zhaoyang is a heroine, who has made countless contributions to the Tang Dynasty, and has a great reputation, stationed in the border for several years, so that Yunzhou Ningjing, Qihu does not dare to invade Yunzhou in the south, how can we not know? However, can a general who governs the army rigorously and has great achievements be the son of the Tang Dynasty? ”

"What do you mean by daring to ask the old general......" Ximen Zhongxiong heard the words of the old general Duan, and after a little hesitation, he raised his head and asked.

Duan Guixiong took a deep breath, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, indeed, as a courtier, there was no way to evaluate the emperor's position too much, but it was really strange to let a little girl become the emperor.

However, since his son-in-law is unwilling to do it, and like King Xu Li Da, he is indeed not the best candidate for the Son of Heaven. Speaking of which, whether this Princess Zhaoyang is temperament or character, she has become Her Majesty the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, and there is really no one who can say anything from these aspects.

In the end, Duan Guixiong, the old general, said slowly: "If you want the people of the world and the thousands of subjects of the Tang Dynasty to admit it, then please ask Her Royal Highness the Princess to enthrone the ......throne in the palace hall of the Tang Imperial Capital after killing the Cao thief."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jiuling couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on Old General Duan's body. Duan Guixiong continued as if he didn't seem to react. "Until then, the old man will continue to maintain the peace of the Jingshi, and will not let the Cao thief enter the Jingshi for half a step."

"The Jingshi has hundreds of thousands of armor, but now he can only sit in the city of sorrow?" Ximen Zhongxiong took a deep breath and looked at Old General Duan with a frank gaze.

"The land of the capital is the foundation of the country, if there is a loss, who will bear this responsibility?" Old General Duan sighed helplessly and sat back. "And today the son fell into the hands of thieves, although we tried our best to block the news, but how long can this news be blocked? At that time, hundreds of thousands of elite divisions may be hundreds of thousands of unstable factors......"

Zhang Jiuling narrowed his eyes, and after pondering for a long time, he said slowly: "In this case, then Zhang also asked the old general to send an elite division north to meet Her Royal Highness the princess, as well as to protect Her Royal Highness the King of Jin, and send another partial division south into the south of the Yangtze River." ”

Old General Duan's eyes suddenly opened, looking at Zhang Jiuling, who had a calm face, and then spoke slowly after a long time. "What is the purpose of Zhang Shangshu's move?"

Zhang Jiuling glanced at the people in the hall, cleared his throat, and calmly analyzed the stakes. "Old General Mingjian, now, among the sixteen guards of the Beijing Division, only Zuo Yu Linwei is in the border of Yunzhou in the north, and now the civil strife in the country will make the places around my Tang Dynasty peep into the Central Plains. Since the old general just said that Her Royal Highness the princess should go south to kill the thieves, punish the traitors, and show the prestige of my Tang Dynasty, since this is the case, Her Royal Highness the princess goes south, then Yunzhou must be empty, if Qihu sees that there is an opportunity, it will be difficult to ......"

"At that time, will Her Royal Highness the princess wave his army north to fight against foreign enemies? Or continue south to deal with civil strife? ”

As soon as these words came out, Old General Duan, who originally had a displeased face, couldn't help but stiffen his face, and even Cai Youxun nodded thoughtfully. Although he is a supporter of His Royal Highness King Xu, it does not mean that he is a villain who only disregards the general trend of the world for personal gain.

"As for the division that is going south, I think there must be no problem with controlling this army with the respect of the master of dreams, so as to pacify the overall situation in the south of the Yangtze River and protect the safety of your highnesses, right?" Ximen Zhongxiong also quickly understood what Zhang Jiuling meant.

Old General Duan couldn't help but fall into a deep groan, indeed, Zhang Jiuling's proposal was definitely both reasonable and reasonable, and he really had no way to refuse his request, the important thing was that although Old General Duan was a little uncomfortable Li Youwen, the princess, became the empress of the Tang Dynasty, it was better than letting the Tang Empire fall apart.

Seeing that Old General Duan stroked his beard for a long time without saying a word, Zhang Jiuling sighed lightly and said slowly. "In the past ten years since His Majesty ascended the throne, the Tang Dynasty has suffered frequent internal and external troubles, or resisted foreign enemies, or pacified civil strife, the people have no peace, and the soldiers are difficult to sleep......

"It has been more than ten years, and today's internal and external troubles in Datang have become the introduction to the collapse of Datang at any time. I also hope that the old general will look at my Chinese people for the sake of the people......"

"That's it, you have talked about this brother, if the old man refuses to allow it again, won't he become a sinner of Datang and a sinner of Huaxia?" Old General Duan lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed.

This made Zhang Jiuling's face redden, but after all, this guy had been in the officialdom for so long, so he laughed dryly twice, and hurriedly patted Duan Lao's ass.

"Old general, since you want to send troops and horses to the south and north, you must be cautious. After all, we must first ensure the safety of millions of people in the imperial capital, and on this basis, we can send troops and horses to aid the north and the south......" Cai Youxun, as a general who has been mixed in the army all the year round, has a lot of say in this regard.

"Well, yes, this matter must be well planned to ......" Zhao Zhongxian, the secretary of the military department, also nodded in agreement.

Ximen Zhongxiong opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't speak again, he must also lead the troops to fight in the past, and he also knew that if he wanted to send troops to the north and south, this was not something that could be done with lip service, and it required multi-faceted cooperation and preparation.

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In the Hidden Dragon Temple, the abbot of the dream pinched a string of Buddhist beads, and he didn't pull one out for a long time, and his eyes looked straight at his eldest disciple Jianyin, where he read the pigeon letter he had just received.

The content of the letter is naturally about the third persuasion of Li Youwen to ascend the throne as Her Majesty the Empress, although the abbot has already guessed the ending, but he can't guess the process.

Senior Brother Jianyin was reading it, and he was also complaining frantically in his heart, he really didn't understand how this little junior brother did it, and he actually made such a big move. The important thing is that this typical ability to pick up chicken feathers as arrows is really not good.

On his side, he obviously just went to the letter to tell him that there were three princes, and His Royal Highness expressed his willingness to support Princess Zhaoyang to become the female emperor of the Tang Dynasty. As a result, the little junior brother directly shamelessly processed these things artistically. As a result, the seven princes, regardless of whether they have agreed or not, have all become loyal supporters of Her Royal Highness Princess Zhaoyang.

Now that two or three days have passed since the persuasion ceremony, the news that the Seven Kings have supported their eldest niece to become the new ruler of the Tang Dynasty must have spread.

Rao is senior brother Jianyin loves this little junior brother with a bad stomach very much, and at this moment he also has an urge to beat this girl's ass with a big stick, can't you live in peace? Is it that if you don't cause some bad things every once in a while, you will be itchy and uncomfortable.

Finally, Senior Brother Jianyin finished reading the pigeon letter, raised his head, and saw the master with a face as black as ink sweat sitting there without saying a word, only the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, revealing how surging his mood was at the moment.

"Master...... The disciple finished reading. Master Jianyin cleared his throat and said cautiously.

"I know ...... teacher" The abbot of the dream agreed very calmly, well, just calm on the surface.

After seeing that Shizun agreed to such a sentence, he continued to say nothing, and Senior Brother Jianyin had to put the pigeon letter on the desk, and then picked up the teapot and filled Shizun's teacup with tea. After sitting down all this, Senior Brother Jianyin stood aside very interestingly and said nothing.

Time passed slowly bit by bit, and I don't know how long it has been, so the abbot of the dream let out a leisurely breath of turbidity, and whispered a Buddha name: "Amitabha, Jianyin...... You say, is it right or wrong to accept Duan Shaojun as a closed disciple for the teacher? ”

The tone was serene and calm, like the calm and waveless sea before a storm. And the slightly narrowed eyes of the Dream Abbot flashed from time to time, almost as sharp as the blade of an incomparable steel knife.