Yes, or can't?

Zu Chengxun, who had just been let go by Mo Xiaobai, clenched his fists, and seemed to have signs of breaking out again at any time.

But under Mo Xiaobai's gaze, Zu Chengxun propped up his body and stepped out of his seat, came to the open space in the lobby and hugged his fists and said: "The last general is worthy of the trust of Liaodong Erlang, and today I only ask the Minister of Jinglu to hand over this matter to the last one. ”

Hearing Zu Chengxun's voice, Song Yingchang's eyes narrowed slightly.

On the side, Tong Yangzheng couldn't help but be stunned, and the two praise paintings were even more surprised.

Zu Chengxun was beaten stupid?

I don't know who said the proposal just now?

"Have you figured it out?" Song Yingchang's salty and non-light voice drifted away, but his eyes were as sharp as knives and approached Zu Chengxun's eyebrows.

"At the end, I will correct my Liaodong Erlang's name, and I hope that the scriptures will be fair."

Seeing that Zu Chengxun nodded again, Song Yingchang slowly spoke: "Tomorrow, you will take over the logistics affairs in the fort, and Qingyuan will assist you." ”

"Yes, Jing Liugong."

Yuan Huang got up and agreed, and after glancing at Zu Chengxun and Mo Xiaobai next to him, he suddenly understood something.

If today's play hadn't been arranged a little earlier, then this fiery young admiral would definitely be a powerful character.

A slap and then a jujube is the best means for the superior of the Ming Dynasty.

However, it also aroused the only remaining bit of northland blood in Zu Chengxun, and although the logistics of this battle would be very complicated, it was easy to carry out the work.

Bright!

Yuan Huang saw Mo Xiaobai's little tricks, how could Song Yingchang, an old fox who had been in the court for decades, not see it?

He hadn't spoken before, just to see how many catties Mo Xiaobai had. Now the result is obvious, Zu Chengxun was easily provoked by Mo Xiaobai.

"It's a buildable material."

With a silent recitation in his heart, Song Yingchang waved his hand and motioned for a few people to sit back in their seats. It's just that there is such a thing at the banquet, and if you sit down, there will only be awkward chats and awkward wine, and there is no atmosphere at all.

After a while, as Zu Chengxun took the lead in saying goodbye, the banquet naturally broke up unhappily.

As the 'culprit' who messed up the banquet, Mo Xiaobai not only didn't feel inappropriate, but happily went back to sleep.

Because, he got the result he wanted.

Zu Chengxun, the deputy commander-in-chief of the Liaodong Army, has already obediently entered the set.

………

Following.

Mo Xiaobai had just woken up, and before he could wash up, he heard his attendant report from him.

The envoy who went to Uiju to negotiate returned, and he also brought the Korean envoy.

This also means that Mo Xiaobai has just rested in Zhenjiang Fort for one night, and he has to rush to Yizhou.

Although he was very depressed about this kind of fatigue, this path was chosen by Mo Xiaobai himself, and of course he had to go down on his knees.

After having breakfast in a hurry and meeting with the Korean envoys, Mo Xiaobai, together with Dumb and Shangshan Ruoshui, led his cavalry to step on the ferry and cross the river in front of the Korean king.

It didn't take long to cross the Yalu River, and after getting off the boat, Mo Xiaobai's face became more and more ugly.

"This is your official way in North Korea?"

After barely riding for 10 miles, Mo Xiaobai suddenly stopped his horse, looked at the North Korean envoy beside him, and pointed to the puddle not far away with his right hand: "Don't tell me, this potholed official road was destroyed by the Japanese after they came to Yizhou!" ”

Mo Xiaobai had a reason to lose his temper, because he had never seen such a bad flat land official road as in front of him.

If it is a mountain road, it is understandable that it is rugged and bumpy, but it is only now that the river has just been crossed, and the terrain by the river is still very flat.

How long has it been since the North Koreans trimmed it!

Not to mention that this place is also Uiju, the northwestern edge of Korea, where it is almost impossible to develop a war-torn zone.

If the road conditions in Euiju are like this, what will happen to Anju in the south?

What will happen to Pyongyang?

Facing Mo Xiaobai, who had a black face, the North Korean envoy was a little embarrassed, so he could only stubbornly say: "I will explain this matter to the king, and I will send someone to fill the road pit before the Da Ming soldiers cross the river." ”

Mo Xiaobai didn't say anything after hearing this, and directly whipped and continued to hurry.

Anyway, he didn't put his hope in the North Koreans.

Continuing to move forward, when Mo Xiaobai and his entourage had been on the road for most of the day, at least forty miles, the North Korean envoy, who had been embarrassed and silent, suddenly spoke:

"My lord, there are three miles ahead, and we will reach Yiju City."

"Hmm." Mo Xiaobai nodded, and raised his hand to signal the cavalry to slow down.

After reorganizing the team, we continued to move forward at a constant pace.

When he walked more than 1,000 meters and could already see the city clearly, he unexpectedly found that there were people standing outside the city.

The person at the head is wearing an extremely dazzling royal robe.

"Interesting."

Facing the Korean monarchs and ministers who stopped to greet him outside the city, an inexplicable smile flashed on Mo Xiaobai's face: "Other dignified kings of a country have come out to pick us up." Let's give him some face too, and let's get off the horse. ”

"Holo." Shangshan Ruoshui nodded immediately, followed behind Mo Xiaobai, and then turned over and jumped off the horse.

Everyone dismounted and walked and followed Mo Xiaobai to the front of the Korean monarch.

Looking at Li Hao, the king of North Korea three steps away, the corners of Mo Xiaobai's mouth flashed with a hint of mockery, and gave him a military salute: "Admiral Daming, I have seen the king." ”

As Mo Xiaobai spoke, Shangshan Ruoshui and the cavalry behind him also hugged their fists:

"I'll see the king later."

"The Admiral doesn't need to be polite, he doesn't need to be polite." Seeing that the commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty could salute him, a smile also appeared on the face of the king of Joseon.

You must know that not long ago, Zu Chengxun, who came back from defeat, didn't give him any face.

is still the admiral in front of him, no wonder he can become a great official of the Heavenly Empire at such a young age!

Thinking like this, Li Hao took two steps forward and grabbed Mo Xiaobai's arm, with a look of 'I know you very well', and said: "I look forward to the Admiral, it can be said that I have been looking forward to Ganlin for a long time, come and come, come and enter the city with me." ”

Mo Xiaobai knew why Li Hao was so enthusiastic, it was nothing more than wanting to send troops as soon as possible, so after pulling out his arm without a trace, he immediately changed his facial paralysis and walked into the city without saying a word.

At this time, the city of Uiju was very lively.

First, there are a lot of North Koreans who fled north with Li Hao, and secondly, because there are many players from the DPRK and South Korea who have come here.

Mo Xiaobai walked into Li Hao's temporary palace almost under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

As soon as he entered the palace, Li Hao did not take Mo Xiaobai to discuss the matter, but brought him into the restaurant. Watching a brightly dressed North Korean woman bring the prepared tableware and delicacies to the table, Mo Xiaobai couldn't help but shake his head.

The soldiers are half dead in front of the army, and the beauties are still singing and dancing!

Come on!

Anyway, this is the king of the North Koreans, and he has nothing to do with his own half a dime.

Some eat, some drink.

Why not?

As if to show his importance to the Celestial Empire, Li Hao placed Mo Xiaobai's seat beside him.

As soon as he sat down, he kept persuading him to drink and say good things, but he didn't say a word about the war.

Mo Xiaobai also pretended to be indifferent, and pushed the cup and changed the lamp for a while, and the fatigue on his body dissipated a lot.

After three rounds of drinking, a fat man named Jin Mingyuan came to Mo Xiaobai with a wine cup and a smile.