diskusbooks Chapter 142 I don’t want to attend this crappy class for even a single day!
Chapter 142 I don’t want to attend this crappy class for even a single day!
Qi Nian immediately knocked Wen Chu back with an elbow, turned around and kicked Wen Chu in the face. A huge footprint instantly appeared on Wen Chu's face, and blood from his nose dripped to the ground.
Feng Jiuqing: ...This leg can be stretched higher than a human, and has quite good flexibility.
Qi Nian's tail seemed to be raised to the sky. He clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at Wen Chu proudly.
"Wen Dasha! Humph, you are asking for trouble!"
Wen Chu was also angry. He shouldn't have saved this Qi Lihua! He was repaying kindness with hatred! He didn't know what was good for him!
"Qi Lihua!"
Feng Jiuqing looked at the two of them helplessly. Couldn't they just be quiet for a while?
They fight as soon as they meet. Is it because they haven’t finished the fight in their previous life?
"Alright! Apologize to each other, and get down to business. Or you can go out and have a fight and come back afterward, ok?"
"Marshal!" Qi Nian looked at Feng Jiuqing aggrievedly, then reluctantly bowed to Wen Chu: "Sorry!"
Wen Chu snorted, took a deep breath, and thought to himself: Don't bother with a tabby cat.
"Feel sorry."
Feng Jiuqing looked at the two people in front of him who were glaring at each other and sighed silently in his heart. It has been several years now, isn't there a time when distance creates beauty?
Feng Jiuqing brought the topic back to the main business: "Qi Nian, has there been any unusual movement in Beirong recently?"
Qi Nian looked at Feng Jiuqing with sparkling eyes, as if asking for praise: "No, he only attacked once at the end of last year. I led my men to chase him for dozens of miles and beat him to a pulp!"
Feng Jiuqing praised politely: "Very good, you are worthy of being the Great General of the Northern Territory, you have both standard and style."
Qi Nian raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wen Chu, his thoughts written all over his face: See, the marshal praised me!
Wen Chu rolled his eyes: Sorry, I'm blind.
Qi Nian got angry: You are just jealous of me.
Feng Jiuqing held his forehead and said, "Here we go again. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking just because you don't say anything."
Feng Jiuqing coughed lightly, and Wen Chu and Qi Nian looked at him at the same time.
"If the Northern Rong do not make any unusual moves, leave 100,000 men to guard the northern border, and the rest will go to the capital with me. I will do what I did four years ago again."
Qi Nian's eyes brightened: "Marshal, have you finally figured out that you want to be the emperor? I support you wholeheartedly! Our Marshal is the best in the world!"
Wen Chu rarely refuted and just looked at Feng Jiuqing steadily. It was obvious that he thought the same as Qi Nian.
"Dai Viet will be in chaos, and I will bring peace to the world."
Feng Jiuqing said it lightly. If he had not accepted the system's mission to ensure the stability of Daiyue for ten years, he would not have bothered with such trivial matters as who would be the emperor.
The reason why he had occasionally intervened in state affairs in the past was simply because he liked Mo Ling and wanted to help him. But Mo Ling didn't seem to think so. He supported Mo Ling step by step, taught Mo Ling, and even gave his whole heart to Mo Ling.
But Mo Ling didn't seem to value his sincerity, which broke his heart and left him scarred, and he even shot him to death in the river.
Since his true heart had been trampled upon like this, he would take back this broken heart and seal it forever.
He may not be Ming Qing, but he must be Feng Jiuqing!
"Wow, Marshal, have you thought of a reign title? Let me think about it." Qi Nian looked at Feng Jiuqing excitedly.
Stop thinking about it! You're thinking too far ahead! He never thought about being a lousy emperor, living a life where he had to worry about whether someone would snatch the lousy chair under his butt when he went to sleep. Forget it.
Feng·Centenarian·Jiuqing just wants to give up.
Feng Jiuqing propped up his head and said calmly, "I have never thought of becoming an emperor. Is it because the barbecue in the North is not delicious enough or the horses in the North are not fast enough that you have to trade your freedom for that broken chair!"
"what?"
Qi Nian grabbed his head, full of questions: "Since the Marshal doesn't want to be the emperor, why does he care about the mess in the capital? Anyway, even if Dai Viet is really in chaos, our 24 cities in the northern border will not be affected in the slightest."
Do you think I really want to care? Do you think I have nothing better to do? If it weren't for those few points, who would be willing to go to Beijing in such a hot day!
Feng Jiuqing relied on the fact that they couldn't see him because he was wearing a mask, and rolled his eyes. He didn't want to work a single day in this crappy class! He had already retired, but he was forced to return to work by those idiots. He was also very irritable, okay?
Feng Jiuqing began to deceive in a serious manner: "You know that if one move affects the whole body, if there is chaos in other places, the northern border is bitterly cold, and the grain production is not enough for the northern border soldiers and civilians to eat, so we must buy grain from outside."
"Once there is war, the price of food will definitely increase several times. The North is already poor, and usually has to rely on my private treasury for subsidies. In times of war, five times the silver will be needed to buy a portion of food. Even if I empty my private treasury, it will not be enough for the soldiers and civilians in the North to eat. Do you still think it has no impact?"
Qi Nian said in a depressed mood: "It seems so."
"Besides, do you remember why we are guarding the North? It is to protect the people behind us so that they can live and work in peace. If they are still displaced under our protection, then what are we guarding here, despite the scorching heat and cold? To move ourselves?"
This statement is not an empty talk. Feng Jiuqing may be in a bad mood, but he cannot just watch the people suffer while he lives in peace in a corner, especially when he has the ability to stop it from happening.
Although he didn't want to return to work, his resentment was only directed at those bastards who caused trouble and had nothing to do with the common people.
"The Marshal has a broad mind. Wen Chu swears to follow the Marshal till death!"
Qi Nian looked at Wen Chu in surprise, and said unyieldingly: "Qi Nian will follow the Marshal even if he dies!"
Feng Jiuqing: ...
It's not like he's holding a rally, so there's no need to do this.
"Okay! Qi Nian will immediately recruit soldiers. Wen Chu is seriously injured and has not recovered yet, so he will stay in the northern border for the time being."
"Yes!" Qi Nian looked at Wen Chu provocatively, and Feng Jiuqing couldn't bear to look at him with such pride.
Wen Chu hesitated for a moment, not even bothering to look at Qi Nian, and clasped his fists and said, "Yes!"
The news of King Han's ascension to the throne spread throughout Dai Viet, and the princes of various places were all ready to make a move. Their troops were not as numerous as King Han's, but if King Han could force his way to the throne, why couldn't they?
If one vassal king does not have enough troops, then why not unite several vassal kings? If that doesn't work, go to the capital and you can always get a piece of the pie. So several vassal kings rushed to the capital under the pretext of congratulating the King of Han on his ascension to the capital.
There are also some princes who do not intend to be the first to take action. They are prepared to wait and see what will happen to this group of people who take action before making any plans.
"Useless! I have already issued an edict to intercept those vassal kings with ulterior motives along the way. Are all these garrisoned generals vegetarians?"
The Mo Cang inkstone was thrown directly onto the head of the minister below, causing his head to be broken and bleeding.
"Your Majesty, calm down!"
"Calm down? Those vassal kings are all coming to the capital, how can I calm down?"
King Han himself was a vassal king who came to the capital to force his way to the throne, so he was naturally afraid of other vassal kings following his path. He only had 100,000 men in the capital, and a large part of them were newly recruited soldiers. There were only about 60,000 veterans who could actually go to the battlefield. The number of 100,000 was just for bluffing.
He only left 20,000 men garrisoning in his fiefdom, and almost half of them were new recruits. The combined forces of those vassal kings were much greater than his. It would be strange if he was not panicked!