One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 83
The two venerables of the Tang Kingdom, Zhang Songhe, the State Teacher, and Liu Biao, the Duke of Li, got the news and rushed to the big tent of the military camp to discuss matters with Li Yong.

From far away, the sound of hysterical cursing can be heard.

Zhang Songhe was wearing a dark red robe embroidered with clouds, with a solemn face. Hearing this voice, he couldn't help frowning slightly:

"Li Yong has been hit hard this time."

Liu Biao said angrily, "Hmph, then Song Yun is really a disaster. The old man had kindly recruited him before, but he killed my closed disciple backhandedly, and now he has done such a treacherous thing!"

"If I knew this earlier, I should have gone to Anxi and killed him!"

Zhang Songhe sighed: "It's useless to say these things now, who knew this kid could be so troublesome."

The two walked into the big tent while talking, and a strong smell of aromatherapy and herbs came to their nostrils.

A slightly fat man in his sixties was lying on the brocade bed, his face was withered and sallow, and his spirit was listless. Now he was getting angry again, which made his complexion even worse.

Zhang Songhe took out a talisman and slapped it beside the bed, exhorting:
"Your Majesty, your mind and soul are damaged now, and your mind is full of demons. You must get rid of distracting thoughts and stop getting angry."

"This king knows." Li Yong snorted, "You guys are here to discuss how to deal with Song Yun, that rebellious minister and thief?"

Zhang Songhe: "Exactly, the power of luck has been declining rapidly in the past few days, and Song Yun has taken away too much! The Xuandi Seal must have fallen into his hands."

Liu Biao also said anxiously: "We are already injured, if we lose the blessing of luck, we will not be able to fight this battle!"

Li Yong looked at the two suspiciously, "The two of you sing together, do you already have an idea?"

"That's right, the inside must be settled before fighting against the outside world, and we are going to deal with Song Yun first!"

Zhang Songhe and Liu Biao looked at each other and explained slowly:
"The situation here in Gyeonggi is about to be a scuffle among countries, and no one can win in a short time."

"It doesn't make much sense for us to stay here, but it is getting more and more dangerous."

"It's better to go to the northwest first, kill Song Yun, unify the forces of Shuofang, Hexi, and Longyou, and then expand the army and prepare for war."

"When Chang'an is almost done fighting, we will come back to clean up the mess and wipe out all the invaders. The Great Tang will still be our Great Tang!"

"This—" Li Yong hesitated.

Retreating to the northwest means giving up a large number of areas controlled by the imperial court, and also completely abandoning the capital Chang'an.

As a result, the central court survived in name only, and the royal family was left alone.

Zhang Songhe and Liu Biao don't matter, but the infamy of subjugation has to be borne by the monarch, and the cause and effect must also be borne by the monarch.

Li Yong was naturally reluctant, he hesitated for a while, but never nodded.

Zhang Songhe's face was slightly cold, and he said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty, on the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly. Jing Jun may come over at any time, so there is no delay!"

Li Guogong Liu Biao also said: "Your Majesty's mind and soul are damaged, so let's rest in peace and recuperate. I will take care of these mundane affairs."

"You guys——" Li Yong was startled, and stared at the two for a while, his expression changing.

The three people in the tent are all Zhen Guozun, two against one, Li Yong was seriously injured again, and undoubtedly lost his decision-making power.

After a long time, Li Yongcai said sullenly:
"Okay, you guys deal with it, I'm going to rest."

Liu Biao and Zhang Songhe smiled slightly, "Your Majesty is wise!"

When the two of them left the big tent, Li Yong lay sideways on the bed, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, covering his ferocious face with the quilt, gnashing his teeth and saying:

"Rebellious officials and thieves are all rebellious officials and thieves!"

……

In Anxi City, everything was busy.

Two Beiting veterans commanded a thousand soldiers to carry carts of bricks, tiles and wood to build the Enthronement Hall.

Li Tianyang and Gao Hanqing counted the accounts and allocated supplies.

Song Yun didn't care about these things.

He has been staying in the hut in the cemetery, practicing the skills that he traded.

Before the enthronement ceremony, if he cultivated to the peak of the master, his combat power could be raised to a higher level.

Now more and more Tang people know Li Tianyang, know that Anxi wants to restore the orthodoxy of the Tang Dynasty, and people's aspirations, the luck value that had gradually declined before began to increase again.

In this way, when the enthronement ceremony is held, he is expected to gain a combat power that surpasses that of Wu Sheng in the early stage!

Coupled with the several major talents of [Town City Warrior], it is enough to deal with various situations.

This enthronement ceremony cannot be smooth sailing - Song Yun is very clear about this.

A "newcomer" with no background who wants to support his own power early will inevitably lead to suppression from all sides.

But the solution is simple.

He will kill anyone who dares to suppress them!
Showing a strong enough combat power can hold the scene and the country.

Song Yun didn't care whether Li Yong would come to take revenge.

Anyway, sooner or later he will help the Beiting Army seek justice.If the gang of Li Yong and Zhang Songhe didn't die in the hands of Jing Jun, then they would kill them by themselves.

At this time, the invitation had just been sent out for a few days, and the forces of all parties did not respond much, and they were still focused on the war to carve up the Tang Kingdom.

The Jiedu envoys in the northwest of the Tang Kingdom were so shocked that they couldn't sit still and sent people to inquire about the situation.

Especially on Shuofang Road, Zhang Xianke came in person, clutching the call to action and the invitation card, broke through the obstruction of two old soldiers, and came to the cemetery angrily.

"Song Yun! What do you mean!"

With a creak, the door opened.

Song Yun was dressed in a white gown of Gebu, stepped out unhurriedly, and said with a smile:
"What do I mean, the call to action and the invitation should be very clear - restore the orthodoxy of the Tang Dynasty, liquidate Li Yong and other rebels! This is a matter of course, why is Master Zhang angry?"

Zhang Xianke stared and said: "What you want to do is your business, why did you drag me into the water?"

"Why did you say that?" Song Yun raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Hmph, you sold me so much military supplies and distributed them a while ago, and now everyone in the northwest knows that I'm making a deal with you!"

"There are still a thousand soldiers!" Zhang Xianke pointed to the busy construction site outside, "You borrowed it without explaining the reason, but you actually used it to do this kind of thing, what do other people think when they see it?"

Song Yun laughed.

"The transaction is just what they need. As for what I did in Anxi, it has nothing to do with Shuofang. Master Zhang can rest assured."

"Of course, it would be even better if Mr. Zhang is willing to seek refuge with Anxi. Let's put aside our past suspicions and cooperate sincerely to create a better tomorrow for Datang."

Zhang Xianke's face sank, "I've helped you so much, but you kid still tricked me?"

Song Yun looked at him calmly, his smile gradually subsided, and said lightly:

"When Li Yong launched a rebellion, Jiedu envoys from all over the country basically participated in it. I will not pursue what you have done."

"Jing Jun attacked Anxi on a large scale for the first time, and you didn't have any reminders from the three Northwest Dao. I once said that I will ask you to settle this account. I don't know if your subordinates have passed it on."

"Later, the remnants of Beiting fled to Shuofang. If you were really willing to help, the old soldiers wouldn't die so many."

"As for other things, they are all mutually beneficial, and I never owe you anything. What's there to say?"

"Now that I'm restoring orthodoxy in Anxi, the position of the Northwest Third Road is crucial. I can't let Li Yong easily recruit you."

Zhang Xianke was silent for a while, then slowly stretched out his hands, and pulled out two extraordinary-looking golden chiseled short spears from behind.

"I am the pinnacle of the master, and with the blessing of a small amount of luck from Shuofang Dao, I can barely survive under the hands of the Martial Saint."

"Even so, I never dared to become a king on my own. No matter how strong the master is, he is still not as good as a martial saint."

"I'd like to see, you brat, where do you have the confidence to dare to do what a martial saint can do!"

(End of this chapter)