From the beginning of celebrating more than one year, the sun shines on the sky

Chapter 130 [Walking Carrion]

"Sun Island? Why haven't you heard of this country before?" Minister of War was the first to express his doubts.

The distribution of the locations of all forces in the world will naturally be recorded in the Ministry of War and divided by simple map drawing.

It was the first time he had heard of the strange country of Sun Island.

Since it claims to be the emperor, it should at least be a big country.

Everyone cast curious and puzzled glances at Emperor Qing, as if they were waiting for the Ninth Five-Year Lord to popularize this unknown field for a few people.

Emperor Qing looked at the ignorant little eyes of several people and was quite helpless, so he could only briefly explain the whole story.

Sun Island is a small isolated island on the sea, about the same size as the 72 islands in the Raksha Temple.

However, because Sun Island is located in the ocean basin, it is far away from the Qing Kingdom, so it has not established much contact with the West in these years, but has more travels with the West.

Emperor Qing also knew very little about this country, only that the people who knew this country seemed to be very open-minded.

In terms of national power, Sun Island should be far behind Qing.

This time, Luoshadian led a 30 ocean fleet to the south, and it was almost certain to win Sun Island.

What His Majesty the Emperor meant was that he asked the Qing Kingdom to send troops to attack the Raksha Temple, encircle Wei and rescue Zhao.

For this reason, he is willing to send his daughter to marry him to show his sincerity.

After learning the cause and effect of the incident, several Shangshu adults looked at each other and remained silent.

Once it comes to such a pivotal event as starting a war, you still can't easily express your position.

Moreover, once the Qing Kingdom started a war with the Raksha Temple, Northern Qi would definitely not sit idly by.

"Your Majesty, I don't know what the princess of Sun Island looks like, do you have a portrait?"

At this time, the atmosphere of discussing state affairs in the serious imperial study was instantly changed by this sudden sentence.

Several people heard the sound and looked at the household servant Fan Jian who was standing beside him drowsily. The words just now came from his mouth.

Although the question was simple and easy to understand, several people didn't know what he meant by the question.

"Why, Fan Shilang is planning to continue?" Guo Youzhi, Minister of Rites, asked with a backstab just right.

The so-called continuation refers to remarriage after the wife dies.In ancient times, qin and se were often used as a metaphor for couples, so the loss of a wife is called "broken string", and remarriage is "continued string".

The words of Guo Youzhi, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, obviously had some excitement that he couldn't see the fireworks, and he was obviously cursing Fan Jian's dead wife openly and secretly.

These words somewhat hit Fan Jian's sore spot, the current Liu family is indeed his successor.

However, as an old fox who has always been deeply thoughtful and unpredictable, even if he is poked at a painful spot, he will naturally not show the slightest. Instead, he smiled calmly and retorted:

"Why, Guo Shangshu seems to be in a good mood today. Could it be that the rumor that your son has become a psychopath has been confirmed?"

"you!"

Guo Youzhi, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, almost couldn't hold back when he heard the words, so he fought this bitch in this imperial study room.

Would you mind asking?

If it weren't for your son who is like a devil in the world, my son would become normal and insane, and be mistaken for a crazy appearance?

For this account, I am at odds with your Fan family!

He is already very old now, Guo Baokun, the only son, has become like this now, the resentment in his heart is naturally unspeakable.

I have the intention to eat Fanzui raw without adding chili noodles.

Looking at the endless anger in his eyes that seemed to be gushing out at any time, Fan Jian didn't care, and he still had the intention of continuing to make trouble.

He wanted to say, isn't this old boy quite capable, why don't you go home and have another one now.

Seeing that the scene was full of gunpowder and might explode out of control at any time, Emperor Qing was speechless and could only divert the attention of several people. He looked at Fan Jian and asked:
"What do you mean by that?"

Fan Jian glanced at Guo You, then looked away, straightened his clothes and said:
"Your Majesty doesn't know, Fan Zui has been wandering around the capital recently, if he sees the princess of Sun Island..."

The implication is, Your Majesty, it's not like you don't know his ambition, I have reported it to you before, right?

Hearing this, Emperor Qing immediately understood, then felt a toothache and wanted to curse.

"Your Majesty, since the Rakshasa Palace has a large army going out to conquer Sun Island, why not send troops to take down its lair in one fell swoop?

The Danzhou 30 navy led by Fan Zui is invincible and the number one navy in the world, why not send him in command to take over the 72 islands of Luocha Temple in one fell swoop.

At the same time, he can be transferred away from the capital to avoid many troubles. "

Guo Youzhi, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, saw the right time to put forward his advice in time.

After all, he took a look at Fan Jian, the Raksha Temple would not be so easy to win, and if Fan Zui failed to get out of the army at that time, he might lose his troops and generals, and he would definitely not be able to escape being held accountable after returning to the court.

"Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible. Now that the Northern Qi Dynasty is staring at us, and there are many conflicts at the border, once we send troops, I'm afraid they will take advantage of it."

Fan Jianli immediately put forward his own views and opinions, and sang against Guo Youzhi, Minister of Rites.

"Prime Minister, what do you think?"

After hearing the words, Emperor Qing thought for a while, then looked at the silent Prime Minister Lin Ruofu, and asked.

Lin Ruofu respectfully held the ceremony, and then said unhurriedly: "The opinions of Guo Shangshu and Fan Shilang each have their own merits. As for the final decision, your Majesty has to make a wise decision."

Good guy, it seems that I said it, but it seems that I didn't say anything.

Old fox!
In the end, after a moment of silence, Emperor Qing decided to wait for the mission from Sun Island to enter Beijing first.

In addition, Fan Jian was ordered to restrain Fan Zui, the incarnate demon king, and he must not be allowed to do anything out of the ordinary.

Naturally, Fan Jian accepted the order and agreed, but he thought to himself, my servant is only a second-rank general, and the official is not as big as his second-rank general who holds great power.

After everyone retreated, Emperor Qing looked at the memorial in his hand and frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sun gradually moved and then at noon, a ray of sunlight entered the main hall of the Imperial Study Room and fell on the bookshelf.

In the beam of sunlight, it seems to be able to see some dust flying around.

Ok?
Suddenly, Emperor Qing picked up the nine-turn dragon-pattern bow placed next to the dragon chair at a very fast speed, drew the bow and set the arrow, and shot immediately without aiming.

The arrow feather blew through the air after making a crisp flute in the imperial study room.

It shot out through the golden nanmu window on the right, and there was a low and muffled hum.

Hit!
Not long after, the imperial guards carried a corpse to the main hall.

The moment he saw the corpse, Eunuch Hou subconsciously covered his nose.

Standing on the dragon chair, still holding the bow and arrow, Emperor Qing looked calmly at the rotten and smelly corpse below.

Immediately, he waved his hand.

The imperial guards dragged the corpse down.

"Your Majesty, this..." Eunuch Hou hesitated to speak.

Manipulating corpses, Raksha Temple Corpse Ancestor?

A fleeting killing intent flashed in the depths of Emperor Qing's calm eyes.

Just now he was curious about who was able to escape the perception of his great master, but he didn't expect it to be a dead person.

No wonder there was no fluctuation in internal force.

(End of this chapter)