Yu Jun

Wu Jin ignored Yin Nan - she didn't listen to him and couldn't understand him.

"Yin Bei."

"My subordinate is here." Yin Bei stood up quickly.

"The bodyguards inside and outside the Mo Mansion have a bodyguard and military division, which is directly under General Mo. They are divided into squads. You serve as the capital commander and replenish the military status. You select two squads of deputy commanders and commanders. They report to General Mo. Any increase or decrease in guards is done by Mo. The general personally checks the situation and is not allowed to make any arbitrary decisions."

"Yes!" Yin Bei raised his voice, but before he sat down, Yin Nan rolled his eyes.

He didn't take it seriously, thinking about when he could see Xiao Dou and show off his great uncle-in-law's prestige.

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Taishan: "Uncle Cheng."

Cheng Taishan quickly stood up, cupped his hands and said, "I don't dare to take it seriously. Just call me by my name."

He doesn't pretend to be big - all the past seniority issues can be thrown away.

After hearing this "uncle", other state officials looked even more highly at Cheng Taishan.

Wu Jin smiled and said, "Please change to the west side."

Cheng Taishan was stunned when he saw Nomad Qing and the other two people quickly getting up and moving back to make way for a seat. The servant guarding the door entered the room, changed the position of the tea, and at the same time replaced the tea that had cooled down.

Cheng Taishan stood over and said, "You really have a keen eye for recognizing heroes. I am indeed both civil and military."

Wu Jin nodded: "There are so many things in the army. We should have set up twelve rooms to handle matters separately. However, we are short of manpower and the affairs are not so complicated. We will first set up the Chongzheng Yuan of the West Prefecture. You will be the envoy of Chongzheng and set up troops." There are three rooms: the registration room, the official room, and the cardinal room. The former official officer Cao of the Yamen of Kuanzhou Prefecture is the deputy envoy of the official room, the former military official Cao of the prefecture is the deputy envoy of the military registration room, and the former salt and iron envoy of the warehouse division is the deputy envoy of the branch. You call."

When Cheng Taishan reaches middle age, he can still reach the sky in one step. He grins from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears and will not be able to take it back for a while.

Wu Jin added: "Cheng Chongzheng sent General Zuo to handle military affairs and pay secret orders. It's hard work."

He took out half a piece of military talisman from his sleeve pocket, stood up and stepped forward, solemnly handing it to Cheng Taishan.

In this way, Nomad Qing has troops but no power, and Cheng Taishan has power but no troops, so he can use them as he wishes.

The bronze talisman was cold. Cheng Taishan took a deep breath, took it in his hand, and treasured it in his arms: "Cheng is lucky, not to mention hard work."

Wu Jin asked him to sit down, but he did not sit down. He stood in front of the grand master's chair in the middle and looked at Wenzhou officials to the east.

"Wu is not talented and has a shy face in power. The former magistrate's office was changed to Zhongshuyuan. Huang Yunshu was invited to be the envoy to handle the Changping case, the food department case, and the money and silk case in the three states. Qi Wenbing, the prefecture school, was the deputy envoy. The former transfer department was appointed as the envoy. If you have tea and salt available, you can enhance the flavor."

Huang Yunshu had a strange look on his face. He was happy at first, and then deeply worried - what Wu Jin said was true, the affairs of the three states could not be ignored, but it was not known how long the results of the war would be preserved, and his high-ranking official was not as secure as the previous state officials.

If the city is destroyed, how should they survive?

Now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to obey.

Wu Jin saw through what he was thinking and smiled again: "General Mo can shake hundreds of cities and lift up three states, and the sky will be filled with purple energy. And if a strong man is not dead, he will be famous soon, so why should Huang Duzhi be worried?" "

Huang Yun's book was silent and he took the order and sat down.

Wu Jin then made detailed arrangements for other state officials and state affairs. Hou Fuzhong was unable to come due to illness, so he still took care of Kuanzhou affairs.

After that, he remained silent for a moment, walked back to the first seat on the east side and sat down, picked up the tea cup, and drank tea slowly, giving the state official time to calm down the storm in his heart.

While drinking tea, he looked at the Grand Master's chair in the middle of the room. The chair was angular, imposing, majestic, and empty, but it seemed like a pair of cold eyes were staring at them all, sending chills down the spine. This house, the expensive furnishings, tables and chairs in the house will remind people of Mo Qianlan - noble, cold, without a trace of emotion, looking at people like looking at ants, opening a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing the lives of countless people , just for this road.

The rain is pouring down, hitting the house and the heart. The moisture is mixed with the smell of charcoal fire and incense, blending into a reassuring smell.

Everyone's faces gradually became calmer. Huang Yunshu accompanied him and asked carefully: "Now that there are few things, we can still deal with these people. But what will we do if there are many things in the future?"

"Three States Academy is full of talented people, so we can catch them all." Wu Jin put down the tea cup and stood up again, "The trivial matters have been settled, it's time to talk about the big things."

Everyone looked serious.

Wu Jin folded his hands in his sleeves: "The fate of the Jokhang nation has weakened, the Ziwei Emperor's star has dimmed, disputes are everywhere, the people have no masters, and the gods respect them. General Mo is the master of the Zhongtian Emperor, and will be on April 26 this year. , set up an altar and set up rituals in Fufeng Mountain, and announced to the emperor and the goddess that he would be named Daqi in the world, Yongchang in the country, Kunsheng in the year, and Yonglan in the honorific title."

After saying that, he bowed his hands deeply and said: "The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, but it depends on everyone working together to create a great cause."

When everyone saw that he had no arrogance and was always polite and courteous, they could not help but admire him and stood up to return the courtesy.

Cheng Taishan said: "Fufeng Mountain is twenty miles outside Wangzhou City. It is the remnant of the watershed. It is also close to Pingzhou and there are troops stationed in ***zhou. We will arrive very soon after hearing the news. There may be danger."

Wu Jin nodded: "I also have this concern, but we can't make do with this important matter of worshiping heaven. Only Fufeng Mountain is suitable, so just be more careful."

Fufeng Mountain is recorded in ancient books as the place where Fengxiang is located.

No more details were given. After everyone left, Wu Jin also walked out of the front hall and walked back from the corridor to the second hall.

Mo Lingfeng sat in front of the table in the second hall. There was a map on the table with a few smears on it. The pen was resting on the Beacon Hill. She leaned on the back of the chair and put her arms on the armrests of the chair, looking at He hung down and looked at the crane cloak placed on his knees.

She finally made it this far.

The road ahead was dangerous and full of thorns. She had to go through it one by one. Needless to say, the road ahead was not smooth either. It was a mountain of swords and a forest of swords. She was not allowed to make any mistakes, so she had to think carefully.

The trip to Fufeng Mountain is a sacrifice to heaven, a warning to the world, and a plan.

Today, the state officials gathered in Mo Mansion, and the spies in the city will definitely send the news to Kyoto. After checking the map, Kyoto will know that Fufeng Mountain is the place for worshiping heaven, and even if it does not know the specific time, it will send troops in advance.

The Zhao State army will gather outside Fufeng Mountain and outside Pingzhou. As expected, only a few soldiers and horses are present.

It only takes three thousand soldiers and horses to surround the south, north and east gates of Pingzhou.

Wei Gang, the magistrate of Pingzhou, was thirty-nine years old. His ancestral home was Kyoto. He moved to Pingzhou due to illness. He had never served as a military commander and was a completely sick and weak scholar.

She mobilized her troops in her mind, her hands involuntarily twirling the crane cloak, twirling and twirling. She suddenly forgot about attacking the city and plundering the land, and thought about how happy she would be if Mo Qianlan was here now that she had come to this day.

But Mo Qianlan was gone.

Without Mo Qianlan's great cause of the country, even if it lasts for thousands of years, there will be limited joy.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and she raised her head: "Come in."

The candlelight illuminated her face in an instant, her eyes were narrow and flying, and the firelight was dazzling. She narrowed her eyes and blinked a big tear, and the coldness slid down her cheek quickly.

She stretched out her hand to rub the corner of her eyes, her nose quivered, and breathed back the trembling breath in her nose. She picked up the lampshade to cover the candle, walked out of the compartment, and looked at Wu Jin: "I'm waiting for you." (End of Chapter)