Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

At the beginning of April, it is a good time for the grass to grow and the warbler to fly.

The old Shanyu finally returned to the royal court.

It is said that he was assassinated in the Kashgar tribe, but Jiang Sile didn't know the specific situation.

After all, her relationship with Wu Quji and Lao Shanyu was not so good yet.

In other words, she is not worthy of their trust now.

Wu Xian is much older. He used to have a few gray hairs, but now his head is full of them.

From Jiang Sile's point of view, this was a bit more desolate than a hero's twilight.

Since Wu Xian returned to the royal court, the usual peaceful atmosphere was also broken, and everyone became busy and nervous.

Purge the army, replenish food and grass, and the Qingyi cavalry who keep going back and forth.

All this indicates that war is coming.

The little Taoist was quite worried.

"If it's really time to start the war..." The little Taoist sighed and looked at General Li Yancheng, the only one with top military capabilities here.

Li Yancheng shook his head against the gaze of the little Taoist priest, and said slowly: "I'm not sure, Great Xia has a vast land and abundant resources... Anyway, there is still a chance to win."

In the end, Li Yancheng's voice became softer and weaker, even with a bit of melancholy.

The seated Jiang Sile nodded, whether Qing Yi is strong or not, Da Xia is strong or not has nothing to do with her.

This war has nothing to do with her.

She originally planned to sit and watch the fight, no matter which side loses, it is a good opportunity for her.

If Qingyi loses, Jiang Sile can win back Qingyi's broken hearts and recruit troops.

If Da Xia loses, she can still gather the remnants of Da Xia in the name of her Princess Da Xia.

It can be said that this battle has basically nothing to do with her.

The little Taoist didn't see it that way, he always had a heart for Daxia.

After pondering for a moment, the little Taoist said: "Why don't the princess write to His Majesty to inform the situation. Your Majesty will be grateful for the princess's kindness no matter what."

Jiang Sile hesitated, then she turned her head to Li Yancheng.

The nameless General Li nodded and said, "That's right, so Your Highness is worthy of the love of father and daughter, the kindness of the monarch and his ministers."

Seeing that both of them said so, Jiang Sile thought for a moment, then wrote a letter.

Take the group of warriors brought by the little Taoist back to Daxia.

After explaining the matter, Jiang Sile drove the two away.

Calm down and think about the current situation.

Lu Zhi has been waiting on the side, did he pick up the tea and fill it up for Jiang Sile.

"Concubine Jin is still quiet?" Jiang Sile looked up at Luzhi, her eyes flickering.

Green Branch shook her head.

Since leaving Bridge Capital, she has only received an order from there once.

The order said to investigate information about the Qingyi royal family.

According to Jiang Sile's instructions, Lu Zhi quickly sent back the news to Concubine Jin.

But until now, there is still no second order.

Jiang Sile exhaled slowly, and said with a smile, "No hurry, no hurry!"

"Let them dog eat dog."

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the other side

When the old emperor received Jiang Sile's letter, he was very surprised.

He couldn't help but take a few more glances at the strong man delivering the letter.

The content of the letter was very short, just reminding him to beware of border raids.

After reading it, the old emperor nodded in satisfaction.

He believes that this is the surrender of the youngest daughter to him.That little girl who used to be reckless and rude, now that she is married, she is really gentle and sophisticated.

This made the old emperor nod in his heart.

"Go and call the Ministry of Officials, the Minister of the Ministry of War."

The old emperor's face was calm, but the rather high tone revealed the joy in his heart.

after half an hour
Inside the Chongguang Hall, Wang Ji, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and Hou Yuanyuan, Minister of the Ministry of War, rushed over and read the urgent letter from Jiang Sile one by one.

"What do you think, Mr. Wang?" Hou Yuanyuan handed the letter to his father-in-law, then turned around and asked Mr. Wang Ji, the mainstay of the court.

Under the watchful eyes of the old emperor, Wang Ji nodded slightly and said, "Qingyi's wolfish ambition to capture our Great Xia has never been extinguished. In this way, it is possible to provoke war."

Seeing Wang Ji nodding, Hou Yuanyuan also expressed his opinion: "Now Chengzhou has increased its troops by [-] troops, led by the veteran General Luan. Chengzhou is sure to be safe..."

Speaking of which, Hou Yuanyuan glanced at the old emperor on the throne. The old emperor was already eager to try, wanting to avenge his shame.

"...If you want to conscript troops and crusade, you still need to see what the minister of the Ministry of officials said? Is there enough grain in the national stockpile?"

The old emperor naturally knew what he said.

It's just...the reason why he didn't call Hubu Shangshu was because he didn't want to see Master Xia act like that.Every time the old emperor wanted a little money, in Master Xia's opinion, it was like wanting his life.

Over time, the old emperor avoided seeing this minister even more.

The old emperor looked a little hesitant, and asked: "If there is a real war, Hou Yuanyuan, what are your chances of winning?"

"This..." Minister of the Ministry of War hesitated a little, and said cautiously: "Qingyi has been resting and recuperating all these years, stationing troops and raising horses, it is my dynasty that has been reorganizing the army, but..."

Hou Yuanyuan sighed and said, "But attacking Qingyi, the terrain is dangerous. It is even more difficult."

After all, he looked at the old emperor and said: "I don't suggest taking the initiative to fight, but we should strictly guard against Qingyi from invading at the frontier..."

The old emperor's face was not happy, and his heart that was eager to try was poured down by a pot of cold water.

He muttered a few words in a low voice, but the courtier standing below wisely chose to turn a deaf ear.