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

Chapter 229 Can't Wait
For others, Wu Xian's death was a great surprise. It was like a sudden thunder strike, and the disaster reached everyone's ears quietly but with lightning speed.

Regardless of the other Wuzhi royal families who have lived in the royal city for a long time, most of them here are distant relatives of the Wushi. They only have some distant titles. To the monarchs and ministers of Great Xia who have little power and are thousands of miles away, Wu Xian is like A mountain stands in front of them and destroys their illusion of attacking the grassland. At the same time, he is like a poisonous snake that cannot be underestimated and is always unpredictable. The more dangerous the creature is, the more likely it is that others will spy on it. treasure.

No one expected that he would die so early, and no one would expect the news of his death today. He died so quickly, and walked so silently in front of everyone, making people sad that an era ended, and yet My heart was pounding, because it seemed that after this shadow dissipated, their time was about to come.

Although everyone knows that Qingyi's Chanyu is old and groggy, and he doesn't know when he will die.

Before that, this news would spread between the two countries from time to time.

When Emperor Wu was still there, there were already these rumors.

When the old emperor came to power, sometimes this rumor became more and more popular, and several times he believed it and hesitated.

But the news has been going on for more than a decade.

Emperor Wu had turned into bones long ago, and even the old emperor was overcome by him.

Generation after generation of heroes, generation after generation of warriors, no one dares to set foot on the grassland anymore, because Wu Xian is still there, and the king of the grassland is still there.

Even though he is old, he is like a tiger in his old age, and no one dares to play tricks on his head.

Ever since Wu Qi and Wu Mu grew up, this rumor has never stopped.

And people always think it's just rumors.

Yes, it's just a rumor.

They have been listening for ten, 20, 30 years...but never thought that one day he would become the truth.

Become an irrefutable reality...

Now that Wu Xian has really left this world, everyone feels surprised, even a bit ridiculous.

That is the Chanyu of Qingyi, the king of the grasslands!
How could he die?
Countless herdsmen on the grassland were lying on their knees and praying to the sky. They saw that the long-lasting peace seemed to be slipping away from them, and they wanted to enter the tomb with the Shanyu.

Everyone on the grassland has been very uneasy these days. Even the cattle, sheep, and horses on the grassland are neighing in fear because of their master's sadness.

Even Wu Mu, who was in Shanyu's position, could not escape from this uneasiness.

It's just that his uneasiness is very different from others. Wumu never underestimates himself, nor does he underestimate his father's ability to see people.

He believed in his talent and believed that his father's choice was right.

Does he really have the ability to be the king of this grassland now?
After arranging the funeral arrangements for Wu Xian and Wu Nan Dun, Wu Mu rarely sat on the throne covered with animal skins.

It's cold, but it's better than the wooden stool.Wu Mu curled his lips.

"Father, you just left. Why did you take the teacher with you..."

Wumu leaned on the throne, looking at the beams with dull eyes, muttering unconsciously.

The empty palace became a little lonely, everyone was dressed in white to commemorate the death of his father.

But he really felt that what his father did was unreasonable.

His son finally came to power, but he didn't leave any members of his team behind.

...The teacher also followed him...It's a pity...

Wu Mu's shoulders drooped when he thought of this, and his back hurt a little from the hard back of the chair.

Wu Mu was thinking in his head, but among the group of people who stayed, except for his old uncle Zuoxian Wang Wu Quji, there seemed to be no one who was talented enough.

The remaining group...are either brainless warriors or rude men who never look forward or backward.

"This is the throne? It's not very comfortable to sit on..."

At this point, Wu Mu's voice became plaintive. In his heart, he had no feelings about his father's death. On the contrary, he felt timid and sad about not having his subordinates.

Of course, he thought it might depend on the education issues in Unham, or the education issues in Unanton.

Anyway, Wu Mu himself feels that many times he doesn't feel the pain as deeply as others, which is actually a good thing.

At least apart from beauty, now, he has never let anything shake his thoughts and will.

Wu Mu sighed slowly:

"What a pity... It seems that from now on, I will be the only one to save those brainless people..."

"Oh, father... it's time for us to take the imperial examination..."

"Look...you only have one counselor, and you kidnapped the teacher."

"Where am I going to find some wise counselors?"

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When the news of Qingyi Shanyu's death spread quickly to Daxia, everyone from the emperor to the common people thought it was a good omen.

This year, we first settled the rebellion led by the British Duke, and now the Qingyi Chanyu that blocked Daxia's iron hoof from moving north has passed away. Isn't this a good time that God has left for the people of Daxia?
Especially, when they learned that the eldest prince Wu Mu, who was only 20 years old, was taking over as Shan Yu, the veteran ministers and generals who were still calm at first became unable to sit still.

Everyone ran up to Jiang Yi and said that they wanted to make contributions to the country. Everyone said that they were not afraid of life and death, that they wanted to repel the Qingyi and show their national power.

This made Jiang Yi a little bit dumbfounded, and he had a headache for a few days because of their enthusiasm.How could he not know the persistence of this group of people in establishing their achievements and laying down the grassland?He probably wanted to leave some legacy for future generations.

After all, even after he learned the news of Wu Xian's death, he couldn't help but estimate in his mind when he would take advantage of Qing Yi's unpreparedness and win a victory.

For this reason, Jiang Yi specially sent people to call back Li Yancheng, who was suppressing the British rebels.

In the Chongguang Hall, the two of them debated beside the sand table until dark, and did not leave for a long time.

Everyone was excited about making great achievements, as if they had been given a shot of blood.

As long as he thinks that he can fight against Qingyi, even if he doesn't occupy much land, if he can fight and win the battle, not only will he honor his ancestors, but he can also go to the imperial mausoleum to worship his father, so that his old man can feel at ease in heaven.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi really couldn't sit still, he felt quite high-spirited and anxious.

Therefore, Jiang Yi began to gather civil and military officials at today's court meeting to inquire whether he should go north to attack Qingyi.

In this regard, most people in the DPRK are also talking about it, and generally they are divided into two groups.

(End of this chapter)