The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

Otherwise, with the lifespan of a person in the Heavenly Man Realm, if he saves up little by little, he might be able to set up a camp.

"Huh..." Zhao Huaiyue's thoughts returned to the present: "The current situation is that the master is weak and the servant is strong... What I am most afraid of is that they will directly detain us and issue orders in the name of Huaiyong. If Huaiyong becomes a puppet..."

"What will happen?" Zhao Huaiyong's face turned pale with fright.

"There will be no freedom anymore." Zhao Huaiyue said solemnly, "We have to use checks and balances on them. We must not let them be of one mind. Before Huaiyong grows up, we must not let anyone dominate."

"What about my father?" Zhao Huairou asked the key question.

"You decide." Zhao Huaiyue sighed helplessly, "We are now living under someone else's roof. If we ask them to save our second uncle, we don't know if they will do it..."

"I... I'd better not give you any advice, otherwise if anything goes wrong you'll have to blame me..."

When she encounters this kind of thing, she is also a mess.

However, she is older and has read many history books, and the current situation can be said to be the worst.

If even one of Zhao Huaian, Zhao Huaibei, Zheng Qingfeng, Yuan Da, or even the mainstays of the clan were still alive, this situation would not have happened.

“No, no, no…” Zhao Huairou waved her hands quickly: “Now you are the oldest among us, so you should speak…”

"Well, why don't we buy some time? If Second Uncle is dead, then everything we do will be in vain. If he is not dead, then they must have some plans for Second Uncle, so they should be able to hold out for a while." Zhao Huaiyue suddenly thought of something: "By the way, many elders are not in Muyun City. They are all our elders. Why not call them all back in the name of Huaiyong!"

"First, most of them are monks. Second, their knowledge far exceeds ours. Third... we can also use their power to intimidate the generals here."

Clan is a topic that cannot be avoided in ancient times. Even in modern times, clan culture has not disappeared.

Xiang Yu relied on the soldiers from Jiangdong to rise to power. At that time, no one dared to say that the people from Jiangdong were rats...

Cao Cao rose to power with the help of the Cao family, and he also took good care of his clan. The fact that Xiahou Dun never won a battle but kept getting promoted is the best portrayal of this.

Like Xu Chu, who thought he could win military merit in the Battle of Red Cliff, he called his entire clan to fight...

The power of a clan can sometimes be a help, enabling people to soar to great heights, but sometimes it can also be a burden. It all depends on how you use it and what kind of people in the clan you are.

Like Uncle Dong, he brought Tazhai to plant some good ones...

The destruction of Muyun City did not mean the demise of the Zhao family. Except for the hereditary King of Zhenbei, other members of the family also received certain rewards and gradually formed branches.

They are not the main family, but they are also a force that cannot be underestimated. This force is too dispersed, and the grassland people have not had time to destroy it.

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"Sir, please take a seat." When the generals saw the people coming, they quickly stood up.

Zhao Huaiyong sat in the upper seat somewhat uneasily.

In the past, this position was always held by his father, and he had no awareness or preparation to sit in this position.

As if seeing Zhao Huaiyong's embarrassment, Zhao Huaiyue quickly made a gesture to Zhao Huaiyong to listen carefully in class, and Zhao Huaiyong finally felt at ease.

“Sir, we are unable to sleep or eat since Muyun City fell… But just as we sent out our troops, the battle for Muyun City was already over. The battle was so fast that we couldn’t react. We can only say that the people of the grassland are too cunning…” Zhao Ding said with a heavy face.

"Thank you, generals. This matter is not your fault," Zhao Huaiyong comforted.

He looked at the food in front of him and swallowed quietly.

There are pork elbows, chicken soup, and rice...

Although none of them were made by the spirit rice monster, think about what I ate these past few days...

"Young Master, we cannot just let the matter of Muyun City go like this! We have been discussing countermeasures, but it is difficult to unify the action plan. Please give us some instructions." Zhao Ding spoke again.

"Oh?" Zhao Huaiyong was stunned for a moment: "What are the action plans?"

"General Zhao Jia's intention is to put all the forces of the North on the line. Let's take a gamble together. If we fail, we will die. We swear to rescue the old prince at all costs. At worst, we will die together! We will follow you, young master and young lady, and die for our country together!"

Zhao Huaiyong was shocked when he heard that he had died for his country.

After all, he was only an eight-year-old child, and he could still vividly remember the scene of Zhao Huaibei holding a knife and going to die.

When I saw him rushing over, my blood was boiling, but when I saw him being torn apart...

Zhao Huaiyong's heart sank and he was frightened.

When Zhao Ding said this, Zhao Huaiyong remembered Zhao Huaibei's miserable situation. Even though he hadn't eaten enough for a few days, the food in front of him no longer tasted good.

Zhao Jia frowned slightly. Although this was what Zhao Ding meant, what he said was a bit too extreme.

"Also, do any other generals have any suggestions?" Zhao Huaiyong felt even less confident.

"What General Zhao Xuan means is, what's the value of the foundation that the Zhao family has built? What's the value of the prestige that the Zhao family has accumulated for thousands of years? We will surrender to the court and hand over the military power directly. At that time, how the court will deal with the grassland, how it will treat the Zhao family, and where it will place our Zhao family all depends on the court's mood." Zhao Ding continued.

"That's not what I meant..." Zhao Xuan frowned and said, "Zhao Ding, please speak normally."

"Then what do you mean?" Zhao Huang asked sarcastically.

"We are leaderless now, so naturally we need to find someone who can make the final decision. Otherwise, we will just waste time like this?" Zhao Xuan clenched his fists.

"The group of dragons is leaderless?" Zhao Ding also said in a gloomy tone: "The young master is here, do you think the group of dragons is leaderless?"

"At that time, the young master had not yet found..."

"I think you don't want to find the young master at all!" Zhao Ding said.

brush!

Zhao Xuan drew the sword from his waist, and for a moment, a terrifying wave of wind swept through the tent, but it did not hurt other people or the dishes on the table at all. It can be seen that Zhao Xuan's control over strength has reached the pinnacle.

Unable to conceal the murderous intent and magical power, all gathered on his sword. The terrifying power emanated and even distorted the surrounding space!

The real and illusory battlefield scenery kept changing in this tent. This was a sign that the Divine Mystic Realm was about to take action!

"It was my people who found the young master, and this is also my camp. At least I found the young master, what did you do? Believe it or not, I will tear your old mouth apart!"

"Hey, little kid, fight with your grandfather... When your father was around, you didn't dare to fight with your grandfather." Zhao Ding also held down the long knife at his waist.

"Generals, please don't be impulsive..." Zhao Huaiyue tried to stop them from fighting: "This is all for the North, this is all for the North..."

"Hmph." Zhao Xuan snorted coldly and casually stuck the knife into the ground. Judging from his posture, he would chop Zhao Ding at any time.

The four of them were all in the Divine Profound Realm, and no one was afraid of anyone else. Zhao Ding didn't take it seriously at all.

"As for Zhao Huang, his intention is to focus on the people of the northern border." Zhao Ding did not make enemies everywhere, and kept the fact that Zhao Huang wanted to negotiate with the grassland people a secret.

When Zhao Huaiyue heard several people talking about this, she looked at Zhao Huaiyong and made a gesture to him.

How could the people present not notice her little action? But no one said anything at this time.

If you force them too harshly, it would be like insubordination.

"Anyway..." Zhao Huaiyong cleared his throat: "This is a matter in our northern border. Our Zhao family has always governed itself and has never handed over military power to others."

"As for doing everything we can to save my father... we need to think long and hard about this matter. We cannot ruin the foundation laid by our ancestors."

"What does the young master mean..." Zhao Ding smiled: "Let the imperial court and the grassland fight to the point of mutual destruction, and then we can take the opportunity to recapture Muyun City and rescue the prince?"

Zhao Huaiyong felt that what Zhao Ding proposed was the most reasonable solution.

"Wait, if the prince is waiting for rescue now and we have missed the best opportunity, what should we do? How can we face our ancestors!" Zhao Jia hurriedly stopped him.

"The prince is concerned about the people in the northern border. There are refugees everywhere now. If we march out with our army, Yongning City may not be able to be saved. By then, thousands of families will be displaced and the entire northern border will be torn apart. Even if we rescue the prince, how can we face him?" Zhao Huang said.

"I'm not saying that we must surrender to the court and hand over the military power. Since the young master is safe, why don't he cooperate with the court..." Zhao Xuan said.

Several people were talking to each other, and Zhao Huaiyong was overwhelmed.

He is only eight years old, how can he understand these?

Filial piety is important, he is afraid of death.

People are important, but saving them may mean missing the best time for rescue...

While you sit back and reap the benefits, you may also miss the best time for rescue.

War is never just a war, but an extension of politics and many other factors.

The decision we make now has nothing to do with winning or losing, but rather depends on what the purpose of war is and what the purpose of peace is.

Not to mention Zhao Huaiyong, even Zhao Huaiyue was stunned.

Looking at Zhao Huairou again, she was thinking of only one thing: I'm afraid I won't be able to have this meal...

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After arguing for a whole day, Zhao Huaiyong finally said that he would first call all the elders of the clan to Yongning City before making a decision.

Zhao Xuan returned to his tent and saw a middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time.

The middle-aged man was dressed in scribe's clothes and held a staff, which was one of the identifications of his messenger.

"Greetings, envoy." Zhao Xuan bowed to the middle-aged man.

"What's the matter? Those people still don't listen to advice?" asked the messenger.

"Huh, I can't convince him. And... the Third Young Master has been found." Zhao Xuan sat on the chair: "Why don't the envoy go and see the Young Master?"

When the messenger heard this, he was stunned.

The Third Young Master is back? Isn't that another variable?

In this case, they obey the Third Young Master as their leader. How will the imperial court use these troops?

"General Zhao, you are sensible." The messenger said quickly, "How about we directly activate the formation of the camp, trap the three generals, and make them obey orders?"

"Young master, come back and listen to you." Zhao Xuan said.

"That young master is only a few years old, what can he understand? You just capture the three generals and the young master..."

brush!

A long knife was pressed against the envoy's throat. The envoy looked at the long knife that was emitting a cold air and dared not breathe. He could not utter the rest of the words.

"Capture the young master? If you say such treasonous words again... I don't care who your messenger is, I will definitely use you as a sacrifice!" A cold light flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes.

He wanted to cooperate with the court for the sake of the northern border, not because he was bought by the court.

The messenger couldn't help but feel resentful.

This Zhao Xuan really doesn't know what's good for him!

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At the same time, outside Goose City.

Mo Yi was eating a sesame cake while looking at the missing person notice on the city wall.

"Why does this painting look a bit like me...but not as pretty as me." Mo Yi took a bite of the pancake and chewed it.

She did nothing else that day except fortune-telling.

When the weather changed erratically just now, she also asked for divination, but she found that with her current ability, she couldn't see the whole picture, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Let me see, the person they're looking for is... Mo Yi? The person who sent out this missing person notice is called, Shen Lang? Oh my god, when did this guy get into the military camp?" Mo Yi touched his chin: "Killing She San and hiding in the military camp? It's something he can do..."

Chapter 103 Reunion

Mo Yi is not sure what Shen Lang’s situation is now.

If he hid in the military camp after killing She San, it meant that he might escape at any time.

Based on Mo Yi's understanding of Shen Lang, he has no concept of a country, or in other words, Shen Lang shows no respect for either the emperor or the King of Zhenbei in his words.

Shen Lang has no such country in his heart, so he would not have any psychological burden even if he escaped from the military camp.

Like when Muyun City was invaded, when Shen Lang wanted to take action, it was only out of his compassion for the people, not out of loyalty to the King of Zhenbei.

Based on this level, Mo Yi did not go to the military camp to find Shen Lang immediately.

In Mo Yi's eyes, joining the army is an extremely troublesome thing.

If a monk becomes a deserter, the wanted intensity will be much higher than that of an ordinary person.

Shen Lang only has a vague understanding of the military and might have been deceived into joining.

If Shen Lang wanted to run away, it would be one thing for him to call me in to help him find a solution.

Shen Lang was questioned and sold himself out, which was another matter...

The best outcome is that Shen Lang joins the military camp and wants to reunite with me.

Mo Yi wasn't sure what this notice meant, so he decided to wait and see.

In short, just find out where Shen Lang is.

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