still...
The image of that red figure immediately flashed into his mind, and he narrowed his eyes menacingly.
He must have come up with some brilliant plan for Murong Jiu again.
"Issue the order to mobilize 500,000 troops to Xiangcheng, and also send the border garrison forward. We will attack from both sides, and I will make sure that Fengtian never returns!"
Chu Liuyun's eyes were bloodshot, as if they were stained with blood.
"yes."
The general and the messenger quickly withdrew.
The two prime ministers exchanged a glance and sighed softly.
But then I thought about it again, and this is actually a good time.
The soldiers were holding back their anger and needed to vent it.
Perhaps, he will be even more courageous than usual.
"Your Majesty, don't worry, we will definitely win. But before we start the war, we still need to find out how Fengtian's army entered our country."
The Right Chancellor pointed out the key point.
"If we don't figure this out, what if the enemy's reinforcements suddenly appear again?"
Chu Liuyun nodded, "The Prime Minister is right. I will send someone to investigate. As for the matter of collecting grain, I will leave it to the two Prime Ministers."
The national treasury is truly out of food, so we have no choice but to start by taking food from the local feudal lords and nobles.
Getting things from those people will require some effort.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured, we will certainly handle it well."
The two bowed and slowly withdrew.
Chu Liuyun looked towards the palace gate, his eyes deep and sinister.
...
"My dear minister, you are truly a brilliant strategist. You predicted that the defenses here were weak and that we could take it in one fell swoop without losing a single soldier. Brilliant, truly brilliant."
Murong Jiu, holding the battle report, hurriedly stepped over the threshold and walked towards the person playing the flute under the tree in the courtyard, his expression excited.
Luo Miao put down his jade flute, glanced at the battle report that had been handed to him, and nodded in satisfaction.
"This time, Chuliu was caught off guard. They should know by now and will definitely start to resist."
Looking at the man whose brows were filled with unrestrained arrogance, he said softly, "Has Your Majesty made your plans?"
Murong Jiu exuded domineering aura, his tone wicked: "My dear minister, just wait and see the show."
If Chu Liu doesn't lose an arm this time, he'll be letting down the spies he captured.
Luo Ling didn't say anything more, put the jade flute to his lips, and continued to play.
The melodious and ethereal music slowly rose and surrounded the two of them.
Murong Jiu stood a step away from him, staring intently.
Amidst a yard full of colorful stars, beneath a large, lush tree.
A refined and handsome young man, with gentle eyes and brows, plays the flute. A breeze caresses his black hair and ripples the hem of his robes in the air.
The beautiful, colorful stars seemed to be attracted as they began to sway.
A faint, elegant fragrance wafted by.
The scenery was beautiful, the people were beautiful, and the music was beautiful; Murong Jiu was somewhat intoxicated.
I was captivated by this wonderful atmosphere.
He thought that if there were truly immortals in the world, then the one before him must be a fallen immortal.
A warm and cozy atmosphere enveloped the two of them, so beautiful that one couldn't bear to disturb it.
But there are always those who don't know how to appreciate it.
'Host, host, the melodramatic climax is here! Get ready, one, two, three, charge!'
Luo Miao, who was playing the flute, almost cracked his voice because his lips trembled.
He stopped silently, sighing inwardly.
Luo Xiang felt once again that he was really unlucky.
When they wanted to establish connections with royalty and nobility, they couldn't find a single person.
They were all scions of prominent families.
I didn't have this idea, but I still ended up meeting a group of them.
The main point is, they're all spoiled brats.
Moreover, these spoiled brats were no ordinary people.
The son of a marquis, the young master of a minister's family, the son of a general, and the eldest son of a royal merchant.