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Chapter 163 Because for His Highness, His Majesty is the biggest obstacle.

Worship Hall.

Wang Shouming and Ximen Chuixue were sitting on the balcony of the attic, with the gentle breeze stirring their sleeves.

"You seem to have become a lot stronger recently." Wang Shouming looked at Ximen Chuuxue and said in surprise.

Ximen Chuixue nodded slightly.

He has already taken the Potential Pill sent by Zheng Ming. Although it didn't allow him to break through to the Grand Master, it also improved his cultivation a lot. It can be regarded as one foot on the threshold of the Grand Master.It shouldn't take long for him to comprehend the sword intent and step into the level of a great master.

Wang Shouming looked at him with a ray of sadness on his vicissitudes of face.

"Do you think His Majesty is doing the right thing?"

As a Confucian master, he knew a lot about Zheng Qingsong's plans, and he also understood the meaning of the luck of the people. He knew that the luck of the people did not have much influence on the people of the world, but he still felt that there was something wrong with Zheng Qingsong's approach.

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at the black sheath sword on his knee, and said, "I don't know the emperor, I only know that the swordsman is unyielding."

Wang Shouming looked at him and couldn't help laughing.

"The old man found that you resembled His Majesty a little bit."

"What?" Ximen Chuixue asked.

"Guao!" Wang Shouming replied.

Ximen Chuuxue touched the long sword, but did not speak.

Just be lonely, he never cares what other people think of him.

"You seem to be ready?" Wang Shouming said again.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "I'm very interested in Grandmaster."

Wang Shouming was dumbfounded.

In his opinion, Ximen Chuuxue is a sword idiot.

Put all your emotions on the sword, only seek the honor and glory when swinging the sword, and even sacrifice your own life for the pinnacle of kendo. "

He admired this Ximen Chuuxue very much, because only a person like Ximen Chuuxue who excels in one way can be called a cultivator.

"It seems that you can't wait." Wang Shouming said.

"It's not enough now, my swordsmanship is not enough." Ximen Chuuxue has already touched the threshold of a grand master, so he knows the gap between himself and a grand master.

"Can you feel His Majesty's strength?" Wang Shouming asked again.

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head and said, "Your Majesty is not a cultivator."

Zheng Qingsong is an emperor, and he walks the way of an emperor. Naturally, he is different from conventional practitioners. Ximen Chuuxue cannot use the concept of a warrior to analyze Zheng Qingsong's strength.

Wang Shouming lowered his head and pondered.

Things have reached the current point, even if he is a Confucian master, he can't change the situation.

But the dynasty is the dynasty, and the sect should not be above the dynasty, let alone manipulate the succession of the dynasty.

So what he needs to do now is to help Zheng Qingsong defeat Bailianzong.

"Little friend Ximen, can I ask you something?" He said suddenly.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him in surprise, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Survive, if Your Majesty fails, you choose a prince to reshape the Dali Dynasty." Wang Shouming said in a deep voice.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.

Wang Shouming's words contained many meanings. Firstly, he had no confidence in Zheng Qingsong, otherwise he would not have said such words. Secondly, he was ready to die, otherwise he would not have asked Ximen Chuuxue, because he would not have done this. It is more suitable than Ximen Chuuxue.In the end, he didn't want Dali to change the dynasty. He hoped that Dali could continue. This might be his loyalty to Dali.

Wang Shouming may not be a perfect person, but he is definitely an admirable person.

But this request didn't mean much to Ximen Chuuxue, because Ximen Chuuxue was originally Zheng Ming's person.

If Zheng Qingsong really failed, he would definitely follow Zheng Ming to rebuild a new Dali Dynasty.

"I will." Ximen Chuuxue replied.

Wang Shouming nodded, and looked at the fluttering weeping willow again.

……

Lingyuan Mansion.

The backyard of the government office.

Xin Qiji was wearing a blue gown and sat at the tea table with Du Ruhui.

The call to crusade against Bailianzong has already reached their ears.

"Brother Du, who can win this battle?" Xin Qiji looked at the calligraphic text and said.

Du Ruhui smiled and said, "Lord Xin asked the wrong person. Du is just a scholar and knows little about the way of cultivation."

Xin Qiji shook his head and said, "I'm not asking about the strength of the cultivators of both sides, but the comparison of power between the two sides."

Du Ruhui took a sip of tea, pondered for a moment, and said, "If you only consider military strength and popular support, Du feels that His Majesty will win."

"Dali has been established for 500 years, and it has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although the Bailian Sect is powerful, its prestige only remains among the Jianghu sects. In contrast, the people's hearts are for Dali."

"As for the military strength, although the Bailianzong can coordinate all the major sects in the rivers and lakes, and far surpasses the imperial court in terms of warrior strength, the imperial court holds millions of troops, far surpassing the Bailianzong in terms of numbers."

Xin Qiji nodded slightly, feeling the same way.

But in this battle, neither the army nor the people's hearts are the main factors that determine the outcome. The real key lies in the warriors above the master level, especially Zheng Qingsong and Xin Yuanchen.

The outcome of the two of them is the key to determining the outcome of this battle.

"What will happen if His Majesty wins?" Xin Qiji asked.

A strange look flashed in Du Ruhui's eyes, and he said, "Dali will recover. As long as His Majesty is still alive, there will be no civil strife in Dali."

"At the same time, His Royal Highness Prince Rui also lost the chance to inherit the throne, so he can only be a happy prince in the future."

"What if His Majesty loses?" Xin Qiji said.

"Dali will usher in a catastrophe next time, the grassland tribes will invade Dali with the support of Bailianzong, and the flames of war will burn all over Dali," Du Ruhui said.

Xin Qiji frowned, and said: "So, whether it is for His Highness or for the world, the best result is that His Majesty wins."

Du Ruhui shook his head and said, "No, the best result is that His Majesty fails."

"Why?" Xin Qiji looked at him in surprise.

Du Ruhui looked down at the green leaves in the tea bowl, and said, "Because for His Highness, His Majesty is the biggest obstacle."

"As long as His Majesty does not die, His Highness cannot justly sit on the throne."

Xin Qiji stared at him blankly, but his heart was overwhelmed.

He didn't expect Du Ruhui to have such an idea, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that Du Ruhui was right.

If Zheng Qingsong is not dead, Zheng Ming will not be able to justify his name, unless Zheng Ming rebels and seizes the throne, but once Zheng Ming rebels and seizes the throne, he will be infamous.

As Zheng Ming's subject, Xin Qiji didn't want his lord to be infamous.

"So what can we do?" Xin Qiji asked in a daze.

Du Ruhui said in a low voice: "We can remind Mr. Wenhe."

"Why didn't you remind His Highness directly?" Xin Qiji said.

However, before Du Ruhui could answer, Xin Qiji came to his senses.

Du Ruhui sighed lightly, and said, "Let Du do this."

……

Shanhai County.

Zheng Ming sat in the gazebo, looking at the call to action.

Next to him, Jia Xu was drinking tea in a leisurely manner.

"The literary talent is good, and the writing is well-founded. If I hadn't read this essay, I wouldn't have known that Bailianzong had so many crimes." Zheng Ming laughed lightly after reading the essay.

As the chief assistant, Zhang Lingzheng's literary talent is naturally not too bad, but the key point is that there are more than a dozen crimes listed in it, each of which is well-founded, directly turning Bailianzong into an evil force beyond description.

"Bai Lianzong has indeed done many things that are not good for Da Li." Jia Xu said.

Zheng Ming casually threw the proclamation on the stone table, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter what is right and what is wrong now."

"Indeed, but His Majesty set the date of the expedition on June [-]th, which is a bit too hasty." Jia Xu said.

It is now the middle of May, and there are more than 20 days until June [-]th.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

This time Zheng Qingsong not only dispatched the southern frontier army, but also mobilized 200,000 Beijing battalions and 400,000 imperial guards, totaling more than [-] troops.

It is not an easy task to prepare for such a large-scale military operation within more than 20 days.

However, it is estimated that Zheng Qingsong should have been prepared long ago.

Zheng Ming squeezed his chin and said, "This king wants to go and see such a big scene. Would you like to go together, sir?"

"Your Highness, it's better not to take risks lightly," Jia Xu said.

Zheng Ming frowned, and said, "The emperor and I have personally conscripted, so what is this king afraid of?"

"It is estimated that His Majesty will not allow His Highness to accompany the army. And if His Majesty does allow His Highness to accompany the army, His Highness cannot go either." Jia Xu said.

Zheng Ming waved his hand and said, "I'm not going to join the army, but I want to watch from a distance."

"It's such a big show, it's a pity not to see it."

Jia Xu said in a low voice, "Your Highness should stay in Shanhai County to prepare for possible situations."

"In case His Majesty dies in battle~~"

He didn't say the latter words, but Zheng Ming already understood.

"Forget it, forget it, it's boring." Zheng Ming waved his hand a little depressed.

Seeing that he had lost his mind, Jia Xu laughed.

A lord who can listen to advice is a good lord.

……

The moon is like a hook, hanging high in the sky.

In Jia Xu's study room, the candlelight was shining brightly, illuminating the interior of the house.

Yu Huatian sat across from Jia Xu and handed a letter to Jia Xu.

"Mr. Wenhe, this is a letter sent to Mr. Du Ruhui by someone."

Yuhuatian handed the letter to Jia Xu, and her soft and beautiful Danfeng eyes shone with an inexplicable light.

He was a little curious about the contents of the letter.

Jia Xu opened the letter with a surprised face, logically speaking Du Ruhui would not send him a letter, even if something happened, it should be sent by Xin Qiji.

Now Du Ruhui is just Xin Qiji's staff, although Zheng Ming has expressed his respect for Du Ruhui, but in terms of his status in the palace, Du Ruhui is not qualified to contact Jia Xu.

After reading the contents of the letter, Jia Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became serious.

"Lord Yu, has no one read this letter?"

"No, even the governor hasn't read it." Yu Huatian said.

"That's good." Jia Xu took a deep breath and handed the letter to Yuhuatian.

Yuhuatian looked at it again, showing a dignified look as well.

"Do you want to report this matter to His Highness?" he asked.

Jia Xu stood up, paced back and forth in the room, frowning.

"You don't need to report to Your Highness."

He raised his head to look at Yu Huatian, and said: "Master Yu should understand that it is in the best interest of His Highness to do so, but it is not appropriate for His Highness to do this."

Yuhuatian hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"However, it is not easy to accomplish this."

"Maybe only one person can do it."

Jia Xu said softly: "So this matter still needs to be handled by Governor Yu himself."

Yu Huatian smiled softly, and said, "Then the governor will do it."

"This matter must not be exposed, and Mrs. Xin and Du Ruhui also need to warn them." Jia Xu said.

"Don't worry, Mister Wenhe," Yu Huatian said.

(End of this chapter)