Don't panic, the family boss is busy farming

Chapter 459
The facts are in line with Xu Yue's guess.

But Gongsun Zan was not about to die, but injured.

In the past two years, Gongsun Zan suffered from the emptiness of the national treasury, and could only watch helplessly as the Xu family army took Youzhou into his pocket bit by bit.

He was not a patient person at all, and when he learned that Youzhou, a good place that he had been thinking about all his life, was happily dedicated to Xu's army by Zhao Yuhuan, he was so depressed that he couldn't hold it back, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood!

The medical conditions in Beidu are not as good as those in Yuyang. In addition, this is a heart disease, and there is no psychotherapist here, so he can only use precious medicinal materials to nourish his spirit.

Because of this, although Gongsun Zan still had ambitions in his heart, he was not allowed to display them.

And Liangzhou added fuel to the fire at this juncture, repeatedly indulged the Huns to plunder on the border of Bingzhou, and ignited Gongsun Zan's anger that he couldn't bear to suppress again.

Everyone in the world knows that Gongsun Zan hates Wuhuan the most, followed by Xianbei and Xiongnu. Seeing the Xiongnu jumping around repeatedly in his own territory, how could he bear it?
Previously, when foreigners invaded Youzhou, he watched the fire from the other side, and he wanted to use it to consume Xu Jiajun and Zhao Yu, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

But now that the fire is on his ass, he is in a hurry!

Immediately, regardless of the opposition of the courtiers, he personally led the troops to the border of Bingzhou and beat the Huns until they cried.

It's just that the horse stumbled, and the man stumbled. Unexpectedly, the Huns deployed sharp archers in the dark. Gongsun Zan was hit by an arrow in the left chest and fell off the horse.

Although he was protected by armor, he was not an ordinary archer. Although the arrows did not sink into the skin, the huge recoil caused Gongsun Zan's heart to palpitate and caused his old illness.

Now the Huns were beaten away, but Gongsun Zan lay down.

People leave Beidu standing up, and enter Beigong sideways.

Seeing that his father was so seriously ill, Bei Hou called his cronies to discuss the countermeasures, and then everyone decided to rescue Zhao Yuanji while the five members of the Xu family were not in Yuyang.

At least, with the presence of the Northern Emperor, the Northern Capital can still be maintained, and the forces of all parties dare not act rashly.

When Yuyang began to track down Zhao Yuanji, he had already been "tied" to the North Palace by dead men dressed as caravans.

Young couples should be deeply affectionate.

But I don't want to, I haven't seen each other in the past three years. When we saw each other, one had tears in his eyes, and the other looked indifferent, as if they were not husband and wife, but strangers.

Empress Bei couldn't cry anymore, her expression gradually turned cold, and her eyes were full of loneliness and hatred.

She picked up the dagger handed over by her confidant, and cut the rope on Zhao Yuanji's body.

"Concubine, welcome Your Majesty back to the palace!" She threw down the dagger and bowed slightly, "Your Majesty, I made you suffer."

Zhao Yuanji hummed lightly, then searched for Gongsun Zan, "Where is the general now? How is he?"

Beihou led him to the inner hall, where Gongsun Zan was lying on it, seemingly in good spirits, but there was a bitter smell wafting from the medicine stove next to the bed, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Father, Your Majesty is back." Bei Hou stepped forward and said softly.

A cautious look that he is afraid that if his voice is louder, the person on the bed will be frightened.

Gongsun Zan nodded, indicating that he would not be too excited, but when he saw a man who had matured a lot and was dressed in common clothes, as if he had gone through vicissitudes of life, he couldn't help but sat up excitedly.

I didn't want to, I got up too fast, my heart throbbed, and Gongsun Zan's breathing suddenly became short of breath, as if he was going to catch his breath.

Bei Hou hurriedly served the scalding medicine, stroked his father's back, and fed him the medicine.

It took a while for Gongsun Zan's rapid breathing to calm down, his lips turned purple, and his head was sweating profusely.

"The general has heart palpitations?" Zhao Yuanji asked uncertainly.

Gongsun Zan took a deep breath, suppressed the sense of panic in his heart, nodded, and said with a false smile:

"Your Majesty has been in Yuyang for three years, and it seems that he has learned a lot of new skills. This is the first time that your Majesty knows how to see a doctor."

Zhao Yuanji stepped forward, didn't care about Gongsun Zan's sarcasm, and handed him a small yellow porcelain bottle.

"What is this?" Beihou asked warily.

Gongsun Zan played with the small porcelain bottle, looked at the simplified characters printed on it, and raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "Suxiao Jiuxin Pill?"

"Things from the Xu family army?" Although the question was a question, Gongsun Zan's tone was affirmative.

Because of this simplified character, only Xu Jiajun can use it.

And such a simple and straightforward drug name is also in line with Xu Jiajun's usual style.

"Where did your Majesty get it? Is it really effective?" Bei Hou asked curiously.

Zhao Yuanji sat down on the low stool in front of the two of them, and smiled faintly, "Xu Erniang gave it to me, what do you think, Queen?"

How could the things that Xu Jiajun Goddess brought out be so bad?
But when he heard the three words Xu Erniang, Bei Hou's face instantly became extremely ugly.

For the past three years, the news that Zhao Yuanji has been kept by Xu Jiajun's goddess by his side, who else does not know?
With such a big green hat on her head, Beihou felt like she wanted to kill someone!

But, she couldn't kill the person in front of her!

Before getting Zhao Yuanji back, she asked her father why she had to get Zhao Yuanji back instead of letting her, the queen, be the queen, just like Xu Yue, be a queen and hold the power in her own hands.

In this way, there is no need to be restrained by those courtiers at all.

Moreover, she also has the confidence to balance the forces of all parties, and her political means are no worse than men!
However, when she told her father about her ambitions with great interest, all she got was a cold look from her father.

"Who do you think you are? When a woman is in power, how do you convince the public? Those Confucian scholars are afraid that the demon queen will overthrow the cholera, so they will kill you quickly!"

"Quickly stop your ridiculous thoughts! Throughout the ages, have you ever seen a woman as a king!"

Beihou wanted to say, isn't the leader of Xu's army a woman?
But she knew that it was not recognized by orthodox Confucian scholars.

A small rebel army will be but a flash in the pan.

But even so, Bei Hou was still dissatisfied!

She didn't know how much worse she was than Zhao Yuanji?

Is it because he is a man!
Isn't this ridiculous?
Beihou felt that her father was wrong from the beginning, and their path was extremely wrong!

His father is indeed outstanding in military exploits, but he is only suitable to be a general, not a powerful minister.

However, my father still has the ambition to cover the sky with one hand.

Thinking about this in her heart, and watching the scene where her father and Zhao Yuanji were discussing how to consolidate the rights of both parties, Beihou only felt that this scene made her liver hurt.

When he heard that Zhao Yuanji was trying to copy some of Xu Jiajun's cement, glass, and textile technologies to Beidu, Bei Houteng stood up and left with a shake of his sleeves.

She sneered, "It's neither fish nor fowl!"

Xu Jiajun can manage their territory so well, not because Xu Jiajun has cement and fairy rice, but because of their political system.

The Xu family army stood up by winning the hearts of the people, while they relied on winning over the gentry.

A little cement glass can make those Confucian scholars willing to work for the Gongsun family, is that possible?

They want more than that!
(End of this chapter)