Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 311 The Idiot Who Destroyed the Wall

Song Xianxian heard this, and her fingers that were tapping her cheek suddenly stopped.

"You mean..." She frowned, and there was a rare look of seriousness in her usually lazy black pupils.

"The old monarch Hanze had four sons in total, the oldest one is thirty-two, and the youngest is about the same age as a child," Mo Shuyuan said with a smile, "Of course, the most important thing is that the old monarch has never had a prince. .”

Since ancient times, there are not a few emperors who ascended to the throne at the age of 50 or 30 to inherit the great rule. At the age of [-], this can really be called "the prime of life".

"There are four middle-aged princes in Hanze, and the mother families of these four princes are quite powerful in Hanze. Once the old monarch dies and dies, there will be civil strife in Hanze."

Concubine Xian didn't change her face: "Then?"

"Concubine Mother, you are in the harem, so you may not be very clear about it. Civil strife and separatism consume the most national power. At that time, no matter which prince succeeds in ascending the throne, the Hanze treasury will definitely be extremely empty—" Mo Shuyuan raised his chin slightly, full of confidence.

"The remaining food in Hanze is exhausted, and all the silver in the treasury is exhausted. There is no money and no food in the country. If the new king wants to sit firmly on the throne of Hanze, he must solve the problem of lack of food."

"Mother and concubine, think about it, if you are the new Hanze Lord, what method should you use to get enough food?"

"This..." Song Xianxian mused, and raised the corners of his eyes for a while, "Either seize other countries' cities and plunder the granaries; or bow their heads and profess their vassals in exchange for the protection of the surrounding powers?"

"That's right." Mo Shuyuan nodded, "It's either fighting or surrendering. In addition, since the new king Chu Chu took the throne not long ago, the possibility of fighting should be more likely."

"Of course, it doesn't matter even if he really intends to surrender, we have plenty of ways to encourage the new Lord Hanze to make him have to fight."

"As long as there is a war in northern Xinjiang, father and father will definitely send Mu and his son to quell the chaos."

"That's the frontier, it's the battlefield. Although the Duke has been through hundreds of battles and is very experienced, but on the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and the enemy's heart is unpredictable. If he accidentally falls into the enemy's ambush... "

"Isn't it common to have an accident and die unfortunately?"

Song Xianxian fell silent after hearing this, she closed her eyes, put Kodan's dyed nails on the desk, and then bowed her head after a long time and said, "Yuaner, you can see Hanze's soldiers and horses so well." It must have been too powerful.”

"The Mu family has led the army for generations and has guarded the border for more than a hundred years. They are used to winning more and losing less. The expansion of the territory of Qianping is also due to the contribution of the Mu family..."

"Do you really think that Hanze's scattered soldiers who can't even eat enough to eat can kill Mu Guogong?"

"I'm afraid it's still unknown whether the sword can get close to someone's body."

"Furthermore, it's cold this year, and there may be civil strife in Hanze—even you can imagine this matter, but your father and Duke Mu can't figure it out?"

"Of course my son knows that with just one cold swamp alone, most of the cold hairs of the Duke cannot be hurt." Mo Shuyuan raised his hand and brushed off his sleeves, pressing against his cold back, pretending to be calm Take it easy.

"But mother and concubine, Mu Guogong has fought for the country for more than [-] years, and there is more than one Hanze in the world who wants to put him to death."

"Southern Xinjiang, the desert, and even Fuli, the former queen's mother's family..."

"There are too many people who want his life in this world. As long as we can reveal his whereabouts to those who hate him, someone will find the most appropriate time to clean up this for us." big trouble."

Mo Shuyuan played with the teacup on the table, lowered his eyes and sneered: "Once Mu Guogong dies, the remaining Mu Xiuning is nothing to be afraid of. Although that kid has high martial arts skills, his strategy is really not as good as his old man."

"It's the easiest for those who are brave and unscrupulous to clean up. After a year or so at most, there will be only one male in the Duke's Mansion, Mu Wenhua and Mu Langzhong."

"That is a useless civil servant, and his courage is not as good as that of Mrs. Xiao."

"As for Mu Guogong's remaining daughters..." Mo Shuyuan didn't care much, and smiled contemptuously, "What kind of disturbance can the girl's family cause?"

"The only one that is more difficult is my seventh brother." The young man paused slightly, "It is indeed a bit troublesome to get rid of him. My son can't find a chance for the time being. Can we get rid of him and how to get rid of him? Take a look at God's will."

"You are so cruel, you won't even let your siblings go." Song Xianxian stood up and stretched her arms and legs a little. The vermilion skirt was winding on the ground, dragging a long and slender shadow. "It seems that uncle taught you very well."

"Mother and concubine are joking." Mo Shuyuan covered his face with a fan and shook his head lightly, "Where is there such a brotherhood in the Tian family?"

"Let's talk about what you are worried about—what the son can think of, the father and the others can obviously think of it too."

"But what does it matter? It takes a long time for the news to come and go, and it takes a long time to recruit troops and select generals."

"What's more, my son has his own informants in Hanze, and they will try their best to block the news in Hanze from leaking out. For example, the news that the old Hanze monarch is seriously ill has not yet spread to northern Xinjiang—— "

"Wait for it to come out of the northern border, be sent to Beijing, and then be presented to the father's desk. Most likely, Hanze Xinjun has been in power for a long time and is ready to attack Qianping border town."

"The mourning army will win. Hanze has already run out of ammunition and food in the country. Even if they want to survive, the soldiers will desperately attack Qianping City."

"Wait until the emperor's father responds, and Mu Guogong gathers troops and horses. I'm afraid the city over there has already fallen."

"Mother and concubine, my child never expects a small Hanze to kill Mu Guogong." Mo Shuyuan shook the folding fan lightly in his hand, feeling extremely complacent, "But my son hopes that Hanze can kill him as much as possible." mental and physical strength.”

No matter how powerful Mu Wenjing is, he is still a middle-aged man over forty years old. His peak has long passed, and his energy and physical strength will definitely not be like those of young people.

He gets tired, and all he wants is for him to be exhausted.

In addition, two fists are difficult to defeat four hands, how can a tired veteran be able to defeat the siege of dozens or even hundreds of people?
"In this way, when he returns from a great victory, he will die outside the capital." Mo Shuyuan said, folding his fan in his palms together, standing up and straightening his slightly wrinkled clothes, "Mother, concubine, when is the time?" It's getting late, and my son will leave first."

"You also eat earlier, it's hot at noon, so take a good rest."

"Okay, you can go." Song Xianxian nodded slightly, watching the young man in fine clothes turn around and leave the hall.

She stood on the spot, staring at his back for a long time, her bright red lips parted slightly: "Idiot."

Self-destructing idiots.

Song Xianxian lowered her eyebrows and walked slowly in the hall.

After a while, she fetched a new bowl of tea, and with a flick of her wrist, she spilled all the tea in the bowl on the ground.

"Grandpa..." Song Xianxian murmured softly, with an inexplicable sense of sadness in her voice, "It turns out that I, Zhu Jia, was sorry for you."

"However, Xianxian is just a girl, and she can't pretend to be a family or a country."

"I just want that old man to pay for my mother's life—"

"But don't worry, when this matter is over, and the heads of Zhu's mansion fall to the ground one by one, Xianxian will go to the Huangquan Wangchuan in person to apologize to you and Your Majesty..."

　That's what Mo Shuyuan did in his previous life

　　But in this life he can only think about farts
　　A stinky man who looks down on girls! Bah! ! !
　　Auntie will beat you ten times! !

　　Ah Ci hangs and beats a hundred! !
　　哼唧
　　Song Xianxian was the one who most wanted Zhu Sheng to die, because her mother
　　She knows who she is, what's going on with her mother, I will talk about it in the next chapter
　　But she is very protective of Zhu Wan, after all Zhu Wan
　　He's an idiot with no brains

　　Song Xianxian's dislike and disdain for Mo Shuyuan is all from Fazi's heart

　　Mo Shuyuan will be afraid that she has something to do with her malicious guidance and education to him when he was a child

　　If Mu Shiyan is Xiao Shuhua's tool to win

　　Mo Shuyuan is the knife in Song Xianxian's hand
　　If I understand the meaning of this woman correctly, even if there was no Mo Junli in the previous life

　　Mo Shuyuan will not live long

　　This woman was probably ready to deal with him.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)