Disastrous year!Before the whole family is wiped out, a little blessing falls from the sky!

Zhao Chengping calmed down and called his confidant butler, "Is there no news about the people sent out? The deposit is so high, can it mean that the matter will not work out?"

The old housekeeper was also worried and responded in a low voice, "It stands to reason that it can't be done. It is said that this group of people has never failed. It's not like they are dealing with a wealthy family, they are just kidnapping a peasant boy. Wait a minute, uncle, this old slave is here Just go and ask.”

Not to mention how worried Zhao Chengping was, it was just that there was a lot of excitement in Kyoto, and the news was naturally unstoppable.

On the third day after the incident occurred, the Sixth Prince, who had just returned to the palace from the military camp, received the news, which was countless times more detailed than others.

There is no other reason. The flower house that was in trouble was his business, and the madam was his spy! The oiran was originally introduced to send people to the third prince's house, so that it would be useful in critical moments in the future.

Who would have thought that the third prince would be replaced by...

He read the secret letter over and over again, and the feeling in his heart was really indescribable.

As a son, he had no expectations for his father. Like all children, he longed for his father's love and protection, and also admired his majesty as the king of a country.

Unfortunately, as he grew older, his heart died, and he began to face his father's mediocrity, arrogance and lewdness, and even his indifference and cruelty to his son.

But even though I knew it in my heart, it was still hard to accept being suddenly faced with such a ridiculous and shameful scene!

As the monarch of a country, what does the father regard as the royal majesty, and what does the country regard as the country?

He slammed his fist on the table so hard that his bones cracked.

Xizi was waiting at the door, looking very distressed in her eyes. She bravely walked over and carefully comforted her, "Your Highness, no matter what happens, it can be solved slowly, but you can't hurt yourself! Even if it really can't be solved, the big deal is Start all over again!”

Start all over again?

The blood redness in the Sixth Prince's eyes slowly faded, and his furious heart began to calm down.

Yes, since you are not satisfied and cannot change some people, then overthrow it completely and leave everything under his control!

"Serve the pen and ink!" He rolled up his sleeves, and Xizi quickly spread the paper and polished the ink.

The sixth prince explained the matter clearly in one breath, then processed the opening of the envelope and handed it to Xizi.

"Send it to the border guards and hand it over to the general."

Xizi didn't dare to delay after accepting the envelope, and immediately set off for the border.

Since the general knew that Chen Zhao had gone to the grassland and might win over the third prince, he sent more patrols and expanded the scope of the patrol, just in case of any eventuality, he could rush to help in time.

Tai Yong'an missed his family and volunteered to join the patrol.

On this day, light snow fell in the sky, and when it was blown by the north wind, it was not only blinding, but also freezing to death.

A veteran sat on horseback, rubbing his hands and complaining, "We are most afraid of this kind of weather in winter. It's better here. It's called white-haired wind on the grassland. Not to mention caravans, it's easy for herdsmen to graze." get lost."

Tai Yongan immediately raised his heart and looked deep into the grassland.

The veteran then remembered and realized that he had made a mistake, so he quickly changed his words to comfort him, "The snow started to fall soon, and it may have stopped at night. The caravans who dare to enter the grassland are all capable, so there must be nothing wrong with them."

The others also agreed and started talking one after another.

"I wonder what dinner was cooked in the camp? I hope we can have a bowl of hot pimple soup when we go back!"

"I'm looking forward to it too. Just a big bowl of stew and a few pancakes will do. Patrolling with an hungry stomach, my intestines are so cold that my intestines cramp!"

"I really hope it will be next autumn soon. By then, we will harvest piles of corn sticks, and we will no longer have to worry about food!" As he said this, everyone walked towards the camp, which was not far from the camp. I met Xizi with two guards.

Yong'an hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Brother Xizi, why are you here?"

Xizi responded with a smile, "I was ordered to deliver a message to the general!" After that, he pointed to the basket behind the guard's horse and said, "Did you not have dinner? I just saw someone selling steamed buns on the road. It was steaming. I just brought some for you!"

Including Yong'an, all the soldiers cheered.

"Haha, we have steamed buns to eat!"

"I'm hungry!"

"Thank you so much, Mr. Xi!"

Xizi was so coaxed that she beamed and followed everyone back to the camp. Yongan and others went to share the steamed buns, and Xizi arrived at the main tent.

The general happened to be dealing with military affairs. He tore open the envelope and glanced at it for a few times, but his expression turned ugly. Finally, he replied to Xizi.

"Help me tell His Highness that I have accepted the letter. If there is any news here at the border gate, I will inform him at any time."

"Thank you, General!" Xizi saluted and then withdrew.

He Xiong sent him out of the camp, and when he came back, he saw the general in a daze. He was really curious, so he asked a few more questions.

Finally the letter fell into his hands again...

"This, this..." He Xiong's eyes almost fell out of his eyes in shock, and he couldn't find his language organization ability for a long time.

The general waved his hand and replied, "At the beginning, my father was not optimistic about the emperor, but due to the changing circumstances and the changing world situation, for the sake of the overall situation, he could only acquiesce in his ascension to the throne. Now, in just twenty years, his true nature has been exposed.

"That's all, that's all, don't talk about the past, just look at the future. No matter how thick the dark clouds are, they will be blown away by the wind and the sun will shine on the world again. I don't believe that the Wei Dynasty has never met a good emperor!"

He Xiong calmed down for a long time and started another good topic, "General, do you think the Sixth Prince is good? I originally thought he had some abilities and ambitions, but judging from this letter, the Sixth Prince is far better than we imagined. It should be kept hidden.

"I'm afraid he has his own information channels in Kyoto, and he needs a lot of manpower. Even if we specially ask people to check, we may not be able to check it in such detail."

This reminded the general, who rarely smiled and said, "You are right. In this way, maybe there is hope for the Wei Dynasty to welcome a wise king and move towards a prosperous age."

He Xiong breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and then turned around again.

"Now I hope that the man in the palace will persist for a year, and we will not be short of military rations next autumn. No matter how chaotic things are in Kyoto, we don't have to panic, and we can even reap the benefits."

"The weather is favorable, the place is favorable, and the people are right. If you can guarantee the second of the three, it is already very good. Thinking of taking them all is too greedy." The general shook his head, and finally looked at the Kantu map behind him, with worry in his eyes.

"Recently, the Rakshasa have been moving a lot, and I always feel that they are coming to cause trouble. I am most afraid that there will be a war here at the border, and there will be a lot of trouble in Kyoto, so I can't take care of both."

He Xiong hurriedly gave the general some reassurance, "General, you're overly worried. It's not like this. It's already deep winter, and the Rakshasa wind and snow must be worse than here. It's difficult to travel, so I guess they won't invade in large numbers... …”

Before he finished speaking, a guard outside the door shouted loudly, "General, there is military information from Rakshasa!" (End of Chapter)