There are always sick girls with ill intentions towards me

However, with the change of dynasties, the three imperial seals disappeared.

Therefore, many people suspected that the three seals were fake and no one had ever found the real imperial seal.

At this time, Li Lingge also understood what Gu Nianli meant. If this treasure was real, the most valuable item among them would be the imperial seal.

Come to think of it, how could the treasures used by Daxia to restore its country not include the imperial seal?

If it weren't for him, perhaps this treasure would have fallen into Tang Wei's hands.

"Thank you."

As if remembering something, Gu Nianli asked.

"Last time you said you were going to the academy to look for that... old bastard. Do you have an answer?"

Li Lingge smiled.

"He was talking in riddles to me and didn't tell me anything useful, but I knew who he was."

"who is it?"

"The first president of Tianshu Academy and also the founder of the academy - Zhang Wensheng."

"It turned out to be him."

Gu Nianli was obviously a little surprised, but then nodded.

"It was rumored that Zhang Wensheng died while trying to survive a catastrophe. It seems that he has gone into hiding."

Speaking of hiding, Li Lingge couldn't help but think of Li Changgeng again.

"I fought with Li Changgeng, and suddenly I understood why you couldn't catch him back then. This man is indeed very cautious..."

After listening to the confrontation between Li Lingge and Li Changgeng, Gu Nianli felt the same way.

"It's this feeling that makes it impossible for you to catch him, and if you're not careful you'll fall into his trap and never be able to turn around."

Li Lingge nodded in agreement. He had to admit that if he didn't have the system, he would have died at the hands of Li Changgeng twice.

"Thanks for clearing up the confusion."

He couldn't help but look at Gu Nian Li Yi a few more times, then stood up and said.

"It's time for me to go back."

Gu Nianli stood up to see him off. She watched the figure gradually disappear in the bamboo forest. She stood at the gate of the courtyard for a long time.

Nanyue, Imperial Palace.

Wenren Houcong tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He got up and walked towards Shengde Palace, picking up the Yingfeng sword that had been covered in dust for many years.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, ready to draw it.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the sword did not move at all and did not come out of its sheath at all.

He was not a cultivator, and years of taking medicinal pills had already destroyed his physical condition. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull out the sword in his hand.

Eunuch Liu on the side immediately stepped forward and spoke tentatively.

"Your Majesty, please let this old slave come."

Wenren Houcong handed over the Yingfeng Sword in his hand breathlessly, still feeling somewhat unwilling.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't even pull out a sword.

However, Eunuch Liu gritted his teeth and pulled it out several times, but it didn't move at all.

Wenren Houcong glanced at Eunuch Liu with disdain, and felt inexplicably balanced in his heart.

"Pull them out together."

As he spoke, he grasped the hilt of the sword, while Eunuch Liu grasped the scabbard, and they both exerted force at the same time.

Canglang!

Wenren Houcong staggered and fell onto the dragon throne, his rusty sword unsheathed.

Looking at the rusty Yingfeng sword in his hand, he seemed to see himself.

“It’s rusty.”

Eunuch Liu on the side said softly.

"Your Majesty has not used it for twenty-three years."

"Twenty-three years."

Wenren Houcong's thoughts seemed to have gone back to twenty-three years ago, when he was also full of vigor and vitality.

He held the sword in his hand and slowly stood up.

"Someone, bring my horse here."

Soon, a horse was led into Shengde Palace.

Wenren Houcong pulled the saddle and tried to climb onto the horse.

But he tried twice in a row and couldn't get up.

Seeing this, Eunuch Liu immediately stepped forward, put his shoulder against his buttocks, and then pushed him onto the saddle.

Wenren Houcong mounted his horse and rode around Shengde Palace twice, holding the reins.

After only two laps, he dismounted, panting.

Over the years, his health has deteriorated significantly.

Even the elixir could not restore him to the man he once was.

Soon, the plump Concubine Dong walked into Shengde Palace with a cloak in her arms.

She put the cloak on Wenren Houcong and asked with some heartache.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?"

Wenren Houcong, who was leaning on the dragon throne and breathing heavily, spoke.

"I just want to ride a horse, it's okay, it's okay."

Concubine Dong had already seen through his thoughts and said softly.

"Your Majesty wants to lead the army in person. This is beyond reproach for the sake of the country and the people, and I, your concubine, cannot say anything."

As she spoke, her voice was choked.

"But marching and fighting is exhausting, and the danger is unpredictable. If something happens to your majesty, what will I do?"

Concubine Dong held Wenren Houcong's hand tightly, covering her face and sobbing softly.

Seeing his beloved concubine in this state, Wenren Houcong felt helpless.

"The Chu army is now unstoppable, but there are no generals left in the court. The ancestral foundation of Nanyue cannot be destroyed in my hands."

"His Majesty."

Concubine Dong threw herself into Wenren Houcong's arms, and her tears wet the dragon robe.

Wenren Houcong raised his head and sighed, knowing his own pain.

It has been thirty years. How could he have turned his ancestral deity into this state?

Jia Mansion.

As a jar of wine rolled to the ground, Jia Wenhe, who never drank, became a little drunk.

Yan Donglou, who was sitting opposite, was shaking a little as he held the chopsticks.

"Thirteen rebel armies, seventy-two rebel kings, South Vietnam is completely finished."

He threw away the chopsticks in his hand and let out a long sigh.

I never expected that it would come to this just because of Sara South Vietnam.

At the beginning, he strongly supported the mutual trade between the two countries, and it was he who urged Hu Meilin to take the initiative to send troops. Now the mutual trade between the two countries has been cancelled, Hu Meilin has died in battle, and the border army has been defeated.

If Your Majesty wants to give an explanation to the people of the world, he will be the first person to die.

"Brother Jia, do you think I still have a chance to survive?"

Jia Wenhe squinted his eyes and glanced at Yan Donglou, pinching his fingers slightly, as if muttering to himself.

"There is still a glimmer of hope."

Hearing this, Yan Donglou immediately stepped forward and asked carefully.

"What life?"

Jia Wenhe leaned back in his chair and closed his heavy eyes.

"Give Li Lingge the irrefutable evidence that the Crown Prince of Chu secretly sold grain and grass to Nanyue. Whether he can survive depends on his mood."

Yan Donglou lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

In order to save Nanyue, he made a deal with the Prince of Chu and purchased a batch of food and fodder that could support Hu Meilin in fighting a war.

Of course, this money came from His Majesty's treasury.

But, can such a simple piece of evidence make Li Lingge show leniency?

"What I am more worried about now is whether I can survive until the Chu army enters the city."

It's not even certain whether he can survive tomorrow morning's court session, and already many court officials are reporting him.

Jia Wenhe's voice became a little weak.

"Internal strife at this moment will only benefit the State of Chu. Your Majesty will understand this."

After all, Yan Donglou has been in the cabinet for many years and has many cronies. Your Majesty will not wield the butcher knife until this big tree has completely fallen.

Moreover, there is no point in killing Yan Donglou now.

He turned his head to look at the starry sky outside and muttered.

"I am the one who has no chance of survival."

The next day, morning.

Wenren Houcong threw the military newspaper in his hand onto the dragon table and stood up suddenly.

"After the Chu army marched south, they marched eastward for thousands of miles, as if they were entering an uninhabited area!"

"Now, they have reached Tongguan, and even Dongdu has fallen."

"The cities along the way were either defeated or surrendered. There was not a single garrison commander in the entire Eastern Capital who could resist the Chu army."

Bang bang bang!

Wenren Houcong slammed the dragon table heavily and said angrily.

"In the past 250 years, South Vietnam has never suffered such a great humiliation!"

"How can I face my ancestors? How can you face the imperial court?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wenren Houcong coughed for a while and sat back on the throne dejectedly.

The Minister of War stood up and spoke in a resounding voice.

“Your Majesty, it was Lord Yan who wanted to trade with the State of Chu, it was Lord Yan who insisted on switching from rice to mulberry, and it was Lord Yan who repeatedly urged Hu Meilin to fight a decisive battle with the Chu army.

Now that Hu Meilin has died in battle, thirteen bandit armies and seventy-two rebel groups have emerged in South Vietnam, the Eastern Capital has been lost, and the Chu army has reached Tongguan.

I have no troops to mobilize and no generals to send to South Vietnam, so how can Lord Yan not make mistakes?"

Yan Donglou immediately retorted.

"Changing rice crops to mulberry trees is a national policy designated by Your Majesty. It benefits the country and the people. If it weren't for the severe drought, the court would have been rich and strong by now. This is beyond human power to predict.

Hu Meilin and Yuwen Ji joined forces and almost broke Zhenyuan City. If it weren't for Li Lingge who showed up halfway and used his magic to cast thunderbolts, our Nanyue army would have already taken control of Chu."

He plopped down to his knees.

"I am sincere, Your Majesty, please understand!"

"Stop arguing!" Wenren Houcong clenched his fists. "It's already this late, and you're still fighting!"

Canglang!