Chapter 89: Decide Next A sword is only suitable for holding in the hand and playing with.
It is not as useful as a short spear on the battlefield.
Spirits were not a rare commodity among the top elites of the Yuan Dynasty, and they were far inferior to the grape wine shipped thousands of miles across the sea by the Great Eaters.
But the sword and strong wine presented by His Highness the Crown Prince were completely different.
That means that Sangge Shili has been appreciated by two generations of emperors at the same time, and his personal future is limitless.
After all, he is a rising star, and Sangge Shili is not as familiar with the internal secrets of the royal family as Hama.
After receiving the gift from Prince Aiyou Shilida La, I was so moved that my blood surged.
I wish I could spread my wings and fly to Bianliang, and use my sharp tongue to talk about the return of the hero, in order to reward the prince and the emperor for their respect for me.
However, in the past two years, the treasury of the Yuan Dynasty was empty, and various government agencies were severely short of funds.
So not far after leaving Gyeonggi Province, he couldn't find a qualified mount to replace along the way.
With the enthusiasm in my heart, I forced myself to walk more than 600 miles south, and finally arrived in Shunde.
Suddenly, another bad news came to my ears.
Siti's troops rescued Shi Moyi Sun, but fell into a trap set by a large number of thieves, and the entire army was wiped out.
"Damn it!"
Sang Ge unexpectedly took out the sword given by the prince from his waist and slashed it hard on the stone trough where the horses were fed.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The horse that had been running for many days was startled, raised its head, and screamed in protest.
"You loser who only eats grass and doesn't work, don't scream anymore, I will stab you with my sword."
Sang Ge turned his sword sideways and slapped his mount twice, gritting his teeth.
Encircle the point and call for reinforcements, surround the point and call for reinforcements.
No one in the civil and military circles in the court saw such a simple strategy, and no one thought of giving Maili Gusi a warning.
Those old men with corpses on their backs have been wondering what they are doing all day long, or are they really being bribed by Butcher Zhu, as popular rumors say, and they wish that the Yuan Dynasty would fall as soon as possible.
The latter theory has been widely circulated in teahouses and restaurants in the capital city recently.
Sangge Shili originally thought the rumors were absurd, but as he got closer and closer to the power center of the Yuan Dynasty, he felt more and more that the rumors were not necessarily groundless.
At present, almost everyone knows which families control the north-south trade in the capital city.
There are rows of hydraulic workshops along the Sanggan River.
It is basically clear who funded the construction and to whom the products were sold.
If Hama, Yuekuochaer, Dingzhu, Tulu Timur and others had not secretly communicated with Zhu Butcher, how could Zhu Butcher make them earn so much gold and silver every year.
To take a step back, if it were not for the huge dividends brought by the distribution of wool, textiles and other southern goods, how could Hama and other dying veterans do everything possible to prevent the imperial court from sending troops to Huaiyang?
As the saying goes, if you convict him first, you won't have to worry about finding evidence.
The more he followed a certain dark train of thought, the more Sang Ge lost his mind and realized that the Yuan court was full of treacherous officials.
If you want to revive the imperial court and restore the glory of the Mongolian ancestors, you must replace it with fresh blood and replace it with young heroes like yourself who are energetic and loyal to the imperial court.
However, he is currently on an envoy to Liu Thief Futong, so he must not look back immediately.
Therefore, the only way is to follow the example of Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of Shu Han Dynasty, and make a speech in court.
Thinking of this, Sangge Shili carefully put away his sword and walked back to the lobby of the inn.
"Bring me a pen, I want to write a letter to Your Majesty and the Prince."
The clerk at the inn, who dared to provoke this guy who seemed to have an extraordinary background, hurriedly found pens, inks, paper and inkstones for him to use.
Brother Sang didn't care whether others looked at him strangely or not.
He was full of passion and splashed ink, saying, "Your Majesty entrusts me with a heavy responsibility, and I am very frightened.
Every night along the way, I tossed and turned, thinking only about how to cut off the thieves and return to the throne."
Zhujiu Ding, in order to reward Your Majesty and the Prince for their great kindness in knowing and promoting me.
However, I have heard that "those who want to fight against external diseases must first take care of themselves."
Internal diseases must be eliminated first, and external evils will naturally be difficult to invade.
This is what doctors call internal diseases.
The five internal organs are exhausted, the meridians are stagnant, and the blood vessels are blocked.”
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Faintly compared several powerful officials in the current dynasty to Shen Ke with five internal organs and six internal organs, which must be removed decisively with strong medicine.
Then introduce new blood, eradicate old shortcomings, strengthen ourselves from the inside out, and then recruit heroes from all over the world to eliminate the bandits one by one.
After writing the memorial, Sang Gesuli sealed it in a leather bag and handed it over to his trusted bodyguard.
He ordered him to return to Dadu at night and asked his father to enter the palace quickly and present it to His Majesty the Yuan Emperor.
I thought that after the memorial was previewed by His Majesty the Emperor, I would immediately return the capital with the imperial edict and replace him with a less important person to continue his mission to Bianliang.
Therefore, for the next seven or eight days, he changed his hurried appearance and deliberately walked extremely slowly.
Unexpectedly, the expected edict did not come.
On the ninth day, he received a letter written by his father, Wang Jianu.
Opening the envelope, there were only four big words inside, "Mind your own business."
"How could this be a nosy matter?"
Sang Ge took a look at it and realized that the memorial he wrote with passion was swallowed up by his father Wang's slaves and was not sent to the palace at all.
His teeth were clenched with hatred, and his eyes were spitting smoke and fire.
"My lord, I said, if you don't want your whole family to die, just go as an envoy to Bianliang.
Although Liu Futong has a bad reputation, since he claims to be the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, he won't do anything too embarrassing."
The general was obviously morning I was prepared, quickly looked around, and said sternly, "If you want to continue to have your own way, please, after returning to Dadu, move out of your home first, sever ties with his father and son, and have nothing to do with each other from now on."
"Nonsense, my father is loyal to Dayuan."
Sang Ge was furious and swung his riding crop towards the general.
The latter was beaten until his face was covered with blood, but he did not dodge.
Looking straight at him, he said loudly: "My lord, if you don't believe it, you can send someone back to ask.
Is it true that the old man taught the little man to say these words himself?
If the little man memorizes a word wrong, he will be damned."
"Thunder struck" "If I don't ask, you are just talking nonsense.
You slave is obviously lazy, so you took it upon yourself to seize my letter and run back and forth in vain."
Knowing that the other party might be telling the truth, Sang Ge lost his mind but continued to wave like crazy. whip.
If his father, Wang Jianu, would rather sever the father-son relationship with him than help him send a memorial to the palace, it can only mean one thing: his father is also an accomplice of those group of traitorous ministers who are harming the country.
And he, sooner or later, would need to make a choice between Dayuan and his father.
"My lord, my lord, please save your energy.
We have a long way to go next."
Seeing that Sang Ge was out of control, several other generals prepared to beat the messenger to death, as it would be unavoidable for him to be hurt by something.
They gathered around one after another, pulling the arms of those who pulled the arms, and the reins of the horses.
"You, you are all a bunch of bastards, slackers and useless trash."
Sang Ge lost his whip and had nowhere to vent the remaining anger in his heart.
He yelled at his followers until his throat bled, then he spat out bright red foam and rode on fiercely to continue moving forward.
This time, he didn't drag his feet on the road, and walked very fast.
We were about to reach the edge of the Yellow River, and we were about to ask the local government for help in recruiting ships.
But he saw several messengers carrying corner flags rushing out of the Yamen.
Sang Ge was well-informed, and as soon as he saw the color of the corner flag, he knew that there was another military emergency.
Without even thinking about riding his horse to block the opponent's way, he yelled loudly, "Stop, what happened to make you so panicked?"
He knew the general situation of several messengers, but several messengers did not recognize him, a fast-rising newcomer in the DPRK.
Seeing that someone dared to block the horse in the middle of the official road, he was so angry that he waved his whip and whipped his pocket, "Where did the lonely wild ghost come from that is impatient to live?
Come here, I will make it happen for you."
"If you dare to kill me, beat my master."
When the generals saw him, they quickly stepped forward to protect him.
Helplessly, his movements were a little slower, and he saw Sang Ge being pulled off his horse in an accident, with a bloody head.
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"Don't fight.
My lord is the Fourth Rank Councilor of Zhongshu Province.
You can't afford to wait."
In desperation, a family member pulled out Sang Ge's lost official robe from behind the saddle and shook it in the wind.
"Don't fight.
Fight again.
I Let the emperor copy your nine clans" "What a bullshit, fourth-grade councilor.
If my elders hadn't been there to support him on the Yellow River, he would have been killed by the red scarf bandits.
If you don't have anything to do, squat in the city to gain weight, and show off your ass in front of me."
The messengers knew they were trespassing.
Disaster, but refused to give in.
Holding the riding whip high, he continued to bleat and huff.
"Okay, okay, you guys have the guts."
Sang Ge stumbled and stood up from the ground.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face and gritted his teeth.
"If you have the guts, tell me your name as an adult.
I'll find it myself."
He goes to ask for justice."
"Report it, just report it, I'm afraid of you."
The leader of the messenger was also very courageous.
He pouted his lips and puffed up his chest, and responded loudly, "My lord is Pingzhang of Jiangbei Province, Henan Province, who was granted the title by the emperor.
He is the marshal of the Baoyi Army.
His surname is Li and his name is Siqi.
"Boy, if you dare to block my master's military information document, you deserve to die."
"I am the Councilor of the Zhongshu Provincial Committee, and I have the right to participate in all military and state affairs."
Sang Ge was so angry that he was shaking with anger, but his tone of voice had to be lowered a bit.
"You, let me tell you, what urgent military situation is there that makes you dare to ram into my Lord's car?"
Li Siqi was originally Zhao Junyong's favorite general.
He surrendered to the court a few years ago when he was fighting against the Red Turban Army.
In peacetime, for a demoted general like this who has no foundation, no matter how high his position is, Sang Ge would dare to knock on his door if he loses his temper.
However, now is different from previous years.
Li Siqi maintains an army of 40,000 to 50,000, and the garrison is close to the Yellow River.
If he forces the other party into panic, he will fall to the Red Scarf Army again.
I am afraid that even if Tuohuan Timur admires someone, he will have to use his head to appease public anger.
After the messengers learned of Sang Ge's identity, they were also worried.
Hearing that, the other party relaxed at first, and immediately went downhill, "It's not that the little people are short-sighted, but the military situation is really important.
Well, Lord Shi Mo, the Xuanwei envoy in eastern Zhejiang, was beheaded by Hu Dahai three days ago.
His troops The troops and horses were once again wiped out.
Now, the two thieves Hu and Xu have joined forces and pushed into Jianning Road.
Master Chen Youding is unable to support himself, and the whole province of Jiangsu and Zhejiang is in danger."