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Chapter 45: The Wall Falls

After the court meeting dispersed, Song Ji quickly returned to the imperial study room and said nothing along the way.

Guan Hongye and Cui Huailu followed behind, and both knew what Song Ji was thinking.

Xu Buling took control of military power. After the fourth princess, he said at least hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses. Even if Xu Buling had no intention of being so angry, what would he give such a big tiger to let Xu Buling honestly remove military power and return to Xiliang to eat sand?

If Xu Buling took the military power and stayed in Guanzhong Road and refused to leave, wouldn’t Chang'an become a girl with a beautiful body between the father and son of the Xu family?

I definitely dare not give this military power to Xu Buling, but there is no reason for not giving it. Xu Buling won many battles and Guan Hong's achievements have not been made. I can't say bluntly that Xu Buling could rebel and forcefully suppress it, right?

What is in front of you is a dead end.

As long as Song Ji suspected Xu Buling, he would not dare to give military power. But if he did not doubt Xu Buling, would he still be called an emperor?

The three of them came to the imperial study room, and Guan Hongzhuo spoke first:

"Master, this military power cannot be given to Xu Buling. If Xu Buling is in charge of the commander, he will be at least 300,000 to 400,000 troops under his command. At the current speed, after suppressing the rebellion, the situation in the northern border may not necessarily turn around. If the Guanzhong army cannot return, Guanzhong will become an empty city..."

Cui Huailu thought about it: "If Xu Bu ordered the quelling of the rebellion to end and the northern border is not decided, will it work if he led his troops directly to the north?"

When Guan Hongzhuo heard this, his eyes lit up slightly, but he immediately shook his head:

"Just just heard the war reports in the army, there seemed to be a large killing weapon in the Xiliang army that could destroy the city and shake mountains. The three-six-four-six-meter-long city walls in Xiangyang were like paper. If Xu Buling the Fourth Queen, who brought his troops to destroy Northern Qi, wouldn't that be..."

I didn't dare to say the following words, but I understood the meaning very clearly.

Xu Buer ordered his troops to destroy the four kings first, then pacify Northern Qi, and directly unify the world, and finish all the things that Xu Lie did not accomplish. He had strong soldiers and strong horses, and had such achievements, so who should have the final say in the world?

Song Ji said I have the final say, Xu Buling said, who are you, what can Song Ji do?

At that time, Xu Buling wants to treat Song's family, it depends entirely on Xu Buling's conscience; but emperors are all alone, and having everything is impossible to develop a conscience. Even if Xu Buling has a conscience, can hundreds of thousands of people who follow the war to agree?

Although Song Ji wanted to destroy Northern Qi, he obviously did not want the Xu family to help him achieve the achievements of this emperor forever.

The two argued for a moment, and Song Ji raised his hand and said softly:

"If Xu Buling defeated Xiangyang, it is impossible not to give military power. Let's ask clearly how to destroy Xiangyang, especially the weapons used by Xu Buling to destroy the city, let Guan Hongye take the imperial edict to ask clearly."

Guan Hongye nodded slightly, thinking that this is the crucial point.

Xu Buling broke the city so quickly, obviously he had some magical weapons and weapons, looking at the city walls and passes as if nothing was there; if only the Xiliang Army had it but the imperial court did not, it would be equivalent to hanging a sword on the head of the imperial court, and this matter must be clear.

Guan Hongye and Cui Huailu also knew that it was useless to say more. After chatting for a few words, they turned around and left the imperial study room.

———

After the two left, the imperial study room became quiet, leaving only a little incense and the cicadas in the distance.

Song Ji's calm expression gradually became depressed at this time; it was like a strong man carrying a tower with ten thousand pounds on his shoulders, forcing him to fall, but the tower was too high, with holes in the foundation, and countless invisible hands were pushing and shaking on it. Even if he tried his best, the tower was still tilting down in the direction he didn't want to see.

Sitting alone in the imperial study room for a while, Song Jiqiang took a breath, suppressed the headache in his mind, stood up, walked to the portrait by the wall, and lit three incense sticks as before.

Looking at the portrait of the woman on the wall, Song Ji wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

Emperors are all lonely people. Standing at the top of the world, all emotions in their hearts should not be known to the people below. Only by being ruthless and righteous, having no relatives or friends, having no worries, and not being influenced by personal emotions can one be a good emperor.

But the emperor is just a higher person than ordinary people. When he is full of sorrow, he also wants to find someone who is trustworthy to talk to him. Even if that person doesn’t understand anything, he can’t make useful suggestions, but as long as he says what he says, the other person can listen and feel more comfort in his heart.

Song Ji stood in front of the portrait for a moment, but had not yet sorted out his mood. The little eunuch suddenly appeared inside the door and bowed and said:

"Sage, Lao Yi is back."

Song Ji's eyelids hopped slightly, and his hand clenched a little while behind him.

When Lao B comes back, he can only bring two news - either Cui Xiaowan is dead or Cui Xiaowan is gone.

If you die, Song's sorrow may be a little aggravated, but that's all; if Cui Xiaowan is gone, it means the betrayal of the Cui family. At this stormy moment, it can only be said to be bad news.

Song Ji took a breath, turned around and returned to the desk, with a calm expression:

"Come in."

Lao Yi, who was waiting outside the imperial study room, lowered his head and entered the imperial study room with a stiff face. Some of them were afraid to go forward.

Song Ji's face was calm, but he felt a chill in his heart. He tapped the table with his fingers and said calmly:

"Tell me."

Lao Yi swallowed his saliva and was struggling for a long time, so he took a step forward:

"Bei Zhi went to the Peach Blossom Sea in Youzhou. The figure of Queen Cui was gone in the canyon. Looking at the surrounding environment, I'm afraid it's been half a year... When I came out, I met a wave of intercepting assassins and tried to intercept Bei Zhi, but was killed by Bei Zhi. I forced one of them and learned that it was from the Cui family..."

Song Ji's move to knock on the table stopped, his eyes sank a little, but compared to the anger, it was more of the helplessness when the building was about to collapse.

The five major clans of Dayue, the Xiao family and the Xu family were married, and the Lu family and the Xu family were in good terms, and Song Ji could no longer trust them; the remaining three families of "Cui Wang Li", the Li family and Song Ji's political disagreement of "emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts" have never been close to each other; the only ones who can trust are the two families of "Cui Wang".

The Cui family and the Wang family are in-laws, and Cui Xiaowan is the legitimate daughter born from the marriage between the two families.

Now that Cui Xiaowan is gone, the Cui family is still ambushing the secret guards who have been investigated, and must have wanted to conceal some things.

No matter what I want to hide, it means that the Cui family and Song Ji are not the same.

Everyone pushed the wall down, and the drum broke and pounded it.

Behind the five major clans are all civil and military officials. If all civil and military officials are not on the side of the emperor, then the emperor is still called the emperor? Could it be that the secret guards outside are used to govern the world?

"Everyone betrayed my relatives... The late emperor said right. The family of meritorious families are all a group of ungrateful wolves. When they have meat, they nodded and bowed. When they have no meat, they will eat people..."

Song Ji sat in the imperial study room, looked at the Tai Chi Hall in the distance, and sighed softly.

Lao Yi lowered his head and his expression tense. It was the first time that Song Ji had heard Song Ji say such meaningless complaints, which shows how depressed the emperor's inner emotions have been.

But as a loyal servant, some things must be reported.

Lao Yi hesitated for a long time, took out the scroll from behind his waist, stepped forward and placed it on the imperial table, and said in a deep voice:

"I discovered this painting in the seclusion of Queen Cui, and on it... there is the place where Queen Cui is..."

When Song Ji heard this, his eyes moved slightly, hoping that there would be something else. After all, he knew Xiaowan's temper and was not in conflict with the world. He could not be interested in anyone except flowers and poetry, including him, the emperor on earth.

Maybe Xiaowan was tired of staying in the mountains and lived in another place. The Cui family just found someone breaking in and was afraid that the news would leak, so they sent someone to intercept it...

Thinking of this, Song Ji raised his hand and picked up the scroll and spread it gently.

But as soon as the scroll was opened, the man's hair crown and the slight end of the long spear appeared, and the entire imperial study room was obviously suppressed.

Click—

The fingers were too hard and pierced the paper of the scroll.

The faint breathing sounds fluctuated in the Yu Study room. Every breath made Lao Yi and the Secret Guard who were in it were silent.

Sweat appeared on Lao Yi's forehead, but he did not dare to look up and went to see Song Ji's face.

Song Ji's expression was still calm, but there was a little blood in his deep eyes, and the scroll of paper was trembling slightly invisible.

Rush rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rus

After a long time, the scroll slowly unfolded.

The picture of a man standing at the top of the Tai Chi Hall appears in front of him.

The scene is very familiar, because Song Ji is also a member of His Highness Tai Chi Youyun, and it is impossible not to know him.

"I wish to be a concubine in my arms, not a concubine in the imperial palace..."

Song Ji's voice was low and he slowly read out which small words below the scroll.

After many years, I haven't seen this handwriting for a long time, but I can still vaguely recognize whose handwriting it is.

This line of handwriting was like the last straw, pressing on the shoulders of the strongman who was carrying the whole world alone and could no longer take a step forward.

Lao Yi was tense and had great martial arts skills. He could hear Song Ji's disordered breathing and violent heartbeat. He spoke softly:

"The Lord calms down, this matter... this matter will be arranged..."

Song Ji had a tense face without any expression. He closed the scroll and put it at hand. After a long time, he said word by word:

"The Xu family will rebel. Well, I don't have to worry about it. I will pass on a secret order to Wang Chenghai, the chief governor of the Liaoxi Protectorate. If there is any change in Guanzhong, there is no need to listen to the court order to abandon Youzhou and protect the three kings in the eastern part. I will send Wang Chenghai's family out of Chang'an overnight to avoid any worries."

Lao Yi shook slightly and bent lowered: "The Lord is preparing..."

"Go down and pass on the order. As long as Empress Cui is alive, Xu Buling can use it as evidence to expose the matter of Lock Dragon Gu and Song Yu. She can kill and kill, but cannot be killed. My crime in history books is nothing more than adding a "blame of brothers and feet, murder of loyal and kind."

"……,promise……"
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