Chapter 87 Duan's successor?

"Oh? Is this king wrong to blame you?"

Brother Meng is also interested, wanting to see if this person is really smart or a brazen and brainless person.

"It's the old minister's mistake of words, and I ask the Great Khan to make amends."

Tatamu had already broken the jar, but seeing that the situation seemed to be turning around, his mind became active.

"Keep talking."

"We have a lot of good generals in Great Mongolia, and our soldiers are also brave and invincible. The whole Song Dynasty is as simple as picking something out of a bag. The prestige of the sweat can scare the pussy emperor of the Song Dynasty to death. I think these tasks can be entrusted to the prince below. Finished, Khan only needs to sit and guard Mongolia, and he can take down the entire country with a wave of his hand. Wouldn't it greatly increase the prestige of our Mongolian army, sweating profusely, as long as the prince takes action, the Central Plains can be wiped out, and other princes can be trained. It's the best of both worlds."

Hearing this, even the generals had to admire Tatamu's eloquence. Sure enough, Meng Ge laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, good, good, Tatamu, this king has underestimated you, come here, get me a pen and paper."

The accompanying civil servants immediately fetched paper and pens and put them in front of Mengge's desk. Mengge wrote two letters in Mongolian and pressed the king's seal at the back to show his identity, and then folded them up and handed them over. Gave it to the civil servant.

"Send this letter back to Mongolia as quickly as possible, and hand it over to Prince Kublai Khan. There must be no mistakes."

"Yes, Khan."

"You all go down! Tatamu stays."

"Weichen will leave."

All the generals knelt down and saluted, and then withdrew from the king's tent. No one knew what they were talking about. They only heard laughter from the parade soldiers from time to time, and they didn't know if it was true or not.

...

After seven days in a row, there was no movement in the camp of the Mongolian army, which greatly relieved the guards of Xiangyang City.

Guo Jing stood on the city wall and looked at the Mongolian army camp. The cold wind was blowing, making his robe rustle. Even he didn't know why the Mongolian army didn't attack the city for so long. Kuai estimated that he would be furious, but he didn't expect that seven days had passed, and there was still no movement from Mongolia.

After these few days of recuperation, Guo Jing's injuries have fully recovered, and he is not worried even if the Mongolian army comes to attack him now.

Huang Rong silently came to Guo Jing's side, looking at the bleak battle in front of her.

On the battlefield, when it was confirmed that the Mongols would not come to attack the city three days ago, Guo Jing ordered people to cremate and bury the corpses of the Mongolian soldiers. Therefore, there was no such scene of corpses everywhere on the battlefield, otherwise the stench would be so bad that it would easily cause plague.

"Brother Jing, it's a bit cold up here, let's go down!"

Guo Jing shook his head and asked, "Rong'er, what do you think Brother Meng is thinking? Why did the army refuse to move out?"

"To be honest, even Rong'er doesn't know what's going on, we'd better wait and see what happens, and use the same to cope with all changes!"

Although Huang Rong is smart and has an intelligence close to that of a monster, she is not omnipotent, let alone a god, and she cannot guess anything out of thin air.

"That's right."

"Brother Jing, do you know how Wuji stabilized your injury at that time?"

"At that time, I only felt that he was a little bit on a few of my acupuncture points, and there was a piece of Zhiyang Zhenqi in it to suppress the spread of poison, otherwise I was afraid that I would have to heal outside this city."

Guo Jing just thought it was an ordinary acupressure technique, and didn't think much about it. It was Huang Rong who was treated by the Yiyang Finger, not him, so he didn't know much about the internal use of the Yiyang Finger.

"Brother Jing, you don't know that what Wuji uses is not an ordinary acupuncture technique. If I'm not mistaken, it should be Duan's Yiyang finger, but it's a little different. I guess he added his own experience like Senior Brother Zhu. Use it!"

Guo Jing was taken aback, "No way! Wuji's surname is Zhang, and the Duan family belongs to the royal family, so he won't change his name. How could he acquire a yang finger? Could it be that Rong'er, you misunderstood it? "

"How could it be! Rong'er saved her life because of Master Yideng's Yiyang finger, how could she admit her mistake?"

Huang Rong gave him a blank look.

"Then why is that?"

"Oh! Brother Jing, you are so stupid. Brother Zhu doesn't have a surname of Duan, and you know how to get that yang finger."

"Oh, what Rong'er means is that Wuji is under the tutelage of Emperor Duan!"

"I don't know if the teacher is Master Yideng, but he must be a master of the Duan family. Otherwise, he would not have such a profound Yiyang finger, which can control this poison in an instant. Brother Jing, you But a body that is invulnerable to all poisons."

Guo Jing also nodded, he didn't expect such a thing to happen, it's still Rong'er who is careful!

"Or we'll ask him later."

"That's exactly what I mean. I think Brother Jing doesn't just want to ask, does he? See, it's time for dinner."

Guo Jing saw that Xiao Jiujiu in his heart was discovered by Huang Rong, his old face couldn't help but blush, and he didn't know how to explain it, so he could only smile naively.

"Hmph, let's go! My hero Guo."

Huang Rong didn't intend to make things difficult for him. The food tasted really good that day, but there was still some gap between her and her. She thought to herself, she must study hard in another day, or Brother Jing would have to read it all the time. Don't eat the dishes I cook.

The couple walked together supporting each other like this, even though the daughter was already grown up, it didn't affect the relationship between them at all. Walking together, Huang Rong's every move and smile was like that of a girl in first love. I really envy others!

...

In Pinxianju, there are already quite a few people from the rivers and lakes and the generals who defended the city, even Lu Wenhuan is rare. Here, opposite is Zhu Ziliu, drinking tea and drinking wine alone, it is very happy.

"Brother Zhu, Wen Huan has an important job in the army, so it's inconvenient to drink alcohol, so I have to replace wine with tea. I respect you."

"Your Majesty Lu, you're being polite. Xiangyang is important. Come on, let's have a drink."

Zhu Ziliu didn't mind either, after all, it's no joke for someone else to hold an important position in guarding the city.

"Don't call me Mr. Lu when you are outside. If you are a few years older than me, just call me Wen Huan."

Lu Wenhuan also knew that he was very capable, so if he wanted to make friends, he would naturally not put on airs.

"You're welcome, I'm a commoner now, how can I be like this, brother Lu please take care of me!"

After all, he raised the wine glass in his hand.

"please"

"please"

Before the food was served, the wine had already been drunk a lot, and there were sounds of clinking glasses and drinking everywhere, which was already very lively.

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In the pavilion on the second floor, Yang Guo and Ke Zhen'e were fighting for alcohol. Since the incident last time, Yang Guo ordered someone to make a half-face mask, so he can't let others eat, so hide out by himself!

"Hiss, good wine, Fu'er, has this kid Wuji drank?"

Ke Zhen'e had already drank eight cups of spirits, and was a little drunk, but he didn't feel drunk at all when he heard Yang Guo's words. Even after changing clothes, he pretended to drink to lie to himself, so he pulled Guo Fu to help testify. Coming to Yang Guo's place, I was even more delighted, and quickly followed.