The world is in a big uproar.

Nanyue is rude? Why is it rude? Didn’t a concubine, the Nanyue princess, just died? Isn’t the matter not over yet? Is there anything else to do?

The Nanyue court heard the news just after the siege of the siege of the city and the "taxes" were handed over to the Daxia border army.

Tan Xiang was so angry that his face turned blue.

The courtiers looked carefully at his face, then at each other, and finally looked at the crown prince.

This kind of thing is really not what they dare to talk too much.

The king now only asked the eunuch to send a message from the deep palace after three or five days. He either asked the emperor's grandson about food and clothing, or the body of the princess, or the lack of political destiny.

Now the Nanyue court is simply talking about the prime minister's power on behalf of the emperor.

He will do the aftermath of what he caused himself. Who made him so capable?

Tan Xiang took a deep breath.

The emperor, who was about to comfort him, quickly shut up again and waited for him to speak.

"Go check it, what happened?"

The conversation is gloomy and ugly from the voice to the expression.

The emperor's grandson hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I heard that on the way back, Zhong Lang was secretly touched, but it was true?"

Tan Xiang glanced at him lightly and said nothing.

But a military officer next to him couldn't help but smiled and said, "No! The national master asked the general to quietly inform Zhong Huan's itinerary of Zhong Huan's trip.

"Qian Dasheng is a wealthy man in the world. He asked his eldest daughter to inherit the family business, so that's fine. But later he had to hand it over to a nephew who came out of nowhere. The second wife's life was not as comfortable as her parents' home, and she had long complained. Can she let it go? Naturally, she sent someone to chase her and kill her!

"The national master sent someone to the second lady to touch Zhong Lang's whereabouts. Unfortunately, Zhong Lang was so lucky that the Daxia mission finally emerged, so it was difficult to start..."

The military officer was so whispering that the ministers suddenly realized.

The crown prince frowned slightly and asked, "So, Zhong Lang has already suffered our losses, but because the people from the mission appeared, they were not wiped out?"

The ministers were stunned. The military officer was even more speechless.

Tan Xiang snorted and slowly spoke: "It was Xiao Yun who saved Zhong Huan. The Xiao family guarded the northern border and fought against the Northern Di was the barrier of the Central Plains. If he really killed his only son, he would make him give up the northern border and deal with my Dayue, he would be afraid that he would not end well."

"Then our people left a handle?" The crown prince couldn't help but ask again, looking straight at the military officer.

Sure enough, Tan Xiang's face turned cold and his eyes were no longer kind when he looked at him: "How could the national master be so stupid? Is the emperor's grandson looking down on me?"

"I was thinking that if there was no handle left, then this matter seemed to have nothing to do with us. Even if Zhong Lang was in danger in our country, it was his own family matter..."

The crown prince seemed to have not noticed Tan Xiang's face at all. He naturally looked at the ministers, spread his hands open, and discussed the matter. "If it weren't for this, why would it be rude? The reason for Daxia to attack me is not very sufficient?"

As he said that, he turned to Hong Ci, the Minister of the Honglu Temple: "Hong Qing, can you tell me about the news with Daxia? What does it mean?"

"The people have already told the world that we are going to beat us, and His Royal Highness the Grandpa still wants to ask what it means? Isn't this kind of practice naive children's play? What's the point?" Tan Xiang looked at him coldly.

The prince's grandson smiled and finally looked up and met him: "My grandfather said it very well. This approach seems very naive and even shows weakness.

"But the actual situation is that they have already made the first preparations to attack us, but we know nothing. I told Hong Qing to do this just to delay time."

As he said, he said to the ministers confidently, "In fact, Daxia is not at ease now. Although Prince Feng has returned from Xiqi, my aunt from Lin's family is not a vegetarian.

"So in comparison, this dynasty is more solid. Let's delay first. As long as we can hide it from them, we can do nothing to defend ourselves. Instead, we can cross the river directly, set up a formation, and conquer the city and land!"

The ministers were stunned and stunned.

An old minister who had white hair and hair was so excited that he knelt down and shouted to Qiansui: "The grandson grew up and can comfort my emperor!"

Everyone woke up and sang enthusiastically in unevenly:

"Taisun is so smart and skillful!"

"Your Highness is not as wise as your Highness!"

"My Daeyue has a successor! Woowoo! The old minister wants to go to Taimiao to cry first!"

It's noisy.

The crown prince showed a proud look in the praises of this voice.

So, a dull cough sounded deliberately: "Cough!"

The meeting hall suddenly calmed down.

After listening to it for thirty or forty years, the cough was so familiar.

This is a conversation about appearance, and it is an unhappy conversation about appearance.

"Crown Prince Feng of Xiqi and Empress Lin have long been irreconcilable. He married Princess Mudan from Daxia as his concubine. Daxia suddenly announced that he wanted to attack me. How could he have had a tacit understanding with Xiqi long ago?"

Tan Xiang said lightly, and the ministers changed their faces again. Even the emperor and the grandson were a little stunned, and then he kept silent with an awkward expression.

Hong Ci listened blankly.

He had seen through it long ago.

When it comes to internal strife, Daxia and Xiqi have come to an end, and the emperor, the emperor and the prince, have just begun.

"Of course, the emperor's grandson has a good idea. It is time to let the Honglu Temple drag it up, so let's make preparations as soon as possible." Tan Xiang comforted the emperor's grandson who was feeling uncomfortable, but looked at Hong Ci and sneered:

"The ancestors of your Hong family always think that the children of our aristocratic family are not bloody. Since that's the case, I'd better ask your bloody Hong family to come forward to fight against Daxia this time."

Hong Ci slowly raised his head, closed his lips and looked at Tan Xiang. After a long time, he arched his hands: "If there is a need for Da Yue, my Hong family will die. When will Your Majesty use the tiger talisman to mobilize troops, my Hong family will set off to go to the border!"

The Hong family was loyal to the Dayue, and also to the Chen family's Dayue.

If you want to send my Hong family to send troops, you will have to speak.

If you talk about someone, you will cover the sky with one hand, and you will not be able to cover the Hong family’s head!

This subtext is clear.

——Is this life-threatening?? Dare to talk to each other like this!?

All the ministers were worried about Hong Ci, and the military officer naturally felt sympathy and wanted to interrupt, so he opened his mouth, but was blocked by Tan Xiang's sneer:

"Isn't it just an imperial edict? What's the difficulty?"

As he spoke, he turned around and called Xiaohuangmen: "I ordered Hong to take charge and send troops to guard the Yangtze River. Immediately ask the disciple to issue an order, take it into the palace, and ask Your Majesty to build a seal!"
Chapter completed!