Cai Jing thinks he is not old and confused, but no matter how Cai Jing looks at Zhao Jixiang in front of him, he feels that Zhao Jixiang has signs of old and confused.

You abdicate to your son, and then your son openly said in the court that you are not worthy of being surnamed Zhao, but you still want to restore politics now?

Then why are you still staying in Bozhou?

"According to time, we should be almost at Taiyuan today. Maybe we have already fought with Wanyan Zonghan. In other words, there is not much time left for the official family."

After thinking for a while, Cai Jing thought carefully and said: "It doesn't matter whether you lose or lose now. Unless something you can't bear to say happens, the government should set off and return to Beijing to restore politics immediately."

Gao Qiu hesitated a little: "Empress Meng..."

Tong Guan also continued to stimulate Cai Jing: "Are Cai Xiang confused? He has asked Empress Dowager Meng to rule the country before going to war, and even appointed the empress and the eldest son to supervise the country. Even if something can't be said, I'm afraid..."

"Empress Meng and the Empress are both women and men. The eldest son of the emperor is young, how can he bear the national affairs!"

Since she knew that all his sons died at Zhao Huan's hands, Cai Jing has completely sacrificed his mind, and even spoke less of his concerns: "What can the government do if he stays in Bozhou? Once he returns from Taiyuan now, how can the government restore politics?

If the officials were more cruel, cleaned the court completely, and then arrested a few unscrupulous exiles from the local government for three thousand miles, what kind of memorials would be sent to Bozhou?

Once that time comes, how can the government maintain the expenses in Bozhou? Even if you, Taiwei Gao, is willing to perform Cuju, how many rewards can you get? Maybe you can afford the expenses of the 200,000 imperial guards?"

"Cai Qing is careful!"

Although Zhao Jixiang was also very curious about how much money he could get when Gao Qiu performed Cuju, Gao Qiu was not young now and was a dignified Grand Marshal. If you go to the streets to play Cuju, isn’t that nonsense?

Seeing that Cai Jing was still like a bird, Tong Guan also interrupted at the right time: "If the Empress Dowager did not allow the official to return to power, what else would he do?"

"The Empress Dowager must not allow it, but the ministers who have taken the government to take charge of the government will be in charge. Can the Empress Dowager stop him?"

Cai Jing glanced at Tong Guan, who always sang against him, and his face was full of sarcasm: "What's more, the official family is carrying 200,000 imperial guards, not 200,000 pigs!"

“…”

Zhao Jixiang's face looked very bad.

Sometimes, 200,000 imperial guards may not be able to catch up with 200,000 pigs—

The 200,000 pigs were killed so hard that they knew to escape and resist, but once the 200,000 imperial guards were killed so hard that they probably only knew to escape but not resist.

To put it bluntly, the 200,000 imperial guards brought by Zhao Jixiang against 200,000 wild boars, it is really hard to say who will win and lose...

But Cai Jing didn't care about Zhao Jixiang's expression at all.

In addition to the death of the second son Cai Xiong, the remaining sons Cai You, Cai Hui, Cai Tao, Cai Hua, and Cai Xiu were all killed by the dog emperor Zhao Huan. Even Cai Xing, Cai Hua, Cai Shu, Cai Zheng, Cai Tong and other grandsons were implicated and killed. It can be said that Cai Jing had no thoughts.

It is precisely because of this that Cai Jing is thinking about how to cause trouble for the dog emperor Zhao Huan. In addition, Cai Jing no longer cared about his own life and death, so how could he care whether Zhao Jixiang's face looked good or not.

Even Cai Jingba refused to let Zhao Jixiang die immediately after returning to Bianjing to cause trouble for Zhao Huan's dog emperor--

To a certain extent, the reason why Cai Jing ended like this is that Zhao Jixiang, the emperor, cannot escape the consequences.

Who asked him to pass the throne to that dog emperor Zhao Huan?

"Is there no other way except to return to Beijing?"

Although I was unhappy and even though I knew in my heart that Cai Jing was right, Zhao Jixiang was still unwilling to return to Bianjing.

If Zhao Huan's rebellious son loses in Taiyuan and the Jin soldiers come back to siege the city of Bianjing, wouldn't the unlucky one be himself? Who will he pass the throne to then?

"There is no other way!"

Cai Jing directly exposed Zhao Jixiang's dream: "The official's return to Beijing and resume politics at this time can be said to be worried about the present and can grasp the great power of the status and justice. If you wait for the victory from Taiyuan today, you will be afraid that everything will be too late."

Zhao Jixiang was still struggling to death: "Zong Han is not comparable to Zong Wang, and the Gao Qing family has sent people to send a formation map to Taiyuan. That rebellious son may not win, right?"

"Wanyan Zongwang is not comparable to Taiwei Gao?"

Cai Jing said mercilessly: "I have heard Taiwei Gao and Xianggong Tong talk about the situation in Bianjing. Although I am unwilling to admit it, I have to admit that I have almost defeated Wanyan Zongwang by his own efforts, and thus lifted the siege of Bianjing.

In this case, what if Wanyan Zonghan is defeated again now? At that time, although Chen and Taiwei Gao and Gong Tong will not be able to escape death, where can the second way be taken by the official family?"

"What did you say?"

Zhao Jixiang slapped the table suddenly and said angrily: "That rebellious son dares to kill his father?"

"How about Liu Yilong? How about Tuoba Gui? How about Zhu Wen? How about Yang Jian? How about Wang Yanjun? How about Li Yuanhao?"

Cai Jing sneered and continued, "Even if you don't mention these six people, what about Emperor Gaozu of Tang?"

With a clang, Zhao Jixiang was panicked and knocked over the teacup in his hand—

The first six were killed by their own sons, and the treatment of Emperor Gaozu of Tang behind was not easy to say.

But according to the current situation, even if Zhao Huan's rebellious son is not as good as the sons of the previous few people, he is afraid he will not be much worse than Li Yuan's second son.

Seeing that Zhao Jixiang had already started to panic, Cai Jing simply added another fire: "Officials, if you want to return to power, you must return to Beijing, and you must rush back to Beijing in front of the present. Otherwise, if you return to Taiyuan today, it will be a situation where everything will be over~"

...

The most basic innate need for humans is food, drink, defecation, and urination, while the most important spiritual need is to show off.

For example, although Zhao Huan, who has a silver armor and silver spear and white horse, may not be able to beat the personal guards around him, his behavior that can anger Zhao Zilong in Changshan is enough to show off.

Of course, the reason why he is cool enough to show off is that Zhao Huan is very handsome, and the kind who is particularly handsome, at least as good as several Daniel Wu’s appearance is too good. Even if he walks on the streets of Bianjing City, he doesn’t know how many girls can wet them.

If he grows like Wanyan Zongwang, he will probably be a dog that is not as good as a dog.

More importantly, Zhao Huan is not only handsome, but also rich.

As the Emperor of the Song Dynasty who was not short of money, although Zhao Huan liked the costume of silver armor, silver spear and white horse, the emperor's personal ceremonial war was not bad at all. The inner area of ​​the imperial chariot that required eighteen horses to pull at the same time was enough to be fifty or sixty square meters, and the study, bedroom and bathroom were almost complete.

With this, who dares to say that Zhao Huan is not cool enough? I guess Wanyan Zongwang doesn’t agree.

At least, civil servants, generals and ordinary people in the Song Dynasty, such as Zhong Shidao, all believed that Zhao Huan was cool enough and awesome enough, and even believed that Zhao Huan had the style of being an ancestor.

Zhao Huan scoffed at the so-called ancestor's style.

The shadow of the axe shines on the candle and is in a bad mood. He loses his nephew and loves each other. He denes his heroes with selfless faces and has lofty ambitions in the northern expedition to Fengzhuang.

At best, Zhao Er is a god of sorghum, what can I do to be arrogant? Isn’t this image better than him?

Of course, image depends on image and strength. I have long known that Zhao Huan, who has a group of pig teammates, is still very capable.

The winning rate of the Song Dynasty's army was certainly high when they were beaten to defend the city, but the winning rate of the field battle outside the city was very fucked. Wanyan Zonghan's combat ability was much more awesome than Wanyan Zongwang, and I was afraid that the battle in Taiyuan would not be easier.

But no matter how easy it is, it is actually that's the case-

In order to relieve the danger in Taiyuan, to kill Wanyan Zonghan, to be able to return to Bianjing with the power of great victory and suppress all dissatisfaction. In order to allow Zhao Jixiang to retire completely, Zhao Huan also focused on his artistic research. From the divine arm bow to the eight-ox crossbow, from hot air balloons to the big car, including palm thunder and fierce turbulent oil, Zhao Huan brought almost all the weapons and equipment he could carry, and even the craftsmen brought more than 300 to supplement the consumed firearm equipment!

Zhao Huan really doesn't believe it anymore. How can he lose by relying on his equipment's advantage in reducing the dimensionality of his surname Wan?

"How far is it from Taiyuan?"

He took the simple telescope that the craftsman had worked hard to polish for several days and looked forward, but found that he had seen nothing. Zhao Huan had to put down the telescope regretfully.

"When we go back to the official house, Taiyuan is not far ahead. According to the distance, we can reach the city of Taiyuan approximately before dark."

He put down the telescope in his hand reluctantly. Master Zhong bowed and replied, "If you continue moving forward, you will have about an hour to go, and you will meet the horse-striking of the Chao-tei of Wanyan Zong."

Although he was already seventy-five years old and was a perfect old birthday star in the Song Dynasty, Zhong Shidao's spirit was not as good as an old man, but rather like a fierce general in his battle years.

However, when Zhong Shidao faced Zhao Huan, he did not dare to slack off at all.

After all, the current government almost repels Wanyan Zongwang's army of 70,000 by oneself. Not to mention himself, even if Taizu Taizong is resurrected, it is probably just like this.

Especially the official family is now dressed in silver armor, silver spear, white horse, which is really better than Zhao Zilong, Changshan!

Zhao Huan said with a hush, "Send the order and send spies to camp and not make fires. Let the soldiers deal with cold water with cold cooked cakes first. After they have enough food and drink, they will directly deal with the ones named Wan in the afternoon and have a good breakfast in Taiyuan City tomorrow morning."

Destroy this morning food!

Although Zhao Huan's voice was very dull, Zhong Shidao heard his disdain for Wanyan Zonghan and his confidence in the victory of the Taiyuan Battle!

ps: Thanks to the evil right-wing book friends, who are very good at jujube and love fat and Jiaojiao. I love eating tangerine peel candy, and I am a hundred steps to keep the sun, and I am a soaked cannon.
Chapter completed!