"A letter from Governor Huang? Could it be from the Meng's? "
Liyun recalled the contents of the alliance between Huang Song and them. His heart tightened.
"Although the Meng's of Cangzhou are strong, it won't be easy for them to take advantage of Huang Song." Qiguan Rang fanned the feather fan in his hand, a cold smile on his lips. The light in his eyes seemed to be able to see through souls. "Huang Song's letter has a deep meaning."
Sun Wen, who was sitting beside him, felt the warmth being blown away by the cold wind. The old man furrowed his brows and secretly moved his mat to the side.
He finally understood why Feng Zhen and Wei Ci were unwilling to sit beside Qiguan Rang.
The Northern Borderline was remote and the winter was colder than the Central Plains. It was late autumn, and everyone wished they could carry a hot water pot in their hands, a charcoal basin in their arms, and wrap themselves in warm clothes. Who would use a feather fan to fan themselves in this season?
Haha, unfortunately, the person beside him was that weirdo.
Even though Sun Wen appeared calm, his brows twitched along with the rhythm of Qiguan Rang's fanning. He seemed to be enduring something.
Everyone's attention was on Qiguan Rang. Only the audience sympathized with Sun Wen.
Zhibaocao: "Hahaha, I feel cold even through the screen. Master Qiguan really didn't do it on purpose?"
Dusk Sunset: "I don't know if it was on purpose. I only know that Master Qiguan ruined the phrase 'feather fan and silk cloth'. Every time I read this phrase, I always think of Master Qiguan standing in the snow and ice, smiling and fanning himself. "
Weiwei Chunfeng: "To the one above, that's enough. Just thinking about that image makes me stick a few more heat pads."
Occasionally holding a fan and pretending to be profound is pretentious and classy.
Fanning yourself in the middle of winter is considered crazy.
However, even if he was crazy, Qiguan Rang was still a prince charming!
The audience laughed and chatted, but the atmosphere in the main tent was not so relaxed. It was like a lump of thick ink that could not be melted, making one feel strangely suffocated.
"Meaning? Military Advisor Qiguan, I really can't tell. What meaning can there be in this? "
Liyun read Huang Song's letter repeatedly. The first half was about greeting his lord and reminiscing about old times. The second half was a brief mention of the situation on the battlefield.
Jiang Pengji formed an alliance with Huang Song so that the rear would not have any worries. The latter would help her stall the Meng family in Cangzhou.
Qiguan Rang sneered, "Commandant Li, do you really think that Governor Huang is so useless?"
The Lord had already taken control of the Northern Borderline. Huang Song had many advisors under his command, but they couldn't do anything to the Meng family of Cangzhou?
Li Yun thought about it carefully and said, "Although Governor Huang controls the land of a prefecture, Haozhou has only recently escaped from the chaos of war. In terms of wealth and military strength, Haozhou cannot compete with Cang Prefecture. Prefecture Magistrate Huang delayed the Meng family for his lord, preventing the Meng family's army from entering the Northern Borderline. Yun thought that was their limit. Now that Prefecture Governor Huang's army is running low on provisions, it's normal for him to seek help from the Lord. "
Qiguan Rang was about to speak when Jiang Pengji, who was sitting at the head of the table, suddenly interrupted.
"When did Bogao become a prefecture overseer?"
Before the war at Beijiang, Huang Song had been a county governor.
The officials in the tent: "…"
My lord, you've missed the point …
Wei Ci said, "A few months ago, the former Haozhou magistrate passed away due to illness. His sons were incompetent and none of them could inherit his father's position. His sons jointly recommended Huang Song, and Huang Song offered 100,000 dans of provisions to the imperial court. The young emperor was very pleased and agreed to this matter, appointing Huang Song as the new Haozhou magistrate. "
When Huang Song was promoted, Jiang Pengji and the Northern Borderline were in a heated battle. How could she have the time to care about this matter?
Jiang Pengji smacked her lips and a smile hung on her face. "After all, which son doesn't want to inherit his father's family business? The position of Haozhou's Prefecture Magistrate didn't fall into the hands of his sons. Instead, it was taken by Huang Song. It would be a joke to say that his sons did it willingly. "
In troubled times, the one with the bigger fist had the final say.
Huang Song's power spread throughout the entire Haozhou. If the position of Prefecture Magistrate fell into someone else's hands, Huang Song would be done for.
Speaking of this, Jiang Pengji suddenly thought of a detail.
"Bogao offered 100,000 dans of provisions to the imperial court as a tribute?"
100,000 dans of provisions was not a small amount, but it wasn't a lot either.
For an ordinary army, 100,000 dans of provisions could last them for a while, but for the imperial court, it was just a drop in the bucket.
Not to mention anything else, the salaries of the imperial court officials were huge food consumers. 100,000 dans of provisions wouldn't take long.
Feng Zhen laughed. "I heard that the young emperor in Chenzhou is having a hard time. He owes the officials several months of salaries, and there are huge gaps in his expenses. Without the 100,000 dans of provisions that Magistrate Huang offered as a tribute, I'm afraid the young emperor wouldn't even be able to afford his morning porridge. "
The royal family of Dongqing was now only an empty shell.
"Chenzhou is rich in resources and the people are rich. How can it not even provide for the daily expenses of the imperial court?"
Jiang Pengji hadn't paid attention to the news of the royal family for a long time.
After the Huangshui Meeting, the royal family was afraid that the feudal lords would seize their power, so they schemed against each other.
Jiang Pengji left early with her people and focused on developing her own territory.
After so many years, Jiang Pengji couldn't help but sigh when she heard that the royal family was in such a miserable state.
"The young emperor is young and ignorant. He doesn't know the hardships of the people. The empress dowager is the regent — she has illicit relationships with many ministers in private. She only thinks about enjoying herself all day long. How could she have the time to rectify the affairs of the imperial court? In the long run, even 10 Chenzhou wouldn't be able to withstand such extravagance, let alone one Chenzhou. " Feng Zhen laughed. "Moreover, before the fake emperor withdrew from Chenzhou, he plundered the wealth of the people. Chenzhou is no longer as prosperous as it once was."
The fake emperor retreated after plundering, leaving only a dilapidated Chenzhou for the royal family.
The young emperor was young and ignorant. The empress dowager was in the prime of her life.
The mother was strong and the son was weak!
The empress dowager was in charge of state affairs, but she didn't have any talent. She only knew how to enjoy herself and spend without restraint.
It was expected that Chenzhou, which had already suffered a great loss of vitality, would end up in such a poor and weak state.
Jiang Pengji tapped her fingers on the table and narrowed her eyes.
"Chenzhou … it's a waste of resources in the hands of the royal family."
It was good enough that the royal family could gather 20,000 to 30,000 troops. Most of them were old, weak, sick, or disabled. How could they guard the huge Chenzhou?
Feng Zhen said, "You're not the only one who thinks like you, my lord. It's just that no one dares to stand out. "
The royal family was dilapidated, but it was still the royal family.
If they wanted to take Chenzhou, they would have to destroy the royal family. That meant tearing apart the last layer of Dongqing's fig leaf.
The feudal lords were afraid that they would become the target of public criticism. Therefore, during the Huangshui Meeting, none of the feudal lords dared to covet Chenzhou.
But now …
The situation was different.
Jiang Pengji put the matter of Chenzhou aside and changed the topic to the core of the meeting.
"Just now, Hanmei asked … Wenzheng hasn't given an answer."
The corner of Qiguan Rang's mouth twitched.
If his lord hadn't interjected and changed the topic to such a remote place, would Qiguan Rang have dragged it out and not answered?
Qiguan Rang said, "Commander Li has underestimated Magistrate Huang's ability."
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