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Chapter 241

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Li Chengqian fell silent.

This matter was too important.

Putting everything else aside, if the crisis of the Guanlong Group was really resolved according to Zhang Feng's words, it would indeed be effective. However, he still did not know the deeper meaning behind it.

But what if this operation, for example, was to let people know that the Crown Prince had personally come to the drill ground at the Longyou border? What kind of effect would that have?

Presumably, the Turks would be the first to not let him off?

Then, let's talk about a double-edged sword!

Once the Turks could not help but assassinate him, then an all-out war would be triggered!

Although it was good to attack Wei to rescue Zhao, the prerequisite was that Guan Long and the Turks would have some misgivings. And what would their misgivings be?

Li Chengqian could not figure it out.

At this moment, one after another, Cheng Chumo and the others woke up from the poem and the mood that Zhang Feng had described. Seeing that Li Chengqian had also sunk into deep thought, they could not help but be shocked.

Could it be that Zhang Feng was really a god?

Two poems were enough to make everyone look like this?

Originally, he had thought that only the fist and Du Dabing's mouth were the most powerful knives. But now, Cheng Chumo suddenly felt that Zhang Feng's mouth was the real sharp weapon!

If this was placed on a battlefield with thousands of soldiers and horses, then wouldn't it mean that as long as he sat there and shouted two poems, the enemy would disarm?

Damn it …

At this moment, Zhang Feng finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He was a person who threw a brick to attract jade. He wanted these people to find their own path and not blindly follow the crowd.

What only the imperial court was suitable to serve the country?

That was all bullshit and all talk. If everyone in the world was like that, then who the hell would be guarding the border?

And now, after drinking with Lao Li and the others two nights ago, and after hearing that the Turks' spy had been caught, until today, there were no other rumors or any movement from the Turks. Zhang Feng could not help but feel that something was wrong.

What exactly was wrong?

Zhang Feng didn't know.

However, he could faintly sense that there was a pair of enormous hands that surpassed the Tubo Turks. Perhaps the controller was overlooking everything in Chang 'an!

This feeling made Zhang Feng very unhappy!

Therefore, when Yu Du Gou and the others were chatting, Zhang Feng could faintly guess that it was the Guan Long Group!

At this time, the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes would not make a move. However, this Guanlong Group was an alliance established in the Guanlong Region by the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes to handle the economy. That was why it was commonly known as the Guanlong Group.

The Guanlong Group was bound to be paying attention to every move in Chang 'an. Although Li Shimin had spread the matter of the cooperative to various states, the source was still in Chang' an, in Li Shimin!

This was the most important thing.

He didn't know what Li Shimin was thinking, but he, Zhang Feng, had to think of everything that he could think of before Li Shimin. He had to screen out the most correct way to deal with it. And finally, from the moment when he instigated Chen Tieniu and the others to enlist in the army.

Zhang Feng finally thought of the best solution!

That was the garrison troops that Cheng Yaojin and Li Jing had deployed in Youzhou and Longyou Road!

Only when the garrison troops moved, or when a heavyweight in the imperial court suddenly went to the garrison in Longyou, would everyone's guess shift to the garrison in Longyou.

Thus, Chang 'an would have a chance to breathe!

Otherwise.

Not to mention Li Shimin, as long as the Guanlong Group made a move, then in minutes, everyone in Chang 'an City would be finished! Right now, all the arrangements had become a wedding dress for the Guanlong Group.

In the end, when Zhang Feng was immersed in organizing all of this.

Li Chengqian and the others quietly left.

They had to leave.

This matter was too big.

On the one hand, Zhang Feng had succeeded in activating the enthusiasm of Du Gou and the others to join the army. On the other hand, they also learned from Li Chengqian that they didn't want to hear the two words Guanlong!

How could they possibly sit still and do nothing?

Seeing Zhang Feng in a daze, they hurriedly got up and left.

A moment later, everyone followed the gloomy Li Chengqian into the imperial study.

After seeing Li Shimin, everyone hurriedly knelt down.

"Son greets father!"

"Son greets the Emperor!"

"Rise!"

Li Shimin put down the booklet in his hand, rubbed his forehead, and asked, "How was it? What did you get from the tavern?"

"Father, son wants to go to the military camp with Anywhere Mo and Zhangsun to gain experience!"

Li Chengqian said.

Hearing this, Li Shimin was stunned.

"Why do you suddenly want to go to the military camp to gain experience? Tell me, did brother Zhang Feng give you some bewitching potion? "

Li Shimin's interest was piqued.

He simply stopped thinking about the matter at hand and looked at them curiously.

In his memory, these people, except for Du Gou, were all well-known bullies in Chang 'an City!

If not for the fact that they didn't do anything bad, Li Shimin would have already questioned them. But this group of rascals actually wanted to go to the military camp? Li Shimin couldn't help but be interested.

"Father!"

"Yesterday, when we left the palace, we wanted to experience Zhang Feng's spirit, but we were convinced by his two poems!"

"Oh? What kind of poems are they! They actually made you want to go to the military camp? "

Hearing this, Li Chengqian tilted his head and nudged Du Gou with his elbow. Du Gou then reacted and imitated Zhang Feng's tone, saying:

"Drunk, looking at swords under the light, dreaming of blowing the horn in the camp. Eight hundred miles of troops under the scorching heat, fifty miles of sound beyond the Great Wall, soldiers on the battlefield in autumn … "

"The bright moon of the Qin and Han dynasties, the long march of thousands of miles did not return, but the flying generals of Long Cheng did not teach the horses to cross the Yin Mountains."

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