The Southern Dynasty of Beimang had its imperial court. Even though the Norland had its capital, the Empress would spend two seasons a year in the Imperial Tent. The Imperial Tent was located at the center of the empire. It was a moving city made up of countless tents of various sizes. The tent that the world's noblest old lady lived in was golden in color. Hence, it was like a giant golden spider crawling on the grassland, competing with the sun for glory. When this golden Imperial Tent appeared in Gusai Prefecture, the imperial court of the Southern Dynasty suddenly lost its splendor. A group of nobles and officials gathered around the Imperial Tent, quietly waiting for the Empress' summons. The Venerables were closer to the Imperial Tent. For example, the new King of the Southern Dynasty, Dong Zhuo, the Rouran Cavalry Commander, Hong Jingyan, the Prefect of the two prefectures of Gusai and Longyao, and the Great General of the Southern Dynasty, Liu Gui and Yang Yuanzan. These influential figures in the Southern Dynasty were all relatively close to the Imperial Tent. Today, the Empress of Beimang was anxious for the officials of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. As a routine meeting, everyone sat on an embroidered stool in a circle. There was no difference in height between the seats. However, the white-haired but hale and hearty old lady still sat like the Empress of the Central Plains. On her left was the Prefect of the Chess and Sword Music School, and on her right was the Beimang God of War, Tuoba Bodhisattva. One was civil and the other was military. However, when the two were arranged in order, civil and military were mixed up. There was no clear confrontation between civil and military like in the imperial court of Liyang.
As Dong Zhuo rose to become the King of the Southern Courtyard, his position was getting closer to Empress Murong. However, he was still separated by the Prefect of Orange Province, Murong Baoding. Today, after Fatty Dong entered the tent, he was absent-minded. He looked up and counted with his thick fingers, counting how many seats he was behind Her Majesty. Anyway, he was already the highest official in the Southern Dynasties. However, there were still many old men with the surname Yelu or Murong who occupied the latrine but did not shit. Even if they were old and dizzy and could no longer straighten their backs, they still forced themselves to participate in this meeting. Dong Zhuo met the eyes of a smiling old man. If he remembered correctly, the old man was called Yelu Hongcai. When he was young, he had done a few heroic deeds. These years, he had not done anything. The old man smiled foolishly at Dong Zhuo. Feeling bored, Dong Zhuo also smiled foolishly at the old man. Just like that, the two of them competed. In the end, Dong Zhuo's face was stiff from smiling, but the smile on the other side was still so lively and lively. Dong Zhuo was defeated. He rubbed his cheeks and gave the old man a thumbs up. Yelu Hongcai's smile did not diminish as he picked his nose. The old man did not hide his pride at all. Dong Zhuo could not help but roll his eyes. Was this guy the roly-poly man who had been under Beimang's orders for three dynasties? When Yelu Wenshu of the holy sect died, this old man and six others were present to receive orders. Their seats were at the bottom. When Shenzong passed away, Yelu Hongcai was ranked third out of the five people present. When the former emperor died, he was present with Great General Yelu Shulie, a remnant of the Central Plains, Xu Huainan, Tuoba Bodhisattva, and Murong Baoding. He was ranked second.
Next? Dong Zhuo subconsciously turned to look at the empress.
In the large circle formed by the crowd, there was a cloth map that covered the southern part of Liyang's capital and Guangling Road. While Dong Zhuo was fighting with the old man, Yelu Hongcai, the empress had already discussed the future trend of the war with several great generals. They were all optimistic about the explosive power of West Chu in the short term. However, they still did not think that West Chu could succeed. It was absolutely impossible for them to succeed in reviving the country. The empress mainly wanted to ask the generals how short this "short term" was. Was it a few months or half a year? Or could it be a deadlock until next autumn? Then, under various possibilities, she asked the civil officials how much the national treasury of Liyang imperial court would be reduced. While they were discussing the overall situation, a few young people from West Chu also reached the ears of the Beimang empress. Among them, Xie Xibian received the most, as many as four times. Kou Jianghuai followed closely behind with three times. The empress's interest was piqued, but in the end, she only said, "It's a pity that he was born in the wrong place at the right time." Within the tent, the Northern Mang military generals all believed that with Cao Zhangqing presiding over the eastern front, they would still win the battle against Guangling Prince Zhao Yi. However, what followed would depend on the commander in chief of the Zhao clan in Li Yang who would clean up the mess. Would it be the Lu Shengxiang who was suffering from a lot of difficulties, or would it be the Minister of War Lu Baijie who was appointed in the face of danger? It was to the extent where it might even be the Northern Mang's greatest threat further north, the great pillar state Gu Jiantang. In the opinion of the Imperial Peace Commissioner, the Liyang imperial court looked down on West Chu too much. Furthermore, without Gu Jiantang in charge of the Ministry of War, the speed at which the Liyang imperial court operated was simply a world of difference compared to 20 years ago. However, the Imperial Peace Commissioner was also deeply worried. He said that the more Liyang was attacked by West Chu, the more concentrated and flourishing the military power in Gu Jiantang's hands would be in the future. In the long run, it could barely be considered a good and a bad situation.
Dong Zhuo didn't participate in this discussion that didn't have many objections. When Fatty Dong saw the empress raise her hand, not only did the group of third-rank civil officials, but also a large group of arrogant and domineering generals, it could be said that almost everyone's spirits were lifted. Dong Zhuo also restrained his expression. He only saw four young female officials carry out another map and lay it on top of the original map. When that extremely detailed colored map appeared in everyone's vision, Dong Zhuo saw that even Yelu Hongcai, a toothless tiger, narrowed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and carefully stared at the ten feet long and wide map. Probably because his eyesight was old and weak, the old man slowly stood up and took a few steps forward. In all of Beimang, he was the only one who could bring a retainer into the tent to participate in the discussion. At that time, the retainer behind Yelu Hongcai tried to support him, but the old man waved his hand and refused.
Following Yelu Hongcai's solemn stand up, most of the Beimang bigwigs didn't dare to continue sitting. Instead, they followed the old man and left the embroidery stool.
It was a large map of the desolate situation!
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