When Zhao learned that the literary and artistic army had broken through Ruian Mansion and fled to the sea, he was not angry. He just waved his hand to signal the servant to retreat, standing next to the windowsill with his hands behind his back, his eyes savoring, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, in the Chuigong Hall, in addition to Zhao Shi standing with his hands behind his back, there were also several Taoist figures.

The five ministers of officials, households, rituals, punishments, and engineering, Yan Yanghui, who had just taken over Lingge, and Jin Li, the new commander of the Palace Front Commander who was in charge of the imperial guards of the palace.

After Su Shi and Zhao Tingzhi followed Zhao Bing, Chu Kuangge, Qin Hui and others to the north, the Minister of Rites had been taken over by Lu Xiufu, the former Minister of Revenue, while the Minister of War has been suspended to this day.

These people can be said to be the highest-level figures in the Southern Song Dynasty. However, in addition to them, there is actually another person whose status is vaguely more than five ministers, and above all officials, and above all tens of thousands of people.

The four beautiful daughters in the northwest, the strange woman on the list, and the descendant of the Zongheng family.

Wu Yuan.

He is currently the left prime minister of the Song Dynasty!

Speaking of which, after Wu Yuan's family was destroyed, she truly brought out the essence of the Zongheng family to the fullest. Although she had almost died several times during this period, she still relied on her erectile dysfunction to cling to the Xiao Gang, lobbying the King of Chu, and defeating the Literary and Art Army in the Zongheng, which eventually formed a grand occasion of the Northern Li River in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Although she is a woman, her various methods since she joined the Xiao Gang can be called a turbulent rain. After Zhao recovered his identity and regained the treasure, he also helped her become the left prime minister and served as the leader of the officials.

Seeing that Zhao was silent, Wang Anshi raised his sleeves and bowed, "Your Majesty, King Wen led his army to sea, and must have wanted to bypass the southeast coast and landed from southern China to return to Sichuan and Chongqing. However, the journey on the sea was difficult and dangerous. It would take at least half a year for them to return to Sichuan and Chongqing. It would be better to take this opportunity to send a large army to recover Sichuan and Chongqing and completely eradicate the Dawen city-state."

"When Yao Ruoyu is not here, the Dawen City-state has amazing combat power, and it is not worth fearing," Zhao Shi slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, turned around, and said calmly, "Now my biggest enemy of the Southern Song Dynasty is the Southern Barbarians."

Bao Zheng frowned and said in confusion: "Your Majesty, that Beili..."

"Bei Li, I have my own decision, so you don't need to discuss it anymore." After waving his hand, Zhao Shi said indifferently.

Seeing that he looked cold, everyone bowed their heads silently.

Zhao has been doomed for nearly ten years. He is no longer the young, arrogant and arrogant little emperor back then, but a truly profound emperor with a deep mind. Therefore, even if even the weakest among the people is at the Sixth Level, facing Zhao Shi, everyone still inevitably lowered their heads to show respect.

"For the past ten years, the Southern Barbarians are dormant in the deep mountains of the southwest. Except for the disputes when I face the southern line, I spend most of my rest and recuperating," Zhao looked down at everyone and said coldly, "At present, I am afraid that the military reserves of the Southern Barbarians are no less than those of our Song Dynasty. The witch god has unparalleled plans. In time, it will lead to a disaster!"

Wang Anshi nodded and said, "So, Your Majesty, the position of Minister of War has been suspended for half a month, and we still need to determine the candidate as soon as possible so as to deal with the chaos in China in the future."

"I know what happened these days," Zhao Shi suddenly smiled and said calmly, "Marty of Jinjiang, Marquis of Beijing, Marquis of Bailu and others all want to compete for the position of Minister of War. But I want to ask my dear friends to tell them that I have already decided the candidate for Minister of War."

Except for the old god Yan Yanghui, the others were shocked after hearing this, pondering and thinking about which person Zhao had appointed was the Minister of War.

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Linzhou is located in Shaanxi. Because it is located in the northeast corner of Shaanxi, it is surrounded by mountains. Whether it is the Song Wen attacking the Jin Dynasty or the Literary and Art Army attacking the Yuan Dynasty, this place has not been attacked by war.

There is a town in the central part of Linzhou called Zhenyou.

This place is said to be the hometown of the Yang King of the Song Dynasty. Of course, this is mostly rumor. After all, since the rise of King Yang, he has never seen him visit Linzhou.

Zhengucheng is not big, with only tens of thousands of residents, and few people from the outside world come. Therefore, even though China has been in the sky these months, the town is still peaceful and peaceful.

These days, many young girls in the town who are just 20 or 8 years old will pass by a shop when they go out intentionally or unintentionally, and secretly glance at the young man in the shop with shy faces.

The man moved in with his sister a few days ago and called himself Yang Zhao. Although he didn't speak much in his words, looking at his majestic attitude, many people speculated that this must be the descendant of a wealthy family outside. Maybe he was a seed of a general who had fought with the Mongols.

In such an ordinary town, this man with a very different temperament than an ordinary and weak scholar has become the dream lover of countless women.

Some timids would quietly throw down their handkerchiefs outside the shop, wanting the man to pick it up and return it, and have a romantic love between the two of the golden phoenix and the jade girl.

A few brave ones simply went home to instigate their old father and asked him to ask someone to come to the man to ask about the marriage.

Unfortunately, the handsome young man ignored the handkerchiefs on the floor that covered the shop's expiry, and he politely refused every matchmaker who came to the door.

This young man was naturally Yang Yanzhao. After he let Yao Ruoyu and others go that day, he knew that Yang Ji would be furious, so he took the opportunity to get rid of his armor and return to the field. He went to his hometown to live in seclusion with his sister Yang Yanqi, who was also tired of the war.

Sitting behind the counter, Yang Yanqi held her cheek and glanced at the street outside, saying that there were at least a dozen handkerchiefs on the street. She sneered and smiled with a thick voice that was completely different from her image: "Sixth brother, I won't pick up one of them, it's good to give me more sister-in-law!"

He looked at her angrily, and Yang Yanzhao said lightly: "Do you have a good counter."

Yang Yanqi blew, grabbed the rag and swept it a few times. Judging from the posture, it seemed as if she regarded the counter as Yang Yanzhao.

Seeing her childish look, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but smile. He was about to wipe the table next to him, his eyes suddenly slashed. He turned his head to look at the woman in white who had just stepped in from outside the door. He had originally bowed slightly and slowly stood up. A high-spirited breath came out of his body. In an instant, he swept away his body and lost his body for several days, regaining the style of the Liulang of the Yang family in the past.

Staring at the visiting person, Yang Yanzhao said lightly: "Miss Wu is here and I don't know what's going on?"

Wu Yuan covered her mouth and smiled. She was wearing a veil and looked graceful. She chuckled: "Young Master Yang, please make it easy for me to find!"

"Is it you, woman?" Yang Yanqi, who was lying on the counter, heard a voice and frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Don't get me wrong, the little girl has no malicious intentions," Wu Yuan said softly, "Young Master Yang is unparalleled in his loyalty. He is close friends with Yao Ruoyu. It is normal for him to let him go. Your Majesty has no intention of blaming him."

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao and Yang Yanqi were not speaking, Wu Yuan smiled and said, "But now my Southern Song Dynasty is living in the southeast, Beili, Wenbang, Nanba, and Nanyang countries eyeing each other, which is really dangerous. It is really difficult for a few first-rank military marquis to protect the country and stabilize."

Yang Yanzhao's face was calm and he said softly: "Since that's the case, why did he cut off his arms at the beginning?"

Wu Yuan knew that he was talking about the ambushing the Literary and Art Army, and said with a smile: "Da Wen is entrenched in Sichuan and Chongqing, with abundant military equipment. King Wen even hid the wolf's face. If you take time, you will decide..."

Before she could finish her words, Yang Yanzhao suddenly raised his hand and punched the ground. A golden light suddenly burst out from Wu Yuan's body. Although it vibrated sharply under the force of the punch and sunken inward, it finally still firmly protected Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan, who was knocked back to the street by Yang Yanzhao with a punch, stared at Yang Yanzhao who was slowly stepping out of the shop with great vigilance, and smiled hard: "Young Master Yang, you..."

"This punch was hit for Lao Yao," Yang Yanzhao said sternly, "I don't care what kind of grudges you have with Dawen, but because of you, I was the only one who made me cut off my arms in the Song Dynasty. So many civil and military talents missed the enemy and became hostile. What qualifications are you qualified to be the left prime minister of the Song Dynasty?"

After a little silence, Wu Yuan suddenly smiled softly, stood up straight on her own, cast a spell to disperse the golden light of protecting her body, and smiled loudly: "At least, it's better than that Qin Hui?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Yuan would ask this. Yang Yanzhao felt absent and then smiled angrily: "It seems you really want to die?"

"That may not be," Wu Yuan smiled meaningfully, "As the left prime minister of the Song Dynasty, although Mr. Yang has entered the seventh level, it may not be that easy to kill me, right?"

Seventh Realm! Yang Yanzhao is worthy of being a disciple of Yue Wumu. He has the Yang Family Spear and the secrets of the two military schools, but he has quietly broken through to the seventh Realm level.

When Yang Yanzhao heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost! Is the technique of pervading the strait great?" Before he finished speaking, he had already taken one step forward, and the iron fist was smashed out like a hammer. The [Taishanxiong] in the "Five Mountain Fist Classic" wrapped up a majestic momentum and stirred up a surging wind toward Wu Yuan.

With a thud, a scroll of painting flew out of Wu Yuan's sleeve, which was painted with heaven and earth. The two words "Qian and Kun" were combined, and it was revealed that it had expanded on its own, turning into a piece of empty mud and blocked in front of her. At the same time, she waved her right hand and raised a seal, holding the seal with her finger and pressed it heavily.

The void mud seed seems hazy and illusory, but in fact it is the universe inside. Although Yang Yanzhao's fist strength is extremely solid, once it sinks into it, it will be like a mud cow entering the sea and decomposing it on its own.

Before Yang Yanzhao could make another third punch, Wu Yuan had already pressed heavily with her seal in her hand. In an instant, the endless power of the Song Dynasty rushed from afar, turning into a five-toed dragon claw out of thin air and pressing it hard.

Boom! Before the dragon claw fell, it was already defeated by a high aura. Yang Yanzhao was walking on the tiger steps and smashing the dragon claws with one punch. Then the tiger's eyes were like lightning, and an indescribable aura burst out from his body, which actually shattered the power of the whole sky.

The seven realms have just been unfolding, and Yang Yanzhao was about to continue to take action. His eyes suddenly changed. He instantly put away his mighty evil spirits, shook his body and rushed directly to Wu Yuan. He looked at the silver spear in her hand with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

"The princes and princes of the seventh realm are indeed well-known. I thought that they had the power of the Song Dynasty and the power of the Song Dynasty, and could compete with the seventh realm like Yao Ruoyu, but they still lost."

After a low chuckling, Wu Yuan looked at Yang Yanzhao, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Your Majesty has issued an edict to wash away the grievances for King Yue. Your Majesty knows that you are a disciple of King Yue. He specially ordered me to return the relics of King Yue. He also asked me to ask the little prince, "Are you willing to be the Minister of War in our court?"

Yang Yanzhao was stunned when he heard this. He wanted to refuse, but hesitated in his eyes when he looked at the silver spear.

Seeing that he was hesitant, Wu Yuan took a step forward, held up the silver spear and handed it over, and smiled and said, "Whether the little prince agrees or not, His Majesty will ask the little girl to return this item."

He reached out to take it silently, Yang Yanzhao stroked the cold gun body, and his heart suddenly felt extremely sad. He knew how loyal his master was to the Song Dynasty, but what did he change from such loyalty in the end?

Could it be that his military strategist, like that of Confucianism, can only survive and grow stronger by clinging to the imperial power?

After a long time, Yang Yanzhao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his true energy passed into the silver spear bit by bit. The Liquan spear, the natal weapon of Yue Pengcuo, actually melted into liquid under the infusion of his true energy, and wriggled and twisted in his hands. After a while, accompanied by a golden light, a battle spear with endless murderous aura had appeared in his hands.

This is the treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years in military strategists!

Real name Jiubing can transform all the weapons in the world!

He was once known as Liquan, and was the innate weapon that was famous all over the world!

And at this moment, it was a plain tassel-engraved gizmo spear!
Chapter completed!