Chapter 135: 135 Military Supervisor

Upon hearing Zhao Fujin’s words.

For some reason, Chen Mo felt inexplicably anxious, and immediately said, “…Senior sister…what nonsense are you talking about? How could I hide something from you.”

“A kind of baseless intuition…” Zhao Fulin pursed his lips, and then said, “Junior brother, do you really have nothing to hide from me?”

“A little bit…” Chen Mo felt like he should prepare mentally in advance.

“What is it?” Zhao Fujin hurriedly asked.

“Secret.”

“…”

Zhao Fujin gave Chen Mo a deep look.

She did not ask further and began teaching cultivation matters.

…

On the other side.

Taihe Palace.

The night was deepening.

Yet Emperor Zhao Ji didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy.

A week ago, Ziwei shifted.

Southwest rebellion.

The ominous signs at the grand sacrificial ceremony, chaos from military disasters.

A large area of green bamboo at Shenxiao Temple withered.

This time, Nanyang’s rebellion.

From these various signs, it indicates a threat of the Great Song’s downfall.

He sat behind the desk, with several veins appearing on his forehead.

In front of him, there was a military talisman placed.

Underneath the military talisman, Zhao Ji had written three names with a brush.

Gao Fen.

Xiao Teng.

Huangfu Hao.

Zhao Ji hesitated over these three people.

He absolutely could not bear the ancestral foundation to be destroyed in his hands, so even if it required his own money, he had to solve the rebellion in Nanyang.

Nanyang was only a few hundred kilometers from Bianliang, and if the rebellion worsened, it could potentially threaten the Capital.

This kind of thing must never happen.

Gao Fen, the third son of Gao Qiu, as a son of a military noble family, naturally has the ability to command troops, but his martial arts realm is mediocre, nearly forty, and still just a Fifth Grade Martial Artist.

He is naturally unfit for a unified army command.

Xiao Teng, talented in military strategy.

He grew up on horseback, inheriting his father Xiao Yunqi’s talents, and is Zhao Ji’s brother-in-law, also serves as the Deputy Commander in the Infantry Department.

Letting him be the main general, it would be appropriate indeed.

However, Zhao Ji then thought of what Li Taishi had said.

Seven Killings and Greedy Wolf showed signs of merging, and they approached the Tianshi Star, indicating intentions to harm Ziwei.

And the Tianshi Star represents the Empress, both directly and indirectly implying that Seven Killings and Greedy Wolf together with the Empress have intentions to harm him, doesn’t it?

And Seven Killings and Greedy Wolf refer to the Xiao Family and Huangfu Hao, don’t they?

Of course, Zhao Ji could also use someone other than these three.

But the others were either old generals or lacked the ability to command.

Even if he forcibly pushed someone up, it wouldn’t be that easy.

Zhao Ji rubbed his temples, his head felt heavy, and then said, “Wei Xian, who do you think I should appoint as the main general?”

Wei Xian, who was waiting beside, bowed and lowered his head quickly and replied, “This servant doesn’t know.”

“I want you to speak, you will be pardoned.”

“This servant thinks General Huangfu Hao can assume this heavy responsibility.” Wei Xian hesitated slightly, then spoke.

“Oh, let’s hear it.” The veins on Zhao Ji’s face subdued, and he looked sideways at Wei Xian.

“General Huangfu Hao is concerned with the nation’s welfare, has the makings of a great general, and his foundation in the Imperial Court isn’t deep. Although the Huangfu Family is allied with the Xiao Family through marriage, General Huangfu Hao hasn’t interacted much with the Xiao Family…” Wei Xian thought for a moment and said.

Being in charge of the East and West Bureaus, Wei Xian was well aware of Huangfu Hao’s movements.

“Huangfu Hao…” Zhao Ji glanced at the name of Huangfu Hao under the military talisman, then picked up the brush.

Wei Xian immediately stepped forward to grind the ink.

Then Zhao Ji dipped the brush in ink and drew a circle around Huangfu Hao’s name, stood up, and said, “Draft the decree…”

Wei Xian quickly took the scroll for drafting decrees, slowly spread it open, then picked up the brush Zhao Ji had just used and listened attentively.

“Appoint Huangfu Hao as the Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armies, leading ten thousand cavalry and thirty thousand infantry. Gao Fen and Xiao Teng will be deputy generals, awaiting the main general’s commands. All Nanyang troops are at his disposal, and during warfare, all military and political affairs are handled at his discretion…”

Wei Xian wrote as Zhao Ji recited.

After the writing was completed, Wei Xian blew lightly on the drafted Holy Decree and then turned towards Zhao Ji, displaying a flattering smile and said, “Your Majesty, it is drafted.”

Zhao Ji collected his thoughts, glanced at it, and then slowly paced to the window, later turning back and said, “Wei Xian.”

“This servant is here.” Wei Xian flicked the duster, bowing deeply.

“I appoint you as the Three Armies Supervisor, go with the army on the expedition tomorrow.” Zhao Ji stepped forward and firmly patted Wei Xian’s shoulder, saying in a deep voice.

“This servant won’t betray Your Majesty’s great trust.” Wei Xian replied.

Then Zhao Ji personally took a sword from the wall and gave it to Wei Xian, saying, “If anyone disobeys, this sword grants you the power to execute.”

“Understood.”

Wei Xian raised his hand to receive the sword.

…

Yonghe Palace.

Hu Mei’Er had just finished washing and was about to extinguish the candle when a black shadow flashed before her eyes.

As soon as Hu Mei’Er turned her head, that black shadow appeared behind her, almost scaring Hu Mei’Er into a scream. She said, somewhat annoyed, “Can’t you stop coming to Yonghe Palace so late every night?”

The black shadow seemed as if he didn’t hear the reproach in Hu Mei’Er’s tone, and said, “During the day, the Imperial Palace is heavily guarded, it’s hard for me to sneak in.”

Hu Mei’Er took a light breath then came to the window, opened it, poked her head out to check both sides, then closed the window tightly, returned to sit beside the bed, and said, “Why did you come to the palace this time?”

“The master wants to know when the Imperial Court will leave with the army, who the main general is, what the route is, and where the provisions come from?” the black shadow asked one question after another.

Hu Mei’Er frowned slightly and asked, “Do you plan to ambush the army?”

“We don’t have such courage yet; it’s just there’s still some business in Nanyang we haven’t finished. We want to see if there’s a way to delay the army’s arrival from the Imperial Court.”

“This is confidential, I don’t know either. These past two days, I haven’t even seen the damn Emperor. But I heard that the damn Emperor plans to choose one main general among Gao Fen, Xiao Teng, and Huangfu Hao. And the funding for this expedition is from the Inner Treasury, indicating the damn Emperor is determined to suppress the rebellion in Nanyang.”

Hu Mei’Er raised her palm, running her five fingers through her hair, and with one swipe down, where her fingers passed, the damp hair showed no trace of water.

“Nanyang is still too close to Bianliang, by the master’s intention, when the Yellow Turban Army raises a large force, we’ll loot some wealth and leave, not planning to defend Nanyang…”

The black shadow came over, picked up a towel near her, wrapped it around Hu Mei’Er’s hair, and began to wipe the moisture from her hair.

Hu Mei’Er’s face immediately showed a hint of tenderness, then she felt a dull ache from somewhere and immediately gritted her teeth and said, “How about the investigation into that Chen Hong I asked you to conduct?”

“According to your instructions, we sent people to his hometown to investigate, but his hometown was flooded, and nothing remains. We only found a burial site for his parents on a hill, and no useful information was obtained.”

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