The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 305 Liu Daoxun's Sister

February 8th, the fourth year of Qianning, Beijing.

Longshan is majestically connected to other peaks, with deep valleys, two mountain grottoes, a mirror-shaped platform hanging in the west, and layers of palaces. It is the former palace of Gao Huan, the Xingde Temple built by Li Keyong for the wife of the Qin State to pray for a child, and the Dabei Temple.

King Li had many children and worked hard to sow seeds, but Liu Daoxun was childless. King Li was angry and Liu Daoxun was very depressed. He secretly consulted doctors, but they all said that he was infertile. He asked the alchemist, but he also said, "You are so powerful that you can't have a legitimate son."

Everyone advises people to love peace, do good deeds and cultivate their mind power, but how can King Li keep it up?
Of course, all officials also searched the Xuanmen martial arts world, but after taking these elixir-like red pills, they were useless except making Liu Daoxun's body hotter, more excited, more endurable, and screaming louder.

For this, King Li beat up countless generals and made several immortal servants cry.

Helpless, he had to build large-scale projects on this blue sky, raise ghosts and summon gods, to find comfort for his beloved wife.

Of course, there were also buildings that served as detached palaces, such as the Wanshou Courtyard and the Zixia Terrace, for rest. But as soon as they left the shrine, they could not hold back and put Liu Daoxun on the incense altar and beat him.

This is not because he is impatient, but Liu Dao is really looking for excitement.

Not only is she famous for her beauty, she is also good at riding and shooting, and has developed a gymnast's figure. Whenever she is sweating and her face is rosy, that feeling ~ the wisdom tree also serves as an external brain. Therefore, Li Keyong regards his sonlessness as his life, and believes that no daughter can be compared with him.

But every time they applaud for love, the ugly voice spreads and the lay Buddhists are troubled.

Therefore, within two years, the shogunate visited countless Taoist temples and broke down several Zen temples before the monks and Taoist priests who were "invited" to fill the deep mountain temple with a little popularity had already run away. Only a group of playboy monks were left to eat and drink for free, and a group of Xiyue nuns were enjoying the feast and secretly receiving "tourists", not distinguishing between soldiers and old men, but only caring about making money and degenerating into carnal desires.

This afternoon, the winding paths of this Qingyun Garden are filled with only the chirping of birds and the ringing of bells. Standing there, you can see the flying spring and the stone pool. You can lean against the embroidered door, swing on the swing, and look up to see the blue sky. The woods are shady, and you can only glimpse a few white clouds.

The world is in turmoil, why don’t I feel it?

A maid with flowing sleeves and green makeup rode up the mountain and cursed in a low voice: "You idiot! You're still begging for money. If you don't do a good job, you won't even get any sleep in the pigsty! The situation is tense now, and everyone is very nervous!"

There were already waitresses laughing and leaning against the railings on the mountain path. Tianlong Mountain is a magnificent sight at any time. It is a rare opportunity to come here, so you can enjoy the natural atmosphere and the Buddhist way.

After all, His Highness also said that the great void is good, and it is cold and desolate. Sighing that ordinary people are rare in the world.

After hearing the green-clad woman's lecture, the maids hurried to their positions.

In the beautiful clouds and mist, you can hear the hustle and bustle of a large group of people climbing the stairs.

"It took a lot of effort for you to complete this mission. Every time I come here, I am always happy and relaxed. You are so busy with your campaigns that you rarely come here. Yesterday, when you returned from your expedition, I brought you here to relax and express my longing for you."

Liu Daoxun wore a pink floor-length dress that revealed her chest, her cheeks were painted with rose rouge, and she had a red mole between her eyebrows.

He is also fit and dignified, maintaining his posture well on the mountain trails, not blushing or breathing heavily, but with a sweet voice and soft words.

King Li sat on the sedan chair in red clothes, looking exhausted.

Liu Daoxun tried to comfort him in every way. He leaned on the backrest and sighed for a long time: "Luckily, I can see my sister again. I was on the verge of death several times on the way to retreat. The thought of being separated from my sister by the Yin and Yang makes my heart break. I left with great ambitions... As a stupid governor, I am finally going to be killed by my own stupidity and stubbornness. I only regret that I have implicated you."

Like the Holy Emperor, King Li is also a sister-con and calls women he respects "sister".

Liu Daoxun grabbed the empty sleeve and swung it gently: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." King Li's nose felt sore. "I've been stabbed many times. It will be fine once the blood dries up."

Liu Daoxun raised her eyes and transformed into the gentle look of the older sister next door: "This knife will be enough to change your stubbornness."

"Yes." Li Keyong was about to burst into tears: "But I'm afraid it's too late. We've been apart for many years... My sister is in that warm little shop on the court. I'm afraid she won't be able to wait for me many times."

She lowered her eyelashes: "Then think about what to do."

"What should we do? Contact Zhu Dalang?" King Li asked with questioning eyes.

Liu Daoxun said indifferently: "It is feasible, but I am not confident enough. If the lips and teeth are cold, there will always be some use. Otherwise, there would not be the Spring and Autumn Period into the Warring States Period, and the Warring States Period would not be under the control of Qin... Blessings and disasters are interdependent. The root of the prosperity of the vassal states - military politics, vertical and horizontal alliances - can also be the reason for their decline. The arrogant vassal states in Yuanhe were defeated one by one, which is a manifestation of this."

"Besides, in the years of conquering the superiors, the vassal states may have just achieved their goal, but the Jiedushi has been killed with his entire family. He has asked the court to reward him and asked to stay. Your prestige no longer supports the conquest. If we lose one or two more times, our end is foreseeable."

Li Keyong smiled bitterly and chewed over these words.

"You can gamble again, maybe you can turn things around, but there is a high probability that you will be destroyed."

"But I don't gamble. I just give up some territory, name, and honor."

Li Keyong remained silent.

He was scared to death two days ago, but when he returned to Beijing, he saw the strong soldiers and horses, the huge crowds of civil and military officials who came to welcome him, the majestic Dragon City, and when he came to Tianlong Mountain, he saw the soothing scenery, listened to the Buddhist music and Taoist bells, and his arm didn't hurt anymore...

It seems that I am not so scared anymore.

If they come, the worst that can happen is that we just defend the city.

With the strength of a saint, can he still take it down?

Besides, there are still nearly 100,000 troops. Although there are few elite troops left, these people are not useless. In the terrain of Hedong, as long as the saint attacks, there is still a chance of winning, and it is not small.

Moreover, after calming down and reviewing the situation, we can see that the Battle of Zuo Fengyi was purely the result of momentary confusion and failure to follow the military tactics.

It's not that the saints are powerful, it's that the king's army is very good at fighting. This is a defeat that was handed over.

If I could do it again, I would never lose, at least not so badly.

Besides, even if he surrenders now, he will not be able to keep his integrity. What the dog emperor wants is to commit suicide and apologize!
He just knelt down like that and endured the hatred of having his arm broken. It was both embarrassing and humiliating, but he still felt a little unwilling and reluctant.

The wife of Marshal Yan, Zhang Hui, was also killed. How sad!

But I'm still a little worried.

Order a lot.

Zhu Wen chose not to give in at this juncture, and ultimately failed to win.

What a dilemma!

Ambition, luck, fear of the subordinates rebellion, dread of being attacked, and caution about Zhu Wen's teachings repeatedly played out in his mind.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he closed his eyes.

Sometimes he clenched his fists, sometimes he was in a daze.

After a while, he muttered to himself: "Hey, there are allies here to help!"

He paused for a long time, then said with compassion: "No, the lives of all the people in the city depend on me."

Extremely irritable.

Even Liu Daoxun, who knew Li Keyong inside and out, secretly applauded and sneered.

You still can't let go even at this point, you're really great.

Holding out for a glimmer of hope, she asked, "Send Miaowei, Yazi and Guo Chongtao, who are favored by the Saint, to lead the troops to present a memorial? Bring some money and sincerely apologize. If you can't pay the five million strings of cash, then follow the adjustment of the Hedongbei Road, Hedongnan Road and Beijing Road in exchange for letting Dalang inherit the position of commander in chief of Beijing and reform the etiquette of serving the emperor. Will this help?"

Li Keyong carefully looked at Liu Daoxun, still looking like the big sister next door, and suddenly smiled: "...Sister, you have suffered a lot these days..."

Liu Daoxun held his five fingers, blinked, and forced a smile: "You know me, I can be used as a man."

Li Keyong touched his heart and smiled slightly: "I mean in my heart. After all, my sister is also a daughter. She has to pay attention to the army, look after the military office, manage the family, and have an unknown future. There are all kinds of pressures... I have also been through it, so I understand this feeling."

Liu Daoxun lowered his head and walked silently.

"Sister, your suggestion is good. Let's talk about it." Li Keyong expressed his opinion. He lay on the sedan chair, facing the sunlight in the forest, and sighed: "As the head of the family, you can't always ignore the well-being of your family, right? I'm numb, tired and scared of this age... As long as we can reach an agreement, we will be loyal ministers, okay? You are safe and sound, Miaowei will be sent to a safe family, and I hope that my grandson will grow up, become a saint in the second generation, and live a rich life. I am satisfied. Although I have let down my subordinates, my sister is the most important..."

The hero’s end and the hanged king’s tragic song, is this the scene?

Could it be that Jun Zhen is so clear-headed that he has the wisdom to know when to advance and retreat, and knows when to let go?

Liu Daoxun just didn't believe it.

Perhaps the thoughts I just expressed have greatly offended him and aroused his suspicion.

While chatting, the group reached the top of the mountain.

The clouds are billowing, the wind is gentle, and the fragrant smoke is just flowing around you.

Liu Daoxun stood with her hands behind her back, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance. The cool mountain breeze blew her pink sleeves up, and her hair fluttered, as if she were a fairy riding the wind.

Is it finally coming to this?
There is nothing we can do.

It seems that the only option is to imprison Li Jun and replace him with a stable person in power.

Liu Daoxun was in a trance.

On the sedan chair, Li Keyong still looked at his sister's tall figure with a smile.

But in the end, the passionate love in that smile turned into gloom.

This Holy Tang has long been nothing more than a rotten skin, a broken ship, and a haunted house, but the Holy Emperor is using his own life to forcibly extend its life.

It won't last long.

You can also abandon it at any time without any regrets.

As long as one's status, power and territory can be maintained or even increased before the demise of Holy Tang, one can gain a foothold in this chaotic world!
I just don't believe that the emperor and his ministers dare to trap the last energy and strength of the Holy Tang in the four towns of Hedong and fight me for a protracted battle.

I want to watch with my own eyes. Do you dare to really rush to the city and destroy a section of the wall? I want to sit and wait and watch with my own eyes!

I swear I will not pay tribute or surrender until the outer city is razed to the ground!

(End of this chapter)