In the backyard, the sun was shining brightly. Jiang Kongming was half-reclining in a rattan chair, comfortably basking in the sun. He leisurely raised his ceramic cup, lifted the lid, and gently blew on it. A few emerald-green tea leaves seemed to be like startled fish, swirling around in the water.

  He savored a mouthful with relish, closed his eyes, and an expression of extreme satisfaction appeared on his face.

  Yun Zhong Wu Li Yun Wu Cha, it is indeed a top-grade tea renowned throughout the world.

  As for the Way of Tea, he was not originally particular about it, but due to Xu Haifeng's rising status, as the second-in-command of the Black Flag Army, he also rose with the tide, and even if he wanted to keep a low profile, it was no longer possible.

  Since Fang and Xu left, Jiang Gongming took control of the military and political power, managing Wulong City in an orderly manner, with a thriving atmosphere.

  Living in such a high position, there are many people who want to curry favor with him. General Chiang's only hobby is tea, no matter when, he must prepare a pot of strong and fragrant tea, day and night, without getting tired of it.

  As a result, there was no need for him to deliberately promote it, and his mansion naturally filled with famous teas from all over the world. Even among the few kilograms of tribute products presented to the imperial family every year, several taels would regularly appear in his mansion.

  Although he didn't pursue the good or bad of tea, and was absolutely dull in this regard, after drinking top-grade tea for over a year, he had developed some sense. If he were to drink that coarse, large bowl of tea again at this time, he probably wouldn't be able to swallow it no matter what.

  He let out a long sigh, contentedly opened his eyes, and woke up from the feeling of being in a cloud, as if he were an immortal. It was indeed a tribute, one mouthful swallowed, and to this day there is still a hint of aftertaste that has not dissipated.

  His eyes were filled with a hint of confusion, but a slender figure suddenly appeared like a ghost or a demon in his pupils.

  Jiang Kongming's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the carefree joy flew away to the ninth heaven like a pair of wings. If it weren't for the sun shining brightly at this time, this atheist would probably change his faith immediately.

  "Monkey kid, you're going to die..." Jiang Kongming bellowed with a twisted face, his usual gentle and kind demeanor replaced by an unspeakable horror.

  The monkey child's body suddenly disappeared again, and in the distance, at the top of an ancient tree that pierced the sky, a small, thin figure was quietly crouching. A gentle breeze blew by, causing the treetop to sway lightly, as if there was no weight at all.

  Jiang Kongming calmed down and finally composed himself. He jumped up from the recliner, looked around in all directions, but couldn't find any trace of Monkey Boy. Helpless, he could only shout loudly: "Monkey Boy, come out! I won't blame you!"

  A figure as light as smoke reappeared in front of him, and for this last growing Blood Wine Warrior, Jiang Kongming was truly helpless.

  How did the blood wine of the master create such strange and bizarre characters, he muttered to himself in his heart. As for the extremely intelligent and wise Jiang Da Jun Shi, he was naturally filtered out.

  "Master can't possibly return so quickly, unless something has happened in the capital? Has Master given you anything, take it out and let me see." Jiang Gongming asked.

  It's not that he didn't want to use telepathy, but using this ability consumed a lot of mental energy. He was now a precious body, handling thousands of matters every day, and naturally couldn't use it at will. Otherwise, if his spirit wasn't up to par, wouldn't it be a loss?

  Moreover, he knew that the monkey child was not good at speaking, and since Xu Haifeng had sent him over, he would definitely have attached a letter to it; otherwise, it would be better to expect the sun to rise from the west.

  The little monkey blinked his bright big eyes and pulled out a secret letter written by Xu Haifeng himself from his bosom.

  Jiang Kongming snatched it over, opened the seal, and read it word by word, sentence by sentence. A pair of slightly long eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  "An elite army of 100,000? Hmm... If they were to fall into the hands of Commander Zong, I'm afraid it would be a disaster in the making. However..." A subtle smile spread across Jiang Gongming's face: "However, I reckon the Cheng family is more anxious than the students."

  Cheng Yinghao took a large number of new-style Zhuge crossbows and left before he had lived in Wulong City for half a month. During this period, with Jiang Gongming's cleverness and mind-reading skills, he had already quietly inquired about the information he needed without anyone knowing.

  The Northern Legion is the legitimate army of the Fang family, and their loyalty can only be known to heaven. Whether it's the Cheng family or the Xiongnu people, even Emperor Huan of Han viewed them as a thorn in the eye and a stab in the flesh.

  If the conquest of the capital is the first cooperation between the Xiongnu and the Cheng family, then the siege of the Red Ocean will be their second and last opportunity for cooperation.

  Jiang Kung-ming knew that Xu and Fang were deeply affectionate brothers, so he took the initiative to conceal this matter without asking Xu Haifeng.

  Xu Haifeng's rise of the grassroots class and the aristocratic class represented by Fang Xiangming were originally two extremes that did not mix like water and fire.

  The two of them being able to interact with each other and share their hearts, through life and death, is already a rare occurrence. However, when one day an irreconcilable conflict of interest arises between them, even they will inevitably produce intense friction.

  In this case, they are naturally aware of each other's bottom line, and in the past year, they have been constantly testing each other's limits without affecting their friendship. The imperial examination system proposed by Jiang Kongming was eventually abandoned due to strong opposition from all the young masters of aristocratic families.

  Fang Ming was able to possess such great power, the only reason is that he grasped all the pulse and resources of the aristocratic families in his hands. With these advantages, he was enough to rival Xu Haifeng.

  Under the tranquil surface of Wulong City lies a shocking storm that can capsize everything.

  There can't be two suns in the sky, nor two kings in a country. If this situation continues, it will inevitably lead to trouble.

  If the 100,000 brave warriors of the Red Ocean were to obey his commands once again, then when he became even more powerful, it might not necessarily be a good thing for Xu Haifeng.

  He picked up the feather fan from the side table, and unconsciously fanned himself. After a moment, his face suddenly brightened, and the faint breeze brought by the fan seemed to have driven away his worries and troubles.

  "My lord, let the student assist you in eliminating this hidden danger." Jiang Gongming burst into loud laughter and ordered his men to prepare pen and ink. He summoned Andrew and had him write a letter, which he carefully sealed.

  "Monkey boy, take this letter to Mingdemen City and hand it personally to Miss Catherine Lane. Hurry back quickly, be careful and don't let anyone discover you."

  "Is..." The monkey child responded with a single word, his body swaying once before disappearing. A wisp of residual shadow followed him as the hem of his black clothes flashed and slid towards the corner of the wall, sticking to the icy stone surface as he rapidly climbed up, and in just an instant, he had already cleared the wall and gone.

  As he watched the monkey child disappear, Jiang Kungming felt a thousand times relieved that this person was a friend and not an enemy. He turned to Andrew and instructed: "Go inform the various dignitaries, half an hour later, please come to the council hall, I have something to say." After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Kungming summoned his guard again, ordering him to go to the kitchen to fetch some onion juice.

  Jiang Gongming adjusted his clothes and hat, walked in a dignified manner, got out of the door and took a sedan chair to the council hall.

  This is where all the core figures in Wolong City discuss important matters. It has been opened for the first time since Fang and Xu left.

  Before long, people like Xiang Zhi rushed over one after another.

  They arrived at the council hall, Jiang Gongming sat facing the wall, his eyes raised to gaze at the back of his head, which was full of hair. He couldn't help but feel extremely surprised and a sense of mysterious profundity arose, they all speculated in their hearts, not knowing what this military strategist was up to again.

  "General, you have summoned us, what are your orders?" Su Chunwei was the one who knew him best, and he was well aware of his habit of sleeping in late and rising late.

  Knowing that General Chiang was not a diligent person, if there were no major events, he would not have gone to such great lengths to gather everyone in one place.

  He was extremely puzzled as to why such an idle person could have such wisdom and decisiveness, and no matter what he did, it seemed effortless.

  Jiang Kongming heard this and slowly turned around

  Everyone was startled, and saw that his face had tear stains, and even the corners of his eyes were red.

  They several unfree masters widened their eyes, this Jiang Da Jun Shi although sometimes not enough dignified, but he was born open and bright, never in front of people showed such an expression, let alone shed tears in public, this is a big girl's first time on the sedan chair.

  "General, you..." Tong Yifeng asked cautiously, afraid of accidentally touching on the painful matter in his heart.

  Jiang Kongming seemed to glance unintentionally, Fang Zhi, Tang Qili and Su Chunwei sat in a row on the left side, while Tong Yifeng was sitting upright on the right side, with a clear distinction between the two sides, without interfering with each other.

  He raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings again, with a sorrowful expression on his face. He let out a deep sigh, buried his head in his sleeve, and after a moment, lifted his head and said: "Hou Hai has returned to the city first under Master Gong's orders."

  "Ah..."

  A shout of surprise arose, these few were either the best among the young masters or old foxes who had grown old and wise. Having heard this, thinking back to his expression just now, it was not hard to guess that the monkey child had brought back bad news.

  Jiang Kongming pressed his hand against his chest, as if he felt a bit stifled in the chest cavity. He walked straight to the window and lifted up the long curtains. A warm air mixed with the scent of sunlight poured in immediately.

  He turned around, saying softly, heavily and sorrowfully: "The Xiongnu broke through the northwest defense line with lightning speed, took advantage of the chaos to attack the capital, and Emperor Xiaohanshang of Han has passed away."

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