"Here you come!"

Outside the city gate, the military and civilian officials all went outside the city gate to welcome him in the early morning. Old Man Han led the generals and schoolmen, and three or five students from all faced with red official uniforms from somewhere. Officials with green robes stood on the side of the generals. Next to them were rich merchants from Beiting.

At noon, a fast horse came from the east, and the knight on the horse's back shouted from afar: "The General is triumphant, thirty miles away."

After a moment, someone came again, but he was dressed as a literati and shouted on the horse's back: "The army is coming in triumph, ready to welcome it."

Old Man Han subconsciously frowned, as if something belonged to him was now snatched away by someone.

He didn't realize what was wrong with it.

He hesitated for a moment and said sideways: "Mr. Fan, you are the general magistrate of Beiting proposed by the royal palace. Please go out ten miles on behalf of the people of the city to welcome the lord."

Mr. Fan, who was over thirty years old and very generous, quickly said, "What are the old generals saying? How can you interfere with the officials? The old generals are just asking for help first. The generals haven't seen their subordinates for a long time. I believe you are the ones you want to see the most."

A blue robe official smiled and said, "The old general is the arm of the military power of the Marquis of Beiting. Lord Fan is credited by the royal palace and is the strongest official in government affairs. Why don't you go together?"

Old Man Han frowned again, what does it mean that I am the arm of military power and you are the strongest people in government affairs?

There can only be one voice in Beiting, that is the voice of my lord!

Beiting does not allow anyone with decentralized power, even the old subordinates of our lords.

He finally became alert, but suddenly realized a problem.

These people came from the royal palace one by one, and there must be a conspiracy here!

"No, they are trying to provoke the relationship between the royal palace and the lord!" Two information appeared in Old Man Han's mind. The first one was that the King of Qin personally arrived in Hami. So why can you think of it with your butt? Another thing is the part of the songs that Beiting has been circulating from school to streets and alleys these days. Behind this...

Old Man Han was silent and looked happy, walking side by side with Lord Fan. A cold flashed in his turbid eyes. He pretended to sigh: "When the lord returns, I should urge him to quickly allocate a few economically conscious people from the eldest lady. The daily tax will be several thousand taels, not to mention that the planning of urban construction requires talents. But, the lord is sympathetic to our old subordinates, and I am afraid that he will not share our power. I hope Lord Fan can help you and say a few good words in a while, and live up to you to my Beiting for thousands of miles. How about it?!"

Lord Fan was shocked and said in surprise: "Beiting is a border town, how can we entrust our economy to others?"

The two blue robe officials asked immediately: "Are Madam Feng's subordinates more trustworthy?"

Old Man Han sneered in his heart, his expression became more and more satisfied, and he smiled and said, "You must be content with being a person. I don't know so much. Why do you do so with such a lot of power? It's better to give it up and be at ease. But the only one who is trustworthy under the eldest lady is, Qing'er, and others can't help but stop this. Unfortunately, Beiting still has too few talents now."

Several green robe officials hurriedly said, "Why don't you ask the royal palace for talents?"

Old Man Han's expression suddenly became cold, and he said a lot.

Several people gave each other a wink, and Mr. Fan of the red robe smiled and said, "The old general is very worried. After all, the border city is in great trouble, so you should be careful - the general is back."

The smoke and dust were everywhere in front of him, and a group of officials could not hide their excitement. They hurriedly wanted to meet in front of him, but saw the generals of Beiting standing on the side of the road with their arms in their arms, and had no intention of stepping forward quickly.

This is?

"My general has always been cautious in using troops. How could the central army come back first? That is just the vanguard team." Mr. An Qian, who has become a guard, contemptuously. He knew everything in his heart. At this moment, he was talking to you, "In addition, I would like to remind you, the old prince teaches you to come to Beiting, just let your general come first to see if it is suitable. For the past few months, you have recorded your actions in the workbook one by one. Whether it is suitable or not, and you will have to wait for the inspection to confirm. You should not welcome here with the appearance of the master of Beiting. Even the master messenger behind the evil people who have lost their consciences dare not find it out. You are also a good official of Beiting? Take a rest!"

These words are extremely polite, and they completely represent the thoughts of the Beiting Military Academy.

They looked down on these people sent by the court at all, and never thought of letting them stay in Beiting as officials.

Even if they are good officials.

Wei Yang once said that whether to be close or not, these people have different positions. The position of these people is in the court. They are enemies of the Western Army. Leaving them is to open the door to appeal to thieves. No one from the Western Army will agree to such a thing.

Lord Fan looked a little dazed. They had never encountered these generals and schoolmen treating them like this in these days. Today, Wei Yang is back. Do they dare to expel them at the risk of not following the orders of Zhongshun Wang Junjun?

If that is true, will this task be completed too smoothly?

"The prince must nodded in this matter. No one can count on anyone's words." Lord Fan didn't say anything, and several green robe officials muttered in a low voice.

An Shoujie laughed at him: "Do you think your wife's surname is Zhao?"

Lord Fan was so embarrassed that his face turned red. This clearly means that the relationship between Wei Xiaolang and the royal palace was something that no one in the army did not recognize. It must be natural and no one could stop it.

This is a public expression of their rejection of the people sent by the court, but looking at the generals who sneered and never approached them, we can tell whether they could get the recognition of the Marquis of Beiting. Secondly, at least it is difficult to get the recognition of these rebellious Qiu Bas.

If the army does not recognize it, can they still stay?

Disaster!

Lord Fan immediately looked at Old Man Han for help and said, "Old General, look at this... we have no malice either."

Old Man Han ignored him, calculated his fingers and said with a smile: "The Central Army is coming soon."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a fiery red cavalry appearing on the horizon ahead. The national red war skirt was covered with iron armor. It seemed as if a thin red line suddenly appeared in the whole world. Soon, the red line turned into a red glow, and gradually became a fierce wave of waves swaying on the embankment like waves slamming the shore. Ten miles away, everyone felt that they were unable to breathe. Some people turned back to look at the majestic Beiting City, and for a moment, many people felt that they were retreating.

But as the iron cavalry surged in, flooded the grassland in the blink of an eye, covered the earth, dyed the entire world red, the fearful person thought to himself: "Even if he retreated into the city, how high the city wall is, is it higher than the horse hoof of the iron cavalry under the command of the small guard?"

Lord Fan fought two times, but he was cowardly and dared not to face it in person.

He looked at his public uniform and pressed the great court rewarded by the emperor at his waist. The Gongqing Sword, who was only given the court uniform when he was worshiping the heaven and earth, suddenly felt like he was jumping up and down.

Facing the tens of thousands of iron-armored cavalry that flooded the world, what about the red-robed silver sword?
Chapter completed!