Shortly after the camp was established, a guard came to report that the people sent by Li Chengdong came, and Wang Fu hurriedly passed on the meeting.

Wang Fu sat upright in the newly built camp tent. A young man in his twenties turned over the tent and knelt down more than ten steps away from Wang Fu: "Li Yuanyin, the general under the position of the general of Xuzhou, met the emperor. Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!"

"You are Li Yuanyin who used a thousand cavalry to annihilate thousands of enemies. Okay, it's true that a hero is a young man." Wang Fu said appreciatively. Speaking of young men, Wang Fu was actually not older than Li Yuanyin in front of him. However, after traveling through time, his body was suddenly more than ten years older than before, which made Wang Fu very unhappy. Fortunately, after he worked hard to lose weight, he always felt that his face was younger than before when he looked in the mirror recently, which comforted Wang Fu a lot.

"Thank you for your praise," Li Yuanyin showed a hint of joy on his face. His contributions are undoubtedly the most gratifying thing.

"Li Aiqing, what's going on with the rebels now?"

"When I go back to the emperor, there is still no movement as before. No matter how provoked the generals and others, the rebels will not leave the camp." A hint of helplessness flashed across Li Yuanyin's face.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's go down and rest first."

"The last thing will be followed."

After seeing Li Yuanyin go down, Wang Fu turned to everyone: "Dear friends, it has been more than ten days since the rebels captured Jiujiang, and they are not moving at all. What is the desire?"

Gao Jie, Yan Yingyuan, Li Benshen and others also frowned and thought hard. When the two armies fought, there was no reason why one of them had been huddled in the camp and even the scouts and spies were not sent. But hundreds of thousands of rebels did this. Zuo Liangyu was so stupid and was also a powerful general who had been fighting in the world for more than 20 years. Even if he wanted to show his weakness, he would not have to cut off his own eyes.

Seeing that everyone couldn't tell me any reason, Wang Fu deepened his speculation. However, Wang Fu was inconvenient to say this.

At this moment, the Jiujiang Governor's Office was filled with sorrow. Zuo Menggeng wore a white belt on his head, sat on the top chair, and there were various generals and deputy generals sitting on the left and right. All of these people were covered with white coats, making the entire convention hall look like a mourning hall.

Wang Fu's guess was right. Zuo Liangyu was actually dead. The doctor had warned Zuo Liangyu long ago not to be angry or too happy. However, on the day of the capture of Jiujiang, Zuo Liangyu took both. He first had a day off and could go straight to Anqing to capture the emperor. Later, when he heard that Jiujiang Governor Yuan Jixian was willing to die and not surrender to him, he was furious again.

Zuo Liangyu didn't have to ask Yuan Jixian to surrender, but in Yuan Jixian, Zuo Liangyu saw that there were still many ministers loyal to Hongguang Dynasty in critical moments. He realized that his uprising might be a mistake. He was worried and fell ill the next day.

When Zuo Liangyu was sick, the generals below suddenly became a mess. In the Zuo Army, there was no one who could convince the public except Zuo Liangyu. Zuo Menggeng was too young to be unable to suppress the situation. Everyone had no idea about rebellion. It was just that Zuo Liangyu's prestige made the generals dare not object. Now when Zuo Liangyu was sick, various contradictions naturally emerged, which led to various strange actions of Zuo Army.

Fortunately, the news that Zuo Liangyu was seriously ill was blocked in time, otherwise if it spread to the entire army, the morale of the army would be fluctuating immediately.

In the first few days, the generals were looking forward to a speedy recovery of Zuo Liangyu's illness. After all, Zuo Liangyu was only in his forties, but Zuo Liangyu's illness was getting worse and worse. Everyone was desperate. In this case, no one would take the initiative to fight with the official army, and they would only lose their strength in vain. They were waiting for Zuo Liangyu to recover from the illness or simply die before deciding what they would do.

Yesterday, Zuo Liangyu vomited blood several times in the room and finally took his last breath. As soon as Zuo Liangyu died, the generals immediately started a fierce quarrel. It was impossible to defeat Anqing. Now there are only two ways in front of them. One is to apologize to the court and hope the court will pardon them, and the other is to surrender to the Tartars.

Although there is no obstacle to re-submission to the court, the news that Wu Sangui was named King of Pingxi by the Tartars has been heard. The Ming Dynasty did not have the tradition of being a king of a different surname. Moreover, the military is the most prosperous at present, so many people will naturally carefully measure whether the Tartars are divided into two groups of people.

Zuo Menggeng was temporarily promoted to the commander of the army, but he was unable to mediate the conflicts between the two sides, and watched dazedly as the two gangs arguing.

The inspector Huang Shu stood up and said, "Okay, you generals don't have to argue anymore. I have a suggestion, what about those who are willing to re-submit the Ming Dynasty and those who are willing to re-submit the Qing Dynasty?"

Hearing this proposal, the generals of both sides were stunned and nodded. Since no one could convince anyone, they could only go their separate ways, otherwise they would fight first.

Zuo Menggeng resolved the dispute between the two sides after seeing Huang Shu’s words, and felt relieved. As soon as his father and coach died, he was unable to control the team. He didn’t care whether to throw him or her: “Since all uncles and uncles agree to this proposal, in order to prevent the night from being too long, there are no delays, we should send envoys to both sides as soon as possible to contact the surrender.”

Huang Shu said bravely: "Don't worry, little marquis, I am willing to go to Shanxi to contact the Qing Dynasty, so I will not let the little marquis suffer a loss. If the little marquis goes over, at least it will be a marquis."

"Fuck, who said the little marquis is going to surrender to the Tartars?" Zhang Yingyuan stood up and pointed at Huang Shu's nose and cursed. He, Jin Shengheng and others were one of the generals who supported the re-submission to the Ming Dynasty.

"You are just farting, what's your business?" Another general, Li Guoying, also stood up and stood in front of Huang Shu, expressing his support for Huang Shu.

Although everyone has decided to vote for their own, who can win the surrender of the nominal coach Zuo Menggeng is undoubtedly a great achievement, and Zuo Menggeng suddenly became the target of the competition between the two sides.

There was another dispute, and no one was willing to give in. Zuo Menggeng was dizzy and his heart couldn't help but feel cold. His father's body was not cold, and these people had completely regarded themselves as a bargaining chip.

The dispute was fruitless. After dark, they returned home. As soon as Li Guoying walked out of the Governor's gate, he was stopped by Huang Shu: "General Li, I have something to discuss with you, so why not go to my residence to gather in my residence for the time being?"

Li Guoying nodded, and the two of them arrived at Huang Shu's mansion together. Huang Shu led his servants away and immediately said, "General Li, I have a great fortune to send you off. It depends on whether General Li has the courage."

Li Guoying said unhappily: "Mr. Huang, you and I are already grasshoppers in the same line, why bother talking hesitantly?"

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Chapter completed!