Wen Tianxiang nodded, "The Emperor is wise."

"The wise mind is not worthy of it. If there is any omission, you will have to work hard to make you worry."

Zhao Dongting said politely, "By the way, you will send someone to send a message back to Leizhou, saying that the Yuan Dynasty had agreed to replace Li Xiushu, and asked the people from Wudingtang to bring Princess Mingzhu to the Minqing area, and then sent a message to Li Wangyuan, urging Li Wangyuan to send troops quickly to stop the White Horse Army in Shu from continuing to occupy Kuizhou. In Shu, those insidious people in Dali, who were holding the banner of serving the Song Dynasty, strengthen their strength. Now that we have already negotiated peace with the Yuan Dynasty, we should let them suffer. We always pick up ready-made ones next to us. How can there be such a good thing in the world? Do you think?"

Wen Tianxiang almost couldn't help laughing, holding it in, "What the emperor said is very much."

Zhao Dongting's words really didn't seem to be said by an emperor. They were too... down-to-earth.

However, Zhao Dongting continued to murmur: "I just don't know if Li Wangyuan's Western Xia army can block the white horse in Shu."

Wen Tianxiang pondered, "Your Majesty, I think it's not good to stop it, nor is it good to stop it. The best thing is that they can kill it indistinguishable."

"The military aircraft ordered this to be... so poisonous..."

Zhao Dongting laughed, "Are you going to weaken Li Wangyuan before they differentiate from us?"

Wen Tianxiang also did not deny that "the military and national affairs are not poisonous... they are not husband."

Zhao Dongting nodded deeply, "Yes, the people in Dali are quite poisonous, so they have picked up so many cheap ones."

As he said that, his face also showed a bad look, "Dali has hot air balloons, I guess there must be there in Shu, but Xixia may not even have thunder in the sky. It is probably difficult to block the White Horse Army in Shu. The military aircraft makes you think, should we tell Li Wangyuan about the hot air balloons and the method of thunder in the sky? This will also make him owe us a great affection."

"ah?"

Wen Tianxiang was surprised and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, this is the military foundation of our dynasty. Is it inappropriate to hand it over to Xixia?"

Zhao Dongting shook his head, "The key to the thunder thunder lies in the ratio of gunpowder. The manufacturing of hot air balloons is not complicated, and it is actually much simpler than the Shenlong Gun. Even if they are not given it, it will take no longer for the Xixia and Yuan dynasties to develop hot air balloons. With these two things alone, we cannot lead too long."

Wen Tianxiang's face was solemn, "Yes, at that time, our soldiers of the Song Dynasty will be unable to defeat the many with less and will be invincible. Unfortunately, we are unable to destroy the Yuan Dynasty, Xixia, and Dali in one fell swoop."

Both of them sat under the shade of the tree, but one was solemn and the other was relaxed.

Zhao Dongting smiled relaxedly, "It's okay, when I return to Leizhou, I will study some new weapons."

Wen Tianxiang was dumbfounded, his eyes lit up, "Your Majesty, have you developed a new weapon?"

Zhao Dongting pretended to be a pussy, "Isn't this little thing enough to get it?"

Wen Tianxiang was amused and crying.

I'm afraid that only the emperor dares to say this, and only the emperor is qualified to say this.

Thunder, dragon gun, hot air balloon, and grenade launcher. There are so many amazing weapons that no one has ever invented before. The emperor actually said it is enough to pick it up?

He really wanted to see how the emperor's head grew, and why did he have so many wonderful ideas?

Maybe it was because of the fact that the Emperor wanted to make the Song Dynasty prosperous again, so that the emperor would suffer from the disease of soul differentiation?

The emperor is so amazing now.

...

Three more days have passed.

The White Horse Army in Shu had already captured most of Kuizhou, but on the East Road of Lizhou, the Xixia army was eyeing it, but did not advance.

Pu Shougen's reply came to Dadu again.

After receiving the letter, Kublai Khan was happy and immediately asked Huang Liangce and ten great Yuan masters to take Li Xiushu out of the palace and head to Fujian.

Li Xiushu is really beautiful and stunning, and can be ranked on the list of the courtesans in the world. But obviously, Kublai Khan would not take her too seriously.

Not to mention that she has no children, even if she has one, so what?

If you put aside the identity of Li Wangyuan's sister, Li Xiushu is just a beautiful woman.

And in this world, there are so many beautiful women.

It was almost mid-July in a blink of an eye.

Ghost Festival is coming.

Ghost Festival is also known as the Mid-July and the Zhongyuan Festival. This is a Taoist saying, while Buddhism is called the Ullambana Festival.

However, no matter what you call it, these days are a festival for the people to remember their ancestors and invite the deceased people at home to go home.

Zhao Dongting was naturally still in Minqing. But two days ago, Yuan Zhenzi and others also arrived here with the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain.

In the past few days, craftsmen who have made tributes in Minqing County and surrounding villages and towns have been busy, and they have received large orders from mysterious customers.

In addition, farmers who raise chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, pigs, etc. suddenly came to buy them.

In a short time, the paper money around Minqing County was swept away, and countless livestock were also taken to the Song army's garrison.

Paper money is expensive in Minqing County one day. Many people want to buy paper money, incense, candles, and worship their ancestors, but find it difficult to buy it.

Countless altars and soul-summoning flags were also erected outside the south city gate.

Zhao Dongting wants to open an altar to worship the dead souls in the army.

He seemed particularly enthusiastic about this. However, countless soldiers in the army were grateful and even more determined to be the bloody thought of the Song Dynasty.

Among those dead souls, too many are their relatives and their close friends.

They died for the Song Dynasty and could not survive. But at least, the emperor still remembered them in his heart. Even the emperor could not call their names.

The day of Zhongyuan Festival is finally here.

Zhao Dongting wore a dragon robe, took Wen Tianxiang, Yuan Zhenzi, Hong Wutian, Ren Wei, Zhao Da and others to the South Gate at dawn.

The soldiers in the army gathered outside the South Gate, with flags spreading and armor spreading.

Zhao Dongting climbed the city tower.

As soon as he arrived at the city, the Shemen soldiers at the bottom raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

Countless people in the Minqing area watched it, and it was not until this time that they realized that the Emperor of Song was actually in Minqing.

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty's large-scale sacrifice to the souls also touched them.

Among them, relatives also died in the previous war.

"Crash the cannon!"

Zhao Da stood not far beside Zhao Dongting, and suddenly raised his arm and shouted.

Sixty-six grenade launchers under the city shook together, and shells flew into the air and then landed on the clearing ground in the distance.

This power also made many people present look dumbfounded.

I was happy that some soldiers under my command also turned into the people to watch such a "mass event". I couldn't sweat coldly at the moment.

Fortunately, the Song army did not use this thing when they were fighting before, otherwise how could they stop it?

After the cannon fired, Zhao Dongting raised his hand.

The soldiers below suddenly became quiet.

Zhao Dongting whirled in his internal energy and shouted: "Recruit the dead soul!"

Yuan Zhenzi and other great masters from Longhu Mountain led the disciples below to practice the Dharma.

Thousands of Taoist priests moved around the altar, or sat cross-legged on the ground and recited scriptures. This momentum was so powerful.

The wind blows by.

Countless bells ring.

It seems that there are really ghosts crying and whispering.

The soldiers used blood to sacrifice the dead.

Then, the livestock were carried to the garrison by the soldiers. The fireheads in the army were all busy and sweating profusely.

Zhao Dongting stood at the top of the city, quietly watching Yuan Zhenzi and others do it.

But a certain momentum was revealed in the army.

This is the spirit gathering.

Thick smoke rose into the sky.

The burning fragrance of the candle spreads toward the surroundings.

Countless piles of paper money were ignited, and with the wind, the burning ashes of paper money were rolled on the ground.

Some people say that these ashes are rolled up, which means that the dead are taking away the paper money.

Whether this is true or false is difficult to determine. But according to the common theory, ashes should not be rolled. Such things always exist, and those who believe in them will not exist.

The people who had not bought paper money simply used the paper money in the army to insert incense and candles not far away to summon the dead souls.

Then, someone took the paper money into the city, and went all the way, burning it all the way.

This is to invite the dead soul into the house.

When the ritual was about to end, Zhao Dongting suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Please give me the dead soul!"

Ren Wei and Zhao Da ran down the city.

Then, Zhao Hu and a group of She generals personally took the lit paper money, burned it all the way, and ran towards the military camps in the city.

Mrs. Xu's face was touched, she looked at Zhao Dongting and said, "I... Thank you, the emperor."

Most of the people who died in the Battle of Minqing were She soldiers.
Chapter completed!