Riding the Pheonix Chapter 413: New Year’s Eve

Zong Rui made a sad and indignant accusation that made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

Zong Xu was quite calm, and said with a helpless smile: "Master Guo, please ignore him. This kid doesn't get along with Young Master Yang, and when they meet, it's like cockfighting. No matter how big the deal, he loves him. Just live there, I can afford a courtyard in the commander-in-chief’s mansion. I can only support dozens of them."

"Dad!"

Zong Xu didn't even look at him, and picked up the wine glass: "I was in a hurry yesterday and couldn't wash away the dust for Mr. Guo. Today I would like to toast a glass of wine and wish Mr. Guo a speedy return to the court and a better career."

Guo Xu was quite polite to a general like Zong Xu. He took a sip and said, "Thank you for your kind words."

Then asked about the situation of the Northwest Army, Zong Xu answered them one by one.

In this regard, Zong Xu always answers all questions, and Guo Xu has no doubts about it.

After the secret conversation, Guo Xu returned to the guest house.

The person who came out with him this time was a distant nephew of his. At this time, he twisted a hot towel and handed it over, saying, "Uncle Six, this family seems to be very honest!"

Guo Xu said while cleaning his face: "Honest? Huh! The acting is all over my head, pretend I don't know!"

The nephew was stunned: "Acting? They didn't tell the truth just now? How dare Zong Xu? You are obviously being demoted from the capital, but everyone knows that you are still an important minister of the Holy Emperor. As long as you say a word..."

"It's not about the northwest military affairs. These Zongxu don't dare to lie." Guo Xu took off his cotton boots and soaked his feet that had been frozen all day in hot water. He squinted his eyes in comfort.

"Then you mean..."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Guo Xu's mouth: "What's the point of practicing martial arts to win? If you don't leave, you will think that I am a fool!"

The nephew understood: "Are you talking about Young Master Yang?"

"Yes." Guo Xu said while soaking his feet, "The Zong family is afraid that I will misunderstand. This is normal. They, the generals who command the troops outside, are afraid that their superiors will not trust them, and it is understandable that they dare not contact Yang San. . But Yang San is also like this... The tacit understanding between the two parties is so good. I don’t believe it at all if there is nothing fishy between them!"

"What should I do?"

Guo Xu thought for a while: "If it hadn't been for the heavy snow to block the road, I would have sent people to Gaotang now to see what Yang San was up to. But once it snows in the northwest, it will be difficult to walk!"

The nephew asked: "Is it possible that Yang San and the Zong family colluded for other purposes?"

Guo Xu didn't think about this: "What can they do if they collude? It can't be a rebellion, right? They are unknown, so there is no need to think about it. I can't figure out what the stakes are in this. Through."

After he finished soaking his feet, he patted his nephew on the head: "Don't let your mind wander. Yang San can't leave anyway. When the snow melts, let's go to the high pond to have a look. Hurry up and pour water!"

"Hey!"

……

Guo Xu wanted to perform meritorious service and return to the Political Affairs Hall to be his prime minister. Even though the new year was approaching, he was still very diligent. He spent every day in the White Tiger Festival Hall to review military affairs, which actually helped Zong Xu solve many problems.

On New Year's Eve, the weather was fine, with no wind or snow. Guo Xu attended the dinner on behalf of the emperor to reward the northwest generals.

Everyone was drinking, and Yang Shu could not be missed, so he was also invited to attend, while Mingwei was invited to sit with the female family members.

When Zong Rui saw him, his blood started to flow again.

Finally half drunk, the generals drank freely, and he brought the wine to Yang Shu.

"Young Master Yang, it's a good day today, shall we play another game?"

Yang Shu looked casual and glanced at him: "You can't win anyway, so what's the point of playing anymore?"

Zong Rui said angrily: "Who said I can't win? These days, I have been thinking hard and will beat you to a pulp!"

"Really?" Yang Shu took a sip of wine and said without sincerity, "Congratulations, I give up."

You talk about admitting defeat, but your attitude is not that true.

Zong Rui was so angry that he asked, "Don't you dare to compete?"

Yang Shu continued to take a sip of wine and was too lazy to pay attention to him: "You have drunk too much, Mr. Zong."

Zong Rui pushed away the supporting maid and swore: "You are going to win today. When I see you later, Major General, I will take a detour and do whatever you are told without even farting! But if you don't let go, that's it." Turtle grandson!"

A cold light flashed across Yang Shu's eyes, he put the wine glass on the table and said coldly: "Young Master Zong, it's time to sober up! Who are my ancestors? You can go through them in your mind before you say anything!"

The two of them were already eye-catching. At least half of the people were paying attention to this conversation. When they heard Yang Shu's words, all the generals were stunned and immediately reacted.

Yes, this Yang San is the grandson of Princess Mingcheng and the great-grandson of Emperor Taizu. If he is the grandson of a turtle, wouldn’t that mean...

Zong Rui's mind went cold and he was mostly awake from the wine. He was about to say something when he saw Yang Shu picking up the wine glass again and said lightly: "However, since Master Zong asked for a beating, I won't be polite. You choose the map, you decide the rules, let’s see if you lose this time, what else can you say?”

After he said this, Zong Rui breathed a sigh of relief, but his previous arrogance was gone, so he had to whisper to his guards to bring him the map, and the two of them started a chess game.

Of course the generals were interested in playing military chess, so they gathered around to watch.

Zong Rui said that he had been thinking hard recently ~IndoMTL.com~ and he really didn't fool anyone. He had seen through many of Yang Shu's previous tricks, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

Guo Xu watched coldly from there, playing with the cup in his hand.

He was an imperial envoy and no one dared to drink from him, so he didn't drink much and was very sober at this time.

Zong Xu spoke to him: "Mr. Guo is laughing at me. This boy of mine speaks without restraint. He is really lax in discipline. I will definitely restrain him in the future to prevent him from losing his temper again."

Guo Xu said lightly: "You are young and energetic, which is understandable."

Zong Xu smiled and said, "I told you before that he and Mr. Yang are really at odds with each other. We have said this several times, but they still fight when they meet."

Guo Xu ignored his words, but was very interested in their chess game and asked: "They are playing military chess, right? In terms of the art of war, how can Young Master Yang defeat the Young Master?"

Zong Xu looked disapproving: "In this chess game, the dog is indeed no match for Yang Sangong, but how can we judge marching and fighting by playing chess?"

"Third Young Master Yang was raised by the eldest princess and Old Marquis Boling. Those two are famous generals." Guo Xu seemed to say casually.

Zong Xu said: "The eldest princess and the old Marquis Boling are naturally experts in the art of war, but Young Master Yang has never been on the battlefield. Talking about war on paper is just a game."

He mentioned it in a few words without mentioning that Yang Shu had completely figured out Zong Rui's relationship with him in a short period of time. Such learning ability is truly terrifying. Even if you have never been on the battlefield, with experienced veterans leading the area, you can grow up in a short time.

They were chatting here when they suddenly saw a horse galloping towards them. Even after entering the commander's mansion, he did not dismount. He rushed to the front of the hall. The knight rolled off his saddle and dismounted, shouting: "Report urgent military affairs." .General, the barbarians are knocking on the door!"