After being read by the tyrant, the character of the little cannon fodder completely collapsed

Chapter 66 Beheading and Sacrifice the Flag

"Human head, sacrificial flag!"

Chen Qianzhe nodded frequently, smiled, and his eyes drifted to Zang Yuhua.

"Little prince, the lonely general proposed that you use your head to sacrifice the flag. What do you think?!"

Zang Yuhua was still gagged, and she immediately roared when she heard these words. Unfortunately, she was whimpering, and no one could understand her.

Chen Qianzhe didn't let anyone remove the cloth from his mouth. Instead, he picked his ears and said, "Looking at you, it seems like you don't agree!"

Everyone: "..."

Is not this nonsensical?

If you want to chop off someone's head to sacrifice the flag, will they agree?
Chen Wangchuan and Liao Hu looked at each other calmly, not sure what the tyrant meant.

what's going on?

Do you still want Zang Yuhua to nod in agreement?

The tyrant seemed to have guessed everyone's thoughts. He said "Oh", relaxed his whole expression, and leaned on the dragon chair.

"I think he might not be willing, General, what do you think?"

Liao Hu cleared his throat: "Your Majesty, if you kill him to sacrifice the flag, you will kill him. Why do you need to ask for his consent? He will definitely not agree..."

"Well, does the general mean to chop off his head directly?"

"Of course it is!"

"Oh, let me ask the general, what is the meaning of this sacrificial flag?"

"...Meaning?" Liao Hu was startled for a moment, then immediately said: "Of course it is to enhance the power of our army and revive our dynasty!"

"Well said," Chen Qianzhe clapped his hands in approval: "In this case, if a resentful spirit joins, wouldn't it be unlucky?"

"...Wraith Spirit?"

"Yes, a creature with resentment!"

"..."

Liao Hu was confused.

His Majesty!

We are talking about the flag sacrifice, what are you talking about about the resentful spirit? ?
Chen Qianzhe continued: "Zang Yuhua is the little prince of Dongjiang Kingdom. What would his mentality be like if he died under the banner of our great dynasty?"

"he……"

"He will bless our great dynasty to last forever and have an invincible military power?"

"No, Your Majesty, he..."

"Of course he won't bless you," Chen Qianzhe raised his hand to interrupt Liao Hu's words, and continued to speak righteously: "At that time, what do you think the meaning of such a sacrificial flag is? Our great dynasty needs such resentment. Spiritual sacrifice flag?"

"..."

Liao Hu was originally a military general, but after drinking so much alcohol, his head was no longer sober due to the alcohol. Now, under Chen Qianzhe's serious nonsense, he was completely led astray.

After the tyrant finished speaking, he naturally said: "Of course you don't have to!"

"Right!" Chen Qianzhe clapped his hands suddenly: "Look, the general has the same idea as Gu, they don't need such heads to sacrifice the flag...Uncle Emperor, what do you mean?"

The pressure was on the regent.

After Chen Wangchuan heard this, he finally understood what Chen Qianzhe meant.

——The tyrant didn’t want to see Zang Yuhua’s head, so he was talking nonsense.

When he heard the tyrant's question, he smiled noncommittally and said, "Since your Majesty and the general have the same intention, I naturally have nothing to say here."

All the civil and military officials of the dynasty were present, and the emperor and the outstanding generals were opposed to something. What could he, a regent, insist on doing?
Isn't that going against His Majesty?On the surface, he is a loving uncle and a filial nephew, but he still has to do it!

but……

With his eyes darkened, he looked at Zang Yuhua with murderous intent: "Little prince, you must thank our Majesty properly. If it weren't for him, your little life would be gone!"

Zang Yuhua glanced at him provocatively and whimpered.

Chen Wangchuan sneered: "I think back then, how many sons of our great dynasty died on the battlefield, how many soldiers were buried in foreign lands forever, and even their souls could not return to their homeland! This time, we vowed to use your head to sacrifice the flag, but you were You're lucky enough to survive...Boy, you're so lucky!"

Ling Xi shook her head as she listened.

[Listen, listen, he finally figured out the word connotation! 】

[He is saying that you don’t take the lives of soldiers seriously! 】

[Tsk tsk tsk, Your Majesty, your royal tea is hereditary, right? ? 】

[The regent’s tea talk is no worse than yours! 】

[As expected of a male protagonist who got the script from his own mother! 】

【…】

Sure enough, after the regent's words, the expressions of the ministers became subtle.

Weak countries have no diplomacy.

Over the years, the Great Dynasty has been flanked by the two great powers in the East and West. They both want to annex the Great Dynasty, and Dongjiang, a small neighbor, is not at ease and is looking for trouble for the Great Dynasty everywhere.

In order to protect the territory of the imperial court, tens of thousands of soldiers are buried in foreign countries forever every year.

Now, they finally had the opportunity to inspire people, but His Majesty was "cowardly", which made them feel uncomfortable.

For a moment, the ministers made eye contact with each other below, all slandering the tyrant for his "inaction."

Chen Qianzhe looked at them and sighed softly: "What the emperor said makes sense, but..."

His tone changed, and his soft and clear voice became deep and dark.

"Gu Geng feels that good relations between the two countries are more important than war all year round!"

He waved his hand, and Mr. An quickly went down and took off the rag from Zang Yuhua's mouth.

"Zang Yuhua, I want to ask you, do you hope that the two countries will be at war all the year round, and the people will live in the flames of war every day, displaced, and the people will not be able to make a living?"

Zang Yuhua's face darkened, and she glanced at Chen Wangchuan gloomily: "Of course not! I don't think anyone wants to see Tiantian Zhengzheng, right?"

Chen Wangchuan shrank his pupils and said nothing.

Chen Qianzhe continued: "Yes, no one in power wants their country to conquer the east and west, and the people will be affected by military disasters, unable to recuperate, live and work in peace and contentment..."

"What do you want to say?" Zang Yuhua smiled disdainfully: "Our Dongjiang Kingdom and your great dynasty have been fighting for a day or two. Now you think about living and working in peace and contentment?"

"We don't live and work in peace and contentment, what about you?" The tyrant leaned forward slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

"..."

"As far as I know, your Dongjiang country is also having a hard time, right? You are already lacking in resources, and more people will freeze to death in winter. Coupled with unstable borders and continuous wars, your treasury is emptier than ours, right? "

"So what?" Zang Yuhua puffed up her chest and said with a bit of pride: "Do you mean that we will surrender to your great dynasty?"

"Why should we surrender to the Great Dynasty instead of a win-win situation for both of us!?"

"..."

Zang Yuhua was depressed for a moment, then frowned and asked in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Gu said, we can have a truce for ten years, and both sides can recuperate and recuperate together, and the border areas can communicate with each other, and business exchanges can enrich the people and give them the foundation to live and work..." Chen Qianzhe leaned forward, his eyes sharper: "As for ten years from now, What will happen to us, war or peace, who can say for sure!?"

(End of this chapter)