Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

After Xing Chen shouted loudly, he looked at Han Yuxi's face.

He asked sarcastically, "It's not your turn to tell me what to do, or do you know what you have done wrong and want to accompany the regent?"

"His Majesty......"

Wen Luo took the initiative to interrupt what Han Yuxi was about to say.

"Lord Han, you and I are colleagues with similar interests. Wenluo is lucky to have you. Although the incident today happened suddenly, it was ultimately my fault. It is normal for Your Majesty to be angry. You don't need to be nervous."

After Wen Luo finished speaking, he nodded slightly towards Xing Chen neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Xing Chen raised his wrist slightly, and Wen Luo was escorted out of the building in silence.

Han Yuxi collapsed on the ground.

Xing Chen glanced at him and felt that if he was not still thinking about saving the Regent, he would have shouted "God wants to destroy Dahan" at this moment.

How pitiful.

I'm sorry, old man.

The play that should be performed has been performed, and the groundwork has been laid. It’s time to move on to the main event.

Xing Chen: "Everyone, stand up. Why are you still kneeling? Merits should be rewarded, and mistakes should be punished. The Regent has already admitted it. Why are you pretending to be so affectionate?"

The ministers knelt without moving.

Xing Chen's voice turned cold.

"I'm sentencing him to confine himself to Xiyuan Palace to reflect on his mistakes, not to be tortured in the imperial prison. What are you so nervous about?"

Zhao Chen glanced around and saw that no one dared to move, so he could only stand up and sit back in his seat.

Following his lead, other ministers also sat back down one after another.

But until this moment, the supervisory commanders on both sides who were standing with swords drawn had not sheathed their swords, let alone left Zhiting Tower.

It's clearly not over yet.

Everyone waited anxiously.

Xing Chen returned to his seat, the smile on his face returning.

"Well, didn't I say before that I had good news to announce? Now I can tell you. My uncle, Zhao Chen, the Grand Marshal of the Northern Frontier Army, has been working hard and making great contributions in the past few years. I have seen it with my own eyes and it hurts my heart. I have always felt that he should be rewarded."

This completely different attitude made the regent's followers almost grit their teeth.

Zhao Chen, who had just sat down, stood up again and knelt in front of Xing Chen.

"Your Majesty, these are all my duties, and I dare not take credit for them."

"Uncle said that again, sit up straight and don't kneel down all the time."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhao Chen returned to his seat nervously.

"Uncle is a man of virtue and good leadership. I think it would be a waste of his talent to confine him to a small place in the north to deal with those barbarians."

When Zhao Chen heard this, his bad premonition became even stronger.

"His Majesty......"

"Uncle, why are you so anxious? Wait until I finish what I have to say. The Regent is imprisoned, and Southern Xinjiang is now leaderless.

Just now, the Han family meant that there was no one available in Dahan. How ridiculous! Uncle, you are here, are you also furious when you hear this?"

Zhao Chen was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.

When he heard what Xing Chen said at the beginning, he thought Xing Chen would take this opportunity to take away his command seal and transfer him away from Northern Frontier.

But as I listened, the meaning of these words changed.

Now it sounds like he will still be transferred, but does that mean he will be transferred to southern Xinjiang to serve as the Grand Marshal of the Army?

That's when things get interesting.

He has held the Northern Frontier in his hands for so many years, and he is confident that he cannot change people's hearts by simply transferring anyone over.

As long as he wants, Northern Xinjiang will still be his Northern Xinjiang.

But if he goes to southern Xinjiang and runs the business himself, then in time, he will make sure that southern Xinjiang will no longer be dominated by Wenluo.

At that time...a situation will be formed where the southern and northern borders will besiege Kyoto.

Everything will become more interesting.

Zhao Chen was secretly happy and his face turned red.

His mind raced, and he said quickly, "Your Majesty, Southern Xinjiang has always been led by the Regent. The Regent is wise, powerful, and awe-inspiring. I dare not act rashly."

"Uncle, you are being too modest. If I say you can do it, then you can do it."

Zhao Chen could hardly suppress the smile on his face.

"I obey your Majesty's instructions."

Xing Chen sat at the top, looking at him calmly.

"Okay, I have drafted an imperial decree to promote Zhao Chen, the Grand Marshal of the Northern Frontier Army, to the Governor-General of the Two Frontier Armies, commanding the two frontiers."

"Thank you..." Zhao Chen was halfway through thanking him when he felt something was wrong but couldn't put it into words, so he bit the bullet and thanked him, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The position of Governor-General of the Two Xinjiangs has never existed before.

But the literal meaning can be understood. If the emperor wanted him to take both borders under his command, he would certainly be happy to agree.

But... Zhao Chen felt something was wrong.

"Uncle will be stationed in Kyoto from now on, taking care of both sides. I hope uncle will not think that the burden I give you is too heavy."

"Sitting in...Kyoto?"

The person who commands the two territories sits in Kyoto?

Xing Chen pretended not to hear his doubts and continued, "I have talked to my uncle before about the deputy generals under your command. I believe that there are no weak soldiers under a strong general. Each of them is brave and good at fighting, and they are remarkable."

The more Xing Chen spoke, the more confused Zhao Chen looked.

"I think my uncle can rest assured if he can choose any one of them to hand over the seal. But I think the Northern Frontier has its own unique environment to train a great commander like my uncle. After thinking it over, I think I should send a few more promising people to experience more."

Zhao Chen's face turned blue.

"Yan Huan, the commander of the Kyoto Imperial Guards, was promoted by me last year. In just one year, he transformed the Imperial Guards and their military discipline.

Oh yes, my uncle should know about this. My uncle’s eldest son, my cousin Zhao Yizhong, is now his most capable deputy.

Therefore, I intend to appoint Yan Huan as the new Grand Marshal of the Northern Frontier Army, and my cousin Yi Zhong as the deputy commander. What do you think, uncle?"

Zhao Chen: “…”

Xing Chen looked at him with a smile.

"Uncle, are you so happy that you can't speak? Of course, you have been away from home for many years, and your cousin has grown up under the care of your aunt. In the future, you can still accompany your aunt and your wife and grow old together. Naturally, I am very happy."

Zhao Chen's clenched fists couldn't stop shaking.

If he didn't know that he was surrounded heavily outside and there was a sharp blade drawn behind him, he would have punched Xing Chen in the face and then immediately fled back to the Northern Frontier to rebel on the spot.

Happy?

He was the Grand Marshal of the Northern Frontier Army, and he was well-known for favoring his concubine and ignoring his wife.

As soon as his first wife became pregnant, he took his new concubine back to the northern border.

When I came back this time, my eldest son was already two years old.

The journey to the northern border was long, and he seldom returned to Beijing. When he came back, he would only visit his still-living mother, and he never even entered the eldest lady's courtyard.

When his son called him timidly, he would just respond indifferently, never saying any extra words or giving any extra glances.

For more than twenty years, husband and wife, father and son have become strangers.

The concubine he brought to the Northern Frontier has become the real wife of the Marshal in the hearts of many soldiers in the Northern Frontier.