Chapter 324

At night, the Hangzhou government office was brightly lit, with hundreds of burning candles,

Illuminating this hall covering hundreds of square meters as if it were daytime, revealing every detail.

On both sides of the hall were two rows of low tables, where the important civil and military officials of the Holy Duke State sat.

Well, although Fang La's Holy Duke State only had a dozen counties, adding up to a few thousand square kilometers,

Even if it was a wealthy place in Jiangnan, the population was only over a million,

But the institutional construction of his Holy Duke State was very perfect, with Grand Marshal,

State Preceptor, Great General Protecting the State, and Ministers of the Six Ministries all established.

Not only that, he also reached his hand into religion: he also conferred titles like Tathagata...

Has he come? Tathagata~

Did he come or not? Tathagata~

It can only be said that although his background was not high, he was just a hired laborer,

But he was indeed very ambitious, or rather, had great ambitions.

However, if he didn't have such great ambition,

He couldn't have become the leader of the Manichaeism (Ming Sect) from the background of a hired laborer,

And then taken the opportunity of Zhang Jie's uprising in the north and Great Song's inability to look after itself to rise up,

And build the great foundation of the Holy Duke State.

In the original history, although his uprising was suppressed by Great Song's hundreds of thousands of imperial guards,

It also greatly shook Great Song's rule.

Although Great Song finally suffered the Jingkang Shame mostly because,

There were pig teammates Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan who truly had "the enemy in Honno-ji," it also had something to do with Fang La's uprising.

After all, if he hadn't punctured the fact that Great Song was just a paper tiger that was strong on the outside but weak on the inside,

The Jin people at that time might not have dared to invade the south.

In the center of the hall, there were dancers with beautiful figures and appearances, dressed relatively coolly,

With beautiful figures and waists looming, dancing graceful dances;

There were musicians holding instruments such as zithers, lutes, flutes, and pipes, playing music;

And countless attendants serving fine wine and delicacies lightly and nimbly.

Fang La and his civil and military officials discussed merits and enjoyed themselves, drinking and exchanging cups,

The atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic, what a picture of the monarch and subjects enjoying themselves together,

Making people almost forget that this place was a battlefield where countless people were fighting to the death and bleeding on the field during the day.

"My ministers, you have worked hard in today's battle, drink up!"

Fang La, sitting in the main seat, stood up and raised his cup to shout, toasting the generals.

"All thanks to the Holy Duke's great fortune!"

The generals did not dare to take credit and stood up to return the toast.

"Haha, everyone drink up!"

Fang La, who took in the expressions of all the generals, smiled with satisfaction, raised his cup to his lips,

And drank the fine wine in the cup in one gulp between his lips.

Although their Holy Duke State was still far from being a match for Great Gan in the north,

As long as their monarch and subjects could always work with all their hearts and trust each other,

Comparing to or even surpassing Great Gan in the future was not a dream!

He believed that his "Little Yang Youji," Great General Nanli Pang Wanchun, was absolutely no less than

The "Flower Monk" Lu Zhishen and Grand Commander Lin Chong under the Gan Emperor Zhang Jie.

"Holy Duke, drink up!"

The generals toasted again, then drank it all in one gulp, and sat down.

"Someone, fill it up for the ministers."

Fang La, who placed his wine cup casually on the table in front of him, ordered.

Immediately, special attendants holding blue and white porcelain wine pots with exquisite patterns and warm texture,

Filled the empty wine cups of the generals with fine wine.

Fang La, in a great mood, repeatedly urged them to drink, and after several more cups of fine wine, the atmosphere at the scene became even more enthusiastic.

"Report, inform the Holy Duke, there is an envoy from Great Gan outside the city asking to see you!"

Suddenly, a messenger who rushed in, panting, broke this atmosphere.

Hearing the words "Great Gan," the atmosphere at the scene instantly fell from the enthusiastic climax to a freezing point that seemed to be able to drip water into ice.

"What, the Great Gan envoy is here?"

The generals could not care about anything else and were all shocked.

At this time, the Great Gan envoy is visiting, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!

However, given what their Holy Duke State has done and Great Gan's own position,

The Great Gan envoy might bring goodwill, but it is unlikely that the Great Gan envoy would bring goodwill.

After all, the land under their feet is very vast, vast enough to support hundreds of millions of people;

But this land is also so small, so narrow, that one country, one dynasty is enough.

The relationship between their Holy Duke State and Great Gan is not to say it is life-and-death, but it is almost there.

Even though Fang La's smile did not diminish, his veins bulged,

And his hand, which was almost crushing the wine cup, exposed that his inner heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Although he had already analyzed the pros and cons of Great Gan when he talked to Zheng Biao before,

But thinking of Zhang Jie, who defeated the century-old dynasty of Great Song within a few months, he still had lingering fears.

That Zhang Jie could transform from a top scholar disliked by the Zhao Song emperor,

Change Liang Shan from a small, unknown mountain stronghold into the number one green forest force in the north,

And then overthrow Great Song to become the founding monarch of Great Gan, it is simply synonymous with a miracle.

Even though he had always thought highly of himself, in the face of those dazzling achievements, he could only sigh.

Sharing the world with Great Gan was already the greatest luxury in his heart.

"That Great Gan envoy didn't come early or late, but came just when we were celebrating the taking of Hangzhou, I'm afraid he has bad intentions.

Holy Duke, why not let me go and drive them out!"

Sitting below Fang La, wearing monk's robes, with a shiny, bright head like Lu Zhishen's,

Where even a fly would slip, with two rows of commandment scars,

But also drinking and eating meat like Lu Zhishen,

With a flushed face and some drunkenness, the big monk asked for orders.

This big monk was exactly the Baoguang Tathagata State Preceptor conferred by Fang La,

Good at using a solid iron Zen staff, and in the original work, he could fight Lu Zhishen for fifty rounds without a winner,

Beheaded the "Short-Legged Tiger" Wang Ying and "One-Meter-One" Hu Sanniang couple,

And was finally shot to death by "Little Li Guang" Hua Rong, Deng Yuanjue.

Of course, in this space-time, that lustful Short-Legged Tiger Wang Ying, who loved to drink human heart and liver hangover soup,

And was shorter than Wu Song's brother Wu Dalang, could never have eaten swan meat.

Not to mention that One-Meter-One Hu Sanniang had already been sent into Zhang Jie's harem by her father, Squire Hu, to show his sincerity in submission.

Just talking about Zhang Jie leading his army to sweep through Shandong, Henan, and other places,

Mountain bandits and water pirates like Wang Ying who relied on burning, killing, and looting had already been wiped out by him,

And mountain strongholds like Erlong Mountain and Taohua Mountain, which had thousands of small minions and dozens of leaders, were not spared.

Wang Ying, this short-legged tiger, had already become a dead tiger that could never climb up again.

"Holy Duke, absolutely not, absolutely not!

As the saying goes, when two armies are at war, do not behead the envoy.

Moreover, Great Gan is powerful now, so we must not offend Great Gan at this time."

Fearing that Fang La would decide to expel the envoy in a fit of anger,

And let the Great Gan army press on the border before they were ready,

Causing irreversible consequences, Zheng Biao hurriedly advised.

The eyes of the generals focused on Fang La. Although they were all shocked or angry,

And had their own thoughts, only he, the Holy Duke, could decide whether to expel,

Or meet the Great Gan envoy who visited rashly.