Chapter 613: It

Another day.

Early in the morning.

Gu Jin walked out of Liu Zheng's room with dark circles under her eyes.

Although she was sleepy and exhausted, she was excited at this moment!

Heavens!

What kind of person is this man of Shen Manqing!

No...

Could it be that he is truly not human?

Is he a god?

Facing the morning dew, she fiercely wiped her face!

Longyun Games?

Sports competition?

These newly emerged terms were things she had heard for the first time in her life!

But...

Just listening to them made one's blood boil!

Holding the files in her hands, she couldn't wait to run to the Horse Carriage and dash toward the Hanlin Academy.

She could imagine the expressions of those old fossils at the Hanlin Academy after seeing this "proposal."

Hey!

It must be absolutely marvelous!

It's just that this Prefect Liu is truly not a gentle person!

Liu Zheng hadn't slept all night; seeing that it was already dawn, he simply got up, washed his face, and brushed his teeth.

Just as he opened the door, he saw Liu Dahao and Feng Sanniang leaning against the doorway eavesdropping, and he was stunned for a moment: "Father, Mother, what are you..."

The two elders laughed awkwardly.

"Nothing, nothing..."

"Morning jog, morning jog, just passing by..."

Feng Sanniang winked: "Not bad, kid, you haven't even married the Princess yet, and you've already prepared a concubine?"

Bang!

Hearing this, Liu Zheng almost slammed his head into the doorpost.

Who would have thought, before he could speak, Liu Dahao said impatiently: "But you have to be gentle! That's a girl, a girl! This Miss Gu is, after all, the granddaughter of the Minister of Rites!"

"I..."

Liu Zheng had a face full of black lines.

Fine, this was completely impossible to explain. When he was studying the Longyun Games project with Gu Jin yesterday, his roaring voice had indeed been a bit too loud... Who would have thought this young lady was no pushover either; the two of them had been arguing back and forth, clanging and banging...

Liu Zheng suddenly shuddered, his eyes widening.

These two old folks couldn't have been eavesdropping here all night, could they?

Oh my mother!

Just at this moment.

A messenger ran over in a hurry: "Young Master, a letter from the Western Regions! Urgent!"

The three of them looked at each other.

After getting the letter, they returned to the room.

Liu Zheng opened the letter, and his expression changed instantly: "What?"

The two elders looked over with grim faces.

"Brother Mire, he..."

Seeing this blood-stained letter, Liu Zheng couldn't help but choke up.

Brother Mire is dead!

That hearty man is actually dead! Thinking back to those years, when he was in the Western Regions, if it hadn't been for Mire, he would have long since perished in Loulan. Mire was likely Liu Zheng's first foreign friend in this world. Although he was a follower of Islam, because he had been doing business abroad for many years, he had his own respect for all kinds of cultures.

He was a man of hearty character who conducted himself with integrity.

Although the two did not have much interaction, they often exchanged letters.

In past letters, Mire had also expressed his wish to restore his country... It's just that he never expected the Ottoman Empire to act so decisively this time!

Although the content of the letter was fragmented, one could see the tragic state the Arab Empire was currently in.

In the first ten days of this month, the Third Prince of the Ottoman Empire, Erdogan, suddenly launched a massacre against the Arab government-in-exile. This matter caused a huge uproar throughout the Arab region. Those small countries were filled with anxiety. The Ottoman army displayed the combat power of a super Empire capable of looking down upon the world.

In the end, the last descendant of the Arab royal family, Abbas, was beheaded by him with a single blade, even though he had already surrendered.

Thus.

The Arab Empire, which had lasted for over a thousand years in the Central Asia region, finally collapsed with a crash after centuries of lingering on.

The Mire family, as the main economic source for the Arab royal government-in-exile, received "special attention" from Erdogan!

Extermination!

Mire's entire family, young and old, none survived, including his four wives and thirteen children!

Only he managed to escape with great difficulty.

"Damn it!"

Liu Zheng smashed his fist hard against the wall, his anger soaring to the heavens.

From this blood-written letter alone, he seemed to be able to see the devastation of life, rivers of blood, wails filling the fields, and severed limbs and remains!

You annihilated the Arab royal family; he understands that.

Since ancient times, the changing of imperial power has always been this cruel, this thorough in cutting weeds and eliminating roots!

But...

You would not even spare the descendants of a loyal official like Mire?

That is going a bit too far!

Erdogan, Erdogan...

In previous letters, this was the image of a tyrant.

"Zheng, this..."

"Zheng, what on earth has happened?"

Liu Zheng shook his head and waved his hand: "Father, please call Jiang Xuan here."

The old couple looked at each other, knowing something major had happened; they did not disturb Liu Zheng, closing the door as they left.

The Ottoman Empire...

Liu Zheng took a deep breath, his entire exhausted body leaning back against the chair.

In his past life, how could he not know of this empire that swept across half the world? It is now the seventeenth century, the time when the Ottoman Empire is at its most powerful. Under the leadership of Barbarossa, the Ottoman navy has directly controlled the Mediterranean Sea; the Ottoman Empire is the only Central Asia country in history capable of contending with Europe.

A formidable enemy.

This is a formidable enemy.

If it were said that previously in the Central Asia region, there were the Arab government-in-exile and those small countries secretly supported from behind to act as buffers, this time, Liu Zheng needs to consider Erdogan's sweeping purge.

What does the Ottoman want to do?

Do they want to march into Asia?

If that is the case, I fear the Longyan Dynasty will truly be in imminent danger.

Threats from the outside world are increasing. The Eighteen Envoys are still in Jinghua and have not yet departed. The Mongol Cavalry are beginning to rise, and the Wokou have not given up their evil intentions. The Sheng Tang Remnants are already sharpening their blades in Nanyang, seeking to restore their nation...

The struggle for the succession within Longyan...

A storm for Longyan is about to arrive.

And why...

Must he be the one to bear all of this?

Liu Zheng could not help but smile bitterly.

The Crown Prince is likely still in the Eastern Palace watching the show, Dong Shuyu is likely still stirring up trouble in the inner palace, and Zheng Fu is still longing to regain control of the inner palace. People like Zhu Zhen are still watching the fire from across the river, and the Noble Class is also considering their own interests.

And he...

Still has to guard against being purged by the Emperor at any moment, considering whether he can leave Jinghua alive.

It is too difficult.

It is too hard for him.

Soon, Jiang Xuan arrived.

This fellow came running over with the scent of powder and rouge all over him.

Liu Zheng frowned: "If you like her, take your Xiao Fengxian to Liangzhou. You need to make a trip back."

Jiang Xuan's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Are we going to war?"

Liu Zheng nodded, stood up, and said leisurely: "It is time to do something serious."