"I... Uncle San, you have to help me. This country was beaten by my father with a pair of dragon sticks back then. You can't let outsiders take it away!"

Zhao Tingmei said with a smile: "I don't dare to care. How did Sun Yue become a military governor? Isn't it just to be careful of me? I'll care, you will be suspicious of me anymore."

"Uncle San was joking. Now the people are spreading this. You gave it to me. If Uncle San was willing, I will return this emperor to you."

"Don't, I'm really not interested in that person. I've told you a long time ago that Sun Yue would be unable to resolve this matter if he just holds a soldier outside for a day. You said that you, the nearly 300,000 troops actually sent the party to serve as a military supervisor. Wouldn't you be smart?"

"Yes, I was wrong, but who would have thought at that time that Sun Chunming and Cao Bin were actually birds of a feather! Why don't you help me become this military supervisor?"

"Haha, now I think of me? It's too late~ I know the way the Sun family father and son do things very well. After so long, the little soldier probably has been accepted by Sun Yue for a long time. We have never seen you since we came up. How much face can he give me now?"

Zhao Dezhao was speechless, but suddenly said, "Uncle San, otherwise, you should take a few military governors you know to the northwest. If... what if there is something unstable in our country, you can also imitate the story of Liu Chong of the Northern Han Dynasty and leave some blood for our Zhao family..."

With a bang, before Zhao Dezhao finished speaking, Zhao Guangmei waved her hand and slapped her, which made Zhao Dezhao confused.

No one has beaten him for many years, and he was really a little overwhelmed with what expression to do.

But at this moment, Zhao Tingmei's intentions were completely gone, as if she was sober, and said very seriously: "Listen to me, you will never have such an idea. Yanyun's sixteen prefectures have been taken back. The world has long been unified. Split and separatist, that is the real way to die! People in the world have been fed up with war. Anyone who attempts to split China will be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame in history, and will eventually be able to perish themselves! Even if there is really one day in the future, think about it, what will happen to the Liu family? How about the Chai family?"

Zhao Dezhao was still the same as before, as if he had not recovered from Zhao Tingmei's slap. The emperors who were slapped in the face were probably not many in history.

"What's wrong? You are still not convinced if I hit you?"

Zhao Dezhao quickly said, "No, you are right, you are right. It's not embarrassing to be beaten by your third uncle. I... Alas, we must do something. You must help me today. If you don't help me, I will only be able to write an imperial edict for you."

Zhao Tingmei said impatiently: "Looking at your promising prospects, if I really let you write, you will be a mess, and you dare to say anything, you are."

Zhao Dezhao lowered his head and said nothing, looking very aggrieved.

"You want to move, how do you want to move? The front line is still fighting, and the Empress Dowager of the Great Liao has led the army in person. Do you want to plot against our own coach? That's asking for death. How can you move before Sun Yue comes back? Besides, even if it's the eldest brother, when he moved Zhao Pu, he would have helped his second brother up first, and stripped his wings step by step before he dared to rub him. Do you have such a person in your hand now?"
Chapter completed!