Chapter 95 Sand Table Deduce

In Shangjing, many people are paying attention to the results of the last day of the three sessions. The dispute between the noble marquis and the commoner marquis of the Zhou Dynasty has a long history. If Fang Yun can succeed, not only the precedent of impeaching the marquis of Wu, but more importantly, the result of the trial represents the change of the status of the noble marquis and the common marquis of the Zhou Dynasty.

When Fang Yun walked out of the Sifang Hou Mansion, he immediately found that outside the gate, the crowd was much denser than usual. Seeing Fang Yun coming out, he immediately looked over.

"Little marquis, can you set off?"

Outside the gate, a government official leader said.

"Hmm."

Fang Yun nodded and stepped into the sedan chair.

The outside of Dali Temple is heavily guarded, and the guards are twice as many as usual. Fang Yun lifted the curtain and looked out of the window. When I saw four carriages pulled by eight horse-drawn carriages, my heart jumped.

The etiquette system of the Zhou Dynasty was extremely strict. Ninety-five symbolizes the number of the Son of Heaven. Only the carriage of the Son of Heaven can be pulled and run with nine fierce horses. The rest of the people, no matter who they are, the horses pulled must not exceed nine. For Fang Yun, Xu Quan and other princes who have no reputation, the horses pulling the cart cannot exceed five.

These four carriages have cloud patterns on the body, carved the sun, moon, mountains and rivers. At the same time, they are driven by eight fierce horses, second only to the nine horses of the emperor. The respect of their status is self-evident.

"Is it those people!" Fang Yun's heart shook fiercely.

In the Dali Temple, it is solemn.

Zhang Muqing, the minister of Dali Temple, Li Juzheng, the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and Liu Shouzheng, the imperial historian of the People's Procuratorate, were sitting on both sides of the lobby at this time, with a posture of listening. In the middle of the lobby, in the seat of the presiding judge, there is a middle-aged Confucian who wears a first-class imperial costume, wears a crown, is majestic, but shows a gentle and elegant atmosphere.

"Fang Yun, this is the Senior Government Pavilion of the court, Lord Yipin Guanglu Rongtingrong! Today's sand table deduction is hosted by Lord Rong!"

Seeing Fang Yun walking into the lobby, Li Juzheng, the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, stood up and said.

Fang Yun's heart moved slightly, but he thought of a person. In the Japanese Lantern Festival Examination, there is one of the questions, which was issued by Lord Rong, the doctor of Guanglu.

"Is it this person?" Fang Yun thought to himself and looked up.

In the lobby, Lord Rong seemed to understand the thoughts in Fang Yun's heart, nodded slightly, and smiled with approval.

"Late birth Fang Yun, I have seen Lord Rong!"

"Hmm. Today's three-class trial, according to Your Majesty's will, will be presided over by me. Zhang, Li and Liu attended the audience!" Lord Rong said indifferently, "However, the prince Shaobao hasn't arrived yet. Fang Yun, you have to wait a little longer."

"I understand in the late life."

Even Dr. Guanglu of the imperial court can wait. What else does Fang Yun have to say? Taking advantage of this time, Fang Yun took a look. I immediately found that today's Dali Temple is very different from usual.

Being the Rong Daren, two bead curtain curtains are also set up today. Through the bottom of the curtain, four empty chair legs and feet can be faintly seen.

"In addition to Yang Hong, there are still four people who haven't arrived!"

Outside the Dali Temple, four carriages of eight horse-drawn carriages have already arrived, that is to say, the most powerful people today have already entered the Dali Temple. These four bigwigs, any one of them, are all powerful figures who shake the world.

The four people had already arrived, but none of them showed up. Fang Yun couldn't help but think of a picture: four Taishan Beidou were gathering in a hall in Dali Temple and talking face to face.

As long as he thought of this pair, Fang Yun couldn't help breathing a little cloudy. While many people are paying attention to today's three-chapter review, somewhere behind the bead curtain may be quietly determining the future trend of the Zhou Dynasty.

"The prince has arrived!"

At this time, a loud voice came from outside the hall. Then, with a sound of strong feet, Prince Shaobao Yang Hong appeared at the gate of Dali Temple.

Yang Hong walked firmly, and his eyes were bright and bright, revealing a strong self-confidence.

"Lord Rong!"

Yang Hong glanced at the lobby and finally fell on the chief judge.

"Prince Shaobao, you're welcome. Come in."

Rong Tinghong said that his expression was peaceful, but he was not biased because of Yang Hong's accusations against Confucianism.

Yang Hong stepped into the lobby, glanced at Fang Yun, snorted slightly coldly, and then stood on the left side of the hall.

"Since the Prince Shaobao has arrived, the three-class trial can begin." Rong Ting looked down at the hall with a righteous face, paused and said:

"In addition, according to the will of the emperor, there will be a special behind-the-scenes seat, which will be attended by Dazai, Taifu, Taibao and Wu Mulie. - Several adults, please take your seat!"

As soon as Rong Ting's voice fell, Fang Yun saw three pairs of black cloud-patterned boots under the bead curtain, and a pair of light gold leather military boots crossed in from both sides at the same time, walking vigorously and powerfully.

Four pairs of different boots, put aside in eight characters, sit upright and do not move on the master's chair behind the bead curtain.

On the left side of the lobby, when he heard the names of Dazai, Taifu, Taibao and Wu Mu, Yang Hong's face changed in a row. In front of these four bigwigs, he was as frivolous as Yang Hong and felt an invisible pressure.

The four people behind the bead curtain represent the highest civil and military power of the Zhou Dynasty. The status and rights of these four people are beyond doubt, and no one can be humiliated.

There was a slight panic in the depths of Yang Hong's pupils.

"Sure enough, it's them!"

Although Fang Yun had been prepared for a long time, he still couldn't help but feel the ups and downs when he heard the names of these four stremping and shaking in all directions. No one expected that the emperor would send all the literary and martial arts warriors of the Zhou Dynasty.

"Come on, bring up the sand table!"

Rong Ting ignored the feeling of the two people in the hall. With a wave of his hand, eight government officials immediately came in with a wooden table. On each wooden table, there is a part of the wilderness terrain made of sand. The four tables are put together to form a huge sand table, which fully shows the terrain of the Northwest Campaign. The hills, canyons, plains and forests are all in great detail.

"Let's go to the table!" Rong Ting pointed to the huge sand table under the hall.

After the two took the table, Rong Ting said righteously, "Fang Yun, in charge of the army of the Di nationality, with a military strength of 1.2 million; Yang Hong, you are in charge of our army, with a military strength of 650,000. This deduction, destroying the other party's army or occupying the other party's camp, is considered a victory.

Rong Ting waved his hand, and two black Confucian scribes dressed like scribes came up.

"Here are some small flags, each flag, representing 10,000 military strength. Different colors represent different services..."

The scribe who walked to Fang Yun explained in detail the military composition of the wilderness, handed over a bundle of small flags to Fang Yun and retreated. Almost at the same time, the scribes on Yang Hong's side also retreated.

There was silence in the lobby, and everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Yun and Yang Hong.

"Let's fall on both sides!" Dr. Guanglu said to Rong Ting.

"Fang Yun, I won't bully you. For this sand table deduction, I'll fall first. You can see it clearly.

Yang Hong's wrists trembled, and all the flags in his hand flew out. After these flags flew out, Yang Hong looked down at the sand table and immediately remained motionless, as if he had turned into a wood carving and lost his soul.

"Huh? Something is wrong!" Fang Yun glanced at Yang Hong and immediately felt that Yang Hong was in a wrong state.

"Fang Yun, it's your turn." Rong Ting reminded.

Fang Yun withdrew his eyes and calmed down when he heard the sound. He didn't go to see Yang Hong's troop arrangement either. Different flags represent different services. Except for Yang Hong, it is useless for others to see them. And once this sand table deduction starts, all the troops will be disrupted immediately. It's useless to see it in advance.

After meditating for a while, Fang Yun put all the flags in his hand in the same place in a pair of surprised eyes.

"Boom!"

For a moment when the flag was inserted, Fang Yun suddenly felt his mind, like a stone constantly sinking. Countless white lights exploded in front of him, and countless complex terrains changed in front of his eyes. When Fang Yun calmed down, he suddenly found that he had appeared in a mountain forest, around the banners, with knives and guns pointing to the sky The army, like dark clouds, swept away...

"It's started!"

In the lobby, everyone nodded. At the moment when Fang Yun fell the flag, a black and white airflow rushed straight to the sky from the sand table. The air flow turned and turned into an illusory light and shadow, bursting away. In the light and shadow, countless forests, hills, plains, narrow valleys and rivers emerge one by one. In this complex terrain, two large armies are murderous and buried in it.

In the gaze of everyone, Yang Hong's 650,000 troops, scattered all over the stars, formed a huge net, radiating a murderous opportunity in this world. And opposite Yang Hong, in a deep mountain. Fang Yun's 1.2 million troops were dense and crowded together. No one expected that Fang Yun would do this, which was a big taboo.

"The two armies are against each other, pay attention to the arrangement of troops, inch by inch of trap, step by step. Fang Yun gathered all his troops together. This gives the other party room to play with all their strength. I fell into a disadvantage at the beginning. Fang Yun, this is a big taboo of military service!"

Li Juzheng, Liu Shouzheng and Zhang Muqing saw the situation in the field, and their hearts were sinking. Although they are Confucian ministers, the art of war is a compulsory classic of Confucianism. Fang Yun, a platoon, they knew at a glance that they wanted to win more than less and rely on troops to kill Yang Hong.

But the real battlefield, which is changing rapidly, can never be determined by the simple number of troops!

"The soldier is a tempt tish way. I think highly of the second son of the Fang family.

Everyone in the scene had different minds and were not optimistic about Fang Yun's time. At the back of the lobby, behind the bead curtain on the left, there was a slight soft sound.

"Restant to change..., it's a little interesting!"

At this time, Dr. Yipin Guanglu, Rong Ting, spoke. He arched his hand to both sides of the lobby and shouted:

"Two marquises, there will be two people in this sand table deduction!"

"Hmm."

As soon as the voice of Dr. Guanglu's Royal Court fell, around the lobby, after the two dim-colored screens, two indifferent responses immediately came. Then, two vast internal forces flew out and sank into the sand table in the center, and the light and shadow in the void immediately became extremely real. Countless forests and grasses are growing.

......

"This sand table has been refined into a magic weapon!!"

At this time, in the mountains and forests, Fang Yun was extremely surprised and felt everything around him. Countless tents are in the shape of cobwebs, extending from this valley to all directions. Every camp is full of countless soldiers. These Dihuang people are tall, with bright eyes, eagle nose and extremely strong breath.

1.2 million Dihuang aliens, all under the control of Fang Yun at this moment, one by one. H