Although Yue Fei's face was full of indignation, Han Mo was extremely accustomed to it.
At this time, the only person suitable to say such things seemed to be this charlatan.
Although Tan Zhen was at odds with Guo Yaoshi, it was based on Guo Yaoshi's defection to Tong Guan.
He and Tong Guan were fighting each other, so it was naturally opposition for the sake of opposition.
What's more, Guo Yaoshi himself had no integrity whatsoever. As long as Tan Zhen came to power, he would only need to beckon him with a finger, and this guy would definitely climb onto Tan Zhen's bed without hesitation, cough cough cough, climb onto Tan Zhen's boat.
By then, they would be on good terms, and history would return to its original state.
Guo Yaoshi would still be the commander of Yanshan Prefecture, and his soldiers would still be dispersed among various cities.
Only by using Lin Lingsu, this charlatan, could the emperor be made to believe that this guy had rebellious intentions and be more wary of him!
Although Han Mo's actions were clearly intended to sow discord, this matter involved the life and death of the Great Song Dynasty. Under the circumstances, Guo Yaoshi had to be sacrificed!
"Sir, whisper in my ear!"
Hearing Han Mo's summons, Lin Lingsu immediately leaned in.
The two whispered for nearly a quarter of an hour, and then Lin Lingsu looked at Han Mo with a confused expression.
"Sir, just say what you have to say!"
Seeing his strange expression, Han Mo said with a smile.
"Did this fellow named Guo offend you?"
After hesitating, Lin Lingsu tentatively asked.
"I've never met him, so there's no question of offending him!"
"Since he hasn't offended you, and you two have never met, then why are you doing this..."
Lin Lingsu knew something about the situation in Hebei. After all, he couldn't not know the most capable general under Tong Guan.
Han Mo suddenly and inexplicably asked him to target Guo Yaoshi, and even such a strong army, which made him feel uneasy.
After all, what did a charlatan like him fear most? Being slapped in the face by reality!
If his tricks of pretending to be a god were exposed, he would be in serious trouble.
After finally climbing to his current position, if he fell, it would be an abyss.
"What if I said that Scholar Shao has divined his fate?"
"Scholar Shao? Shao Bowen?"
Hearing Han Mo's words, Lin Lingsu immediately sat up straight.
"You should know that he is now working for me, right?"
Seeing the solemnity on his face, Han Mo suddenly laughed.
At this critical juncture, Shao Bowen's reputation was still more useful!
"So that's how it is!"
With the endorsement of Shao Bowen's reputation, Lin Lingsu immediately became full of confidence.
Although he was doing much better than Shao Bowen now, he knew his own worth.
He was a master of mere scribbles, but Shao Bowen had a true scholarly background.
Compared to a charlatan like him who came from the "wild path," the difference was not just one or two levels.
If it weren't for Shao Bowen not being interested in this, it would only take a few minutes to expose his divine facade!
"There's one more thing. You said you wanted to use the name of my Shenxiao Sect to transport grain from Liangzhe to Hebei. What is the reason for this?"
Since the biggest doubt in his heart was resolved, Lin Lingsu decided to go all the way.
Although Han Mo was not a stingy person, the problem was that none of the people in the court who had taken advantage of him had a good ending.
Even Cai Jing, the Prime Minister, who had taken a large share in the spice trade with the power of his position, was not hard-heartedly tricked by this brat to the point of losing his life.
Now, he was suddenly giving himself such a great benefit for no reason, which made Lin Lingsu feel a little uneasy.
He spent money and effort behind the scenes, but gave the good reputation to himself. Lin Lingsu couldn't help but feel that something was not right.
"It's very simple. Anyone with eyes can see that there will be a war between Jin and Song. If war breaks out again, do you think the imperial guards can stop the Jurchens?"
"But what does this have to do with you sending grain?"
Even though Han Mo spoke with such conviction, Lin Lingsu still couldn't find a reason to believe him.
"Hebei is now full of famine refugees. Isn't this a good time to train new troops?"
"But even if these new troops are trained, it doesn't seem to have much to do with you, does it?"
"It has nothing to do with me personally, of course. But if war breaks out again, don't you think this is a good opportunity for Prince Xin? If you can train a loyal, ready-to-fight, and victorious iron army for His Highness, do you still think it has nothing to do with me?"
Although this reason was still a bit far-fetched, after a moment of silence, Lin Lingsu still nodded.
Han Mo was Zhao Zhen's man, and this was not new information.
Ever since Han Mo took 100,000 shi of white rice from him, he knew that this brat had definitely set his sights on Zhao Zhen.
Although a series of events that followed made everyone think that the two of them had parted ways, he had found the process of Zhao Zhen's meteoric rise amidst layers of information.
In the entire process, although many things seemed to have nothing to do with Han Mo's effort, his shadow was present in every single one of them.
"Alright then, my Shenxiao Sect also has some stored grain. No matter how much you need, count me in for half!"
After pondering for a moment, Lin Lingsu suddenly seemed to have had an epiphany.
"Aren't you afraid that your grain will be wasted?"
Hearing him say that, Han Mo was truly a little surprised.
Although the war had basically stopped at this time, it was still the period between harvests.
The entire Hebei region was now full of starving refugees, and Lin Lingsu couldn't be unaware of the Emperor's attitude towards Zhao Zhen.
Given his personality, Han Mo was truly surprised that he would be willing to spend so much money and grain at this time.
"I don't believe in Prince Xin, I believe in you!"
Hearing Han Mo's question, Lin Lingsu suddenly looked at Han Mo seriously and said.
"Believe me?"
"That's right. Compared to those princes, I'd rather believe you!"
"Aren't you afraid that I'll misjudge?"
"Having mixed in Bianliang City for so long, I haven't gained much else, but my eyesight is still fine! With your ability, even if you're wrong, what does it matter? You're not the first, nor will you be the last, Prime Minister to be stronger than the Son of Heaven in the Great Song Dynasty!"