Chapter 77 Mu has five thousand soldiers and horses, and he can conquer Yongdi!
"Greetings to Lord Chang'an."
Inside the house, a middle-aged man wearing a black warrior uniform and a Qin sword at his waist bowed to Ying Chengyu.
"Sit, sit, sit, come here just like going back to your own home, don't be formal."
Ying Chengyu placed the fruit plate he brought in on the table and sat across the table from the middle-aged man.
"Eat some fruit. Yongdi is three hundred miles away from Xianyang. You have been riding fast all the way. You are very tired, aren't you?"
The middle-aged man looks normal, but if you look closely, you will find that his fingers are trembling slightly, as if he is very scared.
He had experienced the unknown coup that year, and he knew very well what a terrifying evil ghost was hidden under the skin of the smiling man in front of him.
To be honest, he didn't know why he was still alive now. He always thought that only his corpse could see this evil ghost again.
"Chang'an Jun..."
"Don't talk yet. I'll talk to you after I ask you."
The middle-aged man nodded without any hesitation. In front of Ying Chengyu, he was like a robot that couldn't think at all.
Even though he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, if he could really see Ying Chengyu, what should he say to preserve his dignity without embarrassing the Queen Mother?
But when faced with the evil spirit in his eyes, he really couldn't think of any resistance.
"How many meals does the Queen Mother eat every day? How many dishes does she eat? How are you doing?"
"The Queen Mother eats two bowls of polished rice every day, eats four vegetarian dishes at each meal, and eats meat once every three days. She will be in good health, and I will be happy for you, Lord Chang'an."
Ying Chengyu showed a look of disappointment, shook his head and said sincerely: "That is really disappointing. In your opinion, how long can the Queen Mother live? Is it possible that she will die tomorrow?"
The Lord humiliates his subjects and dies.
As a subordinate of the Queen Mother, no matter how much a middle-aged man could tolerate Ying Chengyu, he could never tolerate Ying Chengyu insulting the Queen Mother he served.
He suddenly stood up, veins protruding from his head, and his calloused right hand grasped the Qin sword at his waist, like an angry black bear standing upright.
Iron Eagle Swordsmen are a branch of arms that have only appeared in recent years, and middle-aged men are the instructors of the first batch of Iron Eagle Swordsmen!
After so many years, the middle-aged man practices martial arts every day, and his strength is much higher than when he was first selected as an Iron Eagle Swordsman.
"Chang'an Jun!"
Looking at the middle-aged man's eyes that were about to spit out fire, the smile on Ying Chengyu's face disappeared.
He sighed softly, feeling a little disinterested.
"You want to fight me?"
The aura that the middle-aged man had been brewing for a long time suddenly dropped a lot. He lowered his head and bent his waist, and the hand holding Qin Jian also lost three points of strength.
As if he had made a big mistake, he said in a rough voice and a low volume: "It's too much..."
Ying Chengyu looked at the middle-aged man silently for a long time.
The middle-aged man was sweating profusely and his clothes were soaked through.
Seeing that the middle-aged man looked downcast and trembling, he wanted to bow down.
The middle-aged man has only one thought in his mind at the moment - kill me, kill me...
Ying Chengyu reached out and touched a scar on the corner of the middle-aged man's eyebrow, and said softly: "Let's go, don't come to Xianyang again."
The middle-aged man's face was full of shock, and he couldn't understand why he could escape. He pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
He reached into his arms and took out a letter.
This letter is not a bamboo slip, nor is it bark, nor is it silk.
It is an object half a foot long and five inches wide, with a light yellowish color, a smooth surface, and as thin as a cicada's wing.
If there are future generations here, they will definitely recognize it at a glance.
This object is a piece of paper.
The middle-aged man's head was knocked to the ground, holding the note in both hands, and kneeling in front of Ying Chengyu.
Ying Chengqiao picked it up and threw it on the table without even wanting to look at the note.
"roll."
The middle-aged man did not hesitate this time and hurried towards the door, as anxious as a bereaved dog and as panicked as a fish that slipped through the net.
It seems that Ying Chengyu behind him is an evil ghost from hell, a tiger in the mountains, and if he takes even half a step later, he will die there.
"If you want to survive, go straight back to Yongdi."
Zhiqua~
The moment the middle-aged man opened the door, Ying Chengyu's voice reached his ears.
The middle-aged man's expression darkened and he whispered: "Wei."
Leave quickly.
The drunkard is waiting outside the door.
He and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and seeing that Ying Chengyu in the room did not give any instructions, he allowed the middle-aged man to leave.
"A few years ago, if Mu had known about Your Majesty's character, Handan City would not have been easily defeated."
"Are you talking about my kindness as a woman?"
The drunkard stood behind Ying Chengyu and said: "Qin and Wei are fighting for Hexi. Wei Yang, the commander-in-chief of the Qin State, wrote a letter to the commander-in-chief of the Wei State, Young Master Ang. The letter said: I got along very well with the Young Master at the beginning, but now you and I have become enemies.
The generals of the two countries cannot bear to attack each other. I can meet you in person, make an alliance, have a few drinks, and then withdraw our troops."
"The generals of Wei State all advised and said: 'Sir, Wei Yang is a ruthless person with ruthless methods and murderous methods. Now that you are gone, if you fall into his scheme, how can we explain to the king?' Young Master Ang vowed to do this.
Wei Yang acted as guarantee and said: "Wei Yang will not kill me. Wei Yang and I have been brothers and sisters since childhood. Even if he kills everyone in the world, he will leave me alone." So he generously attended the banquet and eventually became Wei Yang's brother.
Martingale's soldiers arranged in advance to capture him."
"The Wei Kingdom was leaderless, and Wei Yang took advantage of this opportunity to launch a surprise attack and defeat the Wei army. In this battle, Qin captured the land west of Hexi, and Wei Yang was granted the title of Fifteen Cities in the Shang Territory, and was named Lord Shang. Since Ci did not command troops, he was an enemy.
It is time to kill with pain, and not to dwell on old feelings. Your Majesty, should you be the Martingale of Wei, or the Young Master of Wei?"
Ying Chengyu laughed, turned around and patted the drunkard on the shoulder.
"I, Ying Chengyu, don't do anything for anyone. I am who I am, the different fireworks. Let's go and drink!"
In the past, the drunkard's eyes would light up when he heard the word "wine", but this time he stopped and said with a serious expression: "Your Majesty."
"Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras." Ying Chengyu rushed out in a flash, and soon the laughter of the maids and Ying Chengyu could be heard outside the house.
The drunkard smiled helplessly and sighed sadly: "Your Majesty..."
There was a strange noise at the door, and someone walked into the house. The drunkard could tell who it was from the footsteps, and did not look back.
He picked up the note on the desk and looked at it carefully. The handwriting on the note was arrogant, and the words were as arrogant as a phoenix flying for nine days - Ying Chengyu, have you forgotten your bet with me!
The Lord humiliates his subjects and dies.
The drunkard had a gloomy face and handed the note to the scholar in blue shirt who appeared behind him.
"With five thousand soldiers and horses, the land of Yong can be conquered!"
The scholar in blue shirt looked at the note, took out the brush he carried with him, and found it on a piece of folded paper. The material of the paper and the note were exactly the same.
The scholar wrote on the paper: Your Majesty will not agree.
The drunkard looked at it, hating that iron could not become steel, and said angrily: "You can't conspire with me!"
The scholar wrote vigorously again: Isn't it precisely because of your nature that you and I are willing to be your disciples?
The drunkard's breath suffocated, then he felt annoyed, his face turned red, and he tore up the paper on which the scholar had written.
The scholar shook his head helplessly, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and wrote on it: Why did you destroy my paper? If you are really resentful, you will be stationed outside Xianyang City to intercept and kill the rest of the people coming from Yongdi. Your Majesty and
There are not many people who have died in Yongdi.
The drunkard snorted coldly: "Mu Nai retreated the Huns but defeated the Qin army. He is a famous general who has never been defeated in his life. He is not a reckless man who only knows how to show off his courage and fight ruthlessly, and hurt people with hidden arrows."