Seeing that Wang Ping seemed to find it difficult to accept this result, Fei Yi comforted him with kind words: "You know the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister always attaches great importance to military discipline and law. After the Battle of Jieting, Ma Su had many meritorious deeds, but he still committed suicide because of 'disobeying military orders'."
He was demoted three levels by the Prime Minister for taking risks. If Ma Su was not a rare general in a century, the Prime Minister would definitely not allow him to use his merits at the expense of his crimes and use him again."
"Ask yourself, Zijun, how are your generals compared to Ma Su? Can they turn things around and turn decay into miraculous power?"
Fei Yi deliberately brought up the story of Ma Di's previous demotion, and at the same time paid close attention to the changes in Wang Ping's expression, and secretly injected the maximum lethality into his unhurried words.
"I...I'm not as good as Ma Su..." Wang Ping shook his head in frustration.
Fei Yi continued: "Zi Jun, since you defected to the Han Dynasty, the prime minister has not looked down upon you because of your illiteracy, but promoted you to a general step by step. How could you be so confused and act impulsively that you can't get along with Ma Su? Now he uses comprehensive
I am threatening to resign and want to put you to death. If the Prime Minister had not tried his best to mediate, it would definitely not be as simple as just reducing your position to the people."
"The most important thing now is to admit the mistake as soon as possible, give an explanation to His Majesty, the Prime Minister, and the entire army, expose this matter as soon as possible, and reduce the subsequent impact of this matter on the army.
"So, you only need to go up to the table to admit your mistake to the Prime Minister, and deeply reflect on yourself in front of the entire army, and the matter will be over."
"The Prime Minister also knows that it is a bit difficult for you to state your fault in front of the entire army. As the saying goes, a soldier can be killed but not humiliated. If he does this, you will definitely bear an unparalleled infamy for the rest of your life, and you will never have any reputation in front of the world.
There is dignity at all, but if we don’t do this, I, Ji Han, will lose a great general (Ma Su). How can we continue the great cause of the Northern Expedition? How can we start talking about supporting the Han Dynasty? "
"Which is more important? If you were the prime minister, what would you do?"
"Zijun, don't let down the Prime Minister's expectations of you."
After listening to Fei Yi's words, Wang Ping finally realized the crux of the problem: it was not Prime Minister Zhuge who wanted him to die, but Ma Su who was forcing him to die, and the Prime Minister was trying his best to save him.
He misunderstood the Prime Minister!
Wang Ping took a deep breath, picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp, looking straight at Fei Yi: "As long as I die, then Ma Su will no longer embarrass the Prime Minister?"
"Yes." Fei Yi nodded: "But you don't have to die now. The prime minister has saved your life. You just need to admit your mistake in front of the entire army and reduce your position to the people, so that you can dispel Ma Su's anger."
"Don't let your imagination run wild, as the ancients said: It's better to live than to die."
"Haha..." Wang Ping smiled bitterly: "If this is the case, what joy can there be in life?"
"Master Fei Yi, can you lend me a piece of white silk?"
Fei Yi was "shocked" and repeatedly waved his hands to persuade him: "No, no! Calm down, Zijun, I can never give you this white silk."
"In this case, please calm down for a moment, and I will go and persuade the Prime Minister. Please save you from having to state your fault in front of the whole army. You can wait for my good news."
With that said, Fei Yi hurriedly stood up and tried to leave, but he heard a "stab and pull" and his cuffs got caught on a corner of the desk, and then split, changing from a tube shape to a sheet shape.
Fei Yi angrily pulled off a piece of fabric from his cuff, held it in his hand, and muttered angrily, "Profiteer! The quality of clothing is so poor!"
Wang Ping looked at the robe on his body and suddenly became thoughtful.
Fei Yi rolled the cloth in his hand and said to Wang Ping: "Zijun, please give me three days, and I will definitely persuade the Prime Minister to be more lenient."
Wang Ping bowed his hands to Fei Yi gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Fei..."
Fei Yi stroked his beard and smiled, and said confidently: "Fortunately, the Prime Minister and I often discuss national affairs, and I can still listen to what the Prime Minister says to me. If nothing else, you can be released from prison in three days."
Home."
After a pause, he added: "No need to review."
After saying this, Fei Yi ordered the cell leader outside to open the cell door, turned to Wang Ping and made a calm gesture before stepping out.
After coming out of the prison, Fei Yi took a long breath, threw away the cloth in his hand, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
He is four years younger than Ma Su and Yang Yi, and two years younger than Jiang Wan. Naturally, he is ranked after the above three people in order to succeed the prime minister.
In his eyes, these three people are his direct competitors.
If there is no chance, forget it. He will work hard to increase his weight. Now that such a bad guy has come from the sky and ruined his chance to succeed as prime minister, then why not do it?
Therefore, Fei Yi deliberately concealed the Prime Minister's words "may be used in the future", and added his own "unique insights" to the Prime Minister's words, and used high-end language skills to frame Wang Ping's life in the "Three Years".
Within the sky”.
It is foreseeable that three days later, when Wang Ping, who has renewed hope, learns the result of "the punishment remains the same", he will inevitably take extreme measures to end his own life.
In this way, Ma Su will be labeled as "narrow-minded, intolerant of others, and self-interested". It is impossible for such a person to succeed the prime minister and lead the officials.
Rival -1…
Delightful!
"Wen Wei, why are you here in a daze?"
A sudden sound interrupted Fei Yi's contemplation.
Yang Yi turned around from the side, tilted her head and looked up and down, then glanced at the prison nearby, and asked doubtfully: "What is Wen Wei doing here?"
Fei Yi glanced at Yang Yi angrily and said, "What do I have to do with you?!"
"snort!"
After that, he waved his sleeves and walked away.
Yang Yi looked at Fei Yi's back in confusion and cursed angrily: "Shu is arrogant, Shu is rude!"
"You wait until I take over as Prime Minister."
…
in the cell,
After Fei Yi left, Wang Ping swept away his depression, and the long-lost smile appeared on his face again. He smiled and said good morning, good afternoon, and good night to everyone he met.
This change in attitude gave everyone the illusion that Wang Ping would be released from prison and resume his official duties soon.
Those criminals who were sent in by Wang Ping personally and who had been mocking Wang Ping a few days ago began to curse God for being unfair and asked why he didn't send down a bolt of lightning to kill this annoying guy.
They were not serious during drills, violated military discipline, and went to people's homes to make some "game" for tooth-beating sacrifices. They were caught by Wang Ping and have been imprisoned ever since.
Now, Wang Ping, who also violated military discipline, is "released from prison."
How unfair is this?!
The rules are indeed made for ordinary people and serve the privileged.
Even the jailers' attitude towards Wang Ping changed greatly, from politeness to respect. On the basis of the original meal of ten steamed buns, they added some vegetables and a jug of wine to him.
Because when there is no war, Wang Ping is the commander-in-chief of the Hanzhong garrison, the boss of their superiors, and someone they cannot afford to offend.
The sudden improvement in treatment made Wang Ping feel happier. He was a rough man and didn't bother to think whether this was specially arranged by Fei Yi or for some other reason. In short, it was just a good thing.
So he ate up all the food in three strokes, patted his belly, and lay on the thick straw with joy, and began to think.
The next three days were extremely long for Wang Ping. He was filled with anxiety and anticipation, and was so anxious that he could not sleep all night long. He had so many mixed feelings that he almost went crazy.
Whenever he heard a noise outside the cell door, he would get up as a reflex, throw himself on the cell rail and look outside to see if Fei Yi was coming with good news.
When Wang Ping fell asleep in a hazy state during the day, he had a dream. He dreamed that he had been reinstated and successfully defeated Wei's offensive against Hanzhong, which impressed Zhuge Liang. Later, in a highly anticipated event, Zhuge Liang announced in public
He was made a general and took charge of all matters of the Northern Expedition. However, the "little man Ma Su" who persecuted him was hung on a railing by several soldiers because he was "arrogant and blackmailing the prime minister."
People on the side showed disdain, pointed at Ma Su, and said:
"Without Butcher Zhang, can we still eat pigs with hair on them?"
"Without you Ma Su, would Ji Han have no strong generals? Wouldn't he be able to win the battle?"
"Hit me, beat me hard! Beat me to death!"
"..."
When he woke up, Wang Ping was in a good mood and couldn't help humming a ditty.
After much anticipation, the third day finally arrived.
Early in the morning, Wang Ping straightened his face, opened the cell door and looked out.
However, there was no movement and no one came all morning.
Same thing in the afternoon.
It was getting dark, but Fei Yi hadn't appeared yet. Wang Ping's heart sank a little bit, his initial expectations were gone, and despair gradually filled his heart.
When it got dark, there was finally movement outside.
A jailer opened the cell door, and Fei Yi walked in holding a lantern.
By the not-so-bright light of the lantern, Wang Ping saw the seriousness on Fei Yi's face.
Wang Ping's heart sank to the bottom for a moment, he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
"Master Fei, what did the Prime Minister say?"
Fei Yi stood opposite Wang Ping, motionless, looking down at the latter, his lips moved slightly, and he said word by word: "Zijun, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"
"Bad, bad news."
"I failed and failed to persuade the Prime Minister to change his mind. There is no room for reversal of this matter."
"What about the good news?"
"I brought you a roast chicken and a pot of wine." Fei Yi put the lantern in place and placed the food in the food box on the ground.
"Roast chicken? Wine?" Wang Ping's expression suddenly changed: "Is this my last meal?"
"No." Fei Yi shook his head: "After eating the roast chicken, you will have the strength to state your case in front of an army of 50,000 people tomorrow."
"Zijun, it's better to die than live, you..."
Wang Ping raised his head, suppressed the tears that were about to fall from his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Fei, can you go out first? I want to be alone for a while."
Fei Yi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to persuade him again, but in the end he sighed, turned around and left the cell.
After the cell door was closed, Wang Ping burst into tears while frantically grabbing the roast chicken, sipping on the wine and chewing it.
…
Half an hour later, the cell leader ran out in a panic and reported to Fei Yi, who was waiting outside with his hands behind his back: "Sir, Wang Ping tore his clothes into strips of cloth and hanged himself on the cell door."
"Are you sure?" Fei Yi asked without turning around.
"I'm sure, I'm out of breath."
"Well, keep an eye on the scene and I'll report it to the Prime Minister."
"Yes, sir."
Fei Yi nodded and did not choose to go into the prison to prove his identity. He did not think that Wang Ping, who had completely suffered a mental breakdown, would live in an ignoble way.
He has always been confident, and when it comes to scheming, no one in the entire Ji Han Dynasty except Prime Minister Zhuge can be more powerful than him.
One word can determine the life or death of the reckless king, which is clear proof.
Fei Yi came to the Prime Minister's Mansion overnight, woke Zhuge Liang up from the pile of official documents, handed over his hands and said:
"Prime Minister, Wang Ping promised to state his fault in front of the whole army, but he committed suicide tonight for unknown reasons."
Hearing this, Zhuge Liang's eyes lost focus for a moment: "Suicide? Already...dead?"
"Yes, it's already too cold. The prison boss said that Wang Ping tore up his robe, made it into strips of cloth, and hanged himself on the cell door."
After a pause, Fei Yi said again: "Prime Minister, since Wang Ping is dead, how should we deal with this matter?"
Zhuge Liang let out a long sigh, stood up from behind the table, pondered for a long time, and then ordered: "A generous burial..."
"Yes." Fei Yi lowered his head and responded.
At this time, he did not dare to raise his head and look at Zhuge Liang.
He was worried that Zhuge Liang would see clues in his eyes. He knew better than anyone else Zhuge Liang's terrifying insight.
"Wen Wei, I have one more thing to ask you." Zhuge Liang quickly let go of Wang Ping's death and turned to talk about another matter.
"Prime Minister, please give me your orders. Yi Wan will not hesitate to die."
Zhuge Liang took out a memorial and handed it to Fei Yi: "You can rush to Chengdu and present this memorial to His Majesty. In addition, go visit Ma Su and inform him about Wang Ping."
"What about your Majesty's question about the reward for Ma Su?" Fei Yi asked after receiving the memorial. He had not forgotten the main mission of coming to Hanzhong.
Zhuge Liang nodded: "It's all written in the memorial. You can set off early tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Prime Minister." Fei Yi bowed his hands and resigned.
…
In the prison, Wang Ping, who had expired, was laid flat on the straw, motionless.
The cell boss and jailer stood outside, talking in low voices.
