Chapter 958 The clouds cover the sun and the swallows return to their nests (10)
Everyone may have their own judgment on what Su Qi's three kowtows represent.
But no matter who it is, they should be able to feel the sadness in the former's heart from this kneeling.
This is not a sorrow for Jing Guoqing, nor is it a sorrow for Daqian.
This is sorrow for myself.
Perhaps Su Qi will become a more sage monarch than Jing Guoqing in the future, and perhaps the people of Daqian will live a better life than now.
But none of that belongs to the former Daqian, nor to the former Su Qi.
Su Qi understood this, but could not change anything.
Therefore, he could only use this method to express his condolences to this dying dynasty as a Dagan man for the last time.
Then, groups of rebels galloped out of the palace and toward the official residences in the city.
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Daqian is destined to be sleepless tonight.
Although with the destruction of the imperial palace, the outcome of this war of subjugation has been settled.
But the subsequent consolidation of power is still a huge project.
The remaining officials of the previous dynasty were either retained or killed, the people were appeased, and the army was recruited... all of these would take at least a few days, or even months, to handle properly.
Fortunately, Wei Changtian had already arranged help for Su Qi, and Li Zimu would help the latter complete all this as soon as possible, and then establish a new dynasty named after "Han" on this land.
Big man.
It's hard to say whether the name Wei Changtian gave to the new dynasty was mixed with "private feelings", but at least it is not important to this world.
And just as one group of rebels rushed into various mansions in the city and took all the owners into the palace for "trial", another group went straight to the small courtyard where Wei Changtian lived. The leader was Xu Quanhe. Willow Poetry.
"Sir! Four seniors!"
The continuous flames stretched from the courtyard gate to the entrance of the alley. The expressionless black-armored soldiers held torches and stood on both sides of the alley. Their killing momentum showed how strict the military discipline of this army was.
In the small courtyard, Xu Quan, who was dressed in general armor, bowed respectfully to Wei Changtian and Duan Fangping, while Yang Liushi was more natural and just nodded lightly to Wei Changtian.
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
On the other side, Wei Changtian also nodded to Yang Liushi, and his eyes fell on Xu Shenchen again.
He glanced at the blood stains on the latter's armor scales, and then asked:
"How's it going outside?"
"Back to the young master, Mr. Su has led the rebel army into the palace, and most of the defenders who have not surrendered have been killed in the battle!"
Xu Quan immediately replied loudly: "There are still a few thieves who are still causing trouble in various parts of the city, but they are no longer a threat. The cleanup will be completed by tomorrow morning at the latest!"
"good."
Nodding, Wei Changtian was not surprised by the result, and the whole process was even smoother than he expected.
He thought for a moment and then asked: "Where is Jing Guoqing's body?"
"It's still in the palace, Mr. Su has sent people to guard it closely."
Xu Quan said in a deep voice: "The bodies of the Jing family are also in the hands of the rebels."
"What about the Jing family members who are still alive?"
Wei Changtian squinted his eyes: "Have you checked it?"
"Miss Li has already checked."
Xu Quan answered truthfully: "Comparing the corpses according to the Jing family tree, only three people are still alive today. They are all juniors in the family, and none of them are in the capital."
"Well, no matter where they are, find these three people and kill them within five days."
Wei Changtian gave an order, paused, and then added: "Then just bury all the bodies of the Jing family in the imperial mausoleum."
"yes!"
"..."
Cutting the grass and rooting out the problem, but not "crushing the bones and scattering ashes", doing things too far.
This is not because Wei Changtian is kind, but because since ancient times, unless there is any deep hatred, few people would do such a thing as "digging up other people's ancestral graves".
Because everyone knows that no dynasty can last forever.
Today you became emperor and dug up the imperial tomb of the previous dynasty.
When the next dynasty changes in a few hundred years, the rulers of the new dynasty will also be able to dig up your ancestral graves.
So let’s do some good deeds for Su Qi...
"Come in and talk."
After briefly asking about the situation outside, Wei Changtian turned around and walked back into the house, followed immediately by Xu Quan and others.
After all, although Daqian is finished, everyone still has a lot of things to deal with next, so they naturally need to discuss it carefully.
And just as they entered the house to continue their discussion, in another small courtyard not far away, Cui'er was leaning against the courtyard door, breathing heavily.
The bright white moonlight fell on her face, her expression was confused and frightened.
Just now, Cui'er couldn't restrain her curiosity and peeked out through the crack in the door.
It was these few glances that made her react like she did now.
Rows of black-armored soldiers, holding crackling torches, and a carriage hanging a small black flag with a terrifying tengu embroidered on it.
Cui'er had heard some rumors about Wei Changtian and the Tengu Army, but she didn't know much about them, so she couldn't recognize them as the feared "demon army" at the moment.
But she could tell that this was the "rebel" army.
The most important thing is that when she saw the carriage, it stopped outside the gate of Wei Changtian's courtyard.
Someone found this place not long after the rebels invaded the city, and the battle was so large... Cui'er didn't know that Wei Changtian was a big shot among the rebels at this time.
Of course, it's okay if it's just like this.
only......
As soon as she recalled the elegant Mr. Wei, and then thought that just this afternoon this important man had brought back three boxes of mung bean cakes for her, Cui'er's mind became confused.
The "misplacement" of Wei Changtian's identity made her a little confused, and she didn't know what attitude she should take towards Wei Changtian in the future.
And she was not the only one who felt this way at the moment.
"..."
The bright moon was bright, and behind a dark wooden window in the courtyard, He Jing stood by the window, looking at Cui'er not far away through the moonlight, with the same complicated mood.
It's even more complicated.
After all, compared to the simple Cui'er, he had already guessed Wei Changtian's identity.
Then, the unavoidable question appeared in He Jing's mind again.
Wei Changtian, why do you want to help yourself?
In fact, He Jing already had the answer to this question in his mind.
Or in other words, from his perspective, he could only come up with this answer.
Whether it was the conversation between Wei Changtian and Cui'er in the courtyard yesterday or the three boxes of mung bean cakes, Cui'er told him everything without hiding anything.
Therefore, in He Jing's opinion, the reason why Wei Changtian did this was undoubtedly because he took a fancy to Cui'er.
Even though he couldn't understand why the famous Wei Yanluo fell in love with an ordinary maid like Cui'er, he couldn't understand why Wei Changtian used this method to "capture her heart" instead of directly "stealing her by force" as rumored.
But He Jing could only draw this conclusion at this moment.
So, what should I do...
There is no doubt that He Jing has different feelings for Cui'er.
In his heart, Cui'er is no longer just a maid.
If there was no Wei Changtian, he would definitely give Cui Er a title in the future.
But now...if Wei Changzhen really proposed to take Cui'er away, could he refuse?
Rather than saying "can and can't", this is more like a question of "dare and dare not".
"call......"
He let out a heavy breath and clenched his hands tightly.
He Jing looked at the figure in the courtyard, struggling in his heart, and at the same time he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Because he actually knew very well that if Wei Changzhen did this, he would never dare to say "no".
He didn't dare to risk his own life, Cui'er's life, and the entire He family's life on Wei Changtian's "generous kindness".
So if there ever comes a day, all he can do is to hand over Tweety as a gift, perhaps with a smile on his face and not dare to show the slightest reluctance...
Is this heartless?
If you put it in the Jianghu stories told by storytellers, it is undoubtedly yes.
He may even be ridiculed by the indifferent audience.
But does He Jing have any choice?
Without a doubt, the answer is no.
Of course, from God's perspective, it seems completely meaningless to discuss these things now.
After all, the truth is that He Jing is overthinking. Wei Changtian will not ask to take Cui'er away, and he does not need to make a choice.
But He Jing's helplessness at this moment actually solved the contradiction about Wei Changtian.
You must know that for most people, "unfeeling" is not their original intention.
Therefore, the fact that Wei Changtian was sometimes "unfeeling" and sometimes "tolerant" before was not because he was schizophrenic, but just because he sometimes had "no choice" and sometimes "had a choice."
And if you think about it from this perspective, Wei Changtian has actually never changed.
Even though he was not as good as Xiao Feng, Xu Quan and others, he at least accomplished one thing from beginning to end.
That is, given the "option", he always chose...
Kind.
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The next day.
When the early morning mist dispersed in the chaos, the capital city that had been noisy all night finally returned to calm.
After last night's cleanup, all the "resistance forces" in the city have been wiped out, and the sounds of fighting that could be heard from time to time have completely disappeared.
At this point, this chaos has come to an end for the time being.
In this chaos, more than 80,000 people of the Daqian garrison were killed and 300,000 people surrendered.
The overall losses of the rebels were approximately 50,000, including more than 10,000 Tengu troops.
More than 10,000 people were killed in the battle and an equal number were injured. This was the Tengu Army's largest casualty since its founding.
Even in the decisive battle of Fengyuan, the Tengu army did not die so many.
But there was nothing Wei Changtian could do. After all, compared to the so-called rebels who were distracted, he could only ensure nothing went wrong by letting the Tengu Army take the lead.
Fortunately, the Tengu Army has now expanded to a strength of 50,000 people, so these losses will not cause serious damage and they will be able to recover quickly.
"Ms. sir, where should we go first today?"
In the small courtyard, after taking a short rest before dawn, Wei Changtian quickly got up.
Yang Liushi asked while helping him get dressed:
"Should we go to see the Tengu Army first, or should we go to the palace to see Su Qi first?"
"...Let's go to the palace first."
Wei Changtian thought for a moment: "As for the Tengu Army, let Xu Quan keep an eye on it for now, and then we can discuss the merits and reward him after he returns to Shu."
"Well, the slave family will go and get the car ready right now."
Yang Liushi nodded and quickly turned around and walked out of the room.
Wei Changtian, on the other hand, tidied his clothes and then took a look at the "battle report" on the table.
The rows of numbers are not large, but they represent tens of thousands of lives.
But it's just like what Wei Changtian said to Su Qi before.
For a war that overturned a dynasty, this number is already very small...
After a stick of incense.
Walked out of the small courtyard and got into the carriage with Yang Liushi.
Zhang San raised his whip and swung his whip on the horse's buttocks, and the car immediately drove slowly towards the alley.
"Ms. sir, tell me what happened yesterday!"
In the sedan, Yang Liushi, who had been holding back all night, finally got the chance and wanted to ask what happened in the palace yesterday.
After all, spies from all sides did not dare to enter the palace at that time, and the same was true for the rebels. No one knew how Wei Changtian pursued Jing Guoqing at that time, and what kind of resistance the latter made, so that he could persist for more than an hour.
And now that Jing Guoqing is dead again, Wei Changtian is undoubtedly the only one who knows the whole process.
Yang Liushi was obviously very curious about this question, so she didn't hesitate to ask questions as soon as she got in the car.
However, she waited for a long time but did not see Wei Changtian's answer. When she looked carefully, she found that the latter was looking out of the car window, wondering what he was thinking.
"Ms. sir, what are you looking at?"
He followed Wei Changtian's line of sight with a puzzled expression, but there was only a closed courtyard door in his eyes.
Yang Liushi couldn't help but wonder: "Ms. sir, what happened?"
"Ah, nothing."
Looking away, Wei Changtian finally came back to his senses: "What did you just ask?"
"The slave just asked what happened in the palace yesterday."
Yang Liushi glanced at Wei Changtian strangely and muttered in a low voice: "If your husband doesn't want to say it, forget it. Why pretend not to hear."
"Hahaha, I really didn't hear it."
Wei Changtian laughed twice and reached out to close the car curtain: "I was just thinking about something."
"Oh, has your husband heard it now?"
Yang Liushi obviously didn't believe his words, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just rolled her eyes at him and said, "You can go ahead and say it."
"I heard it. I heard it."
Wei Changtian responded with a smile, paused, and then slowly said in Yang Liushi's expectant eyes:
"Yesterday, I chased Jing Guoqing into the palace."
"Then he ran away and I chased him."
"In the end, I caught up with him and I killed him."
"..."
There were three sentences in total, and Wei Changtian finished them in less than five seconds.
Then after another five seconds, Yangliu Shi’s belated shouting came from the sedan:
"Ms. sir! You, you know how to make fun of the slave family!"
"What's the difference between you saying it and not saying it!"
"Why do you mean he runs and I chase him! I don't believe that Jing Guoqing can run for a full hour!"
"Humph! I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
"Hahaha, are you angry?"
"The slave family is not angry!"
"Huh? Didn't you stop talking to me?"
"Ms. sir! You... the slave family will not speak from now on!"
"Okay, okay, I'm just teasing you. Just listen to me tell you what you want."
"Hmm? Really?"
"It's not like you didn't say..."
"Ms. sir!! I, I'm really angry!"
"Ha ha ha ha......"
"..."
Amid Yang Liushi's shouts and Wei Changtian's laughter, the carriage slowly drove out of the alley.
Zhang San was already used to Wei Changtian and Yang Liushi's "flirting" from time to time. At this moment, he didn't even look back and just drove the car seriously towards the palace.
The morning breeze blew through the wild grass on the roadside, a drop of dew fell, and a morning sun rose.