Chapter 1,132: Tweaking the tiger away from the mountain
The stone dog Xiaoyang did not obey Wang Zhi’s orders.
The little guy turned his little head very flexibly, then bit Wang Zhi's clothes and started dragging him in a direction where there were fewer corpses.
Qingran, who was completely liberated, also transformed into a human form and quickly came to Sang's residence.
"Mr. Sang!"
Qingran quickly helped Sang up.
Sang's body was very cold, like ice.
His face was as pale as paper, and his whole person seemed to have lost a lot of weight in an instant.
Even...the hair on the temples actually has a touch of withered gray!
"quick!"
"Take me there now!"
Sang stared at Qingran.
Qingran opened his mouth, but after all he didn't say anything to persuade him, he just let out a helpless sigh.
Qingran, who transformed into three blue birds, spread her blue wings and quickly left the palace with Sang.
Unfortunately, not long after they left, Concubine Wan Gui suddenly felt that the slightest bit of discomfort in her body had disappeared.
For Zhu Jianshen, this is undoubtedly great news.
Just when he was about to ask Sang for some nourishing food, he saw Sang's room was empty, and... Due to time constraints, Sang didn't have time to put away the letter he was going to write to Wang Zhi.
…
Qingran was very fast, but she had to worry about Sang's body.
When one person and one bird arrived at the place where the Haixi Jurchens launched a riot, they were already surrounded by bright white snow.
Seeing the dazzling blood turning into blood-red ice picks under the cold weather, Sang's face turned pale.
Because looking around, there were many casualties among the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty!
"Wang Zhi!"
"Wang Zhi!"
Sang panicked.
Recalling the scene of Sui Sui Ping An dying in his arms, Sang could no longer calm down.
He jumped directly off Qingran's back and landed on the city wall in an instant.
"Boom!"
Amidst the huge roar, the splashing masonry, and the cold mist and dust raised, Sang looked at the soldiers around him:
"Where is Wang Zhi!"
The soldiers all showed fear on their faces, and finally one of them who was bolder said hesitantly:
"Wang Zhi...Master Wang Zhi...is missing..."
Sang took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly:
"Who is the person in charge of your border town!"
"Yes...it's Lord Ma Wensheng!"
Sang frowned.
Ma Wensheng?
Minister of War?
Only then did Sang remember that before Wang Zhi set off, he heard Zhu Jianshen say that he would send the Minister of War to the Liaodong border area.
"Take me to him."
At this time, Qingran also slowly landed on the ground, transformed into a human form, and followed behind Sang.
Led by the soldiers, the two came to the residence of Ma Wensheng, the Minister of War.
In the room, Ma Wensheng frowned after receiving the news:
"What?"
"Looking for Wang Zhi?"
"Huh, he's just a eunuch. He's dead when he dies. This is a monster that came out of nowhere!"
"Let him get in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream suddenly came from outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, several soldiers wearing armor were kicked directly into the room like kites with broken strings.
Under the broken doors, windows, and splintered wood, Ma Wensheng looked at the person who appeared in front of him in shock and anger:
"How dare Xiaoxiao..."
Before he finished speaking, after seeing the person coming in front of him, Ma Wensheng's pupils shrank, and his whole person showed a look of panic.
"you……"
"See... see the Imperial Preceptor!"
Ma Wensheng quickly bowed his head and broke into a cold sweat for a while.
Ever since Wang Zhi came here, he has always looked down on the other party as a eunuch, even if the other party is very skilled in martial arts and very capable.
In the final analysis, it is because the other party is just a West Factory leader who has committed many crimes.
Naturally, no one in the capital would dare to be disrespectful to Wang Zhi.
But this is the border of Liaodong.
Ma Wensheng did not expect that the only person related to Wang Zhi would come to the border area in such a short period of time!
Your Majesty...does he know?!
"Your Majesty, does he know?" Sang suddenly said: "You are thinking about this question."
Ma Wensheng trembled all over, and suddenly looked at Sang with a cold face in horror.
"Let me ask you."
"There is no news about Wang Zhi's life or death. Why don't you send someone to look for him?"
"Secondly, I observed those Ming Dynasty soldiers who died. Some of them had weak bodies and were not elite soldiers who practiced martial arts all year round."
"As the Minister of War, you still came earlier than Wang Zhi."
"This is obviously something fishy, why didn't you report it?"
Ma Wensheng suddenly panicked.
"This...this..."
"Replying to your lord, we have sent people to look for it, but there is really... no news at all!"
"Maybe... maybe he has been captured by the Haixi Jurchen!"
"Oh?" Sang raised his eyebrows: "You mean, because the person has not been found, my child, such a proud person, will become a prisoner in a barbaric land?"
"This is...the answer you gave me?"
Marven Sheng swallowed.
As people in the court, each of them has heard of Wang Zhi's adoptive father, the reputation of the Imperial Master in front of them!
It is said that this Imperial Master is an ancestor who has lived in seclusion behind the scenes of imperial power since the time of Emperor Chengzu.
People who have lived for such a long time are simply not something that an ordinary person like him can deal with.
Just as Ma Wensheng was thinking about how to deal with it, someone suddenly rushed in.
"Your Excellency, I have already written the memorial you asked me to write. Please read it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other party saw Ma Wensheng winking desperately.
Sang smiled coldly, swept the dust, wrapped the memorial directly, and brought it in front of him.
Ma Wensheng suddenly became anxious:
"Master National Preceptor, you have no real power!"
"You are not allowed to read the memorial to His Majesty at will!"
As soon as he said this, even Qingran burst into laughter.
Sang seems to be smiling but not smiling:
"You actually think...that I will be afraid of the imperial power?"
"I just respect the imperial power..."
"But... maybe what you don't know is that the reason why the current emperor is able to secure this position is because of my personal orders back then."
"Otherwise... there is no telling whether he or the current King De will be crowned the emperor!"
Under Ma Wensheng's horrified expression, Sang opened the memorial.
It's full of gorgeous words, but it can be summed up to mean the same thing.
Wang Zhi's haphazard command resulted in heavy losses on the border and he died on the battlefield.
Sang silently put together the memorial, then turned to look at the person who just spoke:
"Who are you from the Minister of War?"
The other party seemed to realize that something was wrong, and said tremblingly:
"Weichen...Weichen is just a small official..."
Sang nodded:
"Looking at this memorial, the words are beautiful and the handwriting is steady. He seems to be a... quite knowledgeable person."
The other party was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of joy appeared in his eyes:
"Thank you, Master Imperial Master, for your compliment."
Qingran's expression suddenly became very subtle.
Sang gently patted the other party's shoulder:
"Well, you did a good job."
"In the next life, try to do better."
After saying that, Sang turned around and walked up to Ma Wensheng.
Almost at the same time:
"Ahhhhhh!"
Under the shrill scream, several arcs of light suddenly appeared on the opponent's body, and the whole person was instantly turned into a white skeleton in the blood mist, and finally scattered on the ground!
Ma Wensheng knelt down with a pop:
"Master National Preceptor!"
"Spare my life!"
Sang Ju looked at Ma Wensheng condescendingly, expressionless:
"Listen, I only give you three days."
"Within three days, send out a large army to look for Wang Zhi, and they will see people dead or corpses!"
"In addition, you'd better think carefully about how to write a memorial to the emperor."
After saying that, Sang took a few steps back: "Arrange a place for me."
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On the other side, Zhu Jianshen has returned to his bedroom.
In front of him was a letter addressed to Wang Zhi.
"Son, you must be careful when you are in the border area."
"Not to mention that the Jurchen tribe in the West Sea is powerful, the border areas may not obey you."
"Although Xichang has overwhelming power, it is ultimately a castle in the air. Most people do not really obey you in their hearts."
"Tough laws are a means of deterrence, but they may have real merits."
"Only when you stand more and more firmly in this position and gain more and more rights can your destiny of killing and calamity be completely eliminated."
"Now that the emperor no longer trusts me, if we want to maintain the superficial harmony, I'm afraid it won't last long."
"My child, you need to become strong as soon as possible, so strong that even without my help, the emperor will not dare to touch you easily."
"When necessary... we can find ways to seek cooperation from the generals..."
The content of the letter was not fully written.
However, the meaning behind the words is self-evident.
"OK……"
"very good……"
"I didn't know that the Imperial Master secretly asked Wang Zhi... to find a way to trick the general and obtain his military talisman?"
For a moment, Zhu Jianshen's face turned gloomy.
suddenly:
"Does Your Majesty regret it?"
"How important are you to the Imperial Master and the Master of Xichang?"
While talking and laughing, I smelled the fragrance of flowers.
Zhu Jianshen's eyebrows twitched, but he saw someone already appeared in front of him.
"Who are you!" Zhu Jianshen was extremely cautious.
"The Lord of Huashen Palace, Huadaolou!" Huadaolou arched his hands and said with a smile, "I am here to make His Majesty live forever."
When he heard about Huashen Palace, Zhu Jianshen was furious.
He hasn't forgotten about Li Zilong yet.
However, after hearing about Changsheng, Zhu Jianshen's pupils shrank.
"You...didn't lie to me?"
Huadaolou smiled and shook his head:
"Actually... there are many ways to live forever."
"Simply prolonging life is one way, and making people less likely to die is another way."
"Actually... the Imperial Master gave Wang Zhi the second method."
"Your Majesty... aren't you curious?"
Zhu Jianshen frowned after hearing this.
Huadaolou said again:
"Not long ago, the Imperial Master used the Dragon Vein Stone from the Long Live Mountain and combined it with the power of the soul to create a living creature and gave it to Wang Zhi."
"At the critical moment, this creature can inspire the power of the soul in the body to die in Wang Zhi's place."
"Your Majesty, that is made of stone from Long Live Mountain."
"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and he carries the destiny of the dragon vein."
"If you can...absorb this creature, your Majesty can live for hundreds of years, not to mention hundreds of years!"