At the gate of the yamen, Jiang Wenfeng's voice echoed: "Your Majesty Jian'an, in the past, he campaigned in the north and south and made great contributions. Unfortunately, during the southern expedition, he fell short and died on the battlefield, wrapped in horse leather! General Yuan, you are so proud of your ancestor, why are you today?
But he was driven by others to do such a disgraceful thing!"
Hearing him yelling and scolding, Yuan Kun's men couldn't hold themselves back and wanted to go out into battle, but they were blocked by Yuan Kun.
"Yuan Kun is deeply honored that your lord has praised your ancestor so much. In this case, I would like to ask your lord a question." His voice was filled with frost and he asked solemnly, "Since our ancestor has such great achievements, why did he not spare any mercy and call him
I’m full of vegetarians?!”
The person in Yuan Kun's words refers to the late emperor.
That tragic incident nineteen years ago involved not only the prince and the second king, but also many meritorious officials and generals.
Yuan Xiao, Marquis of Jian'an, died in battle, and his title was passed to his eldest son.
The new Marquis of Jian'an had a close relationship with the King of Jin, so he also got involved.
When the incident occurred, King Jin committed suicide, and Taizu was furious.
The Yuan family was convicted and seized the title, and those involved in the case were executed.
Since then, the Yuan family has been in decline.
A general like Yuan Kun is quite capable in his own right, and he is still in his thirties, so he can only stay in Dongning and become a thousand generals.
Jiang Wenfeng chuckled: "The general surrounded the Yamen late at night because of this injustice in his heart? Then let me ask you, are the things the Yuan family did back then guilty?"
Yuan Kun paused.
"Since he is guilty, why can't he be held accountable?"
Yuan Kun narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
Jiang Wenfeng did not shy away and asked the next question: "The late Emperor was grateful for the merits of Marquis Jian'an and only killed guilty people. He was not as good as his wife, daughter and descendants. Isn't it a kindness?"
Yuan Kun remained silent.
Jiang Wenfeng gently exhaled the breath he held in his mouth and gave the final blow: "So, the general abandoned justice for personal grudges today. May I ask, does the general have the face to see Lingzu?"
"..."
"Sir." Yuan Kun's confidant lowered his voice and reminded him, "Don't forget Mr. Wu..."
"That's enough!" Yuan Kun shouted. An hour ago, he still had a way out. Now, Tu Dahu is dead, and the crime of killing Shangguan has been laid on him. Is there any way out?
Thinking of this, Yuan Kun's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hands without arguing with Jiang Wenfeng: "What's personal grudges or justice? What qualifications do you thieves pretending to be imperial envoys have to talk nonsense here? Boys, take him down!"
"
Yuan Kun is a powerful man and has great prestige in the army. When he shouted, his sergeants immediately responded loudly: "Yes!"
The crossbows were immediately mounted, and the swords and guns were raised.
Seeing something bad here, the shield guards immediately stepped forward to protect Jiang Wenfeng.
"Sir!" Jiao Zhi lowered his voice, "Yuan Kun has no way out and must fight to the death. You have delayed it for so long, now leave it to us. All the generals will bring are the Lichuan Army.
Elite, although the number is small, they are not necessarily weaker than him!"
Jiang Wenfeng sighed: "That's all we can do..."
He also knew that it was simply impossible to make the other party retreat with just a few words.
The only strange thing is that Wu Kuan, the cunning man, forced Yuan Kun to kill Shangguan first. Now that he knows that there is a dead end in front of him, he can only continue to move forward.
Yuan Kun's raised hand was about to fall when he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from far away and approaching quickly.
As he got a little closer, the knight immediately shouted loudly: "The Emperor's Sword is here, who dares to be so presumptuous!"
Emperor's Sword?
Both parties were stunned.
In the past, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty killed the White Snake in an uprising and held Chixiao with his sword.
For hundreds of years, the fate of this sword was unknown.
Later, when Taizu of this dynasty was a military prince, he obtained this sword and became independent, so it was called "Given by Heaven's Mandate".
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, this story became known to everyone. Even an eighty-year-old woman and a three-year-old child can tell a story.
The Emperor's Sword refers to this sword.
Everyone knows that the national destiny of the Northern Qi Dynasty began from then on, and the significance of the Emperor's Sword is extraordinary.
In the blink of an eye, the knight was in front of him.
He glanced at the rebels with sharp eyes: "You still disrespect the emperor's sword!"
The reason why the rebels besieged the Yamen was that they were pretending to be imperial envoys. Everyone knows that this is just an excuse, but many times, it is easier to do things if you have this excuse.
Now that the other party has brought out the Emperor Sword, Yuan Kun's reasons are completely untenable.
But at this moment, let him bow his head and admit defeat, right?
Yuan Kun gritted his teeth: "Where is the Emperor's Sword? Why didn't I see it?"
"The Emperor's Sword is here!"
There was another shout, and a group of guards came galloping over to guard a young master.
The horse galloped to the front of the Yamen. He stood between the two armies and raised the big umbrella in his hand.
There was just a "click" sound, the umbrella handle cracked, and the famous Emperor's Sword slipped out from it.
He took the sword in his hand and raised it high: "Holy edict: Seeing the emperor's sword is like my presence in person!"
…
Only then did Mingwei rush to the Yamen.
She did not step forward, and just watched the confrontation between the two sides from a distance.
"Miss Ming," said the captain of the guard who was ordered to escort her, "it is dangerous here. How about I take you back to the Ming Mansion in my humble duty?"
Mingwei looked at Chi Xiao in Yang Shu's hand, as if she saw the sword god who activated the formation and sent her back seventy years later.
The sword is here, but where is the person?
Master calls him senior, so he should be in his prime at this time.
After Emperor Wen came the former Deposed Emperor, and then the Ling Emperor. These two emperors completely destroyed the fate of Northern Qi.
Since she wants to change the destiny of the country, she cannot let these two prodigal sons sit in the supreme position.
After discovering that it had been eighteen years since she arrived in Yongjia, Mingwei had already made a calculation in her mind.
It’s just that I don’t know which descendant of the Jiang family the sword god is, and how close he is to his direct descendants...
Mingwei took a deep look and turned the horse's head: "Let's go!"
The emperor's sword appears, and there is no need to worry about the rebels surrounding the Yamen.
Even if Yuan Kun persists to the end, their confidence in surrounding the Yamen is no longer there.
In matters of swordsmanship, morale has always come first.
Once morale is depleted, half the battle is lost.
Presumably, this battle will be decided before tomorrow.
…
Southwest of Dongning, on a small hill.
A figure in black was nestling in a haystack, swatting mosquitoes, and muttering: "What the hell! It's only April and the mosquitoes are out. It's such a hopeless day! Oh my, why have all my medicines gone?"
Can’t even ward off mosquitoes…”
Suddenly a charming voice sounded: "Oh, what a big mouse!"
The man in black suddenly pulled out his knife.
The other party giggled, stretched out her figure, and flew close from the treetops in the distance, but she was a very enchanting woman.
She landed next to the haystack and looked sideways at the man in black: "Dead mouse, you came back empty-handed? Where is the sheep?"
The man in black rolled his eyes at her angrily: "Sheep? Let people eat it!"
"You went out and failed to get that sheep back? Tsk, tsk, tsk," the woman mocked, "This is a mistake, why don't you quickly give up the name of Xushu Rat!"
"Haha!" The man in black smiled, "You want it? Ask your junior brother to snatch it! Don't regret it if I chop it into eighteen pieces."
"My enemy, why are you so fierce?" The woman winked and changed her tone, "I was just joking. What's going on? You really missed it?"
The man in black sighed, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "By the way, have you ever heard of a fortune teller?"