Not all adopted sons care so much about their adoptive parents, nor do they talk so much.
A group of soldiers and horses were galloping outside Taiyuan Mansion. When they saw the scout's flag, the densely populated camp in front did not stop them.
"General Feihu." A general jumped off his horse, rushed into a tent, and knelt before the general inside.
There are two flags behind the general, one is the imperial flag of Ankang Mountain, and the other is his own handsome flag, with a tiger's head and the word "peace" on the flag.
The general, who is in his forties, has a dark complexion and is as strong as a tiger. He is sitting cross-legged and tearing up the roasted lamb, his hands and face covered with oil.
This is Ankangshan's adopted son Pingxi. Although Ankangshan is only ten years older than him, he did not want women of gold or silver during a merit-based discussion and only asked Ankangshan to accept him as his adopted son.
Ankang Mountain accepted him as his adopted son, presented him with a tiger-head flag, and awarded him the title of Flying Tiger General, so his troops also became the Flying Tiger Army.
Without raising his head, he asked: "What did King Zheng say?"
The general whispered: "Prince Zheng said that your Majesty is just infected with wind and cold..."
Before the general finished speaking, there was noise outside, accompanied by the guards shouting "Please wait a moment, General Xiao Cheng" "Wait for us to report" and an impatient voice "What are you reporting? I saw my brother reporting something."
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Pingxi waved his hand to the general, who hurriedly stood up. As soon as he stood up, the tent was opened, and a young general walked in with the wind.
"Brother Xi'er," he said loudly, "have you gone to see your father?"
This is another adopted son of Ankangshan, Chengen, who is the nephew of General Chengqing. After his father died, Ankangshan took care of mother and son, so he recognized his adopted son.
Although he was old enough to be Pingxi's son, because he recognized his adoptive father early and based on seniority, Pingxi could only call him brother.
Because Cheng'en had the support of Ankangshan and Chengqing, he had always been domineering in the army.
Pingxi continued to tear the mutton and said: "My father ordered me to guard the outside of Taiyuan Mansion and not leave without permission. I dare not disobey the imperial edict."
Chengen glanced at the general standing aside, sat down in his armor, took out his knife to cut the mutton, and said, "I'm not afraid, I've seen it."
Pingxi glanced at him: "Your filial piety is really commendable, my father is just infected with the cold..."
Chengen took a bite of the mutton and chewed it "What? My father is so confused and crazy. I almost couldn't get into the palace. Thanks to the Queen's maid who brought me in."
He spoke in a relaxed and vague manner, and Pingxi stood up in fear when he heard it.
"What?" he said, "Confused and crazy?"
Chengen raised his head and looked at him: "Brother, please keep your voice down, this is confidential."
Pingxi watched his expression change, waved his hand to the general, and the general left.
"Brother Cheng'en." He sat down, "Is this true or false? Don't talk nonsense."
He spoke affectionately, but the hand on his waist clenched tightly to hide the weapon in his sleeve, not to kill Cheng'en, but to prevent being killed by Ping'en.
In this world, brothers are not reliable, let alone adopted sons like them.
Cheng'en finished the mutton in three mouthfuls. He rubbed the knife on the table and said, "What nonsense am I talking about? My father is not in good health. Haven't we all licked his sores?"
Pingxi said: "So it's the boil that happened again?"
Chengen lowered his voice: "It's all over my body, it's rotten."
Pingxi took a deep breath and leaned back: "Then, what did the imperial doctor say..."
Chengen lowered his head and cut off a piece of mutton: "The imperial doctor had no choice but to chop off their heads."
Pingxi clenched the knife in his sleeve, and his chest heaved violently. Although he had already guessed that something was wrong, his ears were still buzzing when he heard it. He couldn't believe it: "Prince Zheng said it was just the wind and cold...what?"
Do not order us to see His Majesty..."
Cheng'en said: "Pingxi, you are stupid. If King Zheng didn't say anything about Feng Han, are you going to say that His Majesty is crazy? Aren't you going to cause trouble at this time? Why do you want us to see Your Majesty? Can you treat illnesses?"
He inserted the knife in his hand into the mutton, and then cut the leg of the mutton with force.
I don't know if it was the sound of the knife or the aroma of the lamb leg that brought Pingxi back to his senses. He looked at Chengen with twinkling eyes: "At least see if there is anything we can do to help. After all, King Zheng is the only one here. Brother Dezhong...
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Chengen looked at him like a pair of nails: "Brother Dezhong has great influence in western Zhejiang. Now Hebei Road is occupied by Wu Ya'er, Shi Chao huddles up to build Anzhou, Shandong is controlled by Zhou Xian, and Tian Cheng can only move around.
The only place that is stable when wandering is the west of Zhejiang. If Brother Dezhong knows that His Majesty is not good, won't he be distracted? If something goes wrong in the southeast, wouldn't it be a trap for Brother Dezhong's disloyalty and unfilial piety?"
Pingxi understood and said oh.
"Yes." He looked at the mutton on the table, "Your Majesty has Prince Zheng with you."
Chengen showed a smile, cut off a piece of mutton with a knife and handed it to him: "Yes, there is Prince Zheng. The court is operating normally. What we have to do is to be loyal to His Majesty. You guard Taiyuan Mansion, and I will rob and kill the thief emperor and his party."
people."
Pingxi nodded: "Yes, yes, I will definitely guard Taiyuan Mansion. If Wu Ya'er and his wife dare to come again, I will make them never come back!"
He threw the mutton into his mouth and chewed it hard.
Chengen retracted his knife and stood up: "With Pingxi and you out, King Zheng is relieved, and so am I. King Zheng was originally afraid that you would be distracted and didn't want to tell you, but I think it's better to tell you. I know what's going on.
You can do things with more peace of mind."
Pingxi handed him over and said sincerely, "Thank you, brother."
Chengen smiled at him: "You're welcome, brother."
He wiped the knife on his clothes and turned away.
Pingxi was sitting in the tent, and he seemed to hear the sound of galloping hooves outside, and the general from before rushed in.
"General, General Xiao Cheng, is he going to surround us?" he asked in a low voice.
Pingxi spit out the mutton in his mouth and said: "He doesn't need to surround you, he just needs to kill me."
He was said to be his Flying Tiger Army. If he died, the Flying Tiger Army would of course have to find another master. Would they still keep the festival for a dead man like him?
"What's going on?" the general asked uneasily, "Prince Zheng has a very good attitude towards me..."
Pingxi tore off a piece of mutton and threw it at him: "Are you stupid? Your Majesty has a good attitude toward everyone, so why should he be killed anyway?"
The officer let the mutton fall on him, picked it up and put it in his mouth to eat: "Thank you, general, for your advice."
Pingxi let go of the knife in his sleeve. The handle of the knife was covered with sweat through his sleeve.
"It seems that there will be a new emperor." He murmured in a low voice, looking toward the southeast, "What will Mr. Dezhong do?"
Of course, if his father becomes emperor, his son will have no objection, but if his brothers become emperor, it will not be so easy for the other brothers to be convinced.
It's just that Prince Dezhong is far away in the southeast. By the time he knows the news, it will be too late. He will either surrender or be unprepared by King Zheng...
The general had an idea at this time and was a little surprised: "Chengqing is a member of Prince Dezhong, and Cheng'en actually went to Prince Zheng."
Ping Xi sighed: "Would you rather be an important minister of the emperor, or will you always be the nephew behind your uncle?"
Of course, no one has it as much as he does. The general reached out and knocked himself on the head twice. He was frightened by the sudden news: "General, then we..."
Pingxi inserted his knife into the mutton and cut off a piece of it: "We? Of course we will listen to whoever becomes the emperor."
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There is no imperial palace or palace in Taiyuan Mansion. The entire area where the government offices are located in Ankang Mountain has been conquered as a royal palace. The continuous mansions look quite impressive.
King Zheng and his father-in-law also requisitioned a piece of land for the palace.
However, during this period, he basically never went to his own palace and only lived in the "Royal Palace".
The government office served as the front hall for discussing court affairs. At this time, not a single official was present, and only King Zheng was walking around in the hall.
His figure became more and more like Ankang Mountain, and pacing was very strenuous for him, but he couldn't stop until someone came from behind.
"Master Xi." Prince Zheng rushed to greet him. He was shocked before he could say anything, "Master Xiang, did he hit you?"
Xi Yan, the prime minister of Ankang Mountain, covered half of his face with his hands, and there was blood seeping out from the seams of his hands, and said: "Your Majesty is ill, and I was hit by a bowl when I was giving him medicine."
King Zheng was at a loss: "What should I do? What should I do? Prime Minister, please quickly call for the imperial doctor... Oh, all the imperial doctors have been killed. Please call for the military doctor..."
Xi Yan put down his hand and waved: "This is a small matter, Your Majesty, you don't need to worry about it." He looked at Prince Zheng, "Have you arranged everything that should be arranged?"
King Zheng nodded: "Don't worry, Ping Xi Cheng'en. Both of them listen to me. The news of my father's illness will not spread, and it will not disturb the morale of the army and the people. It won't matter how long it takes."
Xi Yan frowned: "Your Majesty, our goal is not to last as long as we can."
King Zheng looked at him as if he didn't understand.
"Nothing in the world is impermeable. Master Dezhong will get the news sooner or later," Xi Yan said.
King Zheng, who had always been a smart person, became stammering: "That, that, that..."
Xi Yan wiped the blood from his face. The open wound made the scribe's face become ferocious: "In order to avoid long nights and long dreams, Prince Zheng, you must ascend the throne as soon as possible."
King Zheng took a few steps back: "But, my father is still here..."
Xi Yan stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "Then let His Majesty abdicate. If this continues, we will all die, the traitor and traitor will counterattack, and the momentum we have finally won will be lost!"
King Zheng grabbed his arm with his backhand, seemingly helpless but determined: "Brother, please teach me."
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There seemed to be more soldiers and horses galloping on the streets, but there didn't seem to be many. Anyway, to the people, it made no difference how many soldiers and horses appeared in front of them. The entire Taiyuan Prefecture and the entire Hedong Road were controlled by the rebels.
As long as they live honestly, they can do whatever the rebels ask them to do, until the rebels don't let them live.
At least so far, it's not that cruel.
Even for some people, life is pretty good.
But today, things have changed.
"Sir." A businessman stood in front of a checkpoint and looked uneasy. "Why are you suddenly not allowed to leave the city? Everything was fine."
The general sitting with his legs crossed under the hut in spring said lazily: "There are spies, so martial law is required."
The businessman approached him and tried to push a bag of money over, but the general refused: "No, no one can leave."
The businessman sighed and looked at the sky and then at the truck. "This shipment is urgent." "The weather is getting warmer and we can't store it. We will lose money."
The general had seen this complaint too often and was indifferent to it, but instead appreciated it with great interest.
The merchant was worried about pulling out his beard, and finally made up his mind to be ruthless. He came to the general again and whispered: "I have a shop for you, sir."
The general was not interested in the shop: "I don't know how to do business, so what kind of shop do I want?"
The businessman said: "It's not the shop, it's the shelves in the shop that are filled with money and given to adults."
The money that fills a shop is not as small as the scattered money that is given regularly during holidays and festivals. The general stopped tapping his feet and hesitated: "The military life is difficult, let one person go, I want to
Those who were beheaded, even if I took the money, they would still have their lives to spend..."
The businessman's eyes lit up and he said, "Sir, I'm not leaving. I'm just going to pick up the goods. I'll come back after I've delivered them."
Is that so? The general looked at him.
The businessman immediately said again: "Your Excellency, you can ask soldiers and horses to escort me. I guarantee that what I am telling is the truth."
The general stood up and said, "I will escort you there."
The businessman put his hands on his hands and smiled: "That's better. I'll be safer if adults are here."
The general led his soldiers and horses and followed the merchants for a long distance, and came to a remote and deserted town. Are there merchants in this deserted town?
The general curled his lips when he saw the goods hidden in a dilapidated room. He knew that these goods and the merchants who delivered them came from the Guards' territory.
This is not surprising, businessmen will do business wherever there is, and they don't care whether they are rebels or guards in order to make money.
The carts of goods were loaded, and the generals asked the soldiers and horses to check them. There were cloths, silks, and gold, silver, and jewelry. While the soldiers were checking, they stuffed a few handfuls into their arms, whether they were merchants or generals.
Pretending not to see it, the goods were quickly loaded.
"Sir, we can go back." The businessman said happily.
The general glanced at the several delivery merchants standing here: "They want to take them away too."
The delivery merchants immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. They groped around on their bodies and took out their treasures to give away. They also said that they would let the family send more gifts.
The general accepted it calmly and said: "Don't be afraid, I'm not arresting you. You all go to Lian Shang's place to stay for a while. When the military order is lifted, you can leave again."
In this way, it can be considered a blessing in misfortune. Several delivery merchants stopped begging, thanked them repeatedly, got in the car, and followed the general and the soldiers to Taiyuan Mansion...
The dilapidated town became lifeless again, and after darkness fell, birds and insects took over, making rustling sounds.
A little light came on in the previous house, and the two of them groped around on the empty ground and quickly dug out a small note from under the wall brick.
"Found it." They whispered, blowing out the lights, "Let's go."
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The sun was shining brightly on the earth, and people were coming and going again in the market in Taiyuan Prefecture. Wei Tie sat behind the counter with a smile, waiting for the waiters to attract customers.
"Mr. Wei." A waiter slid next to him and whispered, "You can't get out."
He then said: "It doesn't matter, just send the message out."
The clerk looked outside the shop and murmured in a low voice: "As soon as the madam gets the news, will she call over right away?"
This place is different from the capital, and they are different from the internal agents back then. Those internal agents were arranged by Miss Li before the chaos.
They came here too late. If a fight broke out, they would be unable to do anything. They could only be dragged out by the rebels and used as corpses to line the city wall.
The boy couldn't help but sigh. He was not afraid of death, he just felt it was a pity.
"Mr. Wei, when you receive the news from us, just watch from outside. You shouldn't come in too."
Wei said: "This news is of great importance. I have to see it with my own eyes to feel at ease."
He was afraid of death, but he was not afraid either. He just felt it was a pity that he could not see King Lu lose the world.