In the Protectorate of the Western Regions, Wang Jian sat on the general's seat and sketched the outlines one by one. Wang Ben came in wearing a military uniform and said, "My child has seen his father."
When Wang Jian saw Wang Ben coming in, he asked without raising his head: "Are you familiar with all the officers in each battalion?"
Wang Ben nodded and said: "Most of the officers in the Protectorate's Palace are old acquaintances. We have met my father at the banquet hosted by the Marquis of Chang'an in the past, and they still remember the child."
Wang Jian put down his pen, looked at his eldest son, and warned: "As a general, you should know the basics of your soldiers. Only in this way can you use your troops like a god and fight a hundred battles without danger. In this regard, you still need to pay more attention.
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Wang Ben bowed and replied: "My child, I remember."
Wang Jian picked up the silk book he had just written, shook it slightly, handed it to Wang Ben and said: "This list records some of the important details that my father has placed in various countries in the Western Regions over the years. With my father's secret support, every
Each one has a pivotal position in the small country where he is located, and may be of great use at critical moments."
"After you write down this list, destroy it. My father once promised them that only my father knows their identities. But because my father is going to Chang'an and his life or death is uncertain, all these people will be handed over to you."
Wang Ben took the list with trembling hands. Is his father explaining the funeral arrangements? He said angrily: "Does my father really intend to return to Chang'an and let Zhao Zheng slaughter him? Don't think about anything else.
The way?"
Wang Jian said in a deep voice: "Going back like this, my father and other masters will be like birds in a cage. Your Majesty will definitely feel at ease. Nothing will happen in the short term. If his goal has been achieved, my father may be safe and sound."
"To put it bluntly, if my father really couldn't hold on any longer, he would take the initiative to die in order to gain more benefits for the Wang family. I would do it better than what you said.
Remember, if something happens to your father, you must not show a trace of resentment, otherwise it will definitely bring disaster to yourself."
Wang Ben prostrated himself in the tunnel and said: "If my father is really killed by Zhao Zheng, how can the child not hate him?"
Wang Jian sighed and said: "You have such an irritable temper that you are really not suitable for being a general. You should just take care of yourself and go to be your father."
After saying this, Wang Jian left without any attachment, took a dozen personal guards and several carriages to Chang'an City.
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In Zhengliao Mansion in the northeast, Yang Duanhe stood upright in the courtyard and asked a follower of Feng Quji: "Is Shangdang Hou free to hand over military affairs today?"
The attendant said impatiently: "I'm not free, let's go. When our Lord Marquis is free, he will naturally call you over."
Yang Duanhe didn't move at all and said: "But His Majesty's imperial edict requires Marquis Shangdang to hand over all the affairs of the expedition to Liao to the general within one month and return to Chang'an to reply. If the Marquis is delaying like this, I'm afraid it will delay His Majesty's mission."
event?"
Upon hearing what Emperor Qin meant, the entourage immediately became more serious and low-key, and said softly: "I want the general to know that my Lord Marquis is really busy these days and really can't get out. Please wait patiently for a few days. I will
Also remind him a lot here."
Yang Duanhe remained silent, thought for a moment and then replied: "Then please hurry up, Mr. Marquis, otherwise His Majesty will blame you and no one will end up with a good end."
After speaking, he straightened his back and strode out of Feng Quji's mansion where he handled military affairs, heading towards the inn.
The guards who were waiting for Yang Duanhe at the post saw him coming back alone again. They didn't know that their general had returned without success again, and they couldn't help but said angrily:
"General, even though he, Feng Quji, is a powerful master and a lord of the Qin Dynasty, he has repeatedly refused to hand over his military power. This is really too much. This is simply a blatant disobedience to the imperial edict."
Yang Duanhe said calmly: "Be careful, the deadline for the handover of His Majesty's imperial edict is one month. If the time has not come yet, it does not count as resisting the edict. Just wait patiently."
The guard still looked angry and said: "General, let alone the short period of time, let's just say that you have come to take over the position of commander-in-chief. Feng Quji actually didn't even arrange a better house for you. He lives in the inn.
, eating ordinary food, isn’t he bullying enough?”
Yang Duanhe was unmoved and said: "You and I are in the army, and it is good if we can eat every meal. More than ten years ago, when I led the troops to conquer Liao, for a month, I only had enough time for one meal every day.
, often getting up in the middle of the night to fight, now, this is considered a good life."
The guard then remained silent.
On the other side, the entourage entered the courtyard and said to Feng Quji, who was lying on a couch with a lazy look on his face: "Report to the Marquis, I have been sent away."
Feng Quji replied with great interest: "Oh, did he say something?"
The attendant replied: "He said that the imperial decree requires the Marquis to complete the handover within a month and return to Chang'an to resume his duties. If the Marquis delays it any longer, I am afraid he will anger Your Majesty."
Feng Quji fell silent after hearing this. The news from Chang'an made him really afraid to go back like this, so even if Yang Duanhe came over again and again, he always excused himself because he was busy with military affairs.
Let's delay it for a few days. If we can't hold it off any longer, who knows that the so-called plastic surgery magic of Goryeo is really just for the whole face. It's not even as good as the most common disguise skill of Qin Dynasty. Thanks to the miraculous skills they spread every day, it's a shame that I still have to do it.
We took 100,000 kilograms of pig iron in exchange.
Thinking of this, Feng Quji couldn't help but murmur to himself: "We have to find a way to escape. Why don't we ignore the Feng family and escape alone? Since I'm not old, I can just build the Feng family again."
At this time, a confused voice sounded: "Where do you want to escape to?"
Feng Quji subconsciously replied: "Of course I'm escaping to a place where His Majesty can't find him."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Feng Quji woke up from his confused state, with a look of fear on his face, he knelt down and said: "I didn't know that your majesty was coming, so I missed you from afar. I hope your majesty will forgive you."
I saw Emperor Qin appearing at the door of the courtyard, his black dragon robe moving without any wind, walking up to Feng Quji and sneering: "It's a good thing you didn't know I was coming, otherwise I might have lost a loyal person."
Minister."
Feng Quji felt his head break out in cold sweat and his whole body trembled. He hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, please don't take the unintentional words of this humble minister seriously."
Emperor Qin just sneered and asked: "Why are you unwilling to hand over your military power and return to Chang'an to retire?"
Feng Quji hurriedly explained: "It's not that I don't want to hand over my military power. It's because I'm really busy with affairs these days and I don't have time to hand it over. Your Majesty must not listen to the words of Yang Duan and that villain."
But he secretly resented: "Yang Duanhe, you are so cruel that you secretly complained to His Majesty and recruited him for no reason. If I escape this time, I will definitely kill you."
Emperor Qin asked in surprise: "What does this matter have to do with Yang Duanhe?"
Feng Quji asked back: "Isn't it the case that Yang Duanhe went forward to slander His Majesty? Your Majesty, please tell me clearly that Yang Duan and the minister arranged to live in the inn and were resentful, so they slandered the minister."
Emperor Qin said impatiently: "Tell him how I know."
When Feng Quji looked confused and didn't know who Emperor Qin was referring to, the attendant took a step forward and said, "I obey the order."
Feng Quji pointed at the follower with disbelief and said, "You actually betrayed me? I have saved the lives of your whole family. You have been with me for thirty years. How dare you, how could you betray me?"
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I saw the attendant straightening his clothes, bowing quickly to Feng Qu and saying: "The Ji Shui Leopard of the Secret Guard of the Twenty-Eight Constellations pays homage to the Marquis."
Feng Quji completely collapsed to the ground, and said with a sad smile: "Secret guard? It turns out that you are a member of the secret guard. So, His Majesty knows every move I make."
Ji Shuibao replied: "Since the Lord Hou ordered me to take charge of the intelligence, every move of the Lord Hou has been recorded and sent to Chang'an on time by the Lord Hou's spies."
Feng Quji laughed at himself and said: "You are trapped in a cocoon. I think you are a talent and I value you so much, but I didn't expect that I would lose my life."
After saying that, he suddenly rose from the ground, slapped Ji Shui Bao with both palms, and shouted loudly: "The traitor deserves to die."
However, in an instant, a big hand was wrapped around his neck, and Emperor Qin said with an indifferent expression: "To me, you are the traitor."
Feng Quji felt that he was about to suffocate to death. He tried to break away Emperor Qin's hand that was holding his neck with both hands, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.
Endless fear appeared in his heart, and he squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Please forgive me, your majesty, spare my life."
Emperor Qin's face was as cold as a thousand years of ice. Without saying a word, a suction force came from his right hand.
Feng Quji felt as if his soul was about to be sucked away. He felt extremely uncomfortable. In just a few breaths, he fell into eternal darkness.
Emperor Qin threw Feng Quji's body aside and said to Ji Shuibao: "Let Yang Duanhe come over and clean up the situation."
Ji Shui Bao replied respectfully: "I obey your order."
Emperor Qin soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.