Chapter 83: Fate is more important than conscience
Li Xuan has already discovered that the entire Prince Xiang's Mansion has been completely wiped out. The guards in front of him should all be soldiers sent by Yan Zhiwei. He does not recognize any of these faces this time.
Looking at the corpses hanging in front of the house, Li Xuan suppressed the murderous intention in his chest and said calmly: "Yan Zhiwei, I know your purpose. Let me ask you, why do they have to die too?!" Li Xuan pointed with his hand.
The corpses hanged in the air were all servants of his own courtyard. They were hung high in front of the house. Even their clothes were stripped off. On each person's chest, there were two big letters written in cinnabar.
:National traitor!
Yan Zhiwei sneered, "You are a traitor to the country, and they are your servants. They must be my Daxiang's spies. Why can't I kill them?" As he spoke, he was already convinced that Li Xuan would not take action against him.
Li Xuan, who is now standing at the forefront of the storm, the more he takes action, the more his crimes are confirmed, and he will be reviled by the world forever! Thinking of this, Yan Zhiwei's words are full of confidence. He raised his head and did not avoid Li Xuan at all.
Xuan's eyes.
"Okay, okay, okay..."
A strong murderous intention filled his heart again. Li Xuan nodded gently and said three times in a row. At this moment, his words were like ice, and every word made Yan Zhiwei in the scene feel the pain in his bones.
An endless chill.
"What a righteous and upright... General Yan..." Li Xuan raised his hand high at this moment. Yan Zhiwei quickly wanted to avoid it. But suddenly he found that he was locked by Li Xuan's consciousness and could not move even if he moved.
I couldn't move. I just watched Li Xuan's palm getting closer and closer...
"Pa!" There was a loud noise, and Yan Zhiwei's right face was red at the moment, with an extremely clear palm print. It seemed that the entire cheek was sunken at this moment. Li Xuan's slap hit the ground firmly.
On Yan Zhiwei's face, two front teeth were chipped, causing Yan Zhiwei's mouth to burst with blood.
"How presumptuous! You provoke (this) thief!" Yan Zhiwei received this slap on the face, and his figure flew backwards like a top. When he opened his mouth to shout, he felt that his tongue was paralyzed and his speech was unclear.
It was unclear. At this moment, Yan Zhiwei opened his eyes angrily because of the burning pain on his face, and the veins on his forehead swelled with his breathing. He did not expect that Li Xuan, with such a reputation, would still dare to take action!
Li Xuan's eyes showed a ruthless look, and he stretched out his hand so gently. The violent spiritual power actually caught Yan Zhiwei, who was flying upside down in the air, and grabbed Yan Zhiwei's neck with his left hand, preventing him from struggling.
.The spiritual power in his right hand faded away, and he slapped Yan Zhiwei several times with a bang like a meteor. Although Yan Zhiwei tried his best to avoid during this process, how could he escape from Li Xuan?
control?
He could only watch the slaps hitting his face firmly one by one. Yan Zhiwei in the field was swaying this way and that with the slaps one after another. The palm marks were deep on his face, and almost all the teeth in his mouth were broken.
Everything was shattered.
"So brave! National traitor Li Xuan,
Don't let me go, General Yan!" Seeing this scene, Yan Zhiwei's subordinates shouted loudly, and hundreds of people gathered around him again.
"Huh?" Han Shuangxue snorted coldly at this moment, and the spiritual energy on her body fluctuated, frightening all the palace guards to stop their movements.
Seeing Li Xuan beating Yan Zhiwei continuously, Jiang Baihe secretly felt satisfied and said loudly: "Master, good beating!"
At this moment, Li Xuan's delicate face was full of anger, and his angry face had twisted into a furious lion. He slowly stopped the slap in his hand, and pressed the thumb of his left hand on Yan Zhiwei's beating Adam's apple: "Yan Zhiwei... tell me...
I, my life is more important than my conscience, why do you want to kill innocent people!?"
At this moment, Yan Zhiwei was being slapped so hard that his eyes were filled with stars, his arms were trembling, and he almost wanted to pounce. He seemed to have heard Li Xuanwen's words, and he vaguely thought of the scene when Li Zhuzhan was talking to Tang Zicheng after his death...
After Li Xuan left that day, a dark army stood in front of Shanhaiguan, surrounding the five Xiang soldiers who were still alive. Yan Zhiwei was among the five.
Tang Zicheng just glanced coldly, and then talked with the Jin general for a moment. He straightened up his spear again, with Li Zhu's blood still on the tip of the spear, and walked slowly towards Yan Zhiwei, saying: "I want to
If you want to survive, just cooperate with us obediently..."
"Tang Zicheng in South Vietnam, I, Yan Zhiwei, am the captain of the Xiang Army, and I will not allow you to bully me like this... How can a Xiang Army man be at your mercy?" Yan Zhiwei had only four soldiers left dead around him, looking at Bu Bu
Tang Zicheng, who stomped over, suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted loudly, but the trembling in his words was particularly obvious.
Tang Zicheng looked at Xiang Jun, whose legs were trembling in front of him, and sneered in his heart: Mr. Li Zhu, it seems that some of your subordinates are still greedy for life and afraid of death...
He glanced at Yan Zhiwei gently, with a sneer on his face: "So Captain Yan doesn't want to live anymore? You know, after death, there will only be a body. Look around at the bloody red earth in this scene.
...and the corpses of one hundred thousand Xiangjun, are you really not afraid of death?" Tang Zicheng gently wiped the spear in his hand, and Yan Zhiwei in front of him trembled when he saw this, and felt that his legs were weak.
Death? Who doesn’t want to live?
The officer of the Jin army said softly: "General Yan has great military exploits. After returning to Beijing, I will definitely report to the emperor that there is still an empty post of Zhenguo General in Xiang... You know, how much is needed between the captain and the Zhenguo General?
After years of military exploits, Li Zhu is dead. As Li Zhu's beloved general, aren't you afraid that His Majesty will pursue you?" After the officer finished speaking, he snorted coldly.
"Captain Yan, three hundred thousand silver taels is enough to protect you from worries for generations. How do you choose?" Tang Zicheng also said, his plan was very simple. Through the words of tens of thousands of Jin troops and the living Xiang soldiers, he fabricated Li Xuan
The fact that he personally killed his father for a national traitor pushed Li Xuan to the forefront of the world and nailed him to the pillar of shame. In this way, not only would he not be attacked by the Xiang Army in the future in South Vietnam,
If Yan Zhiwei returns alive, everything he says will be ironclad evidence!
The general of the country... 300,000 silver taels. Faced with such a huge temptation, Yan Zhiwei was a little tempted. The soldiers around him pulled his empty sleeves and said, "Captain Yan..."
Yan Zhiwei's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He looked at the Xiangjun who had died in the battle. Only five of them were still alive at this moment. One of Yan Zhiwei's arms had been broken. He looked at the countless shining swords in front of him.
, made his neck feel cold, and the desire to survive rose from his heart, becoming stronger and stronger...
After a long time, Yan Zhiwei threw aside the long knife in his hand, half-knocked it on Tang Zicheng, and said tremblingly: "General Tang, what do you want me to do?" Yan Zhiwei just wanted to survive, and he still had a wife and children at home.
If you don't want to, just die here! King Xiang has died in the battle, and at this moment, his heart is full of fear.
Deep down, he doesn't want to do this, but if he doesn't, the five remaining people will die. What's more, they don't want to die at all!
Sure enough, all the people in the world believed Yan Zhiwei's words. After a later edict from Emperor Wen, Li Xuan became a national thief of the entire Jin Dynasty. He was denounced everywhere and became a shame to the entire Jin Dynasty. But Yan Zhiwei
Wei was also granted the title of General of the Kingdom by Emperor Wen. However, he did not expect that Li Xuan would come back so quickly.
…
Thinking of this, Yan Zhiwei's mind became a little unstable, which made him ignore the severe pain on his face and mouth. At this moment, there was a faint feeling of guilt rising in his heart.
Li Xuan looked at Yan Zhiwei, who was suddenly stunned, and the strength of his left hand increased again, "I ask you, why do you want to kill innocent people?! Is your conscience really clear?" With this pull, Li Xuan broke Yan Zhiwei's arm.
The bandage on his body fell apart at this moment, revealing a shocking broken arm.
Li Xuan's roar made Yan Zhiwei wake up. Looking at the trash-haired young prince, the guilt in his heart was completely annihilated. One wrong step and every step was wrong. If he changed his words at this moment, the consequences would be like that for Yan Zhiwei
Unwilling to bear it... If he overturns his previous words and tells the truth, his result will be even more bleak and doomed! Because his previous actions are simply unforgivable. Even if Yan Zhiwei dies afterwards, he will not be able to bear it.
It won’t help! Then, all you can do is continue to make mistakes!
A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of Yan Zhiwei's mouth, and he said with a sad smile: "The national thief... Li Xuan, what a good method... Even if you threaten me like this, the facts cannot be changed. Thousands of people in the capital were slaughtered by you, so how could I ever be afraid?"
You?" There was some ruthlessness in his eyes, and he continued: "You are a foreigner, so leave here. I, Xiangjing, will not pursue you further for the sake of your being the heir to the throne..."
Li Xuan's whole body was shaking violently at this moment, and he threw Yan Zhiwei high into the air, fell heavily to the ground, and said: "Let's go!"