Vol 3 Chapter 92: fear

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Late at night, Si Tian Jian.
Song Qing lay down on the table and fell asleep, with various alchemy equipment on the table, and the charcoal fire in the pill furnace was still warm.
At a certain moment, Song Qing woke up suddenly, opened her eyes, and saw a white dress sticking around her.
When he took a closer look, he realized that it was Senior Brother Sun, his face was decadent, his eyes were dim, and he looked at him silently.
There is also a white ape by his side.
"Senior Brother Sun, why are you back?"
Song Qing yawned and said:
"Aren't you fighting in Qingzhou? It's not coming to be equipped again, you can let me go, didn't you just give you a batch of equipment a while ago. Junior brother, I only sleep for one hour a day, and the iron man has to rest. "
He babbled and complained.
Sun Xuanji didn't speak, the white ape beside him hesitated and said in a low voice:
"Mr. Jianzheng, may be lost."
The complaint stopped, Song Qing was stunned.
At this time, Sun Xuanji crashed to the ground, blood was overflowing from Qiqiao, and the breath of life quickly passed away.
Song Qing trembled in her heart, and hurriedly took out the pill from the storage bag, and said in a trembled voice:
"What, what's going on, Brother Sun..."
Yuan Hufa stood aside, looked at Sun Xuanji, and whispered:
"In order to find out the truth about the death of Jianzheng, he personally went to the battlefield."
After Song Qing took the pulse, her heart sank into the bottom faintly.
Sun Xuanji was injured at the origin, the meridians were all broken, the internal organs were exhausted, and the primordial spirit was also weakened to the extreme.
Such an injury is enough to cause a fatal threat on a warlock.
The reason why he was able to return to the Sitian Supervisor with a white ape was probably because of some obsession in his heart.
Hufa Yuan saw Song Qing's thoughts and said quietly:
"It's the wildfire of revenge, supporting him back to Sitianjian."
...........
The star-gazing building, underground.
Zhong Li stared at Song Qing in a daze. Under his messy black hair, his eyes were very bright, and there seemed to be flashes of water.
"Mr. Jianzheng, is dead?"
She murmured.
Song Qing said with a low voice. There was no sorrow on his face, but his numb appearance was even more sorrowful. .
"Xu Pingfeng, the head of the Daozong Dao, the Jialuoshu Bodhisattva, and the Baidi, the Baidi of Yunzhou." Song Qing whispered:
"Senior Brother Sun saw them, they killed Teacher Jianzheng."
Seeing Zhong Li's silence for a long time, Song Qing said:
"I'll go to the palace and tell the little emperor."
He turned and left, and the earth fell into eternal silence.
After a long time, Zhong Li lifted the wooden box next to him and stroked the surface of the box lightly, tears streaming down:
"You have to take revenge, you have to take revenge for Teacher Jianzheng........."
...........
The sky was bright, and the torches burned in the twelfth lunar month of the capital city, unable to dissipate the deep chill.
The dew soaked the surface of the city wall, condensing into ice in the cold night, freezing the city wall as hard as steel.
The soldiers on duty at the head of the city, holding a spear, covered with frostbite on their hands, from time to time sipped their palms with warmth, or stretched out their hands close to the torches to keep warm in the cold, late night.
"Da da da!"
From far to near, the sound of horseshoes spread into the ears of the guards at the head of the city.
In the cold night, hurried to the city with a quick horse and whip, and slammed the reins. Under the watch of the guards of the city, he roared hoarsely:
"Open the door, eight hundred miles in a hurry........."
In the palace, the sleeping Emperor Yongxing was awakened by Zhao Xuanzhen. He pinched his eyebrows tiredly, suppressed his temper, and said in a deep voice:
"What is it to wake me up late at night."
Generally speaking, if you dare to interrupt the king's rest at this time, either the sky has fallen or you don't want to live anymore.
Emperor Yongxing didn't think the dog minion was tired and crooked, so the answer should be the former, so his tone was rather low and his expression was solemn.
Zhao Xuanzhen's face was as pale as paper:
"Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from the cabinet that Qingzhou has fallen..."
Emperor Yongxing was stunned by the bed, his pupils dilated and his expression frozen.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Zhao Xuanzhen yelled twice, and Emperor Yongxing said "Ah" as if he had just woke up from a dream.
"Zhezi is in the Imperial Study Room..."
Before he finished speaking, Emperor Yongxing lifted the quilt and pushed Zhao Xuanzhen away, barefoot and wearing a white shirt, and strode towards the Imperial Study Room.
The imperial study room was connected to the imperial palace, inside and out, he quickly ran out of the imperial palace and came to the imperial study room.
He walked straight to the case, picked up the folder placed there, and started reading with an ugly expression.
The contents of the foldout are divided into three parts:
The first is the casualties of the defenders in Qingzhou. The thirty guards in Qingzhou, plus the soldiers and horses transferred from the capital and various prefectures, totaled 90,000 troops and lost 60%. The remaining tens of thousands of troops retreated to Yongzhou.
The second is about the supervision. Yang Gong believes that there may be an accident in the supervision and hopes that the court can confirm the situation as soon as possible.
The third is Yang Gong’s self-statement, which probably means to be ashamed of the emperor and Saji, but to thank the world by begging to die.
After Emperor Yongxing finished reading, his hands were already shaking.
"All nonsense, Jianzheng is the patron saint of Dafeng, ranked first, in Dafeng, who is his opponent? This Yang Gong deceptively confuses the crowd, I will cut his head and let him seek benevolence and benevolence."
Emperor Yongxing's face was pale, struggling to beat the table.
Now anyone who dares to say that the prison is in trouble in front of him, he must let the other party know what the emperor's anger is.
At this time, the commander of the Forbidden Army on duty outside hurried in and said:
"Your Majesty, Sitian Supervisor Song Qing is asking to see you outside the palace."
Song Qing is here, there must be news from Jianzheng, and Jianzheng has asked him to spread the word..........Emperor Yongxing lifted his spirits and said loudly:
"Quickly, invite him in."
Immediately ordered the to give the royal card.
A quarter of an hour later, the commander of the Forbidden Army led Song Qing back. The former stayed outside the Imperial Study Room, and the latter stepped over the threshold and entered the Imperial Study Room on the scarlet carpet.
"Song Aiqing, is there news from the supervisor?" Emperor Yongxing took a step forward and blurted out.
He stared at Song Qing with hope in his eyes.
In contrast, Song Qing is like a bereaved dog, with a pale face and thick dark circles under her eyes.
"Your Majesty, Teacher Jianzheng, perished..."
Emperor Yongxing sat down on the big chair, as if his bones had been removed.
After a while, he got up angrily, pointed at Song Qing and roared:
"Nonsense, Song Qing, do you know what you are talking about? The prison is your teacher. Do you dare to curse Jianzheng?"
He stood up, waved his sleeves vigorously, and roared:
"In Dafeng, who is the opponent of the supervisor, tell me, who is his opponent?"
Song Qing said with a dull expression:
"Senior Brother Sun has already conducted preliminary investigations. Teacher Jianzheng, he may indeed have been lost. On that day, Yunzhou was born with a natural vision and his luck was lost. After Teacher Jianzheng's breath disappeared, he did not appear again."
Emperor Yongxing slowly withered on the big chair and muttered:
"Supervise him, how come, who can kill him..."
Song Qing said nonchalantly:
"The number of extraordinary masters of the Yunzhou rebels is far beyond imagination."
Emperor Yongxing sat there for a long time, seeming to be overwhelmed by the wind and cold, and his body trembled slightly.
Great fear enveloped him.
...........
The next day, Qingzhou was lost and the news of the death of Jianzheng spread throughout the officialdom of the capital, causing a huge sensation.
A group of officials gathered at the Meridian Gate and asked to meet with the Lord, but they were blocked outside.
Emperor Yongxing was sick and frightened.
It was not until dusk that the princes saw him in the imperial study room. Overnight, Emperor Yongxing seemed to be drained, his eyes lost and his face pale.
Zhu Gong was shocked, and the first assistant Qian Qingshu said in a sad voice:
"Your Majesty, please take care of the dragon body."
Emperor Yongxing laughed sadly:
"Dragon body? At this time, I still care about this flesh and blood body?
"Prince, the prison is dead, what should I do. Qingzhou is lost, and the rebels and Yang Gong are facing off at the border of Yongzhou. Once they stabilize Qingzhou, they are bound to make a comeback, and sooner or later they will hit the capital."
Jian is the last backbone of Dafeng.
Zuo Du Yushi Liu Hongdao:
"Your Majesty, Dafeng still has Xu Yinluo. We are not without the strength of the first battle."
Emperor Yongxing shook his head slightly:
"Although I have a shallow cultivation base, I also know what a third-rank martial artist can and cannot do.
"Even Jianzheng died in the hands of the rebels, what about Xu Yinluo?"
Liu Hong was speechless for a while.
In the imperial study room, the atmosphere was solemn and silent.
After a long time, Dali Siqing whispered:
"Your Majesty, it's better to ask for peace."
Seeking peace... Emperor Yongxing's eyes lit up, then he shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"The rebels are coming fiercely, and they want to take my place. How can they agree to ask for peace instead?"
"Your Majesty, how do you know if you don't try it." Someone said.
"I'm tired." Emperor Yongxing said dejectedly:
"Let me consider it."
...........
Imperial City, Huaiqing Mansion.
An unpretentious carriage stopped outside the house and took over as Wei Yuan. Liu Hong, who became the former leader of the Wei party, got out of the carriage and went straight inside.
Go through the front yard and come to the meeting room.
In the spacious and elegant hall, Huaiqing, the eldest princess with a cold temperament dressed in plum palace attire, sits at the desk and waits for a long time.
"My palace has been to Sitian Supervisor, and we have met Song Qing and Sun Xuanji. I'm afraid that the supervision is really bad luck."
The eldest princess looked at Liu Hong who entered the hall with a rare solemn face, and said:
"What is the attitude of your majesty and the princes?"
Liu Hong sighed:
"Without the supervision, the backbones of your majesty and the princes are broken, and the courage is gone. The Dali Temple Secretary proposed a peace, and his majesty did not agree, but did not object, only to consider."
"Yehe..." Huaiqing whispered to himself, and after a moment, shook his head:
"The rebels aim at the Central Plains and the throne. How can they agree to negotiate a peace? Even if they agree, they will open their mouths and ask for benefits first, and then give a brief peace. A dull knife cuts the meat, and the death is slower.
Liu Hong smiled bitterly:
"His Royal Highness, you are a bystander Qing.
"Your Majesty is not in early morning today. He is sick and he is frightened. At this time, if the rebels take the initiative to negotiate a peace, he will recklessly agree, just like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw."
With that said, Liu Hong looked sad:
"But your Majesty is afraid for a reason. Jianzheng is dead. Who can compete with Yunzhou?
"Xu Yinluo is only a third-rank martial artist. Although the national teacher is the second-rank, she is really willing to die for Dafeng? Even if she is willing, she is afraid that she will have more than enough energy.
"His Royal Highness, you have always been so resourceful, tell me how to break the game..."
When the Yushufang was discussing matters, he did not object to the negotiation, nor did he know what to do.
Huaiqing was silent for a long time, and slowly said:
"Rather Stick to your guns!"
..........
Qingzhou.
The chief envoy, Qi Guangbo, is sitting behind the big case that originally belonged to Yang Gong. Below is a group of generals. The first seat on the left is Ji Xuan, and the first seat on the right is Ge Wenxuan.
Of these two, the former attacked the city all the way, chased and killed the deserters in Qingzhou, and made great military exploits.
The latter made great contributions with Qi Guangbo's capture of Wanjun, and his status as a disciple of Xu Pingfeng made him extremely high in the army, only slightly worse than Ji Xuan.
As for the Xuanwu Iron Cavalry and the Vermilion Flying Cavalry, they belonged to Xu Pingfeng and did not appear.
"It's not a matter of military account, don't be cautious."
Uncle Qi Guang said with a smile: "Thanks to all my brothers to capture Qingzhou, I will reward the three armies tonight, wine, food and beauties, everything you need."
The generals laughed and said loudly:
"Thank you General."
Qi Guangbo nodded:
"However, after today, you will restrain the soldiers under your hands and not rob the people anymore. Qingzhou will be our territory from now on, you understand."
"Yes!"
All soldiers promised.
Zhuo Haoran was pleased and asked:
"The general, whenever he leads us northward, he always says that the capital is the city of the best in the Central Plains, and the most prosperous. My brothers can't wait."
Someone smiled and said:
"After you get to the capital, don’t mess around with your special mothers. The capital is rich and prosperous, but the water spirit girl is more attractive than gold and silver. It would be a pity if you get hurt and die. I’m a want to try a high-ranking official too. What is it like for a noble female family."
Someone immediately laughed and cursed:
"Things that are not promising, if you want to sleep, you can sleep with golden branches and leaves. Princess princesses and concubines in the harem are not more attractive than noble women."
There was a lot of laughter.
After the defeat of Qingzhou, the Yunzhou army was as morale as a rainbow. They went up to the generals and down to the ordinary soldiers. They were all gearing up to go north, wishing to fight to the capital in one breath.
But thinking about it, marching has its own rules and regulations. Now that the rebels have taken Qingzhou, they need to stabilize the site, calm the people and the squire, repair the city walls, collect grain and grass, and so on.
These all take time, and they are not looted by foreigners. They just leave after looting things and people, coming and going in a hurry.
Ge Wenxuan raised his finger and buckled the tabletop.
The noise was slightly reduced, and he said along the way:
"General, the general thinks that ~EbookFREE.me~ is not idle during the rest period.
"We can send people to infiltrate the Dafeng states and spread the news that the prison is dead. On the one hand, we can create chaos, and on the other hand, we can strengthen the momentum of our Yunzhou army."
Qi Guangbo gave a positive attitude: "This strategy is very clever."
Ji Xuanze said:
"Our army suffered a lot of casualties in this battle. We had to replenish our troops and recruit refugees. However, the combat effectiveness of the refugees is limited, and the supplement of mid-level combat power is a problem."
Qi Guangbo had noticed in his heart and still asked:
"Zisu have any suggestions."
Ji Xuan said, "You can recruit martial artists."
This can be regarded as the tradition of Qianlong City. Among the generals present, more than half of the generals were originally from the rivers and lakes, who fled to Yunzhou and later belonged to Qianlong City.
Qi Guangbo nodded, looked around everyone, and suddenly asked:
"You think, without the supervision, how will the Dafeng court react?"
Zhuo Haoran laughed loudly:
"The little emperor is scared to pee his pants."
The generals agreed:
"Without the patron saint of Jianzheng, Dafeng is just a sick tiger with his minions. It's not useful."
"There is only one Xu Qi'an who can support the field."
"Bah, what kind of place does he hold? The third-rank martial artist is certainly good, but in front of the national teacher, it is really not enough."
At this time, Ji Xuan sneered:
"He really can't overcome the storm. The magic sealing nail planted in his body by the national teacher can crush him to the third stage."
Ge Wenxuan smiled and continued:
"The national teacher is like a god."
Seeing that the topic was off, Qi Guangbo raised his hand, and the clamor died down. He said:
"That's right, the court, from the emperor to the hundred officials, must be panicked at this moment. So, what if we take the initiative to negotiate a peace?"
Everyone was taken aback.
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PS: The typo will be corrected tomorrow.
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