Golden Stage

Chapter 59: Surprised ┃ Fourth day of separation, miss him

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Duan Guihong didn't have the problem of selling out, and said bluntly: "It's Fu Tingyi."

Like a heavy hammer falling from the sky, it crashed down, smashing the Duke of Jingning from the surface into the ground. Fu Shen was completely dumbfounded, and raised his voice in a gaffe: "Who?"

He suspected that Duan Guihong was lying to him, or that he was hallucinating.

"Emperor Ying. Your third uncle." Duan Guihong finally shocked Fu Shen for a moment, but he was still a little proud for some reason, "I didn't expect it?"

Fu Tingyi, the well-known third master of trash in the capital, the grass chicken that flew out of the phoenix's nest, the middle-aged scoundrel who was addicted to cultivating immortals, he was even more distant than the young lady, and he didn't starve to death until now, all because he cast a good child .

Even Fu Shen didn't expect anything from him. Who would have thought that his handwriting was still in the big case that shocked the capital

"He... For so many years, he asked Xianxian to ask is just a pretense. In fact, he has been in contact with you in private?"

Fu Shen was shocked, but his brain was enough. Duan Guihong's words were enough to make him think about the cause and effect. Qingxuguan is quite effective in Beijing, and Fu Tingyi is a Taoist. The white dew powder and smoking tools that Taoist Chunyang needs can be delivered to Fu Tingyi first, and then he will hand it over to Taoist Chunyang. It's not a big deal... No wonder Yan Xiaohan and the others couldn't find out the source of the medicine in the hands of Taoist Chunyang.

"Your third uncle has kept a low profile for many years," Duan Guihong said, "Most of Chunyang's actions in Beijing borrowed his power. My contact with Shu Rang was also after you went to Northern Xinjiang."

However, Fu Shen rarely got angry and his face was gloomy: "Keep a low profile and keep a low profile, you should cultivate his immortals! If you have to get involved in these bad things, this is how thick lard blinds your heart, or it's not enough that Ying Guo Gong's mansion is collapsed. quick?"

"Jingyuan." Duan Guihong said calmly, "You and the people in the capital think the same thing, you think that he can be today because he casts a good baby, right?"

"What is it!" Fu Shen said angrily, "Why can't he do it? No one in Xiuxian stopped him! I finally got Yingguo Gongfu out of trouble, and he jumped into the fire pit, is he addicted to it? !"

"What are you talking about," Duan Guihong frowned, "You don't know your third uncle. His mother had fetal gas when he was pregnant with him and gave birth prematurely, so Uncle Rang was not in good health since he was a child. I was afraid of letting him practice martial arts because he was afraid that he would do something good if he bumped into him. I have seen him a few times. "

"Later, Bo Cun and Zhong Yan both went to the northern Xinjiang. He grew up in the capital alone, and he was not very successful in civil and military affairs, but there were still two capable elder brothers. As a result, the two elder brothers passed away one after another. His nephew picked this beam for him."

"Jingyuan, you are used to picking the big beam and don't think it's a burden, but for your third uncle, it should have been his responsibility. No matter how bad he is, he is still your elder. He has always felt very guilty for not protecting you well."

Fu Shen faintly heard a bit of loneliness in his tone, and instantly understood Duan Guihong's unspoken guilt that was exactly the same as Fu Tingyi's.

He froze for a moment.

Fu Shen has come to this point without relying on anyone, and he has long been used to facing difficulties, because he knows that no one is protecting him from the wind and rain, and it is useless to hide. And since Fu Tingxin passed away, the years when he could be coquettish and begging for mercy from his elders are gone forever. At his current age, even if he pretends, he can't pretend to be favored, and he can easily bend down and bow his head. Think of yourself as a junior who needs to be taken care of.

"Okay, I'll take it all, I don't need it," Fu Shen muttered uncomfortably, "It's rare, I don't have any shortage of people to care for, I'm a lot of age, and I'm still a tough guy... Don't you get bored and panic? "

Duan Guihong: "..."

What a pain in the ass with rough skin and thick flesh!

"Tell him back and tell him to take it as soon as possible," Fu Shen put his hand on his forehead and forced a less aggressive tone, "I have my own plans, and you don't need to be in danger yourself. Do your best, and be pitiful. Poor little nephew, don't let me distract you from worrying about the Beiyan Army, okay?"

The people from the Beiyan Army have a unique sense of candor and identity, so when Fu Shen spoke to Duan Guihong as the head coach of the Beiyan Army, he was straight and unceremonious, even if the identity of the Xiping County King was higher than him. However, now that he is not talking about official business, Fu Shen calls himself "little nephew", Duan Guihong is less comfortable than him, and he says dryly: "It's done."

The two were awkwardly silent for a moment, and Duan Guihong coughed dryly. In order to hide the unnaturalness, he changed the subject and said, "Have you eaten? If you don't go, let's drink two cups tonight?"

Fu Shen nodded indifferently, and suddenly remembered something: "Your Highness, Qiu Yebai..."

"Once the plague spreads, it cannot be controlled by human beings," Duan Guihong said with a wry smile, "The same is true for Qiu Yebai. Even if I don't let Qiu Yebai flow out from now on, those that have already spread will continue to multiply. It's too late to think of killing the source now."

Fu Shen said: "After the Jingchu incident, the imperial court will pay more attention to Qiu Yebai, and I estimate that a decree will be issued soon to prohibit private cultivation of Qiu Yebai. What has already been spread can't be controlled, but the technique of making Bailusan It should still be in the hands of the lord, right?"

Duan Guihong nodded, and Fu Shen said, "If you stop now, I can't guarantee whether there will be peace in the world, but if you don't stop, there will be no peace in the world. What is more important, I hope the lord thinks twice."

Although Bai Lusan has not yet become the most important source of money in Southwest China, the effect is expected, and it is unrealistic for Duan Guihong to decide to cut himself off so soon. Fu Shen didn't rush him, he clicked until he was done. The two drank wine all night, and Fu Shen was dragged by the Xiping County King above him to talk about the Beiyan Army for half a night, and fell dizzy on the bed of the guest room, feeling that he still overestimated Duan Guihong's stability.

When the sky was twilight, there was a sudden explosion of thunder outside. Fu Shen was originally sleeping very deeply, but for some reason, the thunder seemed to sound from his ears to his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his heart was beating wildly for no reason.

On April 29th, the capital falls into the night.

The imperial city was as silent as death, all the palaces closed their doors, and a few palace maids and eunuchs squatted in the corner of the palace walls tremblingly. Only in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was brightly lit. King Sun Yunchun of Jin was wearing armor, followed by You Nanya. The ten guards and the elite soldiers of the Jin Dynasty's palace faced off against the Beiya Imperial Army in front of the palace.

Wei Xuzhou pressed the long sword in his hand, and his eyes widened angrily: "The palace is strictly forbidden, and it is not allowed to enter without an edict. Is His Royal Highness the King of Jin going to commit chaos?"

Sun Yunchun sneered: "The watchdog dares to bark in front of this palace, get out!"

Under the light of the fire, General Wei's brows were as cold as iron, but his back was wet with cold sweat. King Xu Shi of Jin was leading his troops to enter directly through Chengtianmen. He first went to the East Palace to kill the prince, and then went straight to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The ten guards of Nanya have all fallen to King Jin's side, but there is no news in the palace. Wei Xuzhou only learned the news when they entered Xuanfu Gate, and hurriedly escorted the Beiya Imperial Army, and finally stopped the King of Jin and his party in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The King of Jin had Chengzhu in his heart, and Nanya turned against each other. The soldiers of the Beiya Imperial Army alone could not hold it for long. Although Wei Xuzhou was not afraid to fight, he looked at it coldly and felt that the King of Jin's revolt was likely to succeed. .

"Who's outside?"

The door of the hall slowly opened, and the old and majestic voice sounded in the firelight and night, and the figure of Emperor Yuantai appeared at the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation: "King Jin, what are you doing?"

Sun Yunchun took a step forward: "Prince Sun Yunliang is plotting a rebellion, and his intentions are not good. My son is aware of his conspiracy, and I am afraid that there will be a change, and he will immediately lead troops into the palace to escort him. Now that the rebels have been executed, I have come to inform the father and emperor."

All the discerning people present knew that the prince was just an unlucky ghost who died in vain. King Jin did his best to finish the scene without blinking or beating his heart.

Emperor Yuantai said, "As soon as the rebels have been executed, go back to the manor."

The king of Jin made a gesture with his hand behind his back, and an official in purple immediately stepped forward, knelt down on the ground, and said: "The prince has lost his virtue and has been executed by the king of Jin. The country is unstable, and people's minds are stable. It is said that it is located in the King of Jin, in order to follow the expectations of heaven and people."

"Cui Jing." Emperor Yuantai glanced at him coldly and said, "Where is the forbidden army?"

"Father, my son advises you not to count on it." Sun Yunchun's smile was distorted in the light of the volatile fire, which reminded people of a poisonous snake spitting up a letter: "All the guards in Nanya have left this king, not to mention Your confidant Yan Xiaohan is not here, even if he is here, the Beiya Imperial Army will not be able to fight."

He deliberately paused for a moment, then raised his voice: "Tangzhou army is already on its way to King Qin of Beijing, may the father and emperor make a decision soon!"

As soon as Sun Yunchun finished speaking, a little eunuch stumbled in from outside the palace gate, his hat was twisted, and he was out of breath: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The envoy from Beijing came to report that there were tens of thousands of horses heading towards the capital. Come, Commander Wang has brought the two battalions of Ruifeng and Lielei to block them."

Emperor Yuantai took a step back at the shocking news and fell down on the eunuch who was supporting him.

On April 30th, outside the Liangkou Pass in Beiyan.

The horse-drawn carriages from the Wuluo guard of the Zhe people line up at the pass. The spring in the north comes late, and the dawn is still cold. The officers and soldiers guarding the pass are wrapped in thick jackets, wipe the water droplets from their eyelashes, and yawn. , muttered, "This year is early enough."

The man who escorted the carriage came up with a smile on his face, took out his hand from his sleeve, and stuffed a huge pearl into the hands of the officer and soldier.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, didn't answer, and pushed his hand back: "Our general won't let you take these, take them back."

The Zhe people were unable to harass them in the past few years, and they were cleaned up several times by the Beiyan Iron Cavalry, and now they pay tribute to the Great Zhou every year. The Wuluohu Department is rich in Dongzhu, and it is customary to pay tribute to the capital once a year in May and June. They came before May this year. Although the Beiyan soldiers who were in charge of inspecting Sui Gong felt a little strange, they didn't think much of it. They walked to the carriage and picked up the tarpaulin on the box with the tip of a knife, saying, "Open the box. ."

A few Zhemen climbed into the carriage with smiling faces, untied the rope, and lifted the lid of the box.

A whistle, startling the birds in the forest.

The lid of the box was opened, and what was inside was not Dongzhu, but a cold and bright sword!

The Zhe people who escorted Suigong were all well-trained soldiers. They took out knives from the boxes and swarmed up. Amidst the terrifying sound of slashing, the Beiyan soldier who had rejected the pearl was left with a bloody opening in his chest and fell on his back into the flying dust.

His cold and stiff fingers moved with difficulty, and he took out a firework from his waist and pulled the lead tremblingly—

"Pfft", Zhe Ren who found his intentions returned a knife, the sharp blade penetrated the flesh and blood, and pierced his heart.

At the same time, the signal representing the enemy's attack rose high into the sky, exploding a blood-colored fireworks in his gradually expanding pupils. That Bei Yanjun's body twitched, his eyes looked up at the sky, and he let out the last breath of cold air from his chest.

On April 30, the twenty-sixth year of Yuantai, above the early dynasty, Sun Xun, the emperor of Yuantai, ordered the eunuch to read out the imperial edict, and it was passed on to Sun Yunchun, the king of Jin.

On the same day, when the Zhe nationality Wuluo guards were transporting Dongzhu, they attacked the garrison at Liangkou Pass in Beiyan. Soon after, a large number of Zhe nationality troops went south to knock on the pass, and the Beiyan iron cavalry urgently dispatched troops to help. Repeat it again.