"Ah?" Meng Fuyao jumped up suddenly, and almost missed the roof, "You're back? You're back? Where is it? Already here?" She looked around—not looking for Zhangsun Wuji, She was going to find a hole in the ground to drill, she was afraid of being beaten.
The dark guard was silent for a while, and said, "Master is still on the way... No one knows where he is."
"Ah..." Meng Fuyao immediately calmed down, and then remembered a very serious question, "Why did he come back? Why did he come back? How can he come back now?"
Isn't that right, before the war on the Eastern Front was over, the commander left the army and slipped away? The eldest grandson Wuji is making fun of state affairs
She scratched her face, thinking that Changsun Wuji didn't look like a person who ignored the military situation and took the war as a joke. Also, why did he come back? This, this... that... isn't for me, is it
Meng Fuyao resolutely refused to think in that direction—stop being narcissistic, think of yourself as an onion, and think that Changsun Wuji is Edward VIII who loves beauty but not country? Besides, he was fine, so what did he do when he ran back.
"It's all the fault of my subordinates..." The dark guard blamed himself very much, "At the gate of the city that day, I thought Miss Meng and I were destined to die. At the gate of the city, we left a mark that our secret guards can only understand. Then Miss Meng was rescued that day, and I passed out as soon as I lost my strength. I was carried back to the city for treatment. Miss Meng was not in the city. The brother who was near saw the mark... Shocked and immediately passed the news up... The master received the news and left the Eastern Front Barracks that night... "
Meng Fuyao's face was full of black lines, and he stammered for a while and asked, "What does your mark say?"
"Everyone died in battle, Miss Meng committed suicide..."
Meng Fuyao slammed into the window with a bang, startling the guard. She rubbed her head and said with a teary face, "Don't... this is too spoof..."
"Then hurry up and send a message to tell him not to come back." Meng Fuyao tugged at his hair, "What's the matter? The war on the Eastern Front didn't end immediately, King De is about to rebel, so he's leaving the barracks at this time, it's over. Ruined."
"I contacted him immediately after waking up, but our secret guards had a one-way connection. I could only send the news to the Eastern Front Barracks. The news came back saying that the master had left the Eastern Front Barracks overnight. He left very quickly. And for the sake of safety, no one was notified of the route he took, and the hidden guards who stayed in the Eastern Army camp have not caught up with him, and now they don't know where the master is."
"This world is in chaos..." Meng Fuyao waved his hands around and asked after thinking for a long time, "Will he suddenly run away on the Eastern Front, will it cause a commotion?"
"Master must have arrangements. Don't worry, Miss Meng." The dark guard said in a low voice, "It's just that the current situation is different. King De's detective cavalry, ears, eyes and red wind team are spreading their nets everywhere. Master will be ambushed all the way..."
Hearing this sentence, Meng Fuyao suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his heart beat violently.
In the blink of an eye, she suddenly understood De Wang's intention to abandon Yao Cheng!
It wasn't to deal with Yao Cheng, nor to curry favor with the two soldiers, but to kill the eldest grandson Wuji!
Colluding with Gao Luo to cause rebellion, causing Changsun Wuji to leave the southern border in a hurry, and putting her in danger again, forcing Changsun Wuji to drive thousands of miles back here alone, and on this long journey, he has many opportunities to intercept and kill him in the middle!
King De can't let Changsun Wuji die in southern Xinjiang. The sphere of influence in Southern Xinjiang is his now. If he died in any place other than southern Xinjiang, King De could shift the responsibility to anyone, and even use this as an excuse to avenge the prince, and raise troops immediately!
In this way, he has all the fame and righteousness, and coupled with the reputation of loyalty accumulated in the past, it is easy to win the world.
As for how King De knew her identity and the relationship between the two, Meng Fuyao didn't understand. Ordinarily, Changsun Wuji must be very concerned about keeping secrets. After thinking about it, Meng Fuyao still vaguely felt that something was wrong. It's complicated enough, but the truth and the big picture are still shrouded in thick fog, and it seems to be more complicated than it is now.
"It's over, it's over, it's over..." Meng Fuyao thought so hard that her scalp exploded, she grabbed her hair in a daze, walked back very depressed, and bumped into a hard chest inadvertently, she covered her burning nose and cursed, "Damn it!" Ah? Standing in front of others without making a sound!"
"What are you doing with the appearance of paying someone a million taels?" Zhan Beiye's eyes were like black agates soaked in spring water, staring at her brightly, "I've never seen you so worried about me."
"What time is this and you are still saying these crazy things?" Meng Fuyao pushed him away, looked at him and then at Zong Yue who turned his head to look at him, although he had some doubts in his heart and wanted to ask these political figures, he hesitated After a while, she still didn't say anything. In any case, the fact that the eldest grandson Wuji left the Eastern Front is the top secret of the Wuji Kingdom, and she has no right to reveal it.
On the face of Meng Fuyao, he continued to entertain those guys as if nothing had happened. During this period, he experienced countless times of bickering, sarcasm, open and dark arrows. There was thunder, and Meng Fuyao tried to persuade a few words at first, but then he became numb, hey, the man with the poisonous tongue meets the man with the explosion, it is such a thunder that stirs the fire, the sky is going to rain, the king is going to curse, let them go .
Her headache was Ya Lanzhu, the child was like a puppy, she even followed her to the toilet, plausibly said: I want to watch you adulterers and adulterers, Meng Fuyao asked her if she knew what the adulterers and adulterers were What do you mean, the noble, pure, mature looking woman is actually a loli, the little princess blinked her eyes and replied, "A man and a woman sleeping together is an adulterer."
Meng Fuyao immediately regained her balance, oh, it turns out that her father, queen mother, and queen are also adulterers.
In the evening, Meng Fuyao finally kicked Zhan Beiye out of the house. With Ya Lanzhu, a person who rang like an alarm clock everywhere, Zhan Beiye would not even think about sleeping next to her, and arranged the three of them far away. Yes, Meng Fuyao closed the door by himself, sat down under the lamp and sighed.
The eldest grandson Wuji actually rushed back, leaving behind the war on the Eastern Front and hundreds of thousands of troops to sneak back all the way, just because of the damn sentence "Ms.
Meng Fuyao twisted his fingers, staring blankly under the glowing lights, thinking that his eldest grandson Wuji came back in a hurry, and he couldn't disturb the camp. There must be a limited number of people around him, but King De came prepared and guarded halfway, what kind of bandits, landslides , bandits, water pirates...
The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became, and I couldn't help asking Mr. Yuanbao who was gnawing on the fruit, "Hey, mouse, it is said that you only produce one mouse in a hundred years, so there must be something magical about it? Can you predict where your master is now? where?"
Mr. Yuan Bao gnawed ferociously, and he didn't even bother to answer this mentally retarded question. Our family's magic is not for you, an ordinary person.
Meng Fuyao stared at it, and suddenly found that it was dressed coquettishly today, the robe was actually bright red, with a front open, with huge black pearl buttons, and covered with fine multicolored gemstones. This mouse has a special suitcase, each piece The clothes are worth more than the sum of Meng Fuyao's tattered clothes, this one has not been worn by him before, could it be that he knows that his master is coming back, so he put it on to celebrate
Master Yuan Bao saw that she was not hesitant, and even more frightened, he walked a few catwalks in front of her. Meng Fuyao was furious, grabbed the gaudy robe and threw the catwalking mouse out.
A ball of flowers flew straight to the door, Master Yuan Bao saw a white figure walking towards the opposite side in the extremely fast flight, and was really happy that he was saved, but the figure had already avoided it in disgust, Master Yuan Bao stuck to the door and slowly slid down …
It was Zong Yue who entered the door. He stood at the door, his body was as clean as snow and the darkness of the night was at odds with his temperament.
Meng Fuyao looked at him bitterly, and said, "I've taken the medicine, you don't have to watch it yourself..."
Zong Yue ignored her and said, "I have something for you."
He took out a small bundle from his pocket, and opened it to see that there were transfer orders, appointment orders, keys, and a token with the word "grain" engraved on it.
Meng Fuyao flipped through those things, his eyes lit up, "This is all the official seals of the grain transport officers of King De's Wuling Grain Depot, where did you get them?"
"I passed by the Wuling Grain Depot when I came back. Tang Jian, the new grain transport officer of the Grain Depot, treated me well. I took these things away. If it wasn't inconvenient, I would have killed him right then and there."
"...Are you a doctor?" Meng Fuyao murmured, "Do you kill more people than save them?"
Zong Yue looked up at her, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it back to me."
Meng Fuyao put away the burden and said with a smile, "It's easy to do with this, I need an identity to sneak into King De's army, there is nothing better than a grain transport officer - grain transport officers don't work in the big account, and they know few people, but why It is pinching the lifeline of military supplies again."
She made a pinching gesture, thinking viciously in her heart, the old lady has caused trouble, causing her eldest grandson Wuji to rush back, and now she can't contact him or help him, so she has to cut the bottom of the pot and pinch the black hand behind the scenes.
Strangling King De to death and cutting off the black hand behind the scenes, the eldest grandson Wuji is naturally safe.
She put away the burden, and pulled Zongyue, "Let's go."
"Um?"
"We're going to kill people."
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Tang Jian, the grain transport officer of the Wuling Grain Depot twenty miles away from Sui River, and his subordinates suffered a silent interception tonight.
Tang Jian, a grain transportation officer, accidentally lost his official certificate and the key of the grain depot during the day, and was in a hurry, mobilizing the whole grain depot to search for it. Inch by inch.
The servant touched and suddenly found a pair of boots.
He raised his head in shock, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and then a red blood ribbon floated past his eyes, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to fish it, and it was scorching hot.
Someone came over and slapped his hand hard, "I'm going to die and I'm still groping."
A crisp voice was vaguely heard, "Zhan Beiye, you sand pig!"
It was his last consciousness as he fell.
…
When the boy fell down, Tang Jian was groping behind the screen, and when he heard a strange sound, he straightened up, and saw a pair of dark eyes suddenly drifting past him.
Then he felt hot and cold again.
When Tang Jian fell down, he heard someone behind him say calmly, "My lord kills people like killing chickens, and the blood blooms everywhere. It's really a good technique."
The black-eyed man stomped down heavily, he heard a puff from his chest, something exploded, and then finally heard the man's deep and hard voice.
"This king, Mr. Killing Zong, you must be straightforward, like killing a pig."
…
The adjutant of the grain depot heard the cracking sound, this man was shrewd, he ran away without raising his head, and suddenly there was a snow-colored skirt in front of him.
Then he saw that his hands turned blue suddenly, as blue as the moonlight that hangs strangely high in the middle of the night, and then his whole body froze, and then he fell down straight.
"Mr. Zong's murder is indeed a demeanor, everyone is like you, like a zombie."
"You're welcome." The adjutant's voice was as faint as midnight wind in the corner of the adjutant's last fuzzy eyes was the snow-colored fluttering corner of his clothes.
"It's more elegant than a prince with a bear-like temperament."
…
The last boy, who smelled the blood in the room and heard those people talking and laughing, seemed to be still bickering, killed three people in a blink of an eye, opened his mouth to scream, and suddenly a gaudy figure hung above his head.
The man brushed past him, a snow-colored arc flashed between his elbows, and the arc flashed like lightning, pulling open his throat, and muttering while pulling, "Kill one more, I have to watch them adulterers Whore."
The sound is crisp, fast and bright, like a rattle made of jade.
…
There were four corpses in a room, and four people stood beside them looking at each other.
Meng Fuyao's face was full of black lines, and he glanced around Zhan Beiye Zongyue Yalanzhu, and moaned with his head in his hands, "... Please, I'm here to lurk, not to travel. There are so many people, I'll reveal myself."
"It's good if I approve you to come." Zhan Beiye glared at her, "Your injury is not healed yet! How can I not watch?"
Zong Yue said indifferently, "I am a doctor, so I should follow my patients."
Ya Lanzhu flicked her pigtails, "I have to watch you adulterers and prostitutes."
Meng Fuyao was speechless, the expression on his face was full of mourning, Zong Yue had already closed the window, melted down the corpses of the four people, and began to make human skin masks.
Right now, none of the four of them would leave for whatever reason. Ya Lanzhu even secretly followed and killed one more, so they had to be distributed according to their stature. Tang Jian was originally a thin man. Playing, fighting for this, and finally Meng Fuyao pointed to his nose and said, "My old lady was forced to kill herself, why don't you avenge my old lady?" Zhan Beiye immediately felt distressed when he heard it, and took Ya Lanzhu aside , she had to be wronged and become a servant.
Among the remaining adjutants and servants, Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue almost fought again. Zong Yue said, "This servant has two eyebrows and narrow eyes. , very close."
Zhan Beiye replied with a sneer, "This king thinks that this young man has a wretched demeanor, with wicked eyebrows and mischievous eyes, and Mr. Zong's demeanor, which also complement each other."
In the end, Meng Fuyao was furious, jumped on the table and pointed, "Please, Lord Zhan, you can see clearly, that servant is stronger, his waist is thicker than Zong's!"
Prince Zhan had no choice but to be a servant. During the refitting process, his eyes were gloomy and he muttered to himself. Ya Lanzhu leaned closer to listen and heard him say viciously, "Slender-waisted man, don't lift it!"
So Ya Lanzhu asked Zong Yue very purely, "He said you don't lift, hey, what do you mean by not lifting?"
…
Meng Fuyao's face was full of black lines... sadly foreseeing the dark future ahead.
After finishing the refitting, the four of them stood in the middle of the room and looked at each other. Meng Fuyao's version of grain transport officer Tang Jian, Zongyue's version of adjutant, Zhan Beiye's and Ya Lanzhu's version of the servant, all in full disguise.
It is also a coincidence that the former grain depot and grain officer was appointed by the court of Wuji, and King De naturally wanted to replace him. Tang Jian, the grain transport officer, was a distant relative of one of King De's in-laws. Here, just a few days after being transferred, the people who are most familiar with him are the adjutant and two servants he brought with him. Now that the four masters and servants have all been killed and all packages have been dropped, they are not afraid of being noticed by the grain depot.
No matter how chaotic it was, the huge version of the four-person lurking finally took place, and Meng Fuyao squatted on the ground very sad, hey, I've seen a spy, but I haven't seen a spy with a doctor friend and a friend's suitor...
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"Hurry up and transport this batch of grain and grass from Huazhou, it will be there before dark." Meng Fuyao, wearing the official robe of a grain transport officer, stood on the steps with his hands crossed and yelled.
She had impersonated this grain transport officer for several days, those grain depot soldiers were not familiar with the chief officer, and they didn't show any flaws, Meng Fuyao was very handy, and just waited for King De to do something, so that he could stalk him.
The whereabouts of her own city lord of Yao City is now written on the resignation letter and handed over to King De's desk—City Master Meng has been disheartened after this catastrophe, and begs to leave. He is no longer the city lord of Yao City. Choose talents.
And the Black Wind Cavalry who fought against Beiye also disintegrated into pieces and disappeared in the vast mountains of southern border.
De Wang has been very busy recently, and he can't spare much energy to pay attention to this crowned city lord. He wants to raise troops and intercept and kill Changsun Wuji. Although it's a pity that Meng Fuyao ran away, it's beyond his reach.
Today's sun is not very good, it is cloudy and rainy, and the air pressure is very low. Meng Fuyao, who was ordered by Zong Yue to wear thicker clothes to protect his injured body, was sweating profusely after delivering a batch of military rations. He was about to rest when he heard A fast horse came galloping, and when I looked up, it was a messenger from the Suishui camp. He was on the horse, waving his whip non-stop, and shouted from afar, "Hurry up, hurry up, how much grain is there in the Wuling grain depot?" ? Load the car first, and send it up quickly! The army is about to start!"
Meng Fuyao was startled, raised his eyes and asked, "Didn't you just send a group over, didn't you hear that the army is about to march, are you going to fight against the two armies?"
The man hurriedly said, "No, it's the news that King Guang of Wanzhou conspired against him, the crown prince died in Wanzhou, His Royal Highness King De raised troops to serve the king, and has sent General Yang Mi to Wanzhou first..."
Meng Fuyao didn't hear anything about the latter words.
The surroundings suddenly became silent, so quiet that there was no sound, all the movements slowed down, and only saw the opening and closing of the opposite mouth, dripping drops of sweat, and saw the horse coming and tearing her original With a calm vision, she saw the grain trucks rolling past her consciousness... All the scenery slowly blurred, only two words continued to roar.
Die Die Die Die Die...
Meng Fuyao stood there, the key to the granary in her hand fell from her stiff palm, and it was about to fall to the ground crisply and shockingly, when suddenly someone stepped forward, raised her hand with an elbow, Just caught the key, and then said humanely, "Yes, please follow the order of the prince, come here, and then open the warehouse—"
The last few words dragged on for a long time, waking Meng Fuyao awake, Meng Fuyao raised his eyes, and met the eyes of Zong Yue.
Those eyes were clear and peaceful, with a bit of inherent light and cleanliness. Such eyes quietly covered Meng Fuyao's chaotic heart, which suddenly became quiet, like a cluster of frightening demon fire being immersed in deep water. Gained a brief relief.
Someone behind her pulled her shoulders, and another thick voice laughed, "My lord, you are tired, and you will rest later." Half-supporting her, she walked back, her steps were steady and calm, but it was Zhan Beiye.
Meng Fuyao gratefully squeezed his palm, took a breath, shook his head, turned around, and when he turned around, he had already changed his smile, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Brother, look at the weather. It’s really uncomfortable if it’s not raining, so I’ll arrange for someone to open the warehouse, by the way, didn’t the prince hear that he was fighting against Gaoluo on the Eastern Front, why... was he killed?”
"I only heard a general idea about this," the young messenger didn't know the inside story of King De's uprising, and he mourned for his beloved prince, "I heard that King Guang of Wanzhou lied about the military situation, tricked the prince into coming to Wanzhou, and then When the prince passed Huya Valley, a dangerous line of Huya Mountain in Wanzhou, he blew up the cliff with a thousand catties of explosives, and only a horse was allowed to walk alone in the Huya Valley. Once the cliff was destroyed, the prince... died."
After he lowered his eyes and finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left. Meng Fuyao watched the figure that brought the bad news gradually disappear on the horizon, and the hope in his heart gradually disappeared like that shadow that was getting smaller and smaller.
There is a place, there is a person, the route is correct, and the words are so clear and certain... At that moment, she was determined not to believe it, but now she was forced to come forward, forcing her to be afraid. Meng Fuyao slowly clenched her palms, The palms are clammy and cold, and the hands are sweaty.
No, no, no, no... Changsun Wuji is such a person, even if the whole world is killed by him, he will not die. How could he die so easily
Why not? Another voice yelled in her heart—he was driving thousands of miles, he was in a hurry, he brought very few guards, and judging from the time, he was able to reach Wanzhou at this moment, which meant that he was on the road day and night, anxious, anxious, and lacking manpower to travel day and night, He didn't have time to explore the road in advance and close the defense step by step, and the thousand catties of explosives that had been ambushed for many days on the first line of the cliff, why couldn't it be the killer weapon that killed him? No matter how strong, clever and strategizing he is, after all, he is a mortal body, not an invincible King Kong!
Standing there, Meng Fuyao let herself be twisted into twists by two thoughts, twisted into two painful halves, something was being twisted inch by inch, she couldn't pick it up with trembling hands.
Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in the sky like a snake, and then there was a bang, and a thunderbolt struck down with astonishing momentum. Between the dark blue clouds, there was a cold rain, pattering down.
The raindrops were as big as beads, forming continuous banners, which hurt people's lives, and instantly became torrential rain. Standing in the rain, Meng Fuyao didn't dodge, thinking vaguely in his heart that according to the legend, the emperor was destined to meet the celestial phenomena, and there must be abnormalities in his birth and death , now that there is thunder in February, will it, will it...
The heavy rain instantly drenched her completely, Meng Fuyao raised her head, the raindrops hit her eyes and hurt her eyes terribly, but the pain didn't seem to be called pain, in fact she felt that she was not hurt anywhere, just a little numb.
She stood up in the rain with her whole body wet, her wet black hair stuck to her forehead, and the rainwater flowed into a stream on her face.
The man in black under the eaves wanted to rush over, but was stopped by the silent man in white. The two looked at each other, and achieved a rare tacit understanding.
After a long, long time, Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his finger, pointing fiercely at the sky.
Open your mouth and yell:
"fuck your mother!"
With a loud roar, the soldiers carrying grain in the rain all jumped up, and they all turned to look at their grain transporter in astonishment, but Meng Fuyao had already turned his head, wiped the rain from his face, and grinned at the soldiers:
"Damn, the thunderous weather in February!"
The soldiers smiled in relief, and went back to their own business, Meng Fuyao put down his hands in a daze, not knowing what he was supposed to do now, when someone behind him gently held her shoulder and said, "It's raining heavily...be careful..."
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyelashes, walked obediently into the yard, entered the door, and Ya Lanzhu then dragged her to change clothes without saying a word. Meng Fuyao stood in the toilet in a daze, letting this little princess who was sloppy and unable to serve others, The dry cloth wiped her face red, and changed into dry clothes. After changing, she felt that she had nothing to do, so she sat down on the toilet.
She sat on the toilet in a daze, thinking desperately, thinking about all the possibilities and impossibilities, her mind was numb and her eyes were dazed. Ya Lanzhu stared at her for a long time, but the circles of her eyes turned red. Go out, stomp your feet to the two men waiting outside, and say, "I don't care, that kind of virtue makes people uncomfortable."
Zhan Beiye was silent, let out a long breath for a while, and cursed in a low voice.
Zong Yue said, "Congratulations, Your Excellency can take advantage of the gap this time."
"Fart!" Zhan Beiye exploded, "Can you say something human?"
Zong Yue smiled coldly, but suddenly raised his voice and said, "I think you all need to go to the rain to water it again. Is the information from King De reliable? Can you hear his news? Just a few nonsense , just crying and crying to die or live?"
Zhan Beiye heard it harshly, and scolded, "Which eye of yours saw her crying and dying?" He strode over, pulled down the curtain of the toilet, and carried out Meng Fuyao who was thinking philosophically on the toilet without any hassle. , shaking for a while, "Hey, why are you dazed, wake up, it's not that bad, Changsun Wuji is so listless, how can he die, I have cursed him for twenty-five years, he has always been alive and kicking... "
"Damn, did you know how to curse people from the womb?" Meng Fuyao pushed him away with a slap, "Get out of the way, don't disturb me."
As soon as she scolded, Zhan Beiye's eyes flashed joy, the joy was mixed with a touch of bitterness, there was a kind of contradictory pain, Zong Yue's expression remained motionless, but there was a look of relaxation in his eyes, Meng Fuyao walked directly in front of him, Said, "You have a special news network, you should have some news, what did you say there?"
Zong Yue pondered for a while, Meng Fuyao looked him straight in the eyes and said calmly, "I want to hear the truth."
"The whereabouts of Changsun Wuji have always been a mystery," Zong Yue said frankly, "I didn't have much news before this, and the news I just received was similar to this one. Huyagou did indeed collapse, a corpse was indeed found, and his royal family was found." Mark, found his horse, because the avalanche was so severe that all the flesh and blood were smashed together... So, no one really saw his body."
Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and said, "That's how it is."
She stared in the direction of Wanzhou, and said in a low voice, "I've thought about it, he won't die so easily, no! So I'll just do what I should do here, and wait."
wait.
Wait for the dust of life and death to settle, wait for the truth of fate to be revealed, and wait for the future of everyone on this road, whether it ends or continues.
Await your return.
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On February 14th, the sixteenth year of Wuji Zhengning, Wuji Prince Wuji, who was supposed to preside over the war against Gaoluo on the east coast of the coast, suddenly died in Huyagou outside Wuji Wanzhou City, which is an inner city near the southern border. The city of Lu is two hundred miles away from King De's camp in southern Xinjiang, and one hundred and seventy miles away from Yaocheng, the city at the junction of the inland and southern borders.
When the news came out, Wuzhou Continent was shocked. Guessing, doubting, watching, waiting, those whispers wandering in the borders of various countries, turned into a gale that swept across the world, and gradually gathered in the sky.
On February 15th, King De, who was stationed at the camp in southern Xinjiang, hastily negotiated a peace with the two armies, recruited soldiers there, and expanded his force to 300,000. During this period, King De made an announcement to the world, saying that the prince was killed by evil spirits. If he is a courtier, he will behead the thief who murdered his master and conspired against him.
The world praises King De Gaoyi, but some sober-minded scholars and literati wrote ridicules, saying that King De "will definitely take the supreme throne of Wuji under his hips, and if he doesn't sit on this seat, he will never return it."
However, no matter what the world thinks, King De's uprising continued vigorously. The vanguard Yang Mi quickly broke through Wanzhou and did not stay in Wanzhou.
At this time, King De's ambitions are clearly revealed, just as Meng Fuyao guessed, he is a well-known teacher, the banner of justice, so the rebellion that has always been unpopular in Wuji Kingdom is about to succeed.
It's just about to succeed.
Heading towards the capital with all his heart, King De, who was dreaming of the emperor's sweet dreams, would not know that behind him, there was a figure of a woman, watching his footsteps coldly, waiting to bite his back at any time, biting through a deadly... Hole.
On February 24th, when the vanguard Yang Mi was about to enter the capital, Zhan Beiye issued a secret order, and the black wind cavalry hidden in the mountains of southern Xinjiang dispatched early, disguised as refugees from the capital, and appeared in the sight of King De who had just entered the inland Before, the "refugees" cried out, and King De was terrified - Yang Mi burned, killed and looted the capital, seized the palace, searched for jade seals, and intended to seize the throne!
King De was so anxious that he repeatedly sent letters to Yang Mi to ask questions, but all the military orders fell to nothing—Zong Yue concentrated all his informants, intercepted and ruined the letter halfway, and De Wang, who did not hear from Yang Mi, was even more anxious and ordered the entire army day and night The soldiers were on their way incessantly. The weather was extremely bad in February. It was still snowing in the inland areas, and the roads were muddy and cold. The soldiers from southern Xinjiang were not used to the inland climate. At this time, King De hurriedly ordered the Wuling Grain Depot to step up the delivery of grain and grass. During this difficult march, if there is no guarantee of sufficient grain and grass, there will be a mutiny immediately.
Of course, the grain and grass did not arrive in time.
"Grain Transport Officer Tang Master" Shi Shiran appealed to King De, because the supply line was too long and there were too many thieves on the road, it was impossible to transport the grain. Zhengfu, who was poor and evil, ransacked the counties in southern Xinjiang wantonly, causing people to boil and complain.
February twenty-seventh.
Pingzhou Gui County.
Meng Fuyao picked his teeth, squatted on a grain pile, and shouted loudly, "King De Yizhan, come here to collect grain—"
Before he finished speaking, he was spit on, "Again! It's only been a month, and I've been charged three times, and I still can't live!"
Someone angrily smashed out the empty rice bags, and more people picked up rakes and hoes, and with anger in their eyes, they yelled at Meng Fuyao. The people who have squeezed out the last bit of rice in the rice fields can't bear it anymore. They use weapons indiscriminately, but they don't know what to do.
So "Master Tang, the panicked food transport officer" shouted, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me! This is the order of King De! There are many soldiers in the rebel army. They have a big appetite and need more food. This is also for the overall situation." consider… "
Before he finished speaking, roars erupted from the crowd.
"Why should the Rong people eat the food we have worked so hard to grow!"
"Their soldiers eat our food, we go to their homes to get food!"
"Walk!"
The crowd roared and surged, and they rushed out of the village in batches and headed towards Rongzhai.
In several other places, the "Grain Adjutant" and "Master Tang's assistant" who were in charge of collecting grain also said the same thing and did the same thing, and more people rushed out and walked in the countryside holding peasant weapons On the road, from the small road to the main road, I gathered with more people and rushed to Rongzhai in a mighty way.
Behind the crowd, Meng Fuyao, who had fled in fear just now, slowly stood still.
Her expression was cold and firm, and there was a fiery fire burning in her eyes. The fire was steel, purgatory, hatred, and determination. It was the fierceness and persistence of making up her mind to knock down the tiger and wolf in front of her and bite her to death.
The soldiers in King De's army are already decadent soldiers, and the anger of the people in the counties has been provoked. Under her instigation, the people invaded Rongzhai and robbed the food. Nakamoto, a soldier who was about to be knocked down by hunger and exhaustion, once he heard that his homeland was invaded, his wife and children were bullied, and his food was robbed, how could he still feel at ease to fight for you, King De
A small grain transport officer, after a game of war, will make your soldiers scattered like water and defeated like mountains.
Meng Fuyao remained silent, pursed her lips, and raised her head.
Her eyes fell on the distant Wanzhou direction.
For so many days, she has been waiting, every second, every minute, every moment, every hour of waiting, twelve hours a day, was broken into fragments by the anxious waiting, each piece was Ling Chi with her body and skin split, Her heart sank every moment that time passed. Those hopes were cruelly harvested by time but she could not keep them. Every night she went to sleep with hopes, praying that when she woke up the next day, she would see someone with fluttering clothes and a graceful expression. She leaned down to look at her, smiled at her and said, "Fuyao, you are disobedient." She had already figured out how to answer herself, and she would say, "You bastard, you scared me to death." Then she gave him a hard slap , maybe he wants to beat back? Then beat him up.
However, these well-thought-out plots are always useless. When she wakes up every morning, she waits quietly. If there is no movement, she will close her eyes and grope around her, touching the smooth bedding with her palms. In the past, the tentacles were cold... never felt the expected warmth.
After so many days, De Wang also started to rebel, and the pustules he wanted to squeeze out finally came out... If he was fine, he should have come back long ago, but he didn't come back.
Meng Fuyao leaned against a tree, that tree was at the end of the road, standing alone at the entrance of the village, with a round of incomplete crimson sunset hanging on it, the trunk was thin, but she was a little thinner than that trunk, pale A piece of golden broken red clouds hangs floating down.
She looked in that direction, with the collapsed rubble of Huyagou flashing in front of her eyes, messy clothes, blurred flesh and blood, and a bright yellow sleeve tightly clasped around her fingertips, which Zhan Beiye ordered people to find out later, she He clenched it so tightly, as if he wanted to squeeze out a tiny bit of hope from that sleeve.
She was so engrossed in that direction that she didn't notice the figure in black who was farther away, staring at her silently, with dew stained frost between her brows.
She was just thinking:
Wuji, I have done what I want to do for you, I have been waiting for you, waiting for news of your safety.
Why are you still not coming back