The confidant of the Northern Xinjiang Right Prime Minister
Jiang Pengji changed her mind and said, "I sneaked down the city wall in the middle of the night... It seems that this right-hand minister is quite sensible."
"Those who know current affairs are Junjie." Wei Ci said.
"Whether it's Junjie or not, that's up to me to decide." Jiang Pengji's eyes flashed with coldness, she smiled, "I'll go see this person."
Jiang Pengji sat at the top, and the candle in the tent was lit, barely illuminating most of the space.
There was a person kneeling below, almost pressing his upper body to the ground, Jiang Pengji pouted as he looked trembling.
"I don't want to know your name, you just need to say what you came here for." Jiang Pengji pulled the desk to the side, leaned half of her body, and looked lazy and sleepy, "It's not too early today. If you go to bed too late, it is not good for your health.”
The man choked, his expression slightly contorted.
He said, "I am the confidant of the Right Prime Minister Suhasa, and I surrender to you today on the order of the Right Prime Minister Suhasa."
"Defection?" Jiang Pengji sneered, she said, "Although I don't know who Suhasa is, since he bears the title of the right minister, he must be one of the most powerful people in northern Xinjiang. I have a question, your right minister eats After so many years of salary from the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court, and now Northern Xinjiang is facing a great disaster, the right minister will betray if he says betrayal, and surrender if he says surrender—this—it’s inevitable that there are some doubts—”
The man said, "The Prime Minister of the Right said that there is a widely circulated saying in the Central Plains - good birds choose wood for habitation, and worthy ministers choose their masters for their affairs - the tyranny of the Northern Xinjiang King's tyranny and harshness made the common people miserable. The Right Prime Minister can't bear to help Zhou to abuse—"
Jiang Pengji smiled and praised, "Your rightist has a lot of research on Han culture, and you said it well."
The man had a happy expression on his face, and quickly said, "Liuzhou Mu Guo praised it."
Jiang Pengji changed her posture, trying to make herself more comfortable.
"It's not impossible to surrender. But how do I know that your right minister is sincere?" Jiang Pengji sneered and said mercilessly, "Not long ago, Beijiang ordered a tribe to pretend to surrender, if it wasn't for an account The advisors have bright eyes and see through the conspiracy of the northern Xinjiang. Maybe the person who returns from the defeat will become me. If you want to surrender, you have to show some sincerity."
If there is no sincerity, can it still be regarded as "defection"
The man was overjoyed, and quickly took out a tightly wrapped parchment from the placket.
"This is the topographic map of the interior of the royal city, and it is now dedicated to Liuzhou Mu." The man showed joy, and he said, "The Minister of the Right is fully prepared, as long as you accept the surrender, the Minister of the Right will cooperate with you inside and out, and take the opportunity to open it. The gate of the royal city, welcome the army to enter the city."
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and said to the man, "Really?"
"Exactly!"
At the same time, the Right Prime Minister is anxiously waiting for news at home, like ants on a hot pan.
The confidant went out for two hours, why hasn't the news come back yet
"Prime Minister, who are you waiting for?"
There were footsteps from outside the tent, the dense torches were lit, and the familiar voice hit the eardrums.
The Right Prime Minister Suhasa froze in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look. The person who came was actually the third prince with a haggard expression, and there were many people behind him.
Recalling the question asked by the third prince, he was horrified and said quickly, "Your Highness, the old minister is not waiting for anyone."
The third prince sat on the head with a big horse, a smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth, and he stared at the right minister as if he was looking at a dead man.
"Is there no one waiting?" The third prince pointed to the tunnel, "Gu was just patrolling the streets and caught a confidant who claimed to be the right minister. This man also had a topographic map of the king's city hidden on his body. Loyal and loyal, how could he have committed to the enemy and betrayed him? Gutai was so angry that he was tortured severely. The man was not up to his expectations and died. In order not to damage the reputation of the rightist, Gute brought people over to ask him. One question. If that person framed it, Gu Ye could justify the name of the Right Prime Minister, lest someone use this to attack the Right Prime Minister—"
After the third prince said something, the chubby body of the right minister couldn't help trembling slightly, and there was sticky sweat all over his front and back.
He decisively said, "The minions are born from the northern Xinjiang, and die as the ghosts of the northern Xinjiang. They are loyal and can be seen in the sky. Any confidant with a topographic map of the king's city must be someone who is jealous of the minion and deliberately framed it. The third highness is wise and wise, naturally Will not be deceived by villains."
The corner of the third prince's lips curled slightly, and he said, "The right minister is also an old man of the two dynasties. You are the right-hand man of the father and the king, so you can be trusted."
The right side nodded in succession, fully explaining what "slave-faced maid's knee" was, which made the third prince sneer in his heart.
This old man—
The third prince was sure in his heart and continued, "Although the right minister has been slandered, the right minister is not completely innocent. In the future, he must restrain his servants, and don't let people take advantage of the loopholes. Gu has already killed that confidant, and he will send another person to lead him. Go to see the willow thief with this topographic map."
The Right Prime Minister's eyes widened in astonishment, as if he didn't understand what the third prince said.
"See you in the picture—" the third prince said in a voice that only two of them could hear, "Success or failure, only today depends."
As long as Jiang Pengji is dead - no, even if it is only seriously injured, Beijiang can take the opportunity to relax.
The Right Prime Minister's mouth was sober, and he was so scared that he was sweating coldly, looking at the third prince with awe and fear.
The third prince left the Right Prime Minister's mansion, but his face did not relax, but was so dignified that water dripped.
The sixth prince is the acting king, but he is a waste, and he has no ability to suppress the ministers at all.
The people of the court and the opposition are fluctuating, and many people have the idea of surrendering, and they will move in a day or two.
The third prince simply led people to stand by and wait for the rabbit, and sure enough, he caught a lot.
"Master - is Beijiang really exhausted?" The third prince was filled with unwillingness, "Students don't believe-"
Because he was not reconciled, he used Li Daitao's plan to send his confidant to pretend to be a confidant of the Right Phase, and took the opportunity to assassinate Liu Xi.
If it succeeds, once the Liu Thief dies, the enemy will inevitably be defeated, and there is still room for a counter-offensive in the northern border.
If it doesn't work - hehe, the willow thief eats a cut and grows his wisdom, see if she dares to accept the nobles who surrendered in the northern Xinjiang
Maybe the messenger was beheaded just after the messenger expressed his intention.
hehe-
These noble officials have enjoyed the benefits given by the royal family. Now that disaster is imminent, do they want to fly solo
Think beautiful-
If the northern border is exhausted, the imperial court is doomed, and these people will be buried with the imperial family!
Crazy thoughts engulfed his brain, the third prince looked calm on the face, but he was crazy inside.
Outside the royal city, Jiang Pengji camped.
"If you offer something up, if it's true, you will definitely reward your right minister—"
Jiang Pengji pointed at the table in front of him, the man bowed his body and held the topographic map of the king city in both hands.
The man was less than five steps away from Jiang Pengji, and she asked suddenly, "By the way, your right minister is so knowledgeable, so he has heard a word from the Han family..."
"What word?"
"Picture! Poor! Dagger! See you!"