"Zixiao is too reckless, how can Nie Ying be sensible? If he really doesn't come back, what will he do?"
The old man Sun Wen was very worried about this. The current situation is very bad. Wei Ci ran over to seek death.
He also understands the reasoning of Wei Ci's analysis, but how can people worry so much when they are emotionally excited
Not to mention anything else, if one or two generals who are disobedient to discipline and have a burst of temperament are going to be rough, will Wei Ci still be able to retreat
"He will never return, and more than 200,000 living people will be buried with him. Zixiao is not a loss." Qi Guanrang took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "Through the ages, how many emperors have sacrificed their lives for burial? Now, Zixiao is a loach, so it's not easy to catch."
Sun Wen was choked, but he didn't expect that Qi Guanrang, who was always single and didn't like to socialize, would also tell bad jokes.
"Nie Liang's death has something to do with the lord. I'm going to offer my condolences. I'm afraid it will be seen as a provocation."
Although the old man Sun Wen hated Nie, but thinking about Nie Liang's death, he felt a pity.
Qi Guan made a cold smile, "It's just human nature."
Is Wei Ci really going to offer condolences with sincerity
Stop laughing at people, he mainly wanted to confirm whether people were really dead, and he also had the intention of showing off his strength and suppressing the Nie Clan.
Normal people would not believe that the weasel gave the chicken a hundred years of kindness from the heart.
While the two were chatting, Wei Ci and his party arrived at the two li outside Nie's camp, but were stopped halfway.
"Who are you!"
The scout Nie Jun looked at Wei Ci and the others with a very hostile expression, and he was vaguely surrounded.
Wei Ci rode on the horse with a smile and made a bow, "I am here to express my condolences to Duke Guangshan, as ordered by my lord."
When a few Nie Jun scouts heard this, their cheeks turned ashen, and they wanted to draw their swords to kill.
Wei Ci smiled lightly, as if he didn't see Bai Huahua's blade.
"When the two armies are fighting, they won't kill them. Today, I have been ordered to come to express my condolences on behalf of my lord. It's not because of confrontation in front of the battle. If there is a disagreement, we will use the knife and the gun. Is it your intention, or someone else's? Light? Since Duke Shan is newly mourned, you ignore military discipline?"
Wei Ci calmed down, but instead calmed a few Nie soldiers.
They looked at each other, finally backing down and sending someone to spread the word.
When the grumpy generals in Nie Ying heard this, they immediately exploded in anger.
"What does Liu Xi mean? He has angered the First Sovereign again and again, and now he has sent a valiant slave soldier to make a fuss?"
The general's scolding was really rude, and a few scribes frowned upon hearing it.
The first price is only a penny. Whether it is a slave or a soldier, both of them are inferior people in society. Even if they were angry in their hearts, Jiang Pengji had the guts to send someone over, and the status of the messenger must not be low. To call someone "a slave soldier with a high price" is really hurtful.
Another person gritted his teeth and said, "Pretending to be a ghost on the front foot will make the First Lord die of illness, and then send someone to express condolences on the back foot. It's clearly deceiving me and no one in the Nie Clan. Let me get out of here! If you dare to step into the First Lord's mourning hall, you will definitely call him. Come in on your knees, and roll out as a human!"
There are also generals who are even more grumpy, and want to go out with weapons weighing thirty or forty kilograms.
"You gentlemen, wait a moment, I will break the head of the person and put it in front of the ancestor spirit."
Hearing them talk more and more, the more angry they became, Wei Xian, who was dressed in plain clothes, scolded indifferently, "Enough is enough, isn't it messy enough?"
Everyone's faces were unhappy. They were all strong men, and the enemies were stomping their noses on their faces. How could they bear it
Wei Xun said, "Do a good job in the funeral of the First Sovereign, and stabilize the morale of the army so that Liu Xi will not take the opportunity to attack. If you do these things well, the First Sovereign can leave with peace of mind. If you move the messenger, Liu Xi will not care whether the First Sovereign has passed the first seven or not. Everyone. Do you want to watch the first lord's bones get new scars before they get cold?"
The words were so eloquent that some of the provocateurs did not dare to jump again, but some people were not convinced.
"Liu Xi dares to send troops, and the last general dares to fight. The First Sovereign was wronged in his death, is it possible that he will be insulted by them after his death?" The military advisor still protects the thieves?"
"This is not greed for life and fear of death, the overall situation is the most important." Wei Xian hadn't slept well for two or three days, his expression was extremely pale, he still insisted, "You can be a hero for a while, if you really want to make the funeral of the first master impossible. Now, so that you can lead your troops to fight with Liu Xi to turn the world upside down?"
The general said sadly, "Is it possible that they should come to show off their might in front of the First Sovereign Spirit?"
Wei Xian said, "Not necessarily. If people come, they should put incense and incense, and they should mourn and mourn, and pretend to be a filial son and a worthy grandson."
When the general heard this, he felt a little more at ease.
Wei Xun asked the messenger again, "Who is the messenger sent by Liu Xi?"
The other party replied, "This person's surname is Wei, his name is Ci, and he calls himself a counselor under Liu Xi's tent."
In an instant, everyone found that Wei Xian's face was distorted, and it was an indescribable expression.
"Wei Ci? Isn't this Zishun's brother?"
As Nie Liang's right-hand man and close friend, Wei Xing's family relationship has been cleaned up. Many people who have a good or bad relationship with him know that Wei Xing has a third brother who is squatting by Liu Xi's side as a counselor. Unexpectedly, the person who came to offer condolences this time would be Wei Ci.
This time, someone laughed.
"It seems that Liu Xi also has a good idea."
Another person echoed, "That's right, if you don't know what to do, why would you send Wei Ci over, or think about your brother's protection."
Wei Xin said indifferently, "If Wei Ci is disrespectful in the presence of the First Sovereign Spirit, he will definitely kill it himself."
As soon as these words came out, some thoughtful people did not dare to talk too much.
Before the death of the First Lord Nie Liang, the Young Lord Nie Qing was entrusted to Wei Xin, and Wei Xin was the Young Lord's father-in-law.
Fan Chen said to Wei Xin privately, "It's embarrassing for you, your younger brother is also ignorant."
Wei Wei said, "Zixiao is a sensible child since he was a child, and no one has bothered. He dares to come, and most of the time he has the confidence to get out."
Fan Chen was choked for a moment, "Who gave him confidence when his sword was drawn?"
Wei Yu said in a muffled voice, "His brother."
Because she knew her brother's personality and knew that Wei Xin would be concerned about the overall situation, Wei Ci was sure that Wei Xin would not dare to let him have an accident in front of Nie Liangling.
Fan Chen cast a sympathetic look at Wei Xian.
With such a bad younger brother, Wei Xian is also pitiful enough.
Although there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the tent, when Wei Ci came over, the atmosphere was still good, at least the expected scene where someone drew a sword and rushed up to cut him didn't happen. Seeing the sword hanging from Wei Ci's waist, everyone's whole face suddenly pulled down, this kid is in need of a poke, right!
As if he had the ability to read minds, Wei Ci stopped in front of the tent and came in after removing the sword.
Wei Ci first bowed to Nie Qing, then bowed his head to greet everyone, brought the sacrifices and placed them in front of the spirit, and knelt before the spirit to offer wine and worship.
"Ci came in a hurry, and I haven't prepared the sacrificial text yet, so I have to write one in a hurry, I hope you will forgive me."
Nie Qing said with a cold face, "It's good to have this intention."