At the end of spring, when the grass began to grow in Dachu and the warblers were flying, Di Jie was still blowing in the cold wind, and only then began to melt the snow, which was the coldest time.
Under the service of his attendants, Rong Hua put on the unique black dress of the Regent, coughing in a low voice while wearing it.
After this winter, his condition worsened. The doctor told him that it would be of great benefit to his health if he could go to the south to recuperate.
South, he also wants to go.
This is the last day, he thought with his eyes closed.
Cui Jie came from outside and said respectfully, "Your Highness, the patriarchs of all clans have arrived."
Rong Hua nodded, picked up the pill from the porcelain plate next to the attendant, and ate it.
After taking the pill, his complexion became much ruddy, and Cui Jie couldn't help frowning and said, "Your Highness, this medicine for tigers and wolves can no longer be used!"
"It's okay." Rong Hua said calmly, "Anyway, I won't live long."
It's just going to last day after day, and it's better to fight hard than linger on.
After he regained his energy, he asked someone to wear a hair crown, and then walked towards the vestibule.
For the first time, the youngest regent of Di Jie summoned the leaders of all ethnic groups in the court and held a grand palace banquet. All the leaders knew exactly what he meant. The Prince Regent had planned to go south for many years, and had been moving around for more than a year. However, the leaders of several big clans insisted on not going south, thinking that the time had not yet come. They would rather annex other small clans internally than fight. The other small clans didn't say it in their hearts, but they actually understood that these big clans didn't want to lose their strength, but they were bought by the southern nobles. They had money and food in their hands, so why did they go to the south
This time, Ronghua summoned everyone into the palace. Everyone knew that it was a grand banquet. He originally planned not to come, but the regent was very relaxed and went to find the leaders one by one. During this year, Traveled to almost all of Di Jie's tribes, leaving behind an excellent reputation. The clansmen loved him very much, and the leaders had no choice but to come because he put down his face like this.
Anyway... the regent doesn't look like a promising person.
The son born to a southern woman just likes some intrigues, so what can he do
Those leaders who grew up licking blood with the tip of their knives thought so, so they each brought their people into the palace. The number of people they brought was almost the same as the number of guards in the palace, but Rong Hua didn't mind it. peace of mind.
When Ronghua entered the main hall, the leaders were drinking. After he walked in, everyone glanced at him. Some leaders stood up and put their hands on their chests to salute, but the leaders of several big clans did not move, just looking at themselves. Make wine by yourself. Rong Hua greeted those leaders who stood up with a smile, and after talking to them gently, he walked up to those big clan leaders and said gently: "It's really early, everyone."
Those people didn't speak, and everyone around them secretly watched the situation here, Rong Hua smiled, as if a little frustrated, he left helplessly and took the first seat.
With such a beginning, some chiefs who were still on the sidelines couldn't help getting bolder and began to be rude. Ronghua's face was full of helplessness, as if he wanted to say something but dared not say it, and brought up a southern woman. The image of the weak regent has completely portrayed everyone.
After the banquet started, everyone became more and more excited under his indulgence. The dancers were pulled off the stage on the spot, and the scene was in chaos. Rong Hua held a wine glass and watched from above, smiling and saying nothing.
When Cui Jie came back from the outside, without anyone noticing, he knelt behind Rong Hua and whispered, "Your Highness, get ready."
Rong Hua nodded, and Cui Jie backed away.
The door of the main hall closed quietly, and the leader who had been paying attention to the surroundings immediately said, "Your Highness, what do you mean?!"
Rong Hua collapsed on the golden seat, found a comfortable position for himself, propped his chin and said, "Isn't this king doing something right to make everyone happy?"
"Under any circumstances, we can enjoy ourselves," said Batu, the leader of the Yan tribe who is the closest to Ronghua and also the highest in status: "Your Highness, please open the door."
"It's fine to open the door, but before that, I think it's better for us to settle an important matter first."
Rong Hua had a gentle smile on his face, as if he was still in his usual fawning manner, and said: "Batu, when do you think it is more appropriate to send troops to Dachu?"
"I think," Batu squinted his eyes, and said coldly, "It's more appropriate not to send troops."
"oh?"
Rong Hua tilted his head to look at him: "Why?"
"Now we eat and drink well, what kind of war are we fighting?" Batu glanced at the people below, and many leaders echoed, Ronghua smiled: "Since we don't fight, then two months ago you wiped out the next door." What is the purpose of robbing their territory with the Khans?"
"He bullied my tribe, it's just a normal revenge between the tribes." Batu didn't feel guilty at all, and immediately responded with others, accusing Ronghua of being raised by southern women and not understanding the rules among their tribes.
Rong Hua's eyes were cold, and the person on his face smiled and said to Yan Yan, and looked around the crowd and said: "So, everyone thinks that we shouldn't send troops, right?"
No one spoke, Batu said: "Yes."
Immediately, more than a dozen people followed and echoed, but none of the others spoke, as if they were waiting for something.
Rong Hua stood up, looked at Batu with a smile, and said gently: "If this king insists on sending troops?"
"If His Highness insists on sending troops," Batu said with a sneer, "then let's go, but no one from the Yi clan can..."
Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light flashed, and before everyone could react, they saw Batu's head fall to the ground, and Ronghua was holding a dagger in his hand, dripping with blood. The audience was shocked, but Rong Hua still had a smile on his face, turned his head to look at everyone present, and said gently but clearly, "If this king insists on sending troops?!"
No one spoke. The weak-looking man in front of him held a blood-stained sword, as if he came from hell, and he carried an aura that no one else dared to refute.
The head of the most powerful tribal leader was at his feet. He stepped on the blood and repeated again: "I want to send troops to attack the south, what do you want?!"
"Rong Hua!" The tribal leader who had been challenging Rong Hua suddenly reacted and shouted: "Are you trying to kill us?!"
"Yes," Rong Hua sneered, "Do you think this king dare not?"
"How dare you! Do you know how many soldiers we have brought?! Rong Hua, if you dare to touch a single hair of our hair today, try it?!"
Hearing this, Rong Hua laughed out loud, the guards next to him drew out their swords, and the guards brought by the leaders also drew out their swords. During the confrontation between the two sides, Rong Hua kicked his head out and said coldly: "I dare not kill you? What are you!"
"Ertu, let me tell you," Rong Hua pointed his sword at him, and said coldly, "I, Rong Hua, want to unify the north and the south, and accomplish a thousand-year hegemony. I never take a bug like you to heart. I, Ronghua, flow the most noble blood of the Rong family, just because you want to stop me?!"
"I gave you a chance..." He said coldly: "But since you don't want it, then I will show you how brave and good my Dijie's son is, and how much my Dijie's people are eager for blood and the South. !"
While Rong Hua was speaking, a roar of "kill" came from outside.
The faces of all the leaders changed drastically, and after a while, the leader immediately knelt down again and said respectfully, "My lord, we are willing to send troops!"
Rong Hua's face remained motionless, he looked at the leaders whose faces were cloudy and uncertain, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "It's late."
He traveled all over the tribes this year, he didn't go in vain, Xie Zichen is good at using people's weaknesses to sow discord, how could he not notice it? Xie Zichen was sure that these great nobles did not want to use force, and Rong Hua was also sure that some people wanted to bring down the leaders of these great nobles. So I contacted those people from various clans who were determined to overthrow the leader, looking for the heir to the position of leader, and giving them support in private.
This time he recruited these leaders. Most of the soldiers brought by these leaders were sent by his subordinates. How could he protect these leaders with all his heart
And he also knows too well that for those who wait and see, showing their strength is the most important thing. It can make them fear, make them worship, make them obey, and make them confident that they can win. This is the key to their sending troops.
So he had to kill Batu with his own hands, kill all those who disrespected him, and let the soldiers he had trained use the blood of these great nobles to cut their blades, so that those who watched could see how sharp his hands were. knife.
Standing on the high platform, Rong Hua watched the chaos below, the soldiers on both sides were fighting together, his body couldn't hold it anymore, but his face remained calm, holding the dagger hidden in his sleeve, as if It is a stubborn stone that stands there and will not fall, for people to look up to and make people feel at ease.
The sounds of slashing and killing outside were mixed with those in the main hall. The person who spoke just now, Rong Hua, did not let go, while the leaders who did not speak were separated on the other side. Ang's people are trapped in the middle like trapped animals, driven step by step to despair.
The blood on the ground in the hall and the screams of the losers are in stark contrast to Rong Hua's indifferent face, deeply penetrating into the hearts of everyone who survived. Half an hour later, the hall finally quieted down. Not long after, the door of the hall finally opened, and a stern-faced soldier came in with a knife. Behind him was a corpse and blood all over the ground. The corpse was being dragged away by someone. Blood splashed and passed, leaving bloody marks wherever it passed.
Rong Hua watched the handsome young man walk in front of him, knelt down on one knee, put the sword across his forehead with his backhand, and said coldly: "I have lived up to my mission, I have already captured all the traitors, what should I do with your Highness?" ?”
"Kill." Rong Hua slowly smiled, his smile was gentle and elegant, but his words were like the north wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter, chilling people's hearts: "I have never had any patience with disobedient subjects."
"Killed and buried alive, no one will be left behind."
"Yes." The general bowed his head and saluted, "Sinan understands."
After speaking, the general got up, stood in front of Rong Hua, and looked around.
"His Royal Highness the Regent wants to go south to take the land of Great Chu, are you willing to serve the country?!"
Si Nan's voice was clear and resonant. This time, no one dared to object. Everyone hurried from their hiding places to the center of the hall, fearing that it would be too late, so they made the person above him angry.
In an instant, all the surviving leaders knelt down in the center of the hall, and respectfully said: "I am willing to go south with Your Highness, and never die or return!"
"I am willing to go south with His Highness, and never die or return!"
"I would like to go south with His Highness, not to die, not to return!"
Wave after wave of sound came, Rong Hua smiled and looked into the distance.
His life is so short, so he has to try his best to use up every inch of time, which is more gorgeous than summer flowers.
Others laughed at him as the son of a servant, at his weak southern blood, at him as a short-lived ghost and a sick child.
But it doesn't matter.
He will complete the feats that his father, grandfather, and even the Rong family could not accomplish for generations, and create a foundation for thousands of years.
He will unify the north and the south, open canals and trade roads, so that the children of the north can enjoy the fertile land and warm spring.
He will be famous through the ages, and people will miss him forever.
Although he is only a few dozen years old, he will be immortalized in the eulogies of generations and in the history.
In this way, even if life is short, death will be without regret.