Nie Jia handed the somewhat cold hand stove to the servants standing by to add charcoal. Jun Zhangyue knelt on the ground with tears on his face, and looked up at his brother Wang as if he didn't know him.
He is still exactly the same as in his own impression, weak and gloomy, obviously one year older than him next year, but because of his frail body, he looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, no matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, he often shrinks in the pile of furs on his bum , especially in winter, he is so weak that it is almost doubtful whether he will die young in the snow.
But looking at it now, it seems that something is different.
"Brother Wang... Do you have to be so unfeeling to your younger brother?" Jun Zhangyue murmured in disappointment.
When the servant came back after adding charcoal, Nie Jia reached out and hugged the warm stove, and looked at Jun Zhangyue with cold eyes, "Then what do you want me to do?"
Jun Zhangyue wiped away his tears, knelt down and worshiped deeply, and a trembling cry came from below: "I beg Brother Wang to bury Sikong Han. It is indeed a capital crime for him to rebel against the dynasty. Now Brother Wang has killed him too. Can you kill him?" Can't you let Sikong Han go to the grave for the sake of the countless military exploits he made for you in the past?"
Thinking of seeing the bloody corpse hanging on the city wall early in the morning, Jun Zhangyue's heart ached so badly that he almost fainted on the spot. He never expected that the monarch would be so ruthless that he would not live in peace after death, just hanging on like dead meat on a chopping board...
That is the God of War of Yan Kingdom!
Jun Zhangyue pressed his forehead against the back of his hand, gritted his teeth, and trembled all over.
"If I don't agree, will I be unfeeling?" Nie Jia asked indifferently, Jun Zhangyue's heart trembled, and he heard the majestic voice of the monarch: "Raise your head!"
Jun Zhangyue slowly straightened his spine, looked up at Nie Jia full of resentment, "Brother Wang, do you know that the enemy country heard that you beheaded him and applauded the whole country? If Xiliang invades again, who do you plan to send to the front line to fight? Sikong Han Guarding the northwest for many years, Xiliang failed to set foot in Yan State for several times. The peace of Yan State today depends on him. Even if he rebelled... it was just a petition for the people. Isn’t it enough for him to rest in peace after death?” At this point, Jun Zhangyue paused, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, and said unwillingly: “Besides, Brother Wang hung him on the city wall to show the public, isn’t it just to frighten the courtiers and the people? Brother Wang knows the fate of rebellion, why did Sikong Han want to rebel..."
Speaking of this, Jun Zhangyue also seemed to realize that the words were too rebellious, so he stopped slowly, and the monarch who was walking up did not respond, he couldn't help but look up, only seeing the joking eyes of the monarch, which made people laugh. His heart skipped a beat.
"Sikong Han is a military general, and it is his duty to defend the country of Yan. Why did he become the benefactor of the whole country of Yan when he came to you? If you praise him as a god of war, he will take himself as his master and will not keep his duty and serve his own." The king, on the contrary, made the idea of the throne for the foolish people." Nie Jia sneered disdainfully, bent down and pinched Jun Changyue's jaw, and taunted: "You majestic and quiet king, you have lost all manner of crying and begging for him, Sikong Han, He kowtowed for him before he died, and he risked his life against the king after he died. And what about him, Sikong Han? If he really loves you, how could he rebel against you? Regardless of success or failure, there is no place for you, King Jing , He put you in such an unrighteous situation, but he was using you as an idiot."
Nie Jia let go and threw the stunned Jun Zhangyue to the ground.
Jun Zhangyue hadn't recovered yet, and fell to the ground with dull eyes, and then quickly recovered, his eyes were full of stubbornness.
Nie Jia sneered in his heart, he didn't expect to wake Jun Changyue up with a few words. Sikong Han has now been reborn in the Northwest Military Camp, so just a few words of advice is enough. When he and Sikong Han reunite in the future, this seed should germinate. Nie Jia was tired, so he made a faint gesture and drove back to the palace.
Only Jun Zhangyue was left kneeling on the ground and gnashing his teeth. Immediately afterwards, the old eunuch turned back and said to Jun Changyue earnestly, "Your Highness, you must never forget that the King is your only relative."
After that, he left.
Jun Zhangyue gritted her teeth with red eyes, and said fiercely, "He's not!"
On the way back to the bedroom, the old eunuch persuaded: "His Royal Highness Jing Wang has been spoiled by you since he was a child, and he hasn't recovered from this energy yet, so don't take it to heart, Your Majesty."
Nie Jia fell asleep with her forehead closed and her eyes closed. She said nothing, as if she didn't hear.
Suddenly the little eunuch who was carrying the step in front slipped and fell down. Fortunately, the accompanying guards quickly lifted the step, otherwise Nie Jia would have been thrown out in such a flash at night.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare me!" The little eunuch fell so badly that his knees were bleeding and he didn't care about it. He was so frightened that he was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed for forgiveness.
Nie Jia was shaken for a while before opening her eyes.
Yesterday the snow was extremely heavy and there was heavy snow everywhere, the palace was depressed and there were few masters, and Jun Changsheng didn’t like to move around, so the winter palace people were afraid of the cold, so only Chiyang Palace and Chiyun Palace swept the snow, The little eunuch accidentally fell while walking on the snow-covered road.
The palace guards present all secretly felt sorry for the little eunuch, fearing that his life might not be saved.
But I never thought that the little monarch was not angry, but closed his eyes tiredly again, waved his hand gently and said: "Go down and rest."
The little eunuch was stunned for a moment, until the monarch walked away, he knelt down and kowtowed twice with tears in his eyes.
Returning to the empty and lonely bedroom, Nie Jia began to be half-dead again and couldn't work hard. She didn't care about the piles of memorials, and her mind was full of uneasy guesses about whether Shi Chen came to this world. He locked himself in the bedroom for an afternoon, and at night he handed a strange blueprint to the old eunuch and ordered him to smelt it, and then took a bunch of steel parts and jingled them for half the night.
The world is too chaotic, and a small country like Yan may perish one day. Nie Jia has always been worried about Shi Chen, and always wanted to make some self-defense weapons for him before he found him. After all, the level of the world is here. Nie Jiakong has the design drawings of various weapons in his head, but he doesn't have the conditions to create them in this world, so he can only play with some cold weapons.
Let's say that once Sikong Han died, the courtiers and the people were afraid of the cruelty of the monarch, but Nie Jia's hanging Sikong Han's body on the city wall undoubtedly angered the courtiers, especially Sikong Han's old subordinates, who were instigated by Jun Zhangyue. The Chachaotang handed over the playbook, imploring the king to bury Sikong Han.
The court was so unanimous that it was almost slapping the monarch in the face.
Nie Jia was already in an extremely irritable mood, and he was irritated when he was slapped with words in the court hall.
He threw all the memorials pleading for Sikong Han's life in front of the courtiers, and said angrily: "If anyone dares to plead for Sikong's traitor, let's go hang with him together!"
After saying that, he retreated. After the death of Sikong Han, the courtiers dared to so unanimously beg the king to issue an order to bury the god of war. Apart from Jun Changyue's lobbying behind the scenes, what's more important is that the memorandum handed up on the first day did not anger the little king. Seeing that the king was not angry , more people made requests, thinking that the little monarch was looking for a step down for himself. Unexpectedly, he became angry that day.
For a while, the courtiers were silent, after all, the courtiers knew the temperament of the little monarch best.
But under such circumstances, the next day's memorandum also included a petition for Sikong Han.
Nie Jia took out the playbook, looked down from the throne with a blank face, flicked two fingers, threw the playbook in front of a general, and said indifferently: "This king said yesterday that he is pleading for Sikong's traitor. What else do you have to say about the treatment of his henchmen?"
That military general was Sikong Han's old friend, and also a vanguard general with a shoulder of glory. After Sikong Han's rebirth, he often secretly helped him, helping him dispatch troops to kill Xuanjia one by one. He stepped forward neither humble nor overbearing, bowed vigorously, looked directly into the eyes of the little monarch and said: "Report to Your Majesty, although General Sikong committed a capital crime, he is the people's reliance in the hearts. The burial is not only for the face of the king, but also for the peace of mind of the people."
Very good rhetoric, Nie Jia sneered slowly, with a layer of murderous intent floating in his eyes, "For the sake of the people's peace of mind, we must bury the traitor who intends to rebel. In the future, should we also want the people's peace of mind? Your throne will also be handed over to others?"
The general frowned, choked and speechless, if this was in the barracks, he would have taught others a lesson!
"Is there someone to second the proposal?" Nie Jia asked lazily, looking down, the courtiers all bowed their heads and dared not make a sound.
Nie Jia swiped two fingers, and a black shadow immediately flew down from the profound beam of the Nine Dragon Hall. In an instant, the courtiers only heard the sound of a steel knife being unsheathed, followed by the sound of unsheathing, the general's head rolled down, a fountain of blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground. No one could clearly see what the black shadow was. No matter who he is, he hides back in Xuanliang again.
Several elderly civil servants were so frightened that they didn't bring it up, their eyes widened and they passed out on the spot.
"Hang up next to the traitor Sikong." Nie Jia watched calmly as the guards carried the corpse of the vanguard general out.
At this time, no one dared to be disobedient, the courtiers knelt down, the blood of the vanguard general was also sprayed all over the floor, and Sikong Han's assistant died just like that after his rebirth. Nie Jia smiled playfully, "Retire."
The vanguard general's body was soon hung beside Sikong Han, and the two bloody corpses were hung on the city wall, causing panic in Zhuolu city.
When Jun Zhangyue heard that Brother Wang had killed the Vanguard General, he was so angry that he fell to his desk and cried for half an afternoon.
It was not the first time that the tyrant killed people casually, but it was the first time that he killed two heroic defenders in a row. His brutal behavior can be said to have chilled the hearts of the entire Yan Kingdom. The death of Sikong Han and the Vanguard General made the courtiers and common people suddenly feel that the Yan Kingdom is hopeless, the general situation is over, and the Yan Kingdom is doomed to perish.
It would be great if there is no such tyrant. If His Royal Highness King Jing, who is a servant of the world and has a heart for the people, can ascend to the throne, then the Yan Kingdom will come out ahead.
The common people thought so, so why not the courtiers. Especially Sikong Han's henchmen, after the vanguard general was killed, they were completely enraged. They found out that there was only one hidden guard scattered around the tyrant secretly for some reason, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to assassinate the tyrant!
It was night, not long after Nie Jia fell asleep, he heard the sound of messy footsteps on the eaves. He frowned and opened his eyes, and said slowly, "It's finally here."
The henchmen of the God of War must not be mediocre. They killed the palace guards without disturbing the Chiyun Palace. There was only one Xuanjia guarding outside the palace. At this time, apart from the sound of footsteps, the buzzing of swords colliding could be vaguely heard. It must have been Fighting with Xuan Jia started.
Nie Jia never worried about Xuanjia's safety, that kind of master, it's not his turn to worry.
Just as he was thinking, with a bang, a black shadow broke through the window and struck the king's head on the bed with a weapon in his hand.
Nie Jia's eyes turned cold, and he lifted the brocade quilt and sat up, sprinting and raising his hand, as if he was going to fight with fists. The assassin secretly praised that he was about to succeed, but felt his brows go cold, and fell to the ground instantly to die.
Xuanjia was dripping blood all over his body, and rushed into the hall panting, only to find that the assassin was dead, there was a small blood spot between the eyebrows of the corpse lying on the ground, and the little monarch raised his head, with a ring of cold steel around his wrist. The machine is closed, revealing four small arrows.
"I don't have a good escort, I deserve death!" Xuan Jia hurriedly knelt down on one knee and confessed.