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Chapter 76 Veteran, you should die one day earlier than the king! (510) Ask for a monthly pass!
"The rebels hit Xiqi!?"

"Nangongshi, you must catch up!"

"The 24 concubines and 97 sons of this Marquis are all in the city of Xiqi!"

Ji Chang sighed.

"commit a sin."

He is a majestic Xibohou, and he cherishes his reputation the most on weekdays. He has worked hard for more than 80 years to create the reputation of a Western sage.

Now that you are a prisoner, is it wrong to want to keep a low profile?

Bi Qimu also!

As soon as he entered the city, his identity was exposed.

Ji Chang sighed, covered his face with his sleeves, and hid himself.

After Wu Chong knelt down to listen to the oral instruction, he got up and took out an ingot of gold from his sleeve, handed it over quietly, and asked:
"This poor brother, dare to ask who is the last name?"

"I don't know the way to the palace, please help my brother."

The little flag officer gave Wu Chong a faint look, and said:
"My next official, Zhao Yichuan."

"If you have something to say, don't dirty my eyes with money."

Wu Chong hurriedly withdrew the gold in shame, and was lamenting the cleanliness of Chaoge officials, but he heard Zhao Yichuan say again:
"Did you bring Chongzhou specialties?"

Wu Chong: ...

Ji Chang: ...

……

Nine halls.

It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

Just because a quarter of an hour ago, the flag official came to report that General Chongzhou had escorted Xibo Hou Jichang into the city.

They are all familiar with this famous Western sage.

the reason is simple.

Ji Chang has been in charge of Xiqi for decades, and has come to see Emperor Xin almost every year.

Every time he came to Chaoge, San Yisheng, the senior doctor of Xiqi, would bring Xiqi's special products and take care of Chaoge's officials.

In Xiqi, there are many businessmen in Chaoge.

Whenever there is a disaster in the family of Chaoge officials, they will generously solve the problem, saying that the lord has orders.

As the so-called four cloths of benevolence and morality, faith and righteousness have always been written, and they have a high reputation as a virtuous marquis.

just now.

The virtuous Marquis of the West became a prisoner and was sent to Chaoge.

Although the civil and military officials knew that Ji Chang's charges were true, they still felt something was wrong in their hearts.

At the age of eighty, he led a hundred thousand troops around Beihai, and when he turned around, his hometown was gone.

How miserable is this criminal?

"Xibo Hou Jichang brought it!"

soon.

Wu Chong escorted Ji Chang into the palace, all civil and military officials immediately forgot about the prisoner, and all their eyes turned to this burly old man!

"Is there a giant in Beihai? Old man...why haven't I heard of it?"

"This physique, this muscle, is wasted not being a guard."

"Father, why do I feel a familiar aura from him?"

……

Seeing that no one was watching him, Ji Chang sighed, knelt on the ground, and said:
"Criminal Minister Ji Chang, I have met the King."

cough cough.

When Ji Chang opened his mouth, the civil and military officials withdrew their gazes and stood upright with serious expressions.

Wu Chong knelt on Ji Chang's side awkwardly.

He only felt that the royal court in this world was full of oppression, especially those two tall generals who almost wanted to eat him.

Zishou quietly looked at the eighty-year-old King Wen of Zhou, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up, and he said with a smile:

"Xian Hou, how long has it been since you and Gu?"

Ji Chang didn't dare to look up, and said:

"One year and three months."

Zishou laughed and said:

"This year and three months, how is Xianhou's life, is he always thinking about Gu?"

Ji Chang's right eye twitched, unable to guess the meaning of Zishou's words.

He said cautiously:

"Your Majesty Shengming."

"Since the last time Chang had an audience, he has been thinking about the holy face of the king all the time."

Zishou pointed at Ji Chang and laughed.

The civil and military officials were at a loss when they heard this, thinking that the emperor was a sage and minister, so they all nodded in praise.

Only Wen Tian lowered his head and dared not speak, and finally couldn't help but whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

"Idiot, you don't even know that disaster is imminent."

"Ok?"

As soon as Wen Tian finished speaking, Wen Zhong's murderous eyes looked over.

Wen Tian was so frightened that his legs trembled, he clasped his fists and bowed his head, not daring to speak.

Zishou laughed for a long while, then suppressed his smile, knocked on the dragon case, and said:

"Ji Chang, I asked you to lead troops to Beihai to suppress the rebellion, do you have any complaints?"

Ji Chang trembled and said, "Chang dare not."

Zishou said lightly: "I dare not, or I haven't."

Ji Chang has seen Wang Jia dozens of times since Emperor Yi gave birth to Emperor Xin 26 years ago, and he has never felt the majesty of the king so deeply as he does now.

This kind of majesty is to him, just like a white bird is subdued by a phoenix, and a hundred beasts are subdued by a unicorn!

He didn't even have the slightest thought of resistance.

Ji Chang sighed inwardly.

Di Xin's courage has reached the peak of a king.

Ji Chang said tremblingly: "I am a minister of a great merchant, and it is my job to fight rebellion for the people, and I have no complaints."

Zishou smiled lightly.

"Very good, high awareness."

"So, didn't you deliberately let the rebels go south?"

Ji Chang kowtowed and shouted:

"How dare Chang do such a thing of treason, disloyalty and filial piety!"

Zishou nodded and said:

"I trust you alone."

"After all, Xiqi is your territory."

"It is impossible to allow the rebels to attack their own fief, causing countless casualties and running out of bows and food."

After Zishou's words fell, it sounded like a thunderbolt in Ji Chang's ears. He suddenly raised his head and said in surprise, regardless of the dignity of the monarch and his ministers:

"What did the king say?"

"The rebels... have already reached Xiqi!?"

Zishou was surprised and said, "Yes, it seems that Xibo doesn't know yet."

Zishou waved his hand, and an official in front of the palace handed over the distress letter sent by Xiqi to Ji Chang.

Ji Chang took the distress letter, read it with trembling hands, staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes were dazed.

"Why, why is this happening?"

Ji Chang thought that the rebels were on their way, but unexpectedly they had already begun to attack the city.

Then he turned over and knelt down, looked up at Zishou, and said desperately:

"I beg you to understand whether this is the work of the king!"

"presumptuous!"

All civil and military officials on the left and right scolded Ji Chang angrily, and Shang Rong said coldly:

"As a guilty minister, how dare you speculate on the king!"

Zishou waved his hand and said:

"You have been enlightened to innate gossip since you were young, can't such things be calculated?"

"I'll give you a chance."

"If you calculate a hexagram on these nine halls, it will count how long you can live."

"That's right, I won't punish you for your crime, but I will also solve Xiqi's trouble for you."

After Zishou's words fell, Ji Chang was overwhelmed with surprise, and was about to say that the King's golden words could not be repented, when suddenly he paused and froze in place.

He acted the numbers many times and knew that he could live for 97 years and die at the end of his life.

But now, he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to take the tortoise shell in his sleeve.

This hexagram.

He doesn't count.

Now his life is no longer a number of days, but in the hands of the king above the golden steps.

This is kingship!

At this moment, kingship is greater than destiny!
As long as Di Xin wanted to kill him, he had to die!

Ji Chang sighed, knowing that no matter how he counted, he couldn't count against this great king.

As long as he speaks, he loses.

Under Di Xin's gaze, Ji Chang felt the fear of death. His back was wet with sweat, his thoughts turned sharply, and finally he scattered the tortoise shell, and immediately gritted his teeth and said:

"Old minister, you should die one day earlier than your majesty."

(End of this chapter)