Golden Stage

Once the meritorious service is completed, all the bones will be destroyed. Behind the portraits of heroes hanging high in the Qilin Pavilion on the Golden Terrace, there are buildings dancing with flames, and countless souls of the dead are wailing and wailing.

Fu Shen sighed, "What a crime."

Duan Guihong was almost so angry that he fell on his back, and said angrily: "The two armies are fighting, you will die or I will die. You think they are pitiful, why don't you think about those innocent people who died in vain under the hands of the Tartars! You are such a benevolent woman, What a big deal it will be in the future!"

"Oh?" Fu Shen dragged his voice unhurriedly, "Defend the home and defend the country, if people don't offend me, I don't offend me, isn't it all right? What is the big thing the lord is talking about?"

"You!" Duan Guihong was at a loss for words, and after a while he pointed at his nose and cursed: "When the birds are exhausted, the emperor can't wait for you to die in Qingsha Pass, and you still want to guard the territory for him? It's better for one side to be king on their own than to be under his command, don't you understand?!"

"Stay on one side and make yourself king." Fu Shen repeated these eight words playfully, "Just like the prince."

This time he didn't ask any questions, and continued on in a straightforward manner: "The sky in the southwest is high and the emperor is far away, and the people of all ethnic groups live together, and their loyalty to the central government is limited. You have been operating in the southwest for many years, and your tree has deep roots. It will be easily emptied by you. When I was in Kuizhou City, I often saw Annan, Chenla and other foreign merchants in the street shops and restaurants. The income from the Southwest’s trade with foreign countries in these years must be more than enough to supply the Southwest Garrison, right?”

Duan Guihong's face changed slightly.

"Not to mention that you still have that stuff in your hand," Fu Shen said. "It's a profitable business. If you really set up a stall in the south of the Yangtze River, the real gold and silver will have to flow upstream along the Yangtze River into your old pocket, let alone self-reliance. King, when the time comes, even if you want to establish yourself as emperor, no one can stop you."

Duan Guihong said coldly: "It's nonsense."

Fu Shen seemed to have a good idea, but he was actually flustered. He knew that Duan Guihong would not fight him for the sake of his elders, but the king of Xiping County acted wickedly, and Fu Shen couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.In case he planned to rebel, he insisted on dragging Fu Shen into the water together, which would be difficult.

Fu Shen thought for a while, and then said: "My lord told me about the past in the grassland, saying that my second uncle used that god of death to wipe out the entire Alamu tribe. Why didn't he use this on the Zhe people when he was stationed in Yanzhou later?" How about a move?"

Duan Guihong was taken aback by his question, hesitated for a moment before saying: "When Zhongyan was in Beiyan, I was in the southwest, so I didn't know about it."

Fu Shen nodded: "Oh, because you're in the southwest'."

Duan Guihong heard hints from the words he deliberately re-read, and in an instant, he had the illusion of being like a light on his back, and all the muscles in his body were stiff.

"My lord wasted a long time here with me, without telling the truth." Fu Shen shook his head, not knowing who he was laughing at, "Since you won't tell me, let me tell you."

"My father and uncle left early. Before I had time to practice with them in the army, I was driven to the battlefield in northern Xinjiang. It is true that my son is not like my father. I am not following him. Long. Apart from learning a little roughness from my uncle, my temperament and temperament are all derived from those seven years in northern Xinjiang."

He suppressed his smile: "So, my lord, don't expect me to become the 'Fu family' you expected by listening to a story. I have chopped off countless barbarians with my hands, and I have never dreamed of being reborn in bliss after death. Going to hell, the same is true for others, 'two corpses, blood flow five steps' is enough, whoever commits crimes will be punished, what to do with irrelevant people?"*

Duan Guihong said: "Because of his own selfishness, he caused loyalty and hatred, even if he was retribution, it would not be enough to repay the sin he committed."

Fu Shen didn't answer immediately, and after a moment of silence, he sighed in a low voice: "My lord...the people are so innocent."

Duan Guihong was also silent.

When the emperor was angry, he buried millions of corpses and bled for thousands of miles—but what was wrong with those millions of people who died in vain?

The soldiers who died in Qingsha Pass, the few civilians who died at the hands of Taoist Chunyang, the innocent people who died in Kuangfeng County, Xishan Village, who died in Qiu Yebai... What reason do they have to die?

The slightest displeasure of the Lord of Heaven will mean drought, flood and locust plague, the year of famine and famine, and the slightest displeasure of the superiors will cause the bones of the dead to be exposed in the wild, and there will be no rooster crowing for thousands of miles*.It is not easy for the little common people to support their families. With heavy sky on their heads, they have worked hard for half their lives, and it only takes one misfortune to completely destroy them.

When human life was precious, millions of people would bleed to death when they were angry; when human life was cheap, he was one of those millions.

Tolai had a good cast, and Fu Shen did not become that "one in ten thousand", but he didn't want to be that "one in ten thousand", either. Between killing and being killed, he wanted to take the third way.

"Jing Yuan." Duan Guihong said suddenly.

This time he was neither angry nor blamed, and calmly called Fu Shen's name, as if he had finally put away his disguise, revealing his rock-like hard and indifferent inner heart.

"'Li Min He Gu'. Your uncle also said this sentence."

In the fourth year of Yuantai, Fu Tingxin was injured, and Duan Guihong found an antidote for him. While healed his poisonous injury, Duan Guihong also learned about the horror of this plant from the southern Xinjiang witch doctor.When the war at the border was stalemate, the Han army and the Tatar cavalry were at loggerheads. Duan Guihong wanted to break the deadlock with a strategy of surprise soldiers, so he approached Fu Tingxin to discuss, planning to use this herb to destroy the pastures of Alamu, and then mix it with the disease. A fire in the backyard is bound to deal a heavy blow to the Tartars.

Fu Tingxin felt that this method was too cruel and sinister, so he disagreed with life and death. Duan Guihong went to find Fu Jian, and was taught another lesson.Just when he was hit repeatedly and thought that the road was blocked, Fu Tingzhong approached him and secretly finalized the plan with him.

In the spring of the following year, the grasslands of Alambu were overrun by wildly growing Autumn Night White, and there were many epidemics. The whole tribe fell into panic and turmoil. The royal city of people.

After that battle, when Duan Guihong smugly showed off his achievements to Fu Tingxin, Fu Tingxin only said, "How innocent are the people".

In the autumn of the same year, Fu Jian fell ill in Ganzhou.When he was ill, he made a note to the court, recommending Duan Guihong as the general of the West Conquest Army, and went to the southwest to quell the chaos.

This action is still considered by many people as Fu Jian's elimination of dissidents and his desire to leave the Beiyan military power to his son.Only Duan Guihong knew that Fu Jian called him to the sickbed that day, told him that he would die soon, and ordered him to swear before his bed that he would bring Qiu Yebai back to the southwest and guard him carefully so that no tree would flow into the Central Plains.

He listened to Fu Jian in a daze and said: "The world is stable and prosperous for a hundred years. You make it or lose it in your hands. Although your surname is not Fu, you are the Fu family in your bones."

"I have fought in all directions, and I have spent half my life as a soldier. I have only one wish unfulfilled, which is to see the peace in the world. Now... I entrust it to you."

The old general gave him the last death order.Duan Guihong kowtowed three times before the sick bed with tears in his eyes. After sending Fu Jian away and everything was settled, he followed the imperial army to the southwest.

From the pacification of the Southwest in the sixth year of Yuantai to the present, he has kept it for 20 years.

In the past 20 years, Fu Tingzhong was assassinated by the Tartars, Fu Tingxin died in battle, and Fu Shen was ordered to send troops to northern Xinjiang when he was in danger. He was in the southwest, but he never forgot the decaying grass and yellow sand in the north.

In the first few years when Fu Shen first went to northern Xinjiang, Duan Guihong watched the war gradually subside and the north returned to stability. He thought that after more than ten years of ups and downs, the phrase "peace on earth" would finally come true.

But later, he found out that he was wrong.

Beiyan iron cavalry has been passed down in the hands of the Fu family for three generations, and Emperor Yuantai couldn't sit still.

The Fu family is short-lived, but Emperor Yuantai is a long-lived emperor. He watched generation after generation of Fu family take over the seal and go to the battlefield. The Northern Yan army is getting stronger and stronger, and the coach is getting younger and younger. , but he is getting older and older.Looking back at his descendants and grandchildren, none of them are amazingly talented and can be regarded as the master of a generation of ZTE.

If things go on like this, after ten or twenty years, will this world still belong to their family?

When Emperor Yuantai ordered Fu Tingyi to inherit the title and changed Fu Shen to the title of Marquis of Jingning, Duan Guihong felt the emperor's fear and guard against Beiyan Iron Cavalry, the new commander.

Emperor Yuantai got along with Fu Jianjun and his ministers back then because the court was turbulent, and the northern war depended on him; the preferential treatment of Fu Tingzhong and Fu Tingxin was because the two brothers relied on each other, and King Su had a hand in it; But now that he dared to make frequent moves against Fu Shen, it was purely to bully him because he was young and easy to rub, and the contemporary Duke Ying was a good-for-nothing who was about to become immortal at any time, so he couldn't help if something happened.

Just in case, Duan Guihong sent Du Leng to Fu Shen's side.As the emperor's intentions became more and more obvious, Duan Guihong was finally disappointed with the so-called "peace on earth".He finally understood that as long as there were people sitting on the dragon chair, the Fu family, and himself, he would never be able to break free from the "destiny".

The "sleeping god of death" that had been sealed in the southwest for 20 years was awakened by the guards. From Jingchu along the river to the east, it took root in the Jiangnan landscape like a ghost, spreading white flowers all over the ground.

After the king of Xiping County finished talking, he slowly exhaled the stagnant turbidity in his chest, and said: "I am guarding myself and stealing, and I am deeply entrusted with it. In the future, I will see Fu Gong again without a face."

No. 1, who was named the king of the county with a different surname, stuck to the western frontier for twenty years because of a mirage-like entrustment.Fu Shenming knew that he had done many wrong things, but he couldn't stand on a higher position to condemn him.

Just like when Fu Tingxin said to Duan Guihong, "How innocent the people are", now Fu Shen has only such a sentence to say.

Because he knows he is not innocent.

One of the most helpless charges in the world is "unnecessary", the other is "the crime of pregnant", and the other is "I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me".

Fu Shen said dejectedly: "I don't even have the face to see his old man, otherwise let's go to his grave and hang ourselves."

Duan Guihong ignored his sarcasm: "Since we've talked about this, I'll let you know. You know that I'm in the southwest, beyond my reach, and it's difficult to manage a large-scale force in the capital. Taoist Chunyang Being able to gain a foothold in the capital is all thanks to one person who helped me many times."

Fu Shen's heart sank: "Who is it?"

The author has something to say: *Junior high school textbook "Tang Ju Never Disgraces Mission", originally from "Warring States Policy"

*Cao Cao's "Walking in Artemisia"