Vendetta

"Wait a moment!"

Fu Ling flicked the dragon tooth knife in his hand, turned his head to look at Xu Tong on the tower, and asked patiently, "Prefect Xu, what's wrong?"

"Marshal," Xu Tong shouted from the tower, "the sixth prince of Rouran is the leader of the Hu people's army, he should be taken back to the capital as a prisoner of war, and after being tried by Dali Temple, His Majesty will issue it himself..."

"Trouble," Fu Ling's knife moved back to Xue Chengyu's chest, "It's a long way to go back to the capital, and he could have run away when Rouran was destroyed 20 years ago. What if he ran away on the road again? Why don't we kill him right now, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

"But it's against the rules!" Xu Tong shouted, "If His Majesty blames you..."

"If His Majesty blames it, I will bear it!" Fu Ling said, "Today I will kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, the Dragon Tooth Saber sank into Xue Chengyu's chest, Rouran's army trembled for a while, He Xicheng scolded, and soon fell silent.

Fu Ling got back on the horse and said in nonsense: "I am the son of the witch Zhuolan. The sixth prince has lost his virtue. I want Rouran's son to die and no longer be protected by God. I have already punished him instead of God!"

Fu Ling looked around, got off the horse, started lightness kung fu, and waited for a mound in a few steps. It was noon at this time, Fu Ling stood on the top of the mound, looking down at everyone, the round sun in the desert came from him Ten thousand zhang rays of light shot out from behind, reflecting on that flawless face, coating his silver armor with a layer of golden light, and in an instant, it was as if a god descended into the world.

"The felt curtain is raised to watch the wind, and the dome opens to the sun." Fuling held up the Dragon Tooth Saber, and said solemnly: "You guys surrender immediately. As the son of a witch, I seek the protection of the gods. As long as I am here, Rouran Sixteen It will be safe and sound!"

Rouran's worship of nature and the rising sun has lasted for hundreds of years, and the innate belief in their blood makes them look at Fuling devoutly for a moment.

He Xicheng knelt down first, and said: "God is above, we are willing to follow the guidance of the Holy Son."

He Xicheng understands that Rouran's situation is over, no matter whether Fu Ling is really able to reach the gods or not, a truce at this time is the best.

The glory of Prairie Wolf is gone forever, and today's Rouran Sixteen just wants to continue the peaceful life of these 20 years.

Tens of thousands of Rouran's troops behind, together with the Turkic army with similar beliefs, knelt down together: "God is above, we are willing to follow the guidance of the Holy Son!"

Fu Ling nodded slightly: "Then this is a truce, the Rouran Sixteen Division will retreat for a hundred miles, and the Turks will return the same way, and they will never enter the country for half a step."

"From then on, everything will be respected by me as the Son of Heaven, and I will obey the court's arrangements. If anyone violates it—" Fuling paused, then leaned over suddenly, and inserted the Dragon Tooth Knife into the mound, and the gravel slid down the slope. His voice carried an undeniable majesty, "I will personally lead the army to flatten the desert and grassland, and the gods will punish me, and I will never be reborn forever!"

"Yes!"

The war drum sounded again, and the Rouran army and the Turkic army dispersed. When the Hu army completely disappeared on the other side of the dune, Fu Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the troops to withdraw from the city.

Qiu Yi approached cheerfully, and asked with a smile: "If you let the barbarians know that you let the infantry step on the sacks behind and put the cavalry to lie to them, will you be mad?"

"It's a good thing that Yansha town is on the slope, and the barbarians can't see it from the bottom of the slope." Fu Ling shook the knife in her hand and said with a smile, "What's this called?"

Ding Huai waved the folding fan in his hand, with a smile on his face, "Soldiers never tire of cheating."

"Yes, soldiers never tire of cheating," Fu Ling nodded, "Fortunately, there was no fight, how could I know how to fight?"

Xu Tong, a civil servant, can't be counted on. Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian are in the world, let alone Qiu Yi. They haven't read a few books. Ding Huai, who has no actual combat experience, is left with no real combat experience.

"Let Rouran and Turkic send people to sign the truce and garrison troops on the border," Fu Ling said, "Although they are unlikely to go back on their word, it's always just in case."

Ding Huai said: "Then it's better to set up a Protectorate to temporarily manage the sixteen departments of Rouran, and send someone to manage Rouran's affairs."

Fu Ling thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

Xu Tong persuaded: "For such a big matter, do you want to submit a paper to ask for the opinion of the imperial court? You should let His Majesty know first before making a decision..."

"It's too time-consuming to go back and forth, and it's too late, so let's do it first, and stabilize the situation in the northwest," Fu Ling said, "Yan Zhu will make adjustments later, we have to go back to the capital now."

The second prince was missing, probably because Fu Ling led troops to the northwest, preparing to rebel, Fu Ling had to hurry back.

Xu Tong was taken aback: "Which adult is Yan Zhu?"

"Okay, that's it," Fu Ling said, "Order to go on, the northwest frontier defense will be handed over to Duan Zongbing, Qingqi will follow me back to the capital quickly, and the rest of the army will follow behind as soon as possible."

Xu Tong: "..."

Seeing that Fuling was about to leave, Xu Tong asked again: "The newly established Protectorate Mansion requires civil servants to handle official documents, and those who are familiar with Northwest affairs, if the marshal decides on a candidate, the subordinates can make arrangements..."

candidate?Fu Ling has only been in the northwest for a few days, and he has never even met Duan Zongbing. How many civil servants can he recognize?

But since the subordinate asked the question, as the Generalissimo, of course he had to give a response. Fu Ling thought for a while and said: "You are right, you have to send an official who is familiar with Northwest affairs, and you have to see the big scene..."

Xu Tong nodded: "The marshal has thought carefully, and the lower officials have already drawn up a few suitable people, you see..."

Before he took out the booklet, Fu Ling said: "Then you."

"Ah?" Xu Tong was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands, "I'm afraid I'm not up to the job, this..."

Fu Ling made a final decision: "Master Xu, Master Xu has been the prefect in the Northwest for so many years, so he must be the most familiar with Northwest affairs. He fought with me last night and has seen big scenes. He is not afraid of danger. I think you are very suitable. "

Fearless in times of danger?Xu Tong smiled wryly, his legs were shaking like cramps last night, and when the barbarians called, he almost burst into tears on the spot, if it wasn't for the fear that Fu Ling would chop him with a knife, he wouldn't want to go up the tower at all, how could he not be afraid in the face of danger?

Xu Tong wondered: "The lower official is just a scholar, and he has no strength to restrain a chicken. In case of nonsense..."

Fu Ling patted Xu Tong on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, you don't need to go into battle to kill the enemy. There is Commander Duan, and you can handle the paperwork."

Xu Tong said anxiously: "The meaning of the lower official is..."

"Okay," Fu Ling waved her hand, and said to Ding Huai and the others: "Clean up, our class teacher is returning to court!"

"Marshal!" Xu Tong was on the verge of crying, "What I mean is that I don't have martial arts, so I can't protect myself!"

But Fu Ling had already got on the horse, and disappeared in a flash, and he couldn't hear what he said.

When the Northwest arrangements were made, Fuling immediately took people back to the Central Plains.

At this time, the second prince, who had been missing for many days, had already arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, secretly displaying [-] soldiers, ready to go.

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Huaishan School——

"Brother, Yuan'er has been planning this matter for many years, success or failure depends on it, and I hope that elder brother can help Yuan'er."

Han Bin looked at his younger sister, with a bit of hesitation in his eyes: "But once the Huaishan faction helps Yuan'er, it is a clear participation in the seizure of the heir. Jianghu has never interfered in the court, and people in the martial arts will not agree."

"So what?" Concubine Han stroked the cloud hairpin on her head, and smiled softly: "When Yuan'er succeeds, the Huaishan faction has meritorious service as a dragon, and my elder brother is Yuan'er's real uncle. Yuan'er will definitely support the Huaishan faction and make the Huaishan faction the number one sect in the world."

Han Bin's face was a little loose, and Concubine Han quickly continued: "Second brother was killed by Fuling, Yan Zhu was killed, and no one was protecting Fuling. Yuan'er ordered the whole world to arrest him. Brother revenge?"

Han Bin was extremely defensive. Han Yuanguang's death had always been a thorn in his heart. The Huaishan faction had been under the Huoshan faction for so many years. He stopped hesitating and said, "Okay, my disciples from Huaishan Sect and I will come to Beijing with you."

Concubine Han said with a smile: "Don't worry, big brother, this child Yuan'er has always respected his uncle, and after the big event, he will definitely live up to your expectations of him..."

"Father! Aunt!" The door was pushed open, and Han Yueqin stood outside the door, saying with red eyes, "You can't kill Yan Zhu!"

Han Bin frowned and said, "Qin'er, why did you come in?"

"Of course I want to kill him. If you don't kill him, how will your cousin succeed to the throne?" Concubine Han smiled and said, "Qin'er came just in time. When your cousin becomes the emperor in the future, how about promising you to be his queen?"

"I won't be his queen," Han Yueqin said, "Can you please stop killing my brother?"

"You're still young now, so you'll understand in the future," Concubine Han just smiled and shook her head when she heard this, "That's the most honorable woman in the world. Which woman doesn't want to be the queen of the world?"

Concubine Han pursued her whole life, and she was bound to be the most honorable woman in the world. After so many years in the palace, although she became a noble concubine, she was still a concubine and failed to become a queen. Now that her son is going to be the emperor, she must Made into a queen mother.

Han Yueqin pleaded: "Auntie, the Huaishan faction helped my cousin seize the throne. After the matter is completed, can you spare my brother's life?"

"You and the third prince are from the same family. You are kind-hearted and don't want to see him die. Auntie can understand," Concubine Han said in a very calm tone, "But Yan Zhu must die, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Han Yueqin said anxiously, "Auntie!"

Han Bin reprimanded: "Qin'er, don't make trouble for no reason!"

Han Yueqin held back her tears, glanced at the two of them, gritted her teeth, stopped talking, closed the door and left.

She doesn't like Yan Jiao at all, and she doesn't want to marry Yan Jiao to be the queen. Yan Jiao is narrow-minded and acts viciously, how can he compare to Yan Zhu?

Even if she couldn't prevent Yan Jiao from becoming emperor, she still had to find a way to keep Yan Zhu alive!

Han Yueqin returned to the room, paced around, and finally made up her mind to write a letter to Huo Shan. She knew that Yan Zhu had sent the army to the northwest, so she had no other choice but to ask Huo Shan for help and let Huo Shan Stop the Huaishan faction and buy time for the army to return to support.

At this time, Fu Ling took Qingqi and was rushing to the Central Plains. On the way, he received a letter from the capital.

The handwriting is like a silver hook painted on iron, which is very beautiful. It explained everything in Beijing, and it took several pages. On the last piece of paper, it only wrote a short paragraph. All the thoughts in my heart were ticked off.

I saw what was written on the paper: All good news in the army is gratifying, but it is not as comforting as the old man's safety. The return journey is high and the road is long.

Perhaps afraid that Fu Ling would not understand, he added a sentence at the end: I miss you, come back soon.