After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

"Hey!" A loud shout sounded from across the sky, and Jin Lan stepped on the tower with one foot, holding the beaten Manda in her hand, and looked down at Chu Yan triumphantly, "How is it? You keep your word, if you don’t want to chop off this person’s head, it’s up to you!”

Chu Yan was still carrying the body of King Guangling on his body. Hearing this, he turned around silently. When he saw the figure laughing wildly on the tower, he was once again refreshed by the ghost rider.

Although not all the Xiongnu's soldiers are stationed in Fengyang City now, there are at least 1 Xiongnu protecting Manda in the city tower. This person led more than 2000 ghost cavalry. Here comes.

No wonder Fu Shiyu was only willing to let half of the people out in his previous life. These ghost cavalry were indeed too evil and difficult to control. If they were provoked by others, they might cause a huge and difficult to solve sensation in the world.

But why did he trust Jin Lan to himself...

Chu Yan couldn't figure out what he was thinking, since he belonged to the prince, he should give it to the prince.Either he is confident enough that he can't beat the prince with five thousand ghost cavalry, or he is...

— Worrying about your own safety.

Compared with the former, Chu Yan naturally chose to believe the latter.

"Let go of my big brother!"

Hada, who was standing on the other side of the tower, saw that all the soldiers in the tower were tied up. He was startled and angry, and shouted, "Who are you?"

Hearing someone talking, Jin Lan lifted the tall mandala and turned sideways with a puzzled expression.

His hands loosened a bit, and Manda, whose soles were already hanging in the air, almost slipped down from the top of the tower, but was fortunately pulled back up by Jin Lan, who reacted extremely quickly.

The two brothers were frightened by this unforeseen event, and their hearts went cold.

Manda's face was pale, obviously not recovered from the brink of life and death, while Hada on the opposite side stammered and cursed: "You fucking put down my elder brother! Otherwise, I will fight you hard!"

Jin Lan raised her eyebrows, and said disdainfully, "You're such an idiot, I can kill you with one hand."

"You!" Hada angrily wanted to launch an offensive, but his eldest brother was still in the hands of the kid, so he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only stand there with aggrieved expression.

Seeing that Chu Yan at the bottom didn't speak, Jin Lan thought he hadn't heard, and asked loudly again, "Hey! Did you hear that?"

"If you want to kill or cut him, give me a letter. If you want him to die, I will let go now!"

Hada shouted with eyes wide open, "How dare you!"

Jin Lan turned a deaf ear, still staring at the motionless figure of Chu Yan below.

The teeth in Manda's beaten mouth fell out, and his mouth was full of blood, and his speech was a bit leaky.

He sneered indistinctly, and said, "If you want to throw it away, throw it away. I'm still afraid that you, a yellow-haired kid, will fail."

"I'm dead and my brother is still there, he can beat you too, Daqing kneel down and beg for mercy!"

When Jin Lan heard this, she put the Manda outside the tower without hesitation. Seeing that she was about to throw it down, Hada suddenly shouted in horror: "No! Don't!"

"We withdraw our troops, we withdraw now!"

A ray of light shot out from Manda's swollen eyes, and he said angrily, "Hada!"

Hada didn't seem to hear, and said with red eyes, "I can't die!"

"Brother can't die!"

Jin Lan was too lazy to listen to their brother's drama of bitterness, so she looked at Chu Yan impatiently and asked, "Have you decided yet?"

Chu Yan's chin and side neck were still stained with blood, and a pair of eyes that were as fierce as a falcon released an undisguised chill.

"Keep it."

He raised his eyes to look at Hada on the city tower, obviously in a low place, but he stood out with a sense of arrogance looking down on the world.

"You don't have to withdraw your troops and continue to attack."

Everyone who said this sentence was stunned, and even Manda thought that this person might be grieving too much and had something wrong with his mind.

Chu Yan didn't seem to understand what they were thinking, or maybe he was too lazy to guess, so he just said, "But I will decide the route."

"What do you mean?" Hada couldn't help asking.

Chu Yan said indifferently: "Out of Fengyang City, you go directly to the south. If there is no accident, you will run into soldiers from Daqing at Qinhaiguan."

Hada still looked puzzled, "And then?"

Chu Yan's expression was indifferent, and he uttered a word lightly.

"beat."

"..."

Chongyang glanced at King Guangling behind Chu Yan, a little worried that the general would come back from hell with anger.

The corner of Hada's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Is it over after the beating?"

"Three days later, I will lead the ghost cavalry to appear, and you can withdraw your troops at that time. Manda, I will send people back to the Huns' barracks."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone inevitably felt embarrassed.

Such cunning tricks are always the most contemptible on the battlefield. Even Jin Lan, who was holding the mandala, had a stiff expression, and said speechlessly, "You are too shameful."

"What's the point of winning without a fight?"

Chu Yan's face was indifferent, and he said indifferently: "Do as I say."

Jin Lan rolled her eyes, "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he brought Manda back again, and threw it on the ground casually. His leather boots crushed Manda's face, and his tone was like a frivolous gesture, with strong mockery, "Leave you for a few days."

Manda couldn't bear the humiliation, her red eyes seemed to be cannibalistic, she stared at him, "I'll pay you back!"

When Chu Yan went up to the tower, Duke Qing had already been tied up in front of him. There was no fear on his face, on the contrary, there was a sense of relief from everything.

Originally, he thought that he would die from countless tortures, but he never thought that Chu Yan would put the sword on his neck.

Duke Qing's expression was a little complicated, he frowned and asked, "Are you pitying me?"

"Think too much."

Chu Yan's words were full of ice, and his whole body seemed to be exuding a chill, "With my temperament, you will be cut into pieces, skinned and cramped, but...my father asked me to give you a good time when I was dying. "

Duke Qing was startled when he heard this, but he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing when he understood, and sighed, "There's nothing wrong with him, the only thing he lacks is his heart...he's not cruel enough, so he must not be as good as him." Future you."

His throat was astringent, he coughed twice, and said in a difficult tone: "The emperor is ruthless, and the imperial power is difficult to grasp. Loyalty and righteousness are the cheapest words in the Golden Palace."

Even if King Guangling hadn't died here, he would definitely be convicted by the court when he went back, so he might as well die by his own hands now.

Died for the country, served as a soldier and horse for a lifetime, and honored his ancestors, which can be regarded as fulfilling his biggest last wish.

However, he must not be able to say this, so let him carry this eternal secret and be buried in eternal infamy forever.This is what he deserves, and at the same time he should repay King Guangling's friendship.

If I can meet King Guangling in Yan Luo Palace this time, I can finally have a drink with him without any grievances!

After finishing speaking, Duke Qing slowly closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath of foul air, and said calmly, "Let's do it."

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Yan cut Duke Qing's neck horizontally with a sharp blade, and Zhuoyan's blood splashed in the air, and then a head with a peaceful expression slowly rolled at his feet.

Chongyang looked at Duke Qing's body on the ground, hesitantly said: "Do you need to report Duke's treason together?"

"No need." Chu Yan said coldly: "The Duke died of the epidemic, so he should not return to Beijing and be buried in the border."

After speaking, he stopped looking at the corpse on the ground, turned around and strode down the tower.

Chongyang stared at his receding back, and murmured in a low voice, "...isn't my heart softening?"

The official document submitted by the son of Guangling was expedited by the people at the post station eight hundred miles away, and it was delivered to the Jinluan Hall in less than three days.

In the early dynasty, the prince of Jian Guo was discussing this matter with his ministers.

King Guangling has a noble status, he is still a cousin with His Majesty, and he has made countless military achievements. It is reasonable to say that the whole country mourns together, but it happened to be at the embarrassing hurdle of losing a battle.

The commander of the forbidden army standing on the left strode out and saluted: "Your Highness, I believe that King Guangling served Daqing for many years during his lifetime, and his contribution is indispensable, so we should deal with it vigorously."

"Your Highness can't." Zhongshu ordered the minister to come forward and said, "This time the Xiongnu invaded and suffered heavy losses on the frontier. Your Highness's refusal to convict King Guangling is considered a lenient, so how can we talk about it?"

"In addition to the construction of water canals before Yangzhou, the treasury is empty..."

Before he finished speaking, another minister interrupted bluntly: "King Guangling has guarded the border for more than [-] years, how can he be convicted for a small mistake."

"A small mistake? It's ridiculous! More than a dozen cities in the border area fell, and the people suffered heavy casualties, yet you call it a small mistake!"

On the decision-making of major issues, for thousands of years, the opinions of civil and military ministers have never been unified, and they are all divided into two distinct camps.

Various voices mixed in the hall, like chirping sparrows.Feng Changxing got a headache from their quarrel, raised his hand, and simply asked the chief eunuch to resign, and we will discuss it in the next day.

After the court, Feng Changxing did not return to the palace, but went to Fu Shiyu's courtyard.

The place where he lived was a bit remote, Feng Changxing originally planned to give Fu Shiyu an official position, but Fu Shiyu refused. He lived in the courtyard and rarely saw people on weekdays.

When Feng Changxing entered, Fu Shiyu was sitting in the courtyard, lazily flipping through miscellaneous books.

In ancient times, reading was one of his favorite pleasures.

After all, he is a 'migrant'. His painting skills are rough and he can't compose poems. In his spare time, he only reads some books or listens to little songs.

"Teacher." Feng Changxing called out, walked up to Fu Shiyu and sat down. Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes, he said worriedly: "It's getting colder. I asked Xiaochunzi to add new clothes to His Highness a few days ago. Taifu Why not wear it?"

"It's too early." Fu Shiyu turned a page and said softly, "But what happened?"

Seeing that he had guessed that Feng Changxing was also a fool, he said truthfully: "The prince of Guangling is dead."

"..." Fu Shiyu flicked the pages of the book, and his eyes were a little lost.

Feng Changxing didn't notice his strangeness, and said to himself: "The ministers quarreled because of King Guangling's funeral in the morning."

"I'm a little undecided, and I want to ask the Taifu's opinion."

Fu Shiyu's expression returned to normal, and he said slowly: "Since your Highness has already made a decision in his mind, why bother to ask me again."

"But..." Feng Changxing was a little confused: "King Guangling has indeed made countless military achievements for Daqing. If I do this, will I be too heartless?"

Fu Shiyu closed the book, "His Royal Highness's decision is not something I can comment on."

"However, if Your Highness wants to become a wise king, it's better not to let the generals feel cold."

"The common people are the roots, civil servants are the pens, generals are the wooden warehouses, and the three are indispensable."

Feng Changxing thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Teacher is right!"

"King Guangling's funeral is the most important thing. It should be mourned by the whole country. I was confused."

Fu Shiyu smiled, "Then how does His Highness plan to talk about this with the opposing ministers?"

Feng Changxing's eyes were also distressed, he shook his head and said, "To tell you the truth, I haven't made a decision yet."

Fu Shiyu was not surprised, and asked, "What was written in the official document submitted by the son of Guangling?"

Feng Changxing thought for a while, and replied: "I just said that the Duke died of an epidemic, and the body should not be brought back to the capital. In ten days at the latest, he will return to Beijing with the body of King Guangling and the news of victory."

"Except for these, nothing else."

Fu Shiyu frowned slightly.

Duke Qing died of an epidemic. Others might believe it, but he knew that it was a pretense played by Chu Yan, but why did he conceal the fact that Duke Qing had treason?

...it's not like something he would do.

Seeing Feng Changxing's strange expression, Fu Shiyu remembered that this person was still waiting for him, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Since the son of Guangling said so, His Highness can just use his words to send all the officials away. If you win, His Highness will handle the funeral." It is strong, the courtiers can't find fault, and they can still gain a good reputation among the people."

"Then the prince of Guangling lost?" Feng Changxing asked.

"Naturally, on the grounds of the defeat, the hereditary title given to the Guangling Prince was taken as a matter of course. After the defeat of the Guangling Prince, His Highness still arranged the funeral for the Guangling King. Not only will the generals not feel dissatisfied, but also can advance Create an impression of a benevolent and profound prince to the subjects."

The more Feng Changxing listened, the deeper the smile on his face, he couldn't help holding Fu Shiyu's cold fingers, and said joyfully, "Fortunately, Tai Tuo is such a confidant, I also have no regrets in this life."