[Comprehensive] Feasibility report on the restoration of the country

A kind of teacher and Qiao Feng came to report the news, Murong Fu had to get up to take a look at Xu Xi who was secretly imprisoned even though he was helping his illness.

Although Qiao Feng interceded for Xu Xi, in his heart, ten Xu Xi tied up could not compare to one finger of Murong Fu.Seeing Murong Fu get up sick, he couldn't help persuading him: "Why do you need to do it yourself, you are still sick..."

Murong Fu waved his hands when he heard the words, and said: "I'm afraid that if I accidentally kill him, it will be of no use!" This sentence is an understatement, it really means that he is still sick The vicious image of being full of bad water and harming people is vividly displayed.

With Murong Fu's words, Qiao Feng has nothing to say.Xu Xi had been imprisoned for three days, and he was dying without a drop of water in these three days. Qiao Feng was also very worried that he would die.

Before the few people approached the dungeon, they heard Xu Xi's hoarse begging in their ears: "Water, give me water..." They saw that most of his body was hanging on the prison door of the dungeon, and his right arm was hanging from the prison door. Protruding from the gap between the fingers, the knuckles of the fingers are protruding, and the gaps between the fingers are full of dirt, like a dirty chicken paw.

Hearing his begging, a soldier in charge picked up a piece of horse dung beside the road and threw it into the dungeon, making fun of him, "If you want water, eat this piece of horse dung first!"

This is undoubtedly a great insult, and it is absolutely intolerable trampling by a scholar who pretends to be noble, not to mention that besides being a scholar, Xu Xi is also an official.However, three days without water was enough to grind this official, whose bones were not strong enough, into a puddle of mud.I saw him tremblingly grabbing the piece of dry horse manure, wanting to throw it out, but he couldn't be cruel; he wanted to close his eyes and eat it, but still couldn't be cruel.In the end, he just howled in vain, and kept muttering: "Kill me! Why don't you just give me a good time! Kill me..."

In such a tragic situation, Zhong Shidao couldn't help showing his unbearable expression, but Qiao Feng was filled with anger, and only shouted sharply: "If you want to kill, then kill, why should you humiliate others like this!" Then, he strode forward and pushed it away The guarding soldier broke the iron lock and helped Xu Xi out.

Xu Xi was imprisoned in the dungeon without water for three days, and it was the first time he saw someone treat him with a kind face, as if he saw the hope of surviving, and for no reason, a huge force arose, and he hugged Qiao Feng's calf tightly and begged: "Water, Water..."

"Get water for him!" Qiao Feng turned his head and ordered the soldier.

Unexpectedly, the soldier didn't obey his orders, he just silently stood behind Murong Fu.

"Master Xu, if you want to die, you can die by hitting a pillar, hanging yourself, or chewing your tongue. I have never ordered you to be stopped. Why didn't you die? In the battle of Yongle, tens of thousands of soldiers of our Song army were killed. Why did you die?" Aren't you going to die?" Murong Fu ignored Qiao Feng, who was upholding justice, and just questioned Xu Xi sentence by sentence, and he was speechless and ashamed when asked directly. "Since he is a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death in his bones, why should he pretend to be mighty and unyielding in front of me? It's ridiculous!"

This sentence seemed to have completely torn away Xu Xi's last bit of self-deception. He pointed at Murong Fu trembling, and kept shouting: "You...you..." But he couldn't utter a single word.

However, Murong Fu's complexion suddenly darkened, and the frivolous and sarcastic smile that was still on the corner of his mouth just now disappeared instantly, making people war with each other just by looking at it. "Now you are in my hands. If you are obedient and obedient, I will let you live; if you are disobedient, I will die of thirst and pay homage to the tens of thousands of heroic spirits who died innocently in our Yanyan army!"

Naturally, Xu Xi didn't want to die, let alone die of thirst in pain, and immediately knelt down on the ground and said repeatedly: "I'm obedient, I'm obedient!" The dignified fourth-rank official of the imperial court was so lacking in integrity, Qiao Feng could only feel the pain in front of him. Xu Xi, who was prostrate on the ground like a dog and wagged his tail, was both pitiful and hateful.

Murong Fu still kept his expression reserved and calm, as if everything about the other party's behavior was within his expectations.He immediately ordered the soldiers to take Xu Xi down to freshen up, while he himself transferred to a barracks in the camp.

Even though Qiao Feng was angry, it could be seen that Murong Fu couldn't even sit still, so he couldn't help but stepped forward to help him. "Even if Xu Xi deserves to die, if you humiliate him like this, you will lose your character after all!"

Murong Fu didn't get angry, just let out a long sigh, and said earnestly: "Brother Qiao, with your temper, you can only wallow in the rivers and lakes. Even if you leave the rivers and lakes in the future, you can enjoy farming or herding horses and sheep. Don't step into it." Officialdom accepts any official position. Remember! Remember!"

Qiao Feng was confused by what he said, and was about to ask "Why did I leave the Jianghu?" Xu Xi, who had been cleaned up, was brought in again.

This time, Murong Fu was much more diligent than before, he personally studied a pool of thick ink, and asked Xu Xi to write a memorial.As for the content of the memorial, it was naturally dictated by Murong Fuyou. "During the matter, Xu Xi paid homage to the emperor and bowed his head. The minister was a commoner, and did not take the imperial examination. The emperor had to grant a tiger talisman with his own eyes to build the city of Yongle. Now Yongle is besieged, ammunition and food are exhausted, Xia people are barbaric, and the city will be destroyed soon... ..." What Murong Fu said was actually a will written by the imperial court in the name of Xu Xi.

Xu Xifang changed his color after dictating a few lines, threw the brush casually, and yelled in panic, "This is a leftover! You're going to kill me! You're going to kill me..."

Murong Fu didn't allow him to get up and escape, put one hand on his shoulder, pressed him firmly into the seat, and said slowly: "Master Xu, the officials are risking the world's disgrace to reform and accumulate wealth to facilitate this Pingxia War , the result was completely lost by your random instructions. If you don't die, do you think the officials can calm down?"

"Emperor Taizu has a rule for a long time, not to kill scholar-officials! Not to kill scholar-officials!" Xu Xi kept shaking his head, and wept.

"Scholar official? Are you?" Murong Fu responded with a contemptuous smile.In the Song Dynasty, literature was at its peak, and even the first Jiang Weng could give advice to great Confucians, but the so-called scholar-bureaucrats were only eligible for this honorary title if they entered the imperial examination.

Xu Xi was startled suddenly, but was speechless.He took the shortcut of Zhongnan instead of becoming an official through the imperial examination, so naturally he can't be called a scholar-bureaucrat.However, he was very close to Song Shenzong, and of course he understood that what Murong Fu said was reasonable.When he came to the border, he had boasted to the officials, but now that he was defeated, with the officials' impatience, he had to be skinned and torn apart. "...I don't want to die, I don't want to die..." He couldn't help shaking his head and murmured in despair.In history, Xu Xi's death after the destruction of Yongle City was due to a moment of bravery; now that he has broken through the siege of Yongle, he was able to escape from death, and it would be extremely difficult for him to ask for death.

"Now that the war is like this, it doesn't make much difference whether you die or not. Besides, who said that you have to die after writing the legacy?" Looking at Xu Xi's revived eyes desperately eager to survive, Murong Fu said in a relaxed and authentic tone, "The so-called mountain is high and the emperor is far away. As long as you present your legacy to the officials, saying that you have died in Yongle City. Not only will the officials not hate you, but they will favor your family. As long as you hide your name in the future, you are truly life and death, who will know?"

Xu Xi nodded again and again, then picked up the pen and said eagerly: "I'll write! I'll write!"

However, Murong Fu reached out his hand to block Xu Xi, and said word by word: "You are not the one to write the legacy, but to write whatever I want you to do! Otherwise, why should I help you?"

The first paragraph of the memorial vividly recalled Xu Xi’s acquaintance with Song Shenzong, asking Emperor Shenzong to forgive his sins for the sake of his death in state affairs, and vowed to "make a grass title ring to report to the official" in the next life Great kindness".

The second paragraph turned around and sued the generals Li Xian, Shen Kuo, and Zhong Er who participated in the battle against Xia, pointing out that if they hadn't sat and watched Yongle besieged and not sent troops to rescue, this battle would have never been possible. It will be such a miserable defeat.

The third paragraph was even more shocking, killing almost all the civil officials in the court, and asking them to bear the responsibility of the defeat together with him.If it is said that it is worthwhile to accuse Wang Gui, the minister of the Three Orders, of being mediocre and incompetent, but only knowing that he can go along with the officials; Yi, Han Zhongyan and other innocent passers-by were also involved, it was simply frenzied.

Xu Xi did not dare to write such a memorial, which was like a mad dog that bit all the princes in the court, but he had to write it, so that the handwriting on the memorial was crooked and distorted, but it looked a bit like dying The last one before.After writing the third paragraph, Xu Xi's complexion was already pale, he only looked at Murong Fu and said tremblingly: "This... this..."

"You are already a dying person, and your words are good. Naturally, you have to say something to repay the kindness of the officials. Why are you afraid of offending others?" Murong Fu seemed to understand the fear in Xu Xi's heart. The meaning is still unsatisfactory. "In this last paragraph, it is time to comment on the gains and losses of the government's governance, and leave a few words of advice from the heart. Do you have a few friends who are close to each other or political enemies you hate? Just write a few, and you can recommend them To the officials."

Murong Fu's actions like this, not to mention Xu Xi's soul is frightened, even if he is a teacher, he is also frightened.As soon as several people got Xu Xi's "legacy", Zhong Shidao couldn't wait to ask after they walked out of the barracks: "Xiandi Murong, what do you mean?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, looked at the bewildered Master Zhong and Qiao Feng and said: "Brother Zhong, although you don't understand this truth, your uncle must understand it. As for Brother Qiao, you don't need to understand it!" Then, he casually weighed the memorial in his hand, and turned to the kind of military tent.

After taking a look at the "Remaining Book" written by Xu Xi himself, Zhong Er fell silent immediately.He has experienced ups and downs in his career, so he really understood Murong Fu's intentions.Once this memorial was handed over to the officials, the princes in the court would have to be busy defending themselves to prove their innocence, so they would have no time to catch his braid.It's just that Zhong Er has been upright all his life, and he feels very contradictory when he thinks that he will use such shady means to deceive the officials, which will greatly violate the family motto of Zhong's family of "loyalty and loyalty to the emperor".

Murong Fu was good at observing words and demeanor, and before Zhong Er could say anything, he took the lead and said: "Scheme, the so-called success of big things doesn't care about small things. We have indeed lost this battle, and since we lost, someone must take responsibility. You If you don’t want to lose your military power like General Di and be cursed to death by those civilian officials, there are some things you have to do!”

"...Your kindness, I will understand!" Zhong Er said with a serious tone.On the battlefield, that is his kind of world; in the court, perhaps only a femme fatale like Murong Fu is the opponent of those gentlemen. "It's just that you are not afraid that if this matter is publicized..."

Murong Fu shook his head, and said confidently: "Xu Xi wrote this memorial, and he has already committed suicide in court. Although I promise to spare his life, I can also guarantee that he will never appear in front of others from now on. As for Li Zhongzheng, if he is also dead, it will be suspicious. But if he returns to the palace, the instructor's house will watch him every day, and he will always think of Yongle's defeat. It must be hard for him to live in the future. I believe , he would be more than willing to stay in the military, bide his time, and clear his name."

Chong Er nodded, and asked with an open-minded attitude: "How should I write the general's memorial?"

"Master Xu's legacy is sealed with beeswax, and only officials can reveal it personally, and the scriptures cannot be tampered with. As for the memorials of the scriptures, it is natural to tell the truth." Murong Fu said again.

After thinking for a while, Zhong Er understood the deep meaning of Murong Fu's words, the so-called telling the truth, naturally he wanted him to repeat the old saying and sue Xu Xi in the memorial.Only in this way can the officials believe that Xu Xi's legacy is beyond doubt, and can also show his loyalty and integrity.He let out a long sigh and said quietly: "Murong Fu, I would have discovered that you have absolutely no respect for officials. With your scheming, the ups and downs are only in your hands. Are you really not going to be an official?"

This time, Murong Fu's eyes revealed a trace of almost painful confusion. "This kind of strategy... the official is definitely not the figure of the master, it's just, just...we shouldn't have killed so many people in this battle! Xu Xi is an embroidered pillow, I should have killed him long ago! Xian only knows how to protect himself, and to act on his own will. I should have known, I should have...cough cough..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly put one hand on the table beside him, bent down, and coughed violently. out.Not long after, a mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed the entire tabletop in blood red.

"Murong!" Qiao Feng yelled in shock, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, supported his back with one hand, and slowly poured a whole body of strong internal energy into his body to adjust his breathing.Murong Fu said that Fang Erjiu hadn't grown up yet, he had been in the army for a year, and even if he worked hard day and night, he couldn't support it.It's just that Qiao Feng never imagined that he would be so sick because of the Yongle City battle. "Brother Murong Xian, you shouldn't blame yourself, you have tried your best!"

Murong Fu's face was pale and dripping with cold sweat, but he still shook his head slightly, only looked at Zhong Er and said in a low voice: "Jing Lue, now that the war here is over, the students should go back to Huangzhou to serve the teacher."

"Murong, you want to go?" Zhong Shidao was anxious and reluctant.

Qiao Feng also said: "Even if you want to leave, you should recover from your illness first."

Murong Fu tried his best to close his eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Qiao, don't you understand? As long as I'm here, I won't get well... Why don't you see what you see!"

"Get out! Get out!" Zhong Er also had no choice but to complain loudly. "I don't know how Su Zizhan teaches his students?" I don't know who tossed his sleeves in a fit of anger, and walked away.

Qiao Feng only held Murong Fu's icy hand tightly, he never knew that this body that was powerlessly leaning on his arms was so thin; just as he didn't know that his nature was too easy to bear. Take up these heavy life and death.He only knew that he could never just watch Murong Fu leave like this.

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Director: Daxia Xiao, do you have any ideas?

Qiao Feng: Don't offend Murong!Don't offend Murong!If I'm wrong, I'll apologize to him; if he's wrong, I'll apologize to him!

Murong: Be good!