A traitor

What Su Qinglang said about the flood control and retreat was not a boast, but a real calculation and research.

During the few days when he was recuperating from his injuries, he studied the terrain of Bingzhou in the general's mansion, and found that not far from Bingzhou, there was a big river leading directly to the river and the sea.

If a ditch is dug from Bingzhou, and then the mountain road blocking the water flow is blasted, the flood in Bingzhou will naturally be solved.

Not only that, once this canal is opened, Bingzhou will have enough water for irrigation regardless of drought or flood in the future, and it will also have enough capacity to deal with floods, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

The most difficult part of this is the engineering drawing of the design of the canal. After Su Qinglang returned to Qinzhou, he first took people to inspect the terrain, and then locked himself in the room, sketching for several days without sleep, and finally completed the drawing. Exquisite, even the seniors who specialize in surgery can't help but call it eye-opening.

However, in the face of their compliments, Su Qinglang looked sad, this matter fell into Mei Liusheng's eyes, and he knew what he was thinking in his heart.

If Liu Jingzhi hadn't died, he wouldn't be the one standing here today...

Ever since he came to Qinzhou, Su Qinglang recalled his old wounds even more. Every night, when no one was paying attention, he stood at the gate of the ancestral hall.

He just stopped and watched quietly, rain or shine, looking at the ancestral hall, just like looking at some people in the past, even so, he never took a step inside.

At that time, Mei Liusheng was standing not far from him, looking at Su Qinglang's figure, and fell into his own shackles.

He never thought that Su Qinglang's obsession would be like this, nor did he think that his own demonic obstacles were beyond cure. Seeing Su Qinglang working so hard for Qinzhou's affairs, wishing he could exhaust his efforts, he suddenly realized He understood that he underestimated Su Qinglang's loyalty to the imperial court, and also his own feelings for Su Qinglang, so for a while, he fell into a dilemma.

If in the future, like those bandits, he prepares to raise troops to revolt, and he and Su Qinglang are in two camps, will he betray the current court for himself?

obviously not...

This answer, he is sure.

However, he knew better that even if Su Qinglang tried his best to support him, the situation in Nantang was still getting worse day by day.

The only way to save him is to overthrow his high-ranking uncle, but even if the emperor abdicates and let the crown prince ascend the throne, with the crown prince's stupidity, I'm afraid the situation will be worse?

Regarding this point, Su Qinglang must be clearer than him in his heart.

But even so, he still refused to give up, and desperately wanted to keep him, that's why he felt distressed, like a needle prick.

Several times, he wanted to tell Su Qinglang, forget it, no matter how hard you try, even if you exhaust yourself to death, the reality will not change because of it.

However, when the words came to his lips, he was still unable to speak them out.

In front of Su Qinglang, he was Mei Liusheng, not Li Chengsi, so he could only serve the imperial court with him, and could not say a word of rebellion.

Su Qinglang's performance also caused Cheng Qi to have a crisis. Several times, he hinted at Mei Liusheng intentionally or unintentionally.

If he wanted to accomplish great things, he had to kill Su Qinglang here. He wanted to use Mei Liusheng's hand to get rid of Su Qinglang, but Mei Liusheng avoided him calmly.

He didn't want to kill Su Qinglang, at least not right now.

On the day of opening the mountain, they chose a high place and stood there looking down.

With just one command, accompanied by a loud noise, the mountain blocking the flood was blasted open, and a hole was opened from it.

Then the rolling flood, mixed with rocks and silt, traveled along the channel towards the distance.

The scene at that time was very spectacular, and the people on the shore couldn't help cheering. Standing on the mountain, he subconsciously looked towards Su Qinglang, only to see his face was calm, looking at the torrential water, his clothes were wet with tears without words.

What was he thinking at that time, the classmate who was killed by him, who was stigmatized by treason and who was actually loyal, amazingly talented and brilliant?

Or has he endured for many years, suffered countless grievances, and suffered countless supercilious glances, and can finally show his ambition and do something good for the people of Southern Tang?

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it, and looked towards the distance he was looking at.

Due to the relief of the flood, many militiamen gave up their rebellion and returned home, and the enemy's barracks were cleared by more than half of their troops.

The remaining militiamen are either preparing to go home, or are hesitating whether to give up and return to their former lives.

Looking at the scene of the people leaving one after another, Cheng Qi was very relieved, standing on the city wall and said: "So, finally there is no need to fight anymore."

Su Qinglang, who was standing beside him, had a mocking smile on his lips, and said lightly, "Not necessarily."

Seeing that everyone was looking at him in puzzlement, he held his folding fan, and continued, "I heard that there is a way of catching wolves on the snowy mountains in the north. In the ice and snow, such wild wolves are attracted by the blood on the knife, so they lick the blood on the tip of the knife until their tongue is numb from the cold. Eventually he died of excessive blood loss."

He paused, looked at the enemy barracks below the city tower and said, "People all have bloodthirsty thoughts. Some things, once started, it's hard to turn back."

Everyone was silent in his words, and after a while, someone asked in a low voice: "Since that's the case, why...why bother to surrender?"

Su Qinglang snorted softly, and replied: "We recruited and surrendered, and the results were pretty good. Can't you see how many people are missing in the enemy's barracks? Besides..."

A smile appeared on his pale face, like a ghost: "We will definitely fight, it just depends on who our opponent is."

"If we didn't do anything superfluous, it would be a trick to surrender, and if we defeated them here, we would inevitably be criticized in the future.

After all, in the eyes of some people, it is quite reasonable for those people to raise troops to rebel, but today we gave them a chance, but they didn't want it, and they still committed the rebellion, that is what they deserve, and they deserve death. "

"Then... what about the villagers who were bewitched by bandits? They didn't want to do this..."

The soldier who spoke at this time had entered the enemy camp with Su Qinglang, and had seen the scene of Su Qinglang persuading the enemy to retreat. He only hoped that the matter could be resolved peacefully, but he never expected that Su Qinglang would fight from the very beginning. He never gave up on fighting.

Su Qinglang looked at him: "Are you a three-year-old child, or are they three-year-old children? Even when the plague broke out in the past, there were times when cities were sealed off and life was given up.

What's more, today they deserved what they deserved, and since they chose to join bandits, they are no longer ordinary villagers.

They are rebels, criminals, and they should be responsible for their words and deeds. We have done our best to do this. Instead of wasting time and effort to restore them here, we should save money and food and give more money to the victims nearby. "

He said, looked at the sword in the waist of the soldier, and continued: "The common people pay taxes and buy swords for you, so that you can kill the enemy, not to let you sympathize with the enemy. , not only to serve the country with zeal and sympathy for the people, but also to be cold-hearted and indifferent, but don’t let the benevolence of women make the swords in your hands rusty and useless.”

Seeing the man lower his head and silently touched his saber, he turned around and walked down the tower: "We must still take strict precautions these days, and we must not relax even a bit. If the enemy forces attack again, no matter what He used to be a bandit or a villager, he should be merciless, shoot and kill, if anyone is soft-hearted, he should exchange his life for his own."

Seeing him leave, Mei Liusheng also followed, walked down the tower, and came to a shady remote place, Su Qinglang stopped, tilted his body, and supported the wall next to him.

These days, they have been rushing around to open the canal, and they have hardly had a rest. Mei Liusheng and the others are healthy and healthy, but Su Qinglang is already injured, how can he bear it?

He leaned on the wall, feeling dizzy and dizzy. Mei Liusheng saw him, hurried over, supported him and said, "Qinglang, are you alright?"

Su Qinglang stood for a while before recovering, and smiled wryly: "It's okay, what I said just now...wasn't it a little too much?"

Mei Liusheng shook his head, and said again: "But I didn't expect that you would do this. I thought you would be like Xie...that year..."

Su Qinglang knew what he meant, and smiled silently: "I'm different from Xie Yu. Xie Yu is kind, soft-hearted, and can't bear many things. The same person, the same thing, but I am more willing to think of the bad, so If so, no matter how bad the situation is in the future, it will never be out of my expectation, so back then..."

When he said this, he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Mei Liusheng knew very well in his heart that even though he was framed by others, Xie Yu and the others were innocent.

But the reason why such a disaster was incurred has nothing to do with their own personalities?

Compared with Su Qinglang, Xie Yu and the others are actually not suitable for officialdom. The world is difficult and people's hearts are sinister. With a pure heart, throwing oneself into the court is tantamount to flying moths into the flames. How can they accomplish great things?

Sure enough, he ended up hurting himself and his family, but Su Qinglang was so innocent, he had nothing to do with him, yet he still had to bear all of this.

If it wasn't for Xie Yu, for those people, with Su Qinglang's shrewdness, how could he have come to the current situation, a dilemma, every move, every move is a dead game.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Su Qinglang sigh softly: "Brother Mei, since you and I are best friends, and you have saved me with all your might, I will tell you the truth today, and forget it after you hear it." , I will never bring up the past. "

Mei Liusheng responded in a low voice, and then said: "The most important thing for you now is to take care of your body and stop thinking about it."

Su Qinglang smiled lightly, lowered his eyes, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Will it be alright..."