Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum - Chapter 1001

The 99th Bowl of Soup Dream (4)

Zhang Wen was rolling around on the ground, rolling out the dust of a place, Qing Huan raised his hand and fanned it, and asked, “Does General Zhang still kill the prince now?”

“No, dare not! The son is spared! The son is spared! Ouch, it hurts to death, oops, it hurts to death!”

He screamed very tragically, Qing Huan blew a quick whistle, and the pain instantly disappeared. Zhang Wen was pumping painfully on the ground, and it took a long time to get up. This time, he didn’t dare to look at the joy with fascinated eyes anymore, and his tone of voice was flattering.

He treated the Hu people in this way, otherwise, why hasn’t the Hu people really occupied Western Xinjiang for so many years? Because they know that there is Zhang Wenzheng, Xijiang is their supply area, but if Da Zhou removes Zhang Wenzheng and replaces him, there is no guarantee. It is better to let Zhang Wenzheng stay there, at least so that they can handle it. Gotta live. And now in Xijiang, Hu is a noble person, and he can do whatever he wants.

It’s really fast.

Qing Huan smiled and said, “General Zhang don’t need to be afraid. As long as you are obedient, the little bug is also very good and won’t do you anything.

“Then, can the young man take it out for me?” Zhang Wenzheng was so scared that his calves trembled. Of course he is not afraid of bugs, but that doesn’t mean he is not afraid of bugs in his body! Especially when the red dot was still curiously smashing left and right, he felt a chill on his back, his whole person was numb, and he didn’t know what poison the bug was.

“I’m sorry.” Qing Huan glanced at him regretfully. “I’m afraid not.”

“Why, why?! I will give you what you want! Help me get the bugs out!”

“What we want, we don’t need you to give it, we can get it ourselves, but we think you still have something to use, so we won’t kill you for the time being.”

This is very clear. Although Zhang Wenzheng does not know how to fight and has no brains, but at the moment of life and death, he understood the meaning of Qinghuan in seconds, and quickly knelt down to Song Jin and kowtow: “The subordinates are willing to do the best for the prince. I beg the prince to be magnanimous and forgive his subordinates! Subordinates will never dare anymore!

“Why does General Zhang speak like this?” Song Jin gave a vacant help, and after Zhang Wenzheng’s kneeling bow, he sat in a chair with a faint expression. “In the future, this king will have to use your place. You only have to follow the king’s orders, and there will be no trouble. Get up.”

“Yes, yes!” Zhang Wenzheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, pinched Xiaoming in his hands, and now he didn’t dare to be arrogant anymore. He stood obediently on the side, bowed his head and waited for dispatch, without a word. Dare to say.

“Since General Zhang has returned to the prince, these soldiers… shouldn’t they also be withdrawn?” Qing Huan asked. “After all, Xiaosheng has never seen anything in the world. How scary it is to get this real sword and arrow in his hand.”

You are not afraid of bugs! I’m still afraid of this! Zhang Wenzheng had ten thousand rebuttals in his heart, but he dared not say a word, and quickly told the soldiers to retreat.

He likes having fun, and naturally he is most afraid of death. Now his life is in the hands of others, let alone let him do some work, he is willing to let him eat shit, as long as he does not die, as long as he lives!

Zhang Wenzheng’s attitude changed a lot. When the Song and Jin Dynasties left, he humbly sent him to the outside of the barracks, and then met a smiling old man with a white beard and a young man in armor with a cold face.

“General Zhang has a hard day-to-day hard work. These two are the king’s ministers. In the future, they will be allowed to stay in the barracks to assist General Zhang to deal with affairs, so as not to overwork the general.”

The king of Xijiang had said this to him, so what can Zhang Wenzheng do? He can only thank for his grievances, he has to smile and welcome him, and for his own life, he has to do his best to obey in the future-the king of Xijiang is going to give his military power to the sky, this old and young sees It wasn’t easy to get up. Zhang Wenzheng regretted his death. He lived his life well, not violating the rivers with Wangjingshui in Xijiang. In the end, for the sake of a new emperor, he even took himself in!

He just had no brains, if he didn’t attack Song Jin, Song Jin would not let him go for the 200,000 troops. If Zhang Wenzheng can really successfully kill the Song and Jin Dynasties, the new emperor will definitely settle accounts with him afterwards. The charges are all sent by Zhang Wenzheng himself-murdering the former emperor’s eldest grandson, the current king of Xijiang, you said that this culpability is not enough to punish him Nine races?

Only Zhang Wenzheng himself saw the momentary ease, but could not see the danger hidden behind the ease.

With Zhou Lao, given time, this 200,000 army will never be just powerful in number. If you want to go back to the capital, you still have to take care of the matter, and you can’t do it too hastily. On the carriage back home, Song Jin chatted with Qinghuan: “Zhang Wenzheng is obedient, and Feng Ruyuan doesn’t know if he can sit still.”

The two of them were stunned, one loves **** and the other greedy for money. They are really like each other. They are embarrassed, regardless of the life and death of the people. In the future, he will definitely settle accounts with them.

Qinghuan poured herself a cup of tea: “I can’t sit still when I sit, and I can’t sleep when I sleep. Zhang Wenzheng is obedient. Feng Ruyuan has only two choices, either to surrender to the prince, or to send someone to inform the court immediately. The old-school people guarded the way out of the city. Once Feng Ruyuan sent a messenger, he would be stopped immediately. He could not receive the reply from the court, and he could not get instructions. Naturally, he knew that everything was under the control of the prince. In order to survive, he would take the initiative. Delivered to the door.”

Like Zhang Wenzheng and Feng Ruyuan, there is no such thing as loyalty to the emperor, patriotism, and unyielding thinking. They can interact with the Hu people for the sake of wealth. This is a big deal, but it is evidence of collaborating with the enemy and traitor. Therefore, it is impossible to expect them to stick to it, and Feng Ruyuan will come to surrender soon.

Song Jin handed her a piece of pastry. In Xijiang, there are pastries to eat, which is really a luxury. On weekdays, even in the Song and Jin Dynasties, each meal is no more than two dishes and one soup, and it is never wasted. The poverty and backwardness of Xijiang surpassed his imagination and became the biggest difficulty in returning to the capital.

Military power can be seized, power can be seized, but Xijiang is in such a situation, it is difficult to become his base, it is difficult to provide military supplies, and it may even be delayed.

Qing Huan propped his chin: “It’s too early to consider this matter. The prince should wait until Feng Ruyuan comes to talk about it.”

As Qing Huan said, after Feng Ruyuan heard about Zhang Wenzheng, he hesitated for a few days and wrote a secret letter, 800 miles expedited to the capital, but the letter was stopped by Fan Lao as soon as he left the city. Down. Feng Ruyuan, who could not wait for the messenger to come back, wrote several secret letters in succession, but nothing happened, and he realized that the king of Xijiang was not as good as the new emperor’s secret edict said. Dealing with, even his every move is under control.

He thought about it, but he still didn’t know who he wanted to be loyal to. Loyal to the new emperor, he may not be able to get out of Xijiang alive, but he can be loyal to the new emperor. Compared with the new emperor, the king of Xijiang is still a two-year-old young man. Can he really regain the throne? If you fail by that time, those who are waiting for yourself are still dead!

It is said that the king of Xijiang will stay in Xijiang for the rest of his life. Feng Ruyuan would never believe that he would be the idle prince. How could it be that the throne is such a temptation that no one can refuse, not to mention that it should belong to him. The things of the King of Xijiang have been taken away, can the King of Xijiang not hate it? But he is young and has little experience, how can he be the opponent of the new emperor? Just seeing that the new emperor can lie silent for so many years, and then a blockbuster among the princes who have seized the throne, pushing the palace to the throne at a lightning speed, it is evident that the depth of his person is against the new emperor, isn’t it a death ?

But if he was against the king of Xijiang, he would die now.

In such an embarrassment, Feng Ruyuan, the sleek old fox, decided to visit the King of Xijiang first, and then make a decision.

He was one of the top three in the palace back then, and was valued by the first emperor. He was appointed as an official in the official department. Unfortunately, he was a natural lover of money. Because he was a man of officialdom, he was demoted to the impoverished and desolate western Xinjiang to suffer. But the Emperor Xian didn’t expect that Feng Ruyuan, a man who loves money and loves to his bones, let alone Xijiang, killed him and made him a ghost. After he died, he would have to use smart words to deceive other ghosts to burn paper money.

Just love money, there is no way, so this Xijiang has been here for almost 20 years. I am used to being here. The emperor is far away from the sky. I don’t have to worry about getting drunk and talking nonsense the next day. When it reaches the emperor’s ears, his head is gone.

Feng Ruyuan is living comfortably these days. It is the people who can’t eat, not him, and he is doing well.

But right now, because of the arrival of the King of Xijiang, Master Feng’s good life was finally disrupted, and he began to worry and began to be confused and hesitated. To be honest, he has long since lost his youthful spirit and ambition. He only wants money, he wants a lot of money, and then he can live his own comfortable life, it is best to be here in Xijiang, and he will be forgotten by the court ever since. Clean.

Anyway, every year the Hu people are given some cloth, food, grass, and good horses, they will not come to war, they will not fight, and he will sit securely in the seat of the Taifu in Xijiang.

Feng Ruyuan was a person. Before he saw him, Song Jin had learned about his love for money. He thought that Feng Ruyuan would be a man of money, but he waited until Feng Ruyuan took the initiative to come to see him. He summoned Feng Ruyuan and found him. There’s no such thing as a good guy, not only there is none, but also full of books!

Unlike Zhang Wenzheng, who was a tall man, Feng Ru was originally seven feet long, with good-looking eyebrows, with a beautiful beard, and a good conversation. If he hadn’t known the true face of this servant, Song Jin felt that he would be deceived and thought he was a man. The upright and upright official–was Grandpa Huang also deceived by Feng Ruyuan’s appearance back then? No wonder people say that people shouldn’t look good.