The Ninety-Nine Bowl of Soup (Four)

Zhang Wen was rolling around on the ground, dust rolling out of the ground. Qinghuan raised his hand and fanned it, asking, "Does General Zhang still want to kill the prince now?"

"No, I don't dare! Young Master, please spare me! Young Master, please spare me! Ouch it hurts so much, Ouch it hurts so much!"

He screamed very tragically, Qinghuan whistled rapidly, and the pain disappeared instantly. Zhang Wenzheng was thrusting on the ground in pain, and after a while, he got up. This time he never dared to see Qinghuan with lustful eyes again, and his tone of speaking was pleasing.

He also treated the Hu people in this way, otherwise why did the Hu people not really occupy Western Xinjiang for so many years? Because they knew that with Zhang Wenzheng, Western Xinjiang was their supply land, but if the Great Zhou quit Zhang Wenzheng and changed him to another person, it would be impossible to guarantee that Zhang Wenzheng would stay forever, at least so that they could hold on. Moreover, in Western Xinjiang, the Hu people are noble people and can do whatever they want.

It's so cowardly.

Qinghuan smiled and said, "General Zhang doesn't have to be afraid. As long as you are obedient, the little bug is also very well-behaved and will not do anything to you."

"Then, can you take it out for me?" Zhang Wenzheng was so scared that his calves were trembling. Of course he was not afraid of insects, but that didn't mean he was not afraid of insects in his body! Especially the red dot was still rushing left and right, and he felt a chill on his back and numb all over. He didn't know what poison the insect was.

"I'm sorry." Qinghuan looked at him regretfully. "I'm afraid not."

"Why?! I'll give it to you whatever you want! Help me get the bugs out!"

"We don't need you to give it to you, we can get it yourself. But we think you still have some use, so we don't take your life for the time being."

This is very clear. Although Zhang Wenzheng can’t fight and has no brains, he understands Qinghuan’s meaning in a moment of life and death. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Song Jin: “I am willing to serve the prince! I am begging the prince to be magnanimous and spare me! I will never dare to do it again!”

"How come General Zhang speaks like this?" Song Jinxu helped him, and was kneeling down from Zhang Wenzheng. He sat on the chair with a faint expression. "In the future, I will not be able to use your place. You have to follow my orders. Of course, there will be no problem. Get up."

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Wenzheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his life was in his hands. Now he no longer dared to be arrogant. He stood aside obediently, lowered his head and waited for the call, not daring to say a word.

"Since General Zhang has surrendered to the prince, should these soldiers... be withdrawn?" Qing Huan asked. "After all, the young man has never seen any world. How scary is it to get this real sword and arrow."

You are not afraid of insects! You are still afraid of this! Zhang Wenzheng had ten thousand rebuttals in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a single word, so he quickly asked the soldiers to retreat.

He likes pleasure, and naturally he is most afraid of death. Now that his life is in his hands, he is willing to let him do some work, even if he wants him to eat shit, as long as he doesn't die, as long as he lives!

Zhang Wenzheng was arrogant at first and respectful at the time, and his attitude changed too much. When Song and Jin left, he humbly sent him outside the military camp, and then he met a smiling old man with a white beard and a cold-faced armored young man.

"General Zhang has worked hard in daily life. These two are the king's inner ministers. In the future, they will be allowed to stay in the military camp to assist General Zhang in handling affairs so as not to be exhausted."

The King of Xijiang said so much, what can Zhang Wenzheng do? He could only thank him with a bitter grudge, and he had to welcome him with a smile. For his life, he had to be obedient in the future - Xijiang King was going to undermine his military power. This old and young man didn't seem easy to provoke. Zhang Wenzheng regretted it so much that he lived a life of good fortune and did not violate the rivers of Xijiang King Jingshui. As a result, he actually brought himself in for the sake of a new emperor!

He just has no brains. If he had not taken action against Song Jin, Song Jin would not let him go for the 200,000 troops. If Zhang Wenzheng could really successfully kill Song Jin, the new emperor would definitely settle the score with him afterwards. The charges were all sent by Zhang Wenzheng himself - the murder of the former emperor's eldest grandson, the current King of Xijiang, do you think this crime is enough to kill the nine clans?

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

With Mr. Zhou, in time, the 200,000 army would never be just a powerful force. If you want to go back to the capital, you should still be able to do this slowly and not be too hasty. On the carriage back to the mansion, Song Jin chatted with Qinghuan: "Zhang Wenzheng is obedient, Feng Ruyuan doesn't know whether he can sit still."

The two of them were in a relationship, one loved lust and the other was greedy for money. They were really like each other and colluded with each other, regardless of the lives of the people. In the future, he would definitely settle the score with them.

Qinghuan poured himself a cup of tea: "I can't sit still, and I probably can't sleep either. Zhang Wenzheng was obedient. Feng Ruyuan had only two choices, either surrender to the prince or immediately send someone to notify the court. I have asked Mr. Fan to send someone to guard the passage out of the city. Once Feng Ruyuan sent a messenger, he would be stopped immediately. He could not receive a reply from the court or receive instructions. Naturally, he would know that everything was under the control of the prince. In order to survive, he would take the initiative to deliver it to his door."

Like Zhang Wenzheng and Feng Ruyuan, they don’t have any idea of ​​loyalty, patriotism, steadfastness and unyieldingness. They can interact with the Hu people for money and sex. To put it bluntly, this is evidence of the enemy's treason. Therefore, it is impossible to rely on them to persevere. Feng Ruyuan will come and surrender soon.

Song Jin handed her a piece of pastry. In Xijiang, having pastries is really a luxury. Even Song Jin usually only had two dishes and one soup for each meal, and he never wasted. The poverty and backwardness of Xijiang exceeded his imagination and became the biggest difficulty in returning to the capital.

Military power can be seized and power can be seized, but in this situation in Western Xinjiang, it is difficult to become his base, it is difficult to supply military supplies, and it may even be dragged down.

Qing Huan supported his chin: "It's too early to think about this matter now. The prince should wait until Feng Ruyuan comes to the door before talking about it."

As Qing Huan said, Feng Ruyuan hesitated for several days after hearing about Zhang Wenzheng's incident, and wrote a secret letter, which was rushed to the capital for 800 miles. However, the letter was stopped by Mr. Fan's people as soon as he left the city. Feng Ruyuan, who had not yet waited for the messenger to come back, wrote several secret letters one after another, but everything was sinking into the sea and nothing happened. Only then did he realize that the King of Western Xinjiang was not as easy to deal with as the new emperor said in the secret edict of the secret edict, and even his every move was under control.

He thought about it but still didn't know who he wanted to be loyal to. He was loyal to the new emperor, and he might not be able to leave the Western Xinjiang alive, but he could be loyal to the King of Xijiang. Compared with the scheming new emperor, Xijiang is still a young man of double ten years old. Can he really take back the throne? If he fails, he will still die if he waits for him!

Feng Ruyuan would never believe that the King of Xijiang would stay in Xijiang for the rest of his life and be this idle prince. How could it be? What a temptation is the throne? No one can refuse, let alone what should belong to the King of Xijiang was taken away. Can the King of Xijiang not hate it? But he is young and has little experience. How could he be the opponent of the new emperor? Just watch the new emperor lurking for so many years without saying a word, and then make a big splash among the princes who seized the throne, forcing the palace to ascend the throne with lightning speed. It can be seen how profound the person is. Isn’t he seeking death when he opposes the new emperor?

But if he goes against the King of Xijiang, he will die now.

In a dilemma, Feng Ruyuan, the sleek old fox, decided to go to see the King of Xijiang first and then make a decision.

He was the top three in the palace back then, and was valued by the late emperor and was appointed as an official in the Ministry of Personnel. It was a pity that he was born to love money. Because of selling official positions and titles, he was demoted by the late emperor to the poor and desolate Xijiang to suffer. But the late emperor probably didn't expect that Feng Ruyuan loved money to the core. Not to mention Xijiang, even if he killed him and made him a ghost, he would have to use sweet words to deceive other ghosts into burning paper money after his death.

I just love money, there is no way, so I have been here for almost twenty years. I am used to living here. The emperor is far away and no one cares. Don’t worry about getting drunk and talking nonsense one day. It will be heard from the emperor the next day, and his head will be gone.

Feng Ruyuan lived a comfortable life these days. It was the people who couldn't eat, but it was not him. He lived a good life.

But now, because of the arrival of the King of Xijiang, Lord Feng's beautiful life was finally disrupted, and he began to be distressed and confused. To be honest, he had long lost his energy and ambition when he was young, and he had no ambition. He only wanted money, wanted a lot of money, and then lived his own comfortable life. It would be best if Xijiang was forgotten by the court from then on.

Every year, he gave the Hu people some cloth, food, grass and good horses, so they would not come to fight, and they would not fight, so he, the seat of Taifu in the Western Xinjiang, sat peacefully.

Feng Ruyuan, before he saw him, Song Jin had already learned about his love for money. He thought Feng Ruyuan would be a philosopher, but when Feng Ruyuan took the initiative to come to ask for a meeting, he summoned Feng Ruyuan, and found that there was no philosopher in this person. Not only did he not, he was also full of books!

Unlike Zhang Wenzheng, who is tall and tall, Feng Ruyuan is seven feet long, with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful beards, and his conversation is in moderation. If he hadn't known this guy's true face, Song Jin felt that he would have been deceived and thought he was a noble and honest official. Did Grandpa Huang also be deceived by Feng Ruyuan's appearance back then? No wonder people say that people should not behave like a person.
Chapter completed!