He thought he was bewitched

The torrential rain poured down from the dark sky, and the white mist seemed to drown the sky and the earth, but the sound of the huge rain could not suppress the constant quarrels in the narrow meeting hall.

The dark brocade robe shone ominously in the candlelight, and Bianzhou Mushou emphasized at the same time with a loud voice: "I don't care about those excuses, the imperial court does not allow troops at all! If you dare to move, it will be a private deployment of troops, plotting a rebellion." Two words can't escape at all——

You are not afraid of death, I will sit with you when the time comes!My wife and children—”

"You ran away, where are the people!? What are they paying taxes and food to support you scum?! If you leave today, you may feel at ease when you face the bones of Manchuria in the future!?"

The general smiled ferociously when he heard the words, and stepped forward with a long sword drawn from his waist and pressed it directly on Mu Shou's neck: "I was an adjutant under Ye Shuai in the past, and I was scarred to protect my family and country. Only then did I realize that the human heart is sinister... What are common people to you people?"

Mu Shou trembled, but swallowed: "You...how dare you..."

"There are countless books of sages and sages, all of which are loyal to the emperor... What do you know!? What you say is all fallacy-if it misses the imperial court's plan..."

The thunder exploded, and under the bright white, the general's face looked like a ghost, and a jade pendant in his arms was exposed, shining green light: "I thought you were just cowardly, but I didn't expect you to be brainless!"

Just as he was about to exert strength in his hand, just before the blood was about to splatter, Mu Shou suddenly raised his head——

"There is no news from the teacher, and the situation in the DPRK is unclear. You sent troops today, but you don't know whose chess piece it is!"

"Who is your teacher!?"

Palace

Luo Hongchen stood in front of the corridor, and the water vapor brought by the wind stained her red cloak, smearing like blood.

She turned her head, looked at the old man who was firmly controlled by the guards, and asked with a smile, "How would your student choose? Prime Minister Zuo..."

The old man's angry expression gradually retreated, and he said firmly: "He will send troops."

"It was you who underestimated that prince... between Beirong and you, he never hesitated."

Chamber

Mu Shou grasped the blade tightly with his left hand, and said, "My teacher is the chancellor to the left."

"Since you are Ye Shuai's man, then I will trust you this time."

Without looking at the general's stiff expression, Mu Shou looked straight at the jade pendant, and asked firmly, "The prince wants to clear the emperor's side, right?"

Jiangnan.

Water drops fell from the tip of the bamboo leaves, with a crisp sound, the black pieces were placed on the chessboard, the whole situation was reversed, and the white pieces were unable to recover.

Ye Shuyi folded his arms and sleeves, and the person sitting opposite him was Yiyun, who was admitting defeat repeatedly.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, it is indeed a dead end in front of your Patriarch. If you solve the troubles of Beirong first, most of the army will be wiped out, and you will no longer be able to compete with the court in retrospect;

And if there is a chaos in the Xian'an court, the northern border will fall into the hands of Bei Rong, not to mention the lives of thousands of people, without the protection of the dangerous pass and the long river, it will be difficult to save the Central Plains. "

Yiyun was silent for a moment, and finally asked tentatively: "What do you think?"

Ye Shuyi glanced at him, saw the worry in his eyes, and finally couldn't help showing a very shallow smile.

However, it disappeared soon: "In my opinion, your Patriarch will directly overturn the chessboard."

Seeing Yiyun's confused face, Ye Shuyi explained: "Why can there only be black and white on the chessboard? And why can't white pieces be turned into black pieces? You need to follow the rules in chess, not in battle."

"He has never hesitated because of this, because in his opinion, after Beijiang and the imperial court are divorced, he will organize an army to fight Beirong;

How could the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty be willing to be controlled by a woman?So from beginning to end, what he needs to do is to deal with the source of the disaster. "

Speaking of this, Ye Shuyi had a few words in his heart - what's more, your Patriarch doesn't have so many people in his hands.

It is still possible to disturb a capital by relying on intrigue and treachery, and to fight Beirong... that is to send it off.

"Ignoring the court and the middle, how can the lord guarantee that Beijiang dares to deploy troops spontaneously, or that they can block Beirong's menacing attack."

"Because in the eyes of your lord, Beijiang belongs to me."

"When they are no longer plotted by enemies from within again and again, they will definitely have the power to fight the Beirong army."

Yiyun looked at the indifferent man in front of him who was holding tea, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Madam, you are really amazing."

With a sip of tea stuck in his throat, Ye Shiyi stood still for a moment, then lowered his eyes, and gently placed the teacup on the table, only to feel the sweetness filling his mouth, and the root of his tongue was full of bitterness.

He didn't ask Yiyun how he knew, but said slowly: "There is no need to talk about such absurd things in the future."

Yiyun was stunned, "But my lord, he really..."

"So?" Ye Shuyi raised his eyes.

Yiyun shut up silently.

Conspiracies and scheming, playing tricks, after all, can't compare with real swords and iron hooves.

When the palace gate was opened, Luo Hongchen had only this thought in his mind.

In fact, she had expected such a day a long time ago, when she got Ye Shuyi and actually saved Fu Tingya's life again, she had expected it.

Fu Tingya came with a sword, looked at the woman on the high platform, and said coldly: "I have released all the officials who were trapped in the palace by you."

"What? Are you surprised that I didn't threaten you with their lives?" Luo Hongchen walked down the steps step by step: "That posture is too ugly."

"It was more like a death struggle."

"The ending I want is at least a decent battlefield, like it is now."

The complicated and heavy palace skirts were dragged away layer by layer, and the exquisite embroidery was full of brilliance. Luo Hongchen turned her wrist, and a long whip appeared in her hand, and with a flick of it to the ground, there were cracks.

Fu Tingya drew the sword much faster than she imagined. It was as imposing as a long star, furious as a thunderbolt, so fast that it split the sky and ignited a fire like a dragon. Such a brilliant sword forced her to use her most wonderful sword directly. With the most dexterous and exquisite movement, he swung his body from the air, the long whip flew up like a snake, hooked the roof beam of the palace, and swung with all his strength!

The gorgeous palace dress that was taken off was instantly burned to ashes by the flames, the long severed hair spread all over the floor, Luo Hongchen turned from mid-air, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

This is not the same as she imagined, Fu Tingya is much more powerful than she thought.

Luo Hongchen quickly retreated, but Fu Tingya's attack was too fast. The long sword and the snake whip hit each other continuously, making crackling noises, exploding broken bricks all over the floor, and the chill bursting into flames. Luo Hongchen dodged in embarrassment, locked tightly, and shouted unwillingly: "When did you have such martial arts—"

Fu Tingya did not answer, his whole body was as cold as coming from a glacier and desolate valley, the long sword in his hand swung its brilliance like snow, and the clothes and dresses on Luo Hongchen were scattered like flames and red flowers swept by the cold wind. No matter how anxious Wu was, she couldn't stop the sword marks that almost pierced her bones. Luo Hongchen could feel the hatred and determination on the sword. She dodged frantically, and finally realized that this was not a duel, but revenge.

She was unwilling to fail so quickly and miserably, and wanted to find something that could be used as a bargaining chip, but while she was half distracted, she was struck in the throat by a sword.

Facing Fu Tingya's expressionless eyes, Luo Hongchen opened his mouth in despair, as if he wanted to ask something.

However, the other party didn't give her this chance, the long sword pierced her neck, the pain and coldness hit her quickly, and her eyes burst into blood red.

"He won't hate you."

"He will only regret that he once fell in love with someone like you."

Fu Tingya retracted his sword and sheathed it, and saw a tear falling from the corner of the corpse's eye.

He raised his hand and saw himself trembling.

Because he hated him so much that he couldn't dispel it until death, and hated him so much that he uttered those heart-breaking words at the end.

He hated Luo Hongchen's tricks, and also hated his own stupidity.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Emperor Longyuan did not die.

Just lying on the bed, unable to move, unable to speak.

So compared to curing him, the crown prince's succession has become a matter of more concern to everyone.

More than three months had passed since that day when Fu Tingya finally dealt with the chaos in the palace and sent food and reinforcements to Northern Xinjiang.

So soon someone discovered that they had been working hard for three months and had been dealing with government affairs non-stop, and the new regent who had rectified the rebel party was gone.

The official who was entrusted by the ministers with the important task of persuading the regent to take care of his health was expressionless.

Fu Tingya was on his way to Jiangnan.

He couldn't wait to see Ye Shiyi.

Want to bring him to his side.

I want to ask for a compliment.

Want a lot.