thieves

"How can we win the trust of King Chen in the grassy rivers and lakes, and how can we meet King Chen in person at Jiuzhangtai?" After the banquet, Zhou Ji invited Song Huai alone to discuss secretly in the hall. Song Huai stood leaning against the door and asked questions.

Zhou Ji said: "I don't know if the righteous man has heard of the battle of Bowangpo in Chenyue? At the beginning, Wei Yan, the general of the Yue Kingdom, and Xie Shenzhou, the uncle of Chen Wang, who was the general of the hussars, fought in front of the battle. Xie Shenzhou was seriously injured. Due to future troubles, he is now unable to walk independently and often needs help. Chen Wang once vowed to avenge his uncle's "revenge for hurting his stock", and if a righteous man goes forward with Wei Yan's head, he will gladly introduce him."

The muscles on Song Huai's face trembled, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "As far as I know, Wei Yan seems to be the uncle of His Highness the Crown Prince?"

Zhou Ji nodded solemnly: "It is true."

Song Huai's tiger's body trembled, is it true that those who make big things don't care about small things?I am ashamed, ashamed, and dare not be compared with His Highness.

Zhou Ji tilted his head slightly, pursed his lips, and said, "The righteous man thinks this act of sacrifice is too heartless?"

"Your Majesty has absolutely no such intentions. Don't think too much about it, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Song Huai immediately shook his head like a rattle, and laughed awkwardly.

Zhou Ji said sternly: "Now that my uncle is old and weak, he no longer looks like a general in the past, and he can no longer command thousands of troops to fight in front of the battle. If he knows that his life can change the peace of Yue, he will be happy. It’s too late, so why care about other things? If he dies on the couch at home in obscurity, that would be the tragedy of a hero’s end.”

"...It seems to make sense."

Zhou Ji said again: "After my uncle dies, I will set up a list to hunt down Yishi Song and announce to the world that my uncle died at your hands, and I will offer a thousand gold reward for your head. At that time, you will lead three thousand swordsmen to the state of Chen, then Easy as pie."

"Why do you need three thousand swordsmen? I, Song Huai, will surely be able to take down the head of King Chen and present it to His Highness." Song Huai's tone was as arrogant and conceited as ever. He paused, as if thinking of something, and said, "If If the assassination is successful and I return to Yue, will Wei Yan's death still be blamed on me?"

"The day when the righteous men triumphantly return, is the day when Ji will avenge your grievances and make you a marquis." Zhou Ji said solemnly.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness. I don't know where the abandoned empress dowager is now?"

"Righteous men, don't worry, I will announce to the world that I still respect her as the empress dowager and move to the palace. From then on, I will live a peaceful life without worrying about food and clothing," Zhou Ji said, "Come here, take the righteous men to Quyou Terrace to meet the deposed queen mother."

"Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Song Huai arched his hands together and saluted.

Zhou Jixu helped him, leaned closer to him and lowered his voice deliberately: "Although this abandoned queen mother is the most beautiful in the world, it's just that the beauty is old now, and she is no longer what she used to be. There are beauties for you to choose from, why should you waste your life's joy of love between men and women because of her?"

Song Huai blushed, and hurriedly thickened his neck: "Why does His Highness the Crown Prince say that? I am definitely not a womanizer, and the relationship between me and the abandoned Empress Dowager is definitely not the kind of relationship you think. If this is the case, I still hope that the Crown Prince Take it back!"

Zhou Ji smiled calmly: "It was Ji who was reckless, and Ji will apologize to you."

A group of people surrounded the bulletin board, whispering and discussing non-stop.

"Have you heard?"

"Isn't this all posted on the bulletin board? Who didn't see it, you think we are blind! How many broken characters do you think you know?"

"Stop making noise! ​​Quietly watch the list!"

"It is said that a thief sneaked into the mansion of Polu General Wei Yan and cut off his head. Now the officers and soldiers are looking for this thief everywhere, but so far there is no clue. His Royal Highness said on the list, if someone can take this thief Thieves, reward a thousand towns, give a thousand gold, and make a doctor. Be good! If I find this one who kills a thousand swords, will I be able to live my official life?"

"The list says what does this thief look like?"

"It looks like it," he coughed, "I really didn't say anything."

Everyone laughed.

"cut!"

"cut!"

"cut!"

"Where did you find this nonsense? Could it be that thieves still write their words on their faces? Speaking of which, thieves are thieves. The rule in the Tao is to only seek money and not kill. Why does this person have to get along with Wei Yan?"

"I don't know! Who can say for sure about the affairs of the Wang family? Wei Yan is dead, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince may still be having fun secretly. The entanglement between them, how can it be clarified overnight?"

"Ah!" Someone in the crowd sighed, ending the stand-up meeting.

It was so lively outside the palace, but it didn't affect the palace at all.

In the Fengtian Palace, Zhou Ji sat alone, looking at a human head in a wooden box. Fortunately, the guards washed it very clean and handled it very meticulously. s eyes.

"Uncle, you died well and wonderfully. If you hadn't heard that you were willing to die, do you think I would continue to hide the scandals you did?" Zhou Ji reached out and stroked Wei Yan's hair, tenderly Swallowing the words, as if greeting someone, is an understatement.

Outside the hall, red maple trees are all over the ground, and the palace people are running back and forth, stepping on them in a hurry, making a "click, click, click" sound, which adds to the chill of autumn.

Zhou Ji took a look and smiled as usual, but his face was as pale as paper. He grabbed Wei Yan's hair suddenly, and gently opened his lips: "You have been dreaming of your heroic dreams until your death, but in fact, you, It's just an ant at the mercy of others. Uncle, do you think it's ridiculous? In fact, my life is more ridiculous than yours."

"Sometimes I always think, so what if I win the world, so what if I am subjugated as a slave, my life is like this, there is no fun at all. But if I have a hard time, why should I let the world have a good time?"

He closed the wooden box with his backhand, and laughed at himself: "It's strange, how could I tell you this, it's weird, it's weird."