Chapter 1 A Change of Perspective

阿Ming once asked if something was missing.

Something was indeed missing; his name was Xue San.

Small, short, and long.

Si Niang replied, "No."

It wasn't that Si Niang hadn't noticed that Xue San wasn't there, but that she thought it was normal for Xue San not to be there.

Either he was already dead, riddled with arrows like a honeycomb when breaking through, or he had gone to the place he should go to, to do the things he should do.

As an assassin, he should, of course, be hidden.

The last time he launched a suicidal charge against Chen Daxia at Yin City Post was out of desperation, but now:

A city, with its people panicking; outside the city, flashing blades.

This was a complex and chaotic night, also the favorite backdrop for assassins.

Xue San,

He was inside the city.

At first, he wanted to go to the city gate, he wanted to take the opportunity to kill that Qian person general, because he gave people a completely different feeling.

The reason why this city could still be defended, with a group of soldiers who had long been panicked, was all because that general was maintaining it alone.

But there were too many people around that general, and that general was very sharp, never revealing any flaws. Xue San observed for a while and still didn't choose to attack.

Because there was a certain probability of failure, and if he was captured alive and hung on the city gate, Xue San wasn't interested in letting his lord and the others have a "Saving Private Xue San" drama like Li Yunlong assaulting Ping'an County. Most importantly, his lord didn't have an Italian cannon.

As an assassin, he had enough patience.

This patience was so great that he could even leave the city wall and wander around the city.

Just walk, just look.

The moonlight shone on Xue San's body, casting a three-legged shadow behind him.

In fact, Xue San wasn't flustered at all. He liked this feeling very much. You're all fighting and killing, and I'm strolling around here. The wonder of it is beyond words.

Xue San first went to the yamen (local government office), which was already empty.

This was expected, after all, his lord and that jiangshi (undead) had killed people here last time, a group of officials.

Now that the Yan people had come to the city again, these officials naturally couldn't hide here again.

In addition, because the business route was cut off and the city had been breached before, many "residents" had actually left. Therefore, this border military city finally had a bit of the desolation that it should have had.

Xue San wanted to find that pillar,

He found it,

But discovered traces of newly applied paint.

Xue San found a brush and ink in the room,

And wrote on the pillar again:

"Zheng Fan, the Shoubei (garrison commander) of Cuiliu Fortress, Yinlang Commandery, Great Yan, toured here with his great general Xue San."

Xue San felt that this line was a bit silly,

But he wasn't repulsed by this silly feeling.

Regardless of whether his lord and the others could break into the city tonight, the words had already been left behind by himself.

Just like many people who go out to travel in later generations, it's hard to tell whether they really want to travel and relax or just want to take a photo and post it on their WeChat Moments.

Xue San smacked his lips,

Put down the brush and ink,

And walked forward,

His figure,

Slowly disappeared.

………

"Your Highness, are you cold?"

Wen Le was shivering from the cold, but still took off a brocade robe from his body and wanted to put it on Prince Fu.

"Take it away, your clothes are so small, keep them for yourself."

Prince Fu kicked Wen Le while sniffling.

The two of them were now hiding in a stable.

Once, Mianzhou City was a transfer point on the Silk Road. Goods from the East and West exchanged through Qian, Yan, and the desert. Mianzhou City was once prosperous because of this.

However, first the Yan people broke into here, and then the fierce friction on the border between the two sides continued to escalate. Naturally, the business route was cut off.

Although big merchants probably had other ways and abilities to transfer goods out even at this time, they must be taking secret routes and could no longer openly pass through the city.

Therefore, the warehouses in this city were already empty, and the stables that were originally used to feed mules and horses were also empty.

However, the smell inside was still very unpleasant. Those years of horse manure were probably already fused with the wall tiles, indistinguishable from each other.

Prince Fu was lying in the straw pile at this time, and Wen Le was leaning against him.

The two guards who were originally left by the prince's side had been sent by the prince to check the situation at the city gate.

"Your Highness, do you think Meng Gong can defend the city?"

"Meng Gong has great talent, he should be able to, right?"

Related to his own life and safety, Prince Fu wasn't very sure.

He was sure that Meng Gong was a talented person. In fact, among the confidants who had followed the Tattooed Minister back then, although most of them were suppressed and scattered, the small number of people who remained had performed very well in the suppression of rebellions and responses to other military conflicts in various parts of Qian in recent years.

That Tattooed Minister was like a brand. Heaven knows how he managed to recruit so many heroes to gather under his command and serve him.

Prince Fu also had informants in the court, which wasn't surprising, every family actually had them.

Therefore, he knew that as the Yan people became more and more aggressive, the Chancellor Han in the court was not having a good time these days.

The Tattooed Minister fell into the hands of his Chancellor Han, which was once the achievement that Chancellor Han was most proud of back then.

Before that martial artist had completely become a powerful minister or a big warlord, he had eliminated the hidden danger that might disrupt the Qian Dynasty.

Originally,

The direction of the court at the time was,

After the chaos in the southwest was quelled, the Tattooed Minister would be sent to the three towns in the north.

A northern expedition was probably impossible, it really was impossible.

The Yan people, as victors, might not have a deep feeling, but the Qian people had never forgotten the tragic ending after Emperor Taizong led an army of 500,000 men on a northern expedition.

It was really like the sky had fallen, and its shadow still shrouded them to this day. And you should know that that time, it was launched while the main force of the Yan people was fighting a decisive battle with the barbarian royal court in the desert, but it was still defeated and driven back by the Yan people.

Now, the threat of the desert royal court to the Yan people was beginning to decrease, and the infighting in the Jin kingdom led to the further decline of the Jin kingdom's national strength, and at the same time, it seemed a bit silent to the outside world.

Back then, when people were busy fighting with both hands, you went up to sneak attack and were kicked back. Now that people are just sitting there waiting for you, how dare you take the initiative to provoke them?

The West Garden outside Yanjing City was the best proof of Qian's attitude towards Yan. Although the court promoted that the Yan barbarians admired the culture of Da Qian and begged us to build one for them to see, the upper echelons actually knew what was going on.

Originally, Da Qian wanted to wait for the Yan kingdom to slowly weaken on its own. The Yan kingdom had many problems, the clans and the regional warlords were all extremely troublesome problems.

But the most deadly thing was that Qian's own problems were also numerous. The three redundancies had been mentioned for many years, and two reforms had been carried out, but neither had any effect.

Wouldn't it be nice for the two brothers to slowly compare who was worse?

Holding hands, rotting together slowly, you can't beat me, and I can't beat you.

Who knew that this generation of Yan Emperor would actually stand with the two Northern and Southern Marquis, after trampling the clans, the Yan people were equal to losing all shackles, it was clear that they were going to make a big splash.

At this thought, Prince Fu licked his somewhat dry lips.

At this time, the court officials and the official family seemed to remember that if the Tattooed Minister hadn't had such a dismal ending back then, if the person sitting in the position of the Three-Border Military Governor at this time was not Yang Laogou but that Tattooed Minister…

Alas, calculating the age, Chancellor Han, who was about the same age as the Tattooed Minister back then, was still hale and hearty, the Tattooed Minister was a martial artist, if he hadn't been executed, he should still be strong and healthy at this time, right.

At this time, a guard ran over from outside:

"Your Highness!"

"How's the battle?" Prince Fu asked immediately.

The guard swallowed and immediately said:

"Your Highness, the Yan people first broke into the city, but the local soldiers drove the Yan people out of the city."

"Good!"

Prince Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Le also felt relieved and immediately got up, and together with that guard, "pulled" the prince out of the straw pile.

"This prince wants to reward Madame Daxi, ouch, my legs are numb, my legs are numb..."

The prince leaned against the stable railing and sat down, the railing made a sound of grievance, this thing that used to tie horses actually couldn't bear Prince Fu's weight.

"Ouch, sit for a while, sit for a while, this prince is a little dizzy."

After great joy and great sorrow, a little high blood pressure.

"In this way, the Yan people are nothing more than that, at least, not as terrible as we used to think." Wen Le said.

Prince Fu smiled and said:

"The Yan people's most powerful Northern Garrison Army hasn't moved yet."

"But Your Highness, our Western Army hasn't come yet either."

The Northern Garrison Army was the pride of the Yan people, and the Western Army was the hope of the Qian people.

"Yes." Prince Fu nodded.

As a Qian person, he naturally hoped that his country would be well, after all, Prince Fu didn't have the intention to rebel. Under this premise, naturally, it was that Qian could last for ten thousand years.

"This subordinate wants to congratulate Your Highness, Your Highness personally commanded the retreat of the Yan people as soon as he arrived in Mianzhou City!"

Wen Le immediately cupped his hands and congratulated Prince Fu.

"Hehehe."

Prince Fu laughed, but still shook his head and said:

"Just mention it lightly, this prince just wants a little fame, so that those civil officials know that we Zhao family still have some backbone."

This reputation was naturally needed, but it couldn't be too much, after all, it was impossible for Prince Fu to lead troops as a Prince, that was too sensitive, courting death!

After kneading his feet for a while, and chatting casually and easily for a while,

At this time,

Another guard ran over panting, with hesitation in his expression.

The quality of the prince's guards was naturally incomparable to the imperial guards in the palace. Prince Fu should have been able to equip 2,000 private soldiers according to the regulations, but this was just according to the regulations. Prince Fu had "embezzled" this money early on, dismissed most of the prince's guards and began to receive empty salaries.

"What happened again?"

Prince Fu asked immediately.

"Your Highness, the local soldiers chased out of the city and were defeated by the Yan people!"

"Ah!"

Prince Fu was so frightened that he wanted to jump up, but he didn't succeed, instead, his body pressed down even more heavily.

"Crack!"

The wooden railing cracked directly, and the prince fell to the ground.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Wen Le hurriedly helped Prince Fu up with another guard.

"How's the city gate now?" Prince Fu's mind still remembered things.

"The city gate is still in our hands, General Meng led his troops out of the city to resist the enemy, and the Yan people didn't dare to enter the city. Now the city gate is closed."

"Huff... huff..."

Prince Fu reached out and stroked his chest.

Today, he had a really stimulating day, his blood pressure couldn't take it.

Prince Fu didn't know what high blood pressure was, but the doctor still told Prince Fu to avoid excessive joy and anger.

But there was no way to do this, after all, how many people in this world could face things related to their own life and death calmly?

"Madame Daxi has misled me."

Prince Fu sighed.

Originally, this was a real victory, and he could also get some credit from it, and also boost the morale of Qian's three borders.

Who knew that in the end, it would be this embarrassing situation again.

Could this really be said to be a victory or a defeat?

"Your Highness, as long as the Yan people haven't been able to enter the city, it's our victory." Wen Le reminded.

Prince Fu closed his eyes, nodded, and at the same time waved his finger at the first guard who came back,

Said:

"You go to the city gate again and keep an eye on the situation, and report back at any time."

"This subordinate obeys!"

That guard hurriedly ran out of the stable.

Wen Le looked at the prince with some worry and said:

"Your Highness?"

"Get up."

Prince Fu stood up and walked towards the straw pile.

The danger hadn't been eliminated, this prince still had to hide.

Wen Le and another guard naturally came over to help. Just then, the guard's body twisted unnaturally, and he fell to the ground with a "plop."

Prince Fu, who had already sat down in the straw pile, trembled again when he saw this scene, his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't say anything.

Wen Le subconsciously took a few steps back, pressed down with one hand, and actually drew a soft sword from his belt, and a red light flashed on his body.

This wasn't even half the appearance of a weak scholar!

However, a black dagger appeared behind him and wiped his neck.

"Pfft!"

Wen Le's eyes widened. He never expected that the enemy was hiding behind him.

"Plop!"

Wen Le fell to the ground.

This talent who had been hiding by the prince's side, who had always been timid, who had always been afraid of things, and who only liked to talk big, when he had just revealed his true identity and was about to reveal his martial arts,

Before he had really used it,

Before he had had time to explain to Prince Fu,

Before he had dealt with Prince Fu's incomprehension and shock,

Before he had thrown out his Silver Armor Guard token,

Before he had told Prince Fu his helplessness, before he had let Prince Fu face himself in fear and trepidation, before he had lamented together about the changes in the world and the changes in fate;

In short, there were still many, many plots that hadn't been completed,

And then he died.

Xue San's figure walked out from behind Wen Le's corpse, "Hehe, that person was poisoned by me on the way back, it wasn't me who stabbed him with a knife."

Prince Fu's shocked gaze,

Shifted from the guard who fell to the ground at the beginning to Wen Le and finally, landed on Xue San.

Xue San played with the dagger in his hand,

And looked at the prince sitting in the straw pile with a smile,

Said:

"Your Highness? What kind of prince are you?"

"This prince... this prince... this prince..."

"Is the Emperor Qian's younger brother?"

"No... no..."

"Then older brother?"

A bitter smile appeared on Prince Fu's face, and said:

"Too far away..."

"Oh, the descendants of the old prince?"

"Yes, yes..."

"Tsk... then you're worthless."

Xue San scratched his back with the dagger.

"No... no... worthless... not... worth money... worth money..."

Prince Fu was already so frightened that he was a little demented, and couldn't even answer the questions smoothly.

"Tsk tsk, at least he's a prince? He shouldn't be that bad."

"Yes... yes..."

"Oh, good."

Xue San walked to the straw pile opposite Prince Fu, and imitated Prince Fu's appearance, and also sat in.

"Clang!"

Two daggers were inserted in front of Xue San,

Looked at Prince Fu, who was already pale with fright, smiled,

Said:

"How about I make a deal with you?"

"You are... where are you from?"

"I'm with the people outside."

"Yan people... Yan people?"

"Yes, I'm a Yan person."

A look of despair appeared in Prince Fu's eyes.

"Come, let's talk about our deal, let's just sit like this and chat, how about it?"

"Chat... chat?"

"Yes, you're too fat, I can't move you. How about this, let's just sit like this, chat, and brag.

If our people outside can't break into the city, I'll cut off your head and take it away;

If our people outside break in, I'll capture you alive."

"This... this prince..."

"Do you know, my lord is also a very good actor. Since he woke up in this world, he has been acting, and then the level of people he acted with began to get higher and higher.

A couple of months ago, he even went to Yanjing to act with a few movie emperors, and benefited a lot.

So, after the lord came back, he shared his experience with us. He said that acting needs a sense of substitution, it can be seven parts fake, three parts real.

Only then the acting is more realistic, more convincing, and harder to see through.

Do you know what this means?"

"No... I don't... this prince... doesn't know..."

Xue San shook his head,

Said:

"Stop pretending, you can't fool me, you know martial arts, can we talk properly, don't stutter on purpose, it's hard to listen to. I'm a Yan person, you're a prince of Qian, you have to put on some airs and demeanor in front of me, right?"

Prince Fu's desperate, flustered, and fearful gaze suddenly calmed down at this time,

As if he had become a different person,

His fat hands patted his sides, and a gust of air swept over, blowing away the straw around him.

Prince Fu leaned back slightly,

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

Looked at Xue San,

Said:

"Okay, this prince will chat with you."

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Xue San's face, pointed at Prince Fu and said:

"Good heavens, I just wanted to test you casually after seeing this Silver Armor Guard spy, you actually know martial arts?"

"............" Prince Fu.