Chapter 792 Execution!

"Drag him down and castrate him!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

Two Jinyi (imperial bodyguards) stepped forward, restrained Nian Yao, and dragged him outwards.

The dragged General Nian did not show fear or shout, but rather seemed puzzled and confused.

On the other hand, the Eighth Prince, sitting at the table, subconsciously squeezed his legs together.

"Hold on."

At this moment, the Blind Man's voice came from outside.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, then at Lord Zheng, but didn't stop their actions.

The Blind Man didn't stop them either, walking forward to salute Zheng Fan, followed by Gou Moli.

Gou Moli wasn't interested in pleading for leniency; instead, he watched Nian Yao being dragged on the ground with great interest, stroking his chin.

"Please, my lord, calm your anger; this can't be done."

The Blind Man advised.

A'ming, who was drinking blood, narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.

Zheng Fan looked at the Blind Man,

As Nian Yao was about to be dragged out,

He raised his hand,

And said:

"Release him."

"Yes, sir!"

"My lord is wise; a small impatience ruins great plans."

The Blind Man immediately offered a flattering remark.

"Heh."

Lord Zheng turned around and left the hall from the back.

Si Niang followed, stopping in front of the Blind Man.

The Blind Man asked with a smile, "Have you and Mo Wan succeeded recently?"

Si Niang snorted coldly, "Is that any of your business?"

The Blind Man said, "It should be successful. If that doesn't work, then pick a woman you like and have one for you."

Si Niang's phoenix eyes darted around,

And said:

"Did you have this idea long ago? Too bad you're a man; you wouldn't want to go from giving out talisman water to having talisman water given to you, would you?"

Her words were clearly laced with anger.

Obviously, the Blind Man's previous dissuasion was not pleasing.

The Blind Man raised both hands, indicating his surrender.

Si Niang walked past him, following the master who had already walked out.

The Blind Man then turned to face A'ming and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

A'ming stood up, looked at Nian Yao, then at the Blind Man. He was restraining his emotions and, in the end, didn't say a word and left.

The Blind Man pointed at the Eighth Prince and Nian Yao,

And said:

"Take them all down and keep them under strict guard."

"Yes, sir."

Afterward, the Blind Man also left.

Gou Moli jumped up and down on the threshold, just as the Sword Saint slowly walked out last.

"You're recruiting this kind of person too?"

The Sword Saint retorted to Gou Moli, "Then what kind of person do you think you are?"

"I'm what you call accepting defeat." Gou Moli argued, "Besides, I'm so pure, so innocent, so obedient and sensible. Can Nian Yao compare to me?"

"None of my business."

The Sword Saint found the excitement boring and planned to go back to sleep.

Gou Moli still wanted to talk, chasing after him and saying:

"This isn't right, this isn't right. Why, why!"

"Are you jealous?" the Sword Saint asked.

"I just think that this doesn't seem like the style that the master would exhibit."

"People can't have everything go their way. Sometimes, they have to make trade-offs." The Sword Saint could understand this.

Isn't there a saying: when you are in jianghu (the martial world), you can't help yourself.

"Sigh."

Gou Moli sighed deeply.

"What's wrong?"

"Suddenly, I feel like the moon in the stable isn't so bright anymore."

...

The Eighth Prince and Nian Yao were locked up together in the Fan residence's underground prison.

This prison had once held a Princess of Da Chu, and now it was being used to imprison a Da Chu general and a prince.

Outside, a group of Jinyi were guarding, and when the Blind Man returned, he also brought a troop of soldiers from Liang Cheng to control the Fan residence.

With this level of defense, it would be almost impossible even for someone of the Sword Saint's level to come and rescue them.

Nian Yao was still tied up, but the Eighth Prince was treated as a "relative" of Lord Zheng and was not only given a full meal but also not bound.

The Eighth Prince was also a warm-hearted person. Seeing Nian Yao bruised and swollen and in great pain, he took the initiative to help Nian Yao untie the bonds, but after trying for a long time, he couldn't untie them because he was weak.

The ropes used by the Jinyi were designed by Xue San himself, specifically for binding experts.

The Eighth Prince even used his teeth in the end, but he still couldn't tear them open at all; instead, he made them tighter.

"Hiss... I appreciate the thought; please rest."

General Nian could only beg for mercy.

The Eighth Prince smiled sheepishly, sat down on the ground, looked at Nian Yao, and said:

"General, you have bad luck."

His tone didn't contain any resentment that Nian Yao had abandoned him to escape.

Because Nian Yao had already told him the reason very directly at the time, and Nian Yao himself had said that he probably wouldn't be able to escape, but he had to try.

Most importantly,

They were both prisoners now, and it would be really boring to continue "tearing" at each other with resentment.

Nian Yao wanted to say that he had bad luck,

But what flashed in his mind was A'ming's calm gaze after he had used a blade to cut A'ming's neck;

Alas,

It wasn't just bad luck.

"This is good too; I was afraid that Your Highness would be lonely here, so your servant will keep you company."

"Come on, I can't afford it now; we're already here, so don't call yourself a servant anymore, and I won't call myself 'I' anymore. Prisoners are prisoners. Let's not be self-abandoning or self-pitying, but let's not engage in these stinky formalities either, lest people laugh at us for no reason."

Nian Yao joked:

"We have to make them think that my Da Chu is a land of ceremony, right?"

"Hehe, this is usually used to describe Qian."

The Eighth Prince rubbed his wrist, which was a little sore from trying to untie the ropes earlier, and continued:

"Actually, for a country, being called a country of tigers and wolves, a country of jackals and wolves, is a kind of praise.

A land of ceremony is like a young woman who isn't very good-looking and can only be said to have a good heart."

Nian Yao shook his head and said:

"A true land of ceremony is one with jackals and wolves as its bones and ceremony as its skin, pressing you to the ground with one claw and asking you if you understand etiquette.

Instead of being pressed to the ground by someone else's claw and asking them if they understand etiquette."

"Hehe, hahaha."

The Eighth Prince laughed.

Nian Yao also laughed.

"General, you're a slave, but you're not a slave; I know what a slave is like. You're like what you just said:

Jackals and wolves as your bones, wearing a layer of... a slave's skin!

Fourth Brother scolds you as a slave every time, but he's scolding you with a smile.

Furthermore, now that my Chu is in decline, I estimate that even Old Pillar of the Nation Dugu will be in grave danger; there aren't many beams left in the facade of the Chu aristocracy.

This should have been your chance.

A great general isn't the highest position; you know Fourth Brother's temper and capacity."

"What is Your Highness worried about?"

"Isn't it obvious? Marquis Pingxi and that blind strategist are putting on a show together; what for?

General, you're a popular commodity.

Without you, Da Chu would lose a talented commander;

And if you were really recruited by that Marquis Pingxi, my Chu would..."

Nian Yao was too familiar with Chu, and he had been managing the imperial guards for a long time, so he had connections.

Most importantly, he was good at infantry formations.

Yan's iron cavalry was the best in the world; there was no room for doubt about that.

But Chu had many mountains and plains in the north, suitable for cavalry, but the central and southern regions had well-developed water systems, and Yan's cavalry would find it difficult to exert its effectiveness on flat ground.

And if Yan had Nian Yao, whether training future infantry formations or accepting surrendered Chu generals and soldiers, it would be like raising a banner.

Losing one's own shield was already very painful;

If this shield were to run to the other side and be used by the enemy, it would truly be a case of one side losing and the other gaining.

"Your Highness thinks that I will surrender to Yan?"

"That depends on what you think, General. You're Fourth Brother's slave, but you're also the person Fourth Brother values and trusts the most. Fourth Brother treats you well."

"That's interesting. Qu Peiluo, the eldest son of the Qu family, which has enjoyed wealth and honor with the country for hundreds of years, as a true top aristocrat of Da Chu, even he surrendered;

I, Nian Yao, am just a slave; why can't I surrender if an aristocrat can?"

"I just said, you're not just a slave."

"But in the end, I'm still a slave. Alas, Your Highness, you were born noble. You've seen romance, you've admired the edge of the battlefield, you've walked roads, you've crossed rivers;

But do you know that

The soles of your shoes

Have always been clean, without even a speck of mud or dust."

"I admit it, but it doesn't matter, because I'm a waste. I can kneel, I can lie down, and I can shamelessly call him brother-in-law, begging him to do me a favor and let me go back;

Just be a waste and eat an extra share of Chu's imperial rations.

You're not."

"Alas, there's no point in talking about this; you still don't understand."

"I only understand that the general's wife and children are still in Yingdu. I only understand that the general is important to Da Chu. You can understand that I'm threatening you now; I have to play this villain; I have to say these villainous words. Please forgive me."

"Threatening people with their wives and children is useless; if a wife is gone, you can marry again; if a child is gone, you can have another. Someone who truly cherishes life and fears death wouldn't care about this.

But Your Highness, you have to be clear that in my Da Chu, there are very few slaves like me; most slaves actually live... muddleheadedly.

In the early years, when the Qingluan Army was still around, and the elites of each family were still around, the Four Pillars of the Nation held up the sky for Da Chu.

Now, the pillars are collapsing one after another;

Oh, right, the words I said to Your Highness yesterday were the words I wanted you to convey to His Majesty. Did you tell Marquis Pingxi?"

"I told him; in order to eat my fill."

"Mm, but now, I have new ideas. His Majesty is wise."

"Oh?"

"The Four Pillars of the Nation have withered one after another, and Yingdu has been burned, shaking the foundation of Da Chu. Fortunately, His Majesty established the tone of suppressing and weakening the aristocracy early on, promoting people outside the aristocracy into the court and recruiting them to work for the country, as if assimilating the Shanyue people into Da Chu.

Otherwise,

Just one Marquis Pingxi, he alone could be worth 100,000 troops!

It's not to say that he's good at fighting; when it comes to fighting, I, Nian Yao, am still not convinced in my heart. I lost, and only lost in this half a day; I lost, and only lost in the fact that Yan's cavalry can run rampant in my Chu's northern lands, with no one to stop them. I'm not reconciled; I really want to have another battle, leading the imperial guards, and fight Zheng Fan properly before I'm satisfied.

Ah, I'm digressing.

Zheng Fan alone can be worth 100,000 soldiers because he has risen step by step from the status of commoner to his current position."

"My Da Chu also has great generals from humble origins, doesn't it?"

"It's different."

"How is it different?"

"The current Yan Emperor's princes have to salute him, Zheng Fan, when they see him. The great generals of Chu have to kowtow to you when they see you."

"..." Eighth Prince.

"Alright, Your Highness, don't overthink it; if I want to surrender, you can't control it, and if I don't want to surrender, what you say is just nonsense. You just obediently and honestly listen to your brother-in-law's words;

When the time comes,

Maybe your brother-in-law will send you back to bring a message to His Majesty.

Let's sleep, let's sleep;

There's no water bucket in this prison; save some saliva, or you'll have a dry mouth tonight."

General Nian turned to the side and went to sleep.

The Eighth Prince shook his head and climbed onto the bed.

His sister had also slept on that bed.

After lying on the bed, he looked at Nian Yao, who was sleeping on the ground and still bound;

The Eighth Prince then got off the bed and lay down on the ground.

But after lying on the ground for a while, he felt that this was too deliberate, so he returned to the bed.

But after lying on the bed, he felt uncomfortable all over;

Enraged, the Eighth Prince kicked several times at the air, then closed his eyes, facing down.

...

The next day, until noon, no one came to deliver water, and no one came to deliver food.

The Eighth Prince was hungry, which he could bear, but the key was that he was dying of thirst.

General Nian leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and didn't speak.

"Alas."

The Eighth Prince was a little helpless.

At this moment, the prison door was opened.

The Sword Saint walked in, carrying a food box in his left hand and a bucket of water in his right.

As soon as the bucket of water was placed down, the Eighth Prince rushed over without regard for anything and buried his face in it, drinking wildly.

The Sword Saint opened the food box; inside were steamed buns, porridge, and pickles. They weren't exquisite, but there was a large quantity.

The Eighth Prince, with a swollen belly from drinking, sat back down, picked up a steamed bun with a smile, took a big bite for himself, and then picked up another one and brought it to Nian Yao's mouth.

Nian Yao took a bite, frowning slightly; it was too dry.

The Sword Saint untied a bulging water bag from his waist and handed it to the Eighth Prince.

The Eighth Prince took the water bag, pulled out the stopper, and fed Nian Yao water, while also curiously saying:

"There are really a lot of things for holding water."

The Sword Saint said "Oh" and

Said:

"That's the jingtong (chamber pot) prepared for you."

"..." Eighth Prince.

The Eighth Prince didn't bother to continue feeding water and eating steamed buns and turned his head to vomit.

The Sword Saint clapped his hands,

Said:

"Alright, I'm leaving."

The Sword Saint didn't say anything and left the prison.

The Eighth Prince stopped vomiting after a while and began to continue feeding the immobile Nian Yao to eat and drink with a bitter face.

"General, it seems that Marquis Pingxi really wants to recruit you. He let the Sword Saint deliver food to us, and the meaning is very clear."

"What meaning?" Nian Yao asked.

"The Sword Saint is a Jin, but now, he has been staying by Marquis Pingxi's side; Marquis Pingxi's intention is to let you take the Sword Saint as an example and stay by his side in the future."

"Oh, is that so?"

"I don't believe you didn't see it, General."

"I was only focused on looking at the jingtong."

"..." Eighth Prince.

In the evening,

Someone came to deliver food again.

It was Gou Moli.

Gou Moli was different from the Sword Saint; he was talkative and could chat.

They chatted until midnight before Gou Moli left.

When he left, he replaced the jingtong for them, took out the old one, brought in a new one, and pointed at the bucket, specially saying:

"This is a jingtong."

"..." Eighth Prince.

After Gou Moli left,

The Eighth Prince was a little emotional.

He knew Gou Moli; once, on a pleasure boat outside Jade Plate City, Gou Moli had knelt before him, calling himself "Little Gouzi" and greeting him.

Now,

It was truly thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river (a saying that fortune changes).

Nian Yao also asked:

"Is he the Wild Man King?"

"Yes." The Eighth Prince didn't hide it.

Nian Yao nodded.

"It's very obvious." The Eighth Prince said, "The Sword Saint of Jin, the Wild Man King, hehe."

Nian Yao also smiled.

...

Another day passed;

Jin Shuke came to deliver lunch.

He should have wanted to chat more;

After all, he wasn't the Sword Saint and didn't have the confidence to just not chat, so he could only awkwardly chat to kill time;

But fortunately, after awkwardly chatting, Jin Shuke began to ask Nian Yao about infantry formations;

Nian Yao answered some of Jin Shuke's questions.

Jin Shuke was very satisfied and simply didn't leave, continuing to ask for advice.

He was always asking, and Nian Yao was answering.

There was actually nothing to hide about this; teaching the skills of fighting couldn't be like a martial arts master imparting gongfu (internal energy); you couldn't suddenly open up your Ren and Du meridians.

Back then, when King Jingnan taught Lord Zheng military tactics, he also kept him by his side, letting him watch non-stop, practice non-stop, and try non-stop.

Talking about war on paper was too easy and too impractical.

However, Jin Shuke's talent for commanding troops was visibly high, and he was indeed greatly inspired.

At dinner, someone came to take over; it was Fan Zhengwen.

After the two left together,

The Eighth Prince sighed;

"Yesterday, it was a Jin and a Wild Man; today, it's a Man and a Chu. Marquis Pingxi is showing General that he truly uses talent without regard to background."

...

Another day passed;

The one who came to deliver lunch was Qu Peiluo.

This former eldest son of the Qu family didn't speak; he just put down the food box and sat there.

Nian Yao and the Eighth Prince didn't talk to him either. Everyone was enjoying the rare silence at this moment.

Before Qu Peiluo was about to leave, he said:

"Actually, I don't really want you to come."

The Eighth Prince spoke first: "Are you afraid that the general will take your place?"

Qu Peiluo didn't deny it and left.

In the evening,

The Blind Man came.

Because on that day, the Blind Man had dissuaded the angry Lord Zheng, and with the foreshadowing of the past few days, at least at this time, everyone's chat was still quite harmonious.

From the art of governing the country to romance, the Blind Man chatted with them very happily.

Before leaving,

The Blind Man asked:

"General, have you thought about it?"

The General didn't speak.

The Blind Man left.

The Eighth Prince lay on the bed and said, "Dead slave."

Nian Yao looked up, looking at the Eighth Prince.

"Alas, to tell you the truth, I even want to surrender."

"Then surrender."

"But why would they want a waste like me? Right, have you thought about it?"

Nian Yao shook his head,

Said:

"Let's see."

...

At noon the next day, a team of Jinyi came in and took Nian Yao and the Eighth Prince out of the dungeon. After being imprisoned in the cold and humid dungeon for several days without sunlight, at this time, there was an unreal feeling of being reborn.

The Eighth Prince said, "Marquis Pingxi is probably putting on a show."

However, they weren't taken into the hall next, but were taken out of the Fan family. The Jinyi escorted them all the way out of Fan City.

When they reached the outside of the city, the Sword Saint was personally responsible for escorting them. The team headed south from Fan City.

When they arrived at the place,

There, a large army was already waiting in an orderly array. At the front, there was a high platform.

And to the south of the Yan army, the Chu army flags could be vaguely seen. Lord Zheng had led his troops into Chu and all the way west, defeating Dugu Mu outside Fan City, and then delayed in the city for several days.

The Chu army had opened up one after another, but the Chu people didn't dare to attack rashly at this time, but instead established a camp in the south;

The scouts of both sides were mutually entangling at the intersection of their forces, but the Yan people didn't seem to have any preparations to intercept the scouts and start a war immediately, and the Chu people didn't have the confidence to attack out of the camp;

Both sides maintained a restraint.

The Sword Saint handed Nian Yao and the Eighth Prince over to the guards, letting the guards continue to escort them onto the high platform. On the high platform, the double-headed eagle flag of the Pingxi Marquis's mansion and the black dragon flag of Da Yan were erected.

In addition, Marquis Pingxi himself, wearing black armor, stood on top, leaning on Wuyai.

The Sword Saint looked at the Blind Man beside him,

Said:

"Why do this?"

The Blind Man said, "Because it's fun."

"Fun?"

"Yes, what kind of people are we? As an old neighbor, don't you know?"

Saying this,

The Blind Man peeled an orange and handed half of it to the Sword Saint; the Sword Saint took it.

The Blind Man divided the remaining orange in half again and handed it to Gou Moli; Gou Moli swallowed it in one gulp.

"Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." The Wild Man King seemed well-behaved and cute at this time.

"Is it as sweet as the moonlight in the stable?"

"Uh..."

The Blind Man smiled to himself, reached out, took out a small wine pot from his bosom, and handed it to A'ming, who was standing in front.

A'ming took a breath and shook his head.

It was rice wine of very ordinary quality.

The Blind Man said, "I brewed it myself."

A'ming hesitated for a moment, reached out, took it, and took a sip.

The Blind Man said, "Good wine still needs aging; the flavor is more lingering; isn't it?"

A'ming nodded.

The Blind Man put his hands in front of him and said:

"Actually, this isn't good; it will have very bad effects."

"Hehe."

The Blind Man added:

"But it's like a lot of Sichuan cuisine, which is heavy on oil and spicy, which is actually especially bad for the body, especially for that flower, but the people who like it are especially numerous. Do you know why?"

Without waiting for A'ming to answer,

The Blind Man directly said the answer:

"Because it's refreshing."

…

On the high platform;

Standing next to General Nian was the Eighth Prince, and standing next to the Eighth Prince was General Nian.

On both sides, military drums were being struck by strong men in the army at this time; the drumbeats were loud and rhythmic.

Then,

From the chief secretary of the central army downwards, the subordinate signal soldiers of various routes and the temporary group of loud-voiced soldiers entered the various military formations to be ready for orders.

Lord Zheng couldn't achieve "deafening" with just one word, but fortunately, he could rely on people to transmit the sound to ensure that his words could be passed to the ears of every soldier present.

After the drumbeats repeated three times,

Lord Zheng raised the knife in his hand, and the drumbeats stopped abruptly.

"Soldiers."

Below, the word began to spread.

The soldiers subconsciously straightened their chests.

And to the south, the Chu cavalry scouts obviously increased a lot, meaning that the Chu army was also very confused by the Yan's formation; it didn't seem like an attack, so what exactly were the Yan people doing?

"This marquis has never felt that I love my soldiers like children. This marquis's first child is still in the princess's belly and hasn't been born yet, so I really don't know what it means to love children."

After this passage was passed down, many soldiers showed smiles on their faces.

Gou Moli, standing below, whispered to the Sword Saint beside him:

"Every time I see my lord giving a military speech, I always have a feeling of seeing myself back then."

The Sword Saint said:

"He's better at fooling people than you are."

Lord Zheng continued:

"Fighting is fighting, right? If we don't fight, where will your military achievements come from? Can your wives and children eat well, drink well, and dress well?

Can you protect your family's life now?

We

Are all Qiuba (soldiers),

Are all warriors,

Living the life of tying our heads to our waists and risking our lives for wealth.

It's not surprising if anyone dies in battle,

Including this marquis;

Originally,

It wasn't anything, but this General Nian of Chu, he came in when he came in, but fighting, taking a small loss, isn't a big deal;

Not thinking carefully enough, being taken advantage of and losing troops, is also very normal.

But General Nian cut the defense general of the military village under this marquis and his deputy into human sticks and soaked them in wine jars.

Can you tolerate this!"

After a brief delay,

There were cries of "cannot tolerate" one after another,

And soon it converged into a neat cry:

"Cannot tolerate! Cannot tolerate! Cannot tolerate!"

At this time, the Eighth Prince's face suddenly became very horrified; things seemed to be different from what he had imagined!

Nian Yao remained silent, his expression solemn.

Lord Zheng raised his knife again,

And then,

The shouting stopped.

"The Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and people fight for a breath!

So,

This marquis is leading you,

Killing in like this!

We

Can die in battle,

But we must never be humiliated;

Whoever dares to humiliate us,

We will never understand the principles of swallowing our anger and considering the overall situation.

This is this marquis's temper, my temper all along, and it should also be your temper, because you are this marquis's soldiers, listening to this marquis's orders!

This marquis wants to tell you a principle,

People, this life is only a few decades; this marquis is unwilling to compromise, and I am unwilling for you to compromise.

Since we picked up our knives, mounted our horses, put on our armor, and carried our bows, wealth and honor, and promotion, aren't something everyone can have; it depends on fate, it depends on your own ability.

But this marquis,

Today,

Wants to tell you,

I can't guarantee anything else,

This marquis will guarantee one thing,

Following this marquis,

This marquis will guarantee that you won't suffer this kind of humiliation in this lifetime!

This marquis also wants to announce to the whole world today,

That no one can try to stand on Marquis Pingxi's head and shit!

Even if the Heavenly King comes,

It won't work!

Today,

This marquis declares to the world,

Anyone who dares to offend the majesty of my Pingxi Marquis's mansion will be punished, no matter how far away they are!"

The soldiers below all raised their weapons and shouted along:

"Punish them, no matter how far away they are!"

"Punish them, no matter how far away they are!"

For a time, the murderous aura was awe-inspiring, soaring straight into the sky.

Below,

Gou Moli smacked his lips and said with emotion:

"That's domineering."

As for whether the "majesty" inside violated any taboos, it didn't matter; who cared?

The Blind Man touched the tip of his nose; he had heard these words before.

Gou Moli added, "Actually, everything has two sides. It's better to consolidate oneself than to please the enemy. Don't the Zhuxia have a saying: 'To forge iron, you still need to be strong yourself.'"

The Blind Man asked back: "Are you comforting me?"

"No, heartfelt words, really; the reason why I lost back then, Xuehai Pass was one reason, Wangjiang was another, but in essence, it was still because our internal affairs were not united enough."

At this time,

After the shouting of the soldiers below subsided, Lord Zheng on the high platform

Said:

"For those who humiliate me, I will repay them a hundredfold to comfort the spirits of my comrades in heaven!"

After saying that,

Lord Zheng knelt on one knee,

And all the soldiers below knelt down.

But everyone raised their heads, looking at the high platform.

Lord Zheng, kneeling there, said:

"Execute."

"Yes, sir!"

Several soldiers forcibly flattened the bound Nian Yao and pulled down his pants.

The Eighth Prince was completely dumbfounded, and at the same time, his whole body was cold; this had been planned for a long time, and it was definitely not a temporary intention. The blind strategist's dissuasion that night wasn't about how humiliating the Chu general would have too bad an influence and be unchivalrous, but rather about dissuading a simple punishment; it wasn't satisfying enough!

Thinking of the waves of people who came to deliver food every day,

They weren't here to persuade him to surrender,

They were here

To manipulate people's hearts.

Deliberately give you hope, and then crush it all with one foot.

General Nian, who was being pressed down and flattened, shouted at this time:

"Lord Marquis, you have a good disposition; hehehe, you have the demeanor of Tian Wujing; you have it, you have it!"

Lord Zheng didn't speak.

"May I ask, Lord Marquis, after this knife goes down, how will you dispose of me?"

Lord Zheng said:

"Eunuch Wei, the Seal Director of the Directorate of Palace Attendants of the Yan capital imperial palace, is very familiar with me. After this knife goes down, this marquis will send someone to send you to the palace.

In Chu, you held a high position as a slave;

Then in Yan,

I'll let you do what a real slave should do.

The great general of Chu,

The pillar of the country,

Will become the Yan Emperor's... castrated slave!"

Nian Yao laughed loudly:

"Good, the head of a Dugu Mu, plus a crippled me; after being sent to the Yan capital, Lord Marquis, you should be able to be crowned a king, right?

Here, I congratulate Marquis in advance... no, I congratulate King; hehehe, hahaha, long live the King, long live, long long live!"

Immediately afterward,

Nian Yao added:

"I've always thought that you're not as good as Tian Wujing."

"I admit it."

"But, you're actually more ruthless than Tian Wujing. Tian Wujing suffers from the fact that he follows the rules, and in the end, the rules trap him to death;

And you,

Zheng Fan,

You've always been the person who trampled the rules under your feet."

Lord Zheng said:

"Do it."

"Yes, sir!"

The surrounding guards suppressed him,

And then,

A guard with the best knife skills,

Raised his knife,

"Whoosh!"

His hand rose,

The knife fell,

The eggs fell.

Nian Yao opened his mouth, his expression somewhat distorted. Was it pain, physical or mental?

Did he expect this ending?

Had he ever been tempted to surrender?

Lord Zheng didn't ask because he didn't want to know.

Back then, when the great general cut Lord Zheng's soldiers into human sticks, there was actually no room for maneuver between them.

You did the first day of the lunar month,

Don't blame me for doing the fifteenth, learning to be as unscrupulous as you.

A magnanimous ruler, no matter what he encounters, will cherish talent, recruit talent, and recruit dragons and phoenixes among men for his own use.

But who told Zheng Fan to always be petty?

The soldiers below boiled at this time, shouting madly:

"Long live Lord Marquis!" "Lord Marquis is mighty!" "Lord Marquis is immortal!"

And soon,

"Long live Lord Marquis!" became the mainstream cry.

Those who didn't know would have thought that Lord Zheng had set up such a big scene here today not to execute Nian Yao, but to put on the yellow robe himself.

In the center of this wave of sound,

Lord Zheng stood up and walked to General Nian.

At this time, the guards had retreated a distance. A layer of white cloth had been placed below General Nian, and medicine had just been applied, but blood had already seeped out.

Lord Zheng crossed his arms,

Leaned his mouth to General Nian's ear,

And whispered:

"Actually, what I just said was all official and formal. What I really wanted to say was that I want the world to understand one thing:

Oh,

I, Zheng Fan,

Am just affected,

And just can't stand the slightest grievance."