Chapter 852 Breaking Shangjing, Capturing the Qian Empress!

The Pingxi King sat on the back of the Pixiu,

His back wasn't quite as straight as usual, but it didn't give the impression of being careless. Perhaps, all of this before him wasn't really anything to him, and wasn't enough to warrant his serious attention.

Some forced airs need to be put on, but no matter how you try to hide it, you can still detect that bit of calculation.

While with others, it has already become a matter of course.

For example, Fu Wang (Prince of Fu) Zhao Yuannian, kneeling on the ground, knelt very naturally;

Even the words "Father," which he shouted out, weren't mocked or ridiculed by anyone present.

When you're the fish on the chopping block, survival is more important than dignity to most people.

Moreover,

Even if the Yan State lost a battle in Liang territory, it was still far superior to the so-called "centipede that dies but never falls down." The Great Yan State was still a tired but awe-inspiring behemoth.

The Yan State's powerful military meritorious king,

Adopting a Qian prince as a "son,"

What's wrong with that?

On the contrary, the one kneeling was trying to climb too high.

Many people can actually calculate this, and they're very clear about it.

Chen Xianba dismounted, drew his saber, and walked forward;

Liu Dahu and Zheng Man followed closely behind, then a crowd of Yan soldiers streamed in.

They entered the palace and took control of it.

As a prince's residence, absolute security must be ensured.

From beginning to end, Zhao Yuannian knelt there, unmoving.

When Xue San brought the message some days ago, the young Prince Fu felt humiliated and angry;

But when the Pingxi King himself appeared before him,

Humiliation,

Anger,

All disappeared without a trace.

That feeling of being completely crushed and dominated can be both liberating and relieving.

Zheng Fan came down from the Pixiu's back,

Xu Chuang walked in front, the Sword Saint walked beside him, and A Ming trailed behind;

The Pingxi King himself walked to the steps of the palace;

He paused slightly, but didn't deliberately lower his head to look at his kneeling "son."

In fact, he could have been absurd; in fact, he could have been rude;

The victor can trample the dignity of the loser to gain some spiritual achievement and comfort.

For example,

Right here,

Right under the grand plaque of the Fu Wang Mansion,

Ask:

"How is your mother doing?"

If that's not enough,

He could also ask:

"Does your mother miss me?"

But in the end, it would have been tasteless, and he didn't feel like it.

This was just a simple return to an old place,

This place,

I've been here before,

Now,

I'm just here again.

In the end,

Zheng Fan crossed the threshold without saying a word to Zhao Yuannian.

Zhao Yuannian closed his eyes, his body tilted slightly, not knowing if he was tired or scared.

He blinked hard, supporting himself with his hands on the ground. He didn't stand up the first time, but he stood up the second time.

He patted his sleeves, a hint of indifference in his eyes, and then he smiled.

The Pingxi King, walking in the palace, issued several military orders:

First, order Earl Yishan Chen Yang to reorganize the garrison outside the city;

Second, order Fan Li to suppress the situation in the city, and at the same time, following the old practice of Lanyang City, open the treasury and distribute food and wealth;

Third, order Xue San to leave the city immediately to the south, lead the scouts, and check the situation to the south;

Fourth, a military conference will be held here at Hai hour (9-11 pm) with generals above the rank of Lieutenant General.

The furnishings and scenery in the Fu Wang Mansion were still elegant, exuding a very high sense of taste;

On both sides of the corridor, Yan soldiers were on guard;

The Pingxi King walked all the way to the inner residence.

The eunuchs and maids of the inner residence had already been taken into custody by Chen Xianba and his men.

Chen Xianba stood in front of a house with his saber at his waist.

When Zheng Fan walked over, he immediately lowered his head and reported, "Your Highness, the inside has been searched."

This feeling was like a rascal in the village knocking on the door of a widow's house in the middle of the night.

Probably only the Pingxi King could make him, with his high ambitions, willingly do these things.

It would be absolutely impossible for anyone else.

Zheng Fan nodded,

And walked into the house.

Inside, there was a faint scent of incense;

The Prince Fu's consort, dressed in colorful attire, was making tea. When she saw Zheng Fan coming in, she walked over very naturally, as if she were a wife waiting for her husband to return home;

"You're back, are you tired?"

As she spoke,

She began to help Zheng Fan remove his armor.

The servants had all been cleared out, so the Prince Fu's consort could only do it herself.

But after all, she was just a woman, and the armor on Zheng Fan's body was not light.

Fortunately, the Pingxi King still had a habit of cherishing beauty.

The Prince Fu's consort helped to unbuckle the armor, and Zheng Fan took it off himself.

Armor must be worn with an inner lining, the heavier the armor, the thicker the inner lining, otherwise the skin and flesh would suffer.

However, the Pingxi King's inner lining was quite exquisite, not the usual monotonous white, but black soft silk, with golden soft hedgehog armor embedded inside, which enhanced the protection and also had an aesthetic appeal.

Once the armor was removed, he felt much more relaxed.

Zheng Fan sat down;

The Prince Fu's consort poured tea and handed the teacup to Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan didn't take the teacup, but instead took the water bag he had taken off earlier, pulled out the stopper, and took a sip.

The Prince Fu's consort covered her mouth and smiled, saying:

"Is Your Highness afraid that I'll poison the tea?"

"Yes."

When the Prince Fu's consort heard this, she didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, she took the initiative to sit on Zheng Fan's lap, wrapped her arms around Zheng Fan's neck, and said;

"I've been waiting for you for several years, how could I be willing to poison you to death?"

While speaking, she deliberately swayed slightly.

Zheng Fan's thighs clearly felt a slippery warmth, and that faint fragrance began to permeate.

"Are you worried that I've lost weight? Tell me, have I lost weight?"

Zheng Fan carefully looked at the woman sitting on his lap. Her skin was still as fair and had a just-right rosy glow. Her eyes had both the dignity and the alluring charm of a fox;

The Prince Fu's consort was actually considered tall among women, but she was definitely not the tall and thin type. On the contrary, she gave people a just-right kind of plumpness.

"You've lost a little weight."

Zheng Fan gave his conclusion based on his own impression.

The Prince Fu's consort pressed her body against Zheng Fan's chest,

At the same time, her red lips blew gently on Zheng Fan's earlobe,

Saying:

"I lost weight from missing you so much, do you believe it?"

Zheng Fan shook his head;

It can be said that he brought out the ultimate in being unromantic;

The Prince Fu's consort was a little annoyed, and she even showed a little girl's posture, biting her red lips and scolding:

"You heartless man, you're really a heartless man."

Saying this,

The Prince Fu's consort reached out and lifted her skirt,

The King's eyes looked down,

What he saw was legs wearing white silk...

What the King could be sure of was that things like silk stockings should only exist in the wardrobes of the three madams in the Pingxi King Mansion for the time being, and they had not been produced and sold to the outside world.

So, how much stuff did Xue San add on his own accord?

The Prince Fu's consort grabbed Zheng Fan's hand and let it fall.

After the King's hand fell, it began to wander on its own.

The Prince Fu's consort rested her face on the King's chest, and her body continued to maintain a uniform slight swaying,

She whispered:

"Our son is still young and doesn't understand things. You're his father, so don't be so petty with him."

Zheng Fan really wanted to ask,

It seems that I haven't even slept with you before;

But this time, the King didn't deliberately be unromantic and ruin the atmosphere;

Because the Prince Fu's consort had inadvertently turned on a certain setting;

And it just so happened that this setting struck the Pingxi King's fancy.

The Prince Fu's consort didn't understand these terms, but after all, she was a smart woman. Silk stockings, she had never seen them before. Some of the lines, she had never played around with them before, but it didn't mean that she didn't understand them.

Ultimately,

A certain type of male creature has always been a big pig trotter since ancient times.

"You're not allowed to be calculative with our son, okay?"

"Okay."

The Prince Fu's consort's left hand began to slide down, groping for something.

Hiss...

The King's neck leaned back slightly, and he made a slight sound of comfort.

"He's no match for you at all."

A red light flashed in the Pingxi King's eyes.

Having been in the army for a long time, even a sow would look like Diao Chan (a famous beauty). Not to mention facing this kind of real beauty of the era.

But the Pingxi King quickly suppressed the instincts in his heart, forcibly using his will to suppress the heat, and replaced it with clarity;

"This King came in because this King's men, the people of Chuzhou City, including your son, all thought that this King should come in.

But this King doesn't intend to do anything."

"You嫌am嫌me old, am I?"

Zheng Fan shook his head.

In this era, women had children early, so several of the empress dowagers that he had met, even though their sons were quite old, were only in their thirties;

In addition, with the life of fine clothes and good food, their maintenance was very good;

In later generations, women in their thirties were still girls;

The slight maturity of her temperament was mixed with the unquenched playfulness, creating an irresistible charm.

"You must think I'm old."

The Prince Fu's consort was angry. She was leaning sideways against the King earlier, but this time, she ignored the King and turned her back to the King while sitting on the King's lap.

But that slight swaying frequency still didn't stop.

It wasn't that so-called elasticity, but the ubiquitous inclusiveness, giving a sense of high compatibility on a spiritual and carnal level.

In addition to the series of preparations earlier,

For a time,

The King said:

"Stop... stop for a moment."

The Prince Fu's consort pretended not to hear and continued to act like a spoiled child.

"Roar!"

The Pingxi King let out a low roar like a beast from his throat.

This was a beast, restraining its ferocity.

The Prince Fu's consort was really frightened. She turned her head, biting her lip, looking very pitiful.

She was really afraid of the man in front of her,

His identity,

His past,

His current status.

No matter how much a lamb plays with a tiger, it still carries awe in its bones.

But she also understood her situation at this time. When her son killed the silver-armored centurion and opened the gate of Chuzhou City, it meant that their mother and son had completely lost their way back.

She had said that she would be there to support him, so she had to keep going.

Smart women often have very accurate eyes for men. She knew that as long as she succeeded, she and her son would have a guarantee.

The man in front of her seemed to be very decisive in killing, but in his bones, he seemed to have always preserved some kind of tenderness.

Just like the Pingxi King often deceived the Sword Saint and Chen Daxia with righteousness,

At this moment,

The same trick was used on himself.

"There are already three madams in the family, that's enough."

This was the Pingxi King's answer.

The Prince Fu's consort resentfully said, "Four, it's just right to make a table of leaf cards."

What you said seems to make a lot of sense.

"Too many women are also troublesome."

This was really Zheng Fan's heartfelt words;

In his previous life, he had always disliked harem manga and stallion novels;

In this life, he was the same.

Si Niang was his first wife, a unique first wife. In front of Si Niang, it was like he had married an older sister, and he was a little puppy.

Hey, don't mention it, the Pingxi King, who was famous outside, actually liked this kind of tone.

As for the Princess, strictly speaking, she was snatched back by Si Niang. It was Si Niang who actively pulled her into the group so that she could hear princesses and commandery princesses calling her sister at home and pinch them at will.

Liu Ruqing was sent by Fan Zhengwen, and at the beginning, it was also for political considerations. Accepting her was to appease the Fan family's heart. This was for the sake of the country.

Of course,

Liu Ruqing's "Uncle",

Also played a huge role.

But unfortunately,

Zheng Fan wasn't the Yan Emperor. He couldn't be indifferent to desire, and treat his family, the women and children around him, as a combination that life should have.

Leaning on the side, watching Si Niang approve reports and do the Wang Mansion's financial statements;

Listening to the Princess say "This Palace commands you...", and then listening to Liu Ruqing's little songs;

This life was already leisurely and fulfilling enough.

Looking outside was okay, touching and taking advantage was also okay.

But if he really did something and brought her back, and there was one more in the family, there was really no need for that.

"Your Highness, why must you wrong yourself like this? I'm just a widow, and I don't expect any status. Your Highness can just enjoy me as you please.

If you eat something that doesn't suit your taste, just throw it away.

When you miss this taste one day, pick it up again. I'll dust myself off, and you can savor it again.

Wuwu..."

The Prince Fu's consort gently sobbed.

The frequency of this sobbing and the rhythm of the swaying were consistent.

"Your Highness, let me call Yuannian here, let him stand at the door, tell him that his father dislikes his mother and doesn't want her anymore, wuwuwu..."

Hey,

Demon!

...

At dusk,

The Pingxi King's eyes had already regained their clarity, and even carried a sense of detachment and purity like a saint who had no desires and could fly to heaven at any time.

The Prince Fu's consort walked to the tea table, poured herself a cup of tea, and put it in her mouth;

Zheng Fan thought she would spit it out, but she swallowed it.

The King sighed,

The Prince Fu's consort smiled and leaned over, squatted down, and began to massage the King's legs.

She didn't say anything,

And she didn't ask anything.

Zheng Fan said, "How many people are there in the Fu Wang Mansion?"

"Not many in the family, just our mother and son and our three daughters-in-law."

"Go on the expedition with the army."

"Wherever you say to go, our mother and son will go."

In fact,

The Fu Wang Mansion could no longer stay in Chuzhou City at all.

"Go to Yanjing?"

Going to Yanjing would be like the Wen family in the past;

In Yanjing, Zhao Yuannian, as the first Qian royal family to defect, was eligible to have a tablet erected and receive preferential treatment.

Perhaps, in order to disgust the Qian State, Little Sixth might even give Zhao Yuannian a "Qian Wang Mansion".

You should know that the Jin Emperor had to sell his ancestral state in order to get a Jin Wang Mansion in Yanjing. Zhao Yuannian, this was a huge profit.

The Prince Fu's consort immediately shook her head and said:

"We orphans and widows won't go to Yanjing. I'll just set my sights on you."

The word "set" was emphasized.

"Jindong doesn't support idlers."

"How could a mother hope that her son would be completely reduced to an idler, or a memorial arch?

How many generations have the Fu Wang lineage been idlers?"

"It depends on him."

This was out of political considerations. Supporting puppet regimes had always been a cost-effective thing. Zhao Yuannian didn't have the conditions for that yet, and even the Great Yan at this time didn't have the conditions for that;

But what about the future?

When the Yan State was ready and started the great war to pacify Zhuxia, this Zhao Yuannian would be suitable to bring out.

Obviously, what the Prince Fu's consort wanted to pursue for her son was this result.

This result was much more practical than going to Yanjing to be a memorial arch prince for people to view.

This woman was smart.

Zheng Fan looked at the time and stood up.

The generals outside should have arrived.

The Prince Fu's consort took out a new python robe;

"It's his, he hasn't worn it. I've altered it for you in advance, it should fit. You've used his woman, so of course you can wear his clothes."

Zheng Fan looked at her very seriously. Obviously, this woman had figured out his temperament.

Just like the emperor playing against his ministers, why did the emperor like to show his imperial anger and unfathomable ways? It was because he didn't want his temperament to be mastered by the people below.

And this woman had obviously mastered it, and every word deliberately stepped on his spot.

But Zheng Fan wasn't worried that even if he really took her back, she would cause any trouble,

Si Niang would probably be very happy. She couldn't get a commandery princess sister for the time being, but getting a Queen Mother sister was also good;

In front of Si Niang, the so-called palace battles, intrigues and deceptions could only be considered a joke.

Sometimes, Zheng Fan himself would suspect that maybe Si Niang just wanted to play with the harem herself. He was just playing the role of a "thread-puller."

The python robe fit very well.

Although the system was less domineering than the Great Yan's python robe, and the details also highlighted a cautiousness, it looked good when worn. Anyway, no one would care what the Pingxi King was wearing at this time and whether it conformed to the rules.

He pushed open the door and walked out, all the way to the courtyard gate, where he saw Chen Xianba leading Liu Dahu and Zheng Man standing guard there.

As for the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint wasn't there.

Having been fooled once, the Sword Saint obviously didn't want to come again.

"Your Highness, the generals have arrived and are in the front hall."

"Okay."

The Yan army generals gathered in the front hall.

When Zheng Fan walked in, everyone who was chatting earlier immediately held their breath and waited;

The Pingxi King sat on the main seat,

All the generals below knelt down together:

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"Rise."

Zheng Fan picked up the tea that was placed beside him, scraped the lid of the cup, hesitated, after all, it wasn't Liu Dahu and the others who had personally poured it for him, so he didn't drink it, just pretended to.

But when he was about to put down the teacup,

He saw that the faces of the generals below were all filled with that kind of smile.

In fact,

Zheng Fan's entry into the Fu Wang Mansion wasn't really for the Prince Fu's consort, but sometimes, he was in a dilemma.

He had to go in, he had to stay with the Prince Fu's consort for a while, because these generals and even the soldiers below liked to "see" this scene.

During the Lanyang City, Zheng Fan didn't allow them to kill and plunder;

During the Chuzhou City, he still didn't allow them to do this.

The soldiers would inevitably feel depressed, they had to be vented, they had to gain some spiritual satisfaction, that is,爽 (shuang - a feeling of pleasure).

So, Zheng Fan entered the Fu Wang Mansion.

Then, the soldiers were happy.

This was a very awkward logic, but it was indeed real. Now, who knows how many Yan soldiers were gathered together talking about the story of how the King was served in the Fu Wang Mansion, while talking, they also looked proud.

After all, it was their brave fight that allowed their King to enjoy himself like this, wasn't it?

If it were a mediocre, or rather, a commander with low prestige, who dared to eat alone, the people below would inevitably be dissatisfied, and everyone would ask: Why!

But after all, the Pingxi King was an idol in the Yan army, especially among the middle and lower-level soldiers. His prestige was extremely high, and the Jinnan King was too aloof in the past. Everyone had a simple respect for the Jinnan King, while the Pingxi King was obviously more humane.

Especially after Old Tian quietly left the Jinnan Army and went away alone,

This army was very eager for a new "Jinnan King" who was truly humane to lead them.

Therefore, Zheng Fan eating alone could give the entire army a sense of substitution and participation;

Even more "satisfied" than the Pingxi King himself.

Being a qualified political mascot wasn't that simple;

You had to let the people below feel your affinity, you had to let the people below see what they wanted to see. Sometimes, you had to make some compromises in order to cater to them.

For example, this afternoon, Zheng Fan felt that he had sacrificed a small part of himself for the morale of the entire army.

Alas,

Being a marshal,

Was difficult.

Old Tian once said that the so-called "loving soldiers like children" was just a wishful thinking compiled by scholars who led troops.

But Old Tian himself was also talking without pain. If you were strong, who would dare to be presumptuous in front of you? Even if they weren't afraid of your Jinnan King's orders, they would be afraid of being smashed by you with a fist.

But who told him not to have that strength? So, suffering a little grievance, um, was inevitable.

Right now,

Looking at Chen Yang and the other generals suppressing their smiles,

Zheng Fan snorted coldly,

And put the teacup heavily back on the tea table,

Saying:

"Look at your spineless appearances, this is just the beginning."

These generals were the skeleton of the army, and also the best "megaphone", and even the barometer of the soldiers' morale.

The Pingxi King stood up,

And said:

"When we reach the Shangjing City, let that Qian Emperor send out some of his empresses and imperial concubines. That's worth your smiles!"

After saying these words,

The Pingxi King inwardly despised himself: Alas, how vulgar, how vulgar.

But who told these hillbillies, even these veteran generals who had been immersed in the barracks for so long, that what they loved to hear most was this kind of thing?

You can occasionally talk to them about national righteousness, but you can't talk about it all the time, just as you can't talk to the old farmers in the fields about the techniques of landscape painting. That's playing the piano to a cow.

In the Great Yan, you were supreme, but when you were suspended alone in enemy territory, you actually had to coax them a little more.

As expected,

As soon as the Pingxi King finished speaking,

Chen Yang knelt down and shouted:

"We are willing to follow Your Highness to break into Shangjing City and capture the Qian Empress!"

The other generals immediately knelt down and said in unison:

"We are willing to break Shangjing and capture the Qian Empress for Your Highness!"

"Break Shangjing, capture the Qian Empress!"

It was conceivable that after dawn, this slogan would spread throughout the army and become the unanimous spiritual pursuit of the entire army.

Outside the hall,

Chen Xianba, Liu Dahu, and Zheng Man all clenched their fists, their faces flushed. Obviously, they were also infected by this excited mood and great goal.

At this time,

The Sword Saint's figure faintly appeared from behind them,

He didn't go to be a "doorman,"

But it didn't mean that he ran far away. God knew if that Zheng had any danger.

Listening to the shouts constantly coming from inside, and looking at his son and those two's excitement, that Zheng was really able to completely grasp their temperaments, no matter who they were.

The Sword Saint's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness while shaking his head slightly,

With a bit of disdain and teasing tone, he said:

"Heh,

Can't be cleaned anymore."

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