Chapter 1 Nian Yao's Rebellion?

Upon hearing this news, Zheng Boye couldn't help but stroke his chin.

A hint of surprise flashed across Feng Yuanyang's eyes.

He hadn't expected that the Earl of Pingye from the Yan Kingdom would be so calm upon receiving this information.

And it wasn't just the Earl of Pingye who was calm; the two subordinates sitting beside him even had smiles on their faces.

Zheng Boye smiled at Feng Yuanyang and said,

"This news only adds to the trouble and may disrupt the morale of my great Yan army, even threatening our overall plan, needlessly creating so many issues.

This Earl is not one who enjoys trouble, the kind who really dislikes it. My mind is filled only with fighting and killing; thinking about other things, sigh, gives me a headache.

Ah,

How about this?

I'll just have you tied up, along with your personal guards, and drag you around beneath Zhennanguan.

I'll directly ask Nian Yao,

'This young master of the Feng Clan says you're rebelling;

Are you, Nian Yao, truly planning to rebel? Give us a definitive answer!'"

Feng Yuanyang's eyes widened immediately. He genuinely hadn't anticipated the conversation taking such a turn.

If they really did that,

The Feng Clan would surely be destroyed!

This wasn't just a matter of his defeat and capture; it might even lead the Chu court to believe that he, Feng Yuanyang, had colluded with the Yan, betraying them from within, allowing Xishan Fort to fall.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Feng Yuanyang kowtowed three times to Zheng Fan,

Saying:

"Earl, please, don't joke, please don't joke!"

Zheng Boye picked at his ear with his little fingernail, then brought it to his mouth and blew on it,

Saying:

"You were the one who started joking with this Earl."

"No, I never joked with you, Earl. I wouldn't dare joke with you, Earl. I just hadn't finished speaking, causing you to misunderstand, yes, misunderstand."

"Tsk tsk, so you were leaving it open to interpretation?"

"Yes, no, I..."

The smile on Zheng Boye's face gradually disappeared.

Tilting his head,

He bent down,

Looking at Feng Yuanyang prostrating on the ground,

He said, word by word:

"Young Master Feng, are you still unclear about your current situation?"

Zheng Boye reached out and grabbed Feng Yuanyang's hair.

The Chu people kept their hair long on the sides, and nobles paid even more attention to maintaining their hair. Zheng Boye grabbed it easily and yanked.

Feng Yuanyang's head was forcibly pressed to the ground, and Zheng Boye's boot stepped on his chest.

With the other hand,

He gently patted Feng Yuanyang's face.

"Slap... slap..."

The disgusting slipperiness.

"Xishan Fort was not offered up by you; you only surrendered when you knew there was no escape. What right do you have to put on airs of a great Chu noble here?

Kneel,

Kneel properly for me,

Prostrate yourself fully;

Speak,

Speak honestly to me. Do you really think you're some high-class prostitute, playing coy?"

"I'll speak, I'll speak, Earl, I'll speak..."

Zheng Boye retracted his foot,

And sat back down,

Spreading out his hand,

A Ming took out a handkerchief, got water from Xue San's water bag, and handed the handkerchief to Zheng Boye.

Zheng Boye wiped his hands,

Then,

He threw the handkerchief onto Feng Yuanyang's face,

Saying:

"You're sweating, wipe it off."

"Thank you, Earl, thank you, Earl."

Feng Yuanyang wiped his face, knelt again, and said:

"Earl, at the beginning of the year, when my Feng Clan troops came to Zhennanguan, that evening, Nian Yao held a banquet for me. At the banquet, he got drunk and said to me:

'Why, with such great merit, am I still a slave? And my descendants are destined to be slaves as well?'"

"Tsk."

Zheng Boye clicked his tongue,

Saying:

"That's it?"

"That's... that's all. I think that General Nian was hinting at me, hinting that he..."

"Have you ever considered that every noble's private army that comes here, Nian Yao will hold a banquet for them, and say the same thing?

Have you ever considered that when he said those drunken words to you, there might have been Fengchao Wei (Phoenix Nest Guards) he invited next door, recording everything, listening there?"

"..." Feng Yuanyang.

"A Li, take him away."

"Yes, Master."

Fan Li came in and dragged Feng Yuanyang away.

Xue San said, "Master, he's..."

"He's trying to increase his own worth. This person is pragmatic, but useless to us.

Even whether Nian Yao truly intends to rebel is of little use to us.

There are plenty of people in this world who start fantasizing the moment they see a beautiful woman, but only a small minority actually dare to act inappropriately.

What he thinks and what he will do are two different things.

Most importantly, we don't have the energy to play games with Nian Yao. He either opens Zhennanguan and lets our army in, or he waits for us to take Zhennanguan ourselves."

Judging by his own standards, Zheng Boye felt that Nian Yao must have some dissatisfaction in his heart, because the Regent was able to rise to power, half of the credit should be attributed to him.

If the Great Chu were like the Barbarians, it wouldn't matter. The Barbarians believe in the law of the jungle, and crude and simple order is the mainstream for them.

A slave is a slave, and a noble is a noble. If a slave has the ability to rise up, he can become a noble.

In Chu, if you call it civilized, it has Chu poetry, gorgeous clothing, musical rhythm, and elegance.

But the nobles are nobles, and slaves are always slaves. The deep-rooted hierarchical brand is too clear, almost engraved in the bones.

Take Zheng Boye; all along, he came from humble origins, a commoner from Huto City in Beifeng County. But to be honest, in Great Yan, no one has ever looked down on Zheng Boye's origins, at least, no one would say it openly.

After trampling down the noble clans, the court has basically become filled with "mud legs." Even if they aren't, they have to smear themselves with a layer of mud, daring not claim to be from any prestigious family.

Your family is a prestigious family, your whole family is a prestigious family!

Capable people are bound to have pride in their hearts.

Zheng Boye didn't believe that Nian Yao had never considered it.

However, whether he had the thought or not didn't matter, because in Prince Jingnan's grand strategy, Zhennanguan and the entire Shanggu County would become part of a chess game. If this battle succeeds, whether Nian Yao surrenders or not won't affect the overall situation.

"A Ming."

"Master."

"Tonight, make a trip for me and tell Tian Wujing about this matter in my name at the Prince's tent."

In any case, he had to let Old Tian know about this matter, but based on his understanding of Old Tian, he would probably be like himself, disdaining to play this guessing game.

But,

He probably wouldn't mind putting on a show for the sake of the grand strategy.

Anyway, Zheng Boye had nothing to do right now, just waiting.

Waiting for Wangjiang to be completed and the gates opened, waiting for Zhennanguan to slowly push out a safe open area.

If he had nothing to do,

He could write letters,

Chat,

It didn't seem like a problem, just treat it as having pen pals.

It was said that the Great Chu general was a fan of Old Tian?

Should he write too?

It's just that writing letters is too annoying.

If there could be fierce fighting on one side, and the generals on both sides drinking and laughing about the scenery on the other, it would seem to be a good story.

Oh, of course, doing so would seem to be disrespectful to the soldiers on both sides who were fighting selflessly.

In fact,

More importantly,

Because of Zheng Boye's operation of having the Sword Saint hold the banner in front of Xuehai Pass,

No general dared to do anything like meeting in front of the battle line anymore.

The fighting in the city was not over yet, and the Chu people seemed to have organized several counterattacks, but they were all suppressed.

Zheng Boye yawned,

Saying:

"I'm going to sleep for a while."

………

This sleep lasted until evening.

On the battlefield, one could really sleep well and eat well.

It's just that,

After waking up,

Looking at the pitch-black darkness outside the city gate tower, a sense of loneliness began to creep into his heart.

"Ah!"

But fortunately,

A scream pulled Zheng Boye out of this mood.

Zheng Boye stretched and walked out, seeing Li Fusheng sitting on the city wall being treated for his wounds.

A doctor was holding a spearhead in his hand. The spearhead should have broken off inside Li Fusheng's body earlier.

Seeing Zheng Fan come out,

Li Fusheng said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Seeing you sleeping so soundly, knowing that you've been thinking about today's battle for a long time, I didn't want to disturb you and let you sleep a little longer, but I couldn't help it just now, haha."

Zheng Boye walked closer and looked at Li Fusheng's wound.

Fortunately, when he was stabbed, Li Fusheng should have controlled the muscles around the wound with his body's qi and blood, so he didn't injure his spleen. It seemed like there was a lot of blood, but it was just a slightly more serious flesh wound.

"Don't worry, your brother is fine. I was stabbed by the third son of the Shi family, but I chopped off his head, haha!"

Li Fusheng was as happy as a child.

Of course, being able to see a child's image from a murderous demon proved that Zheng Boye's aesthetic sense was distorted to a certain extent.

"Is the city taken?"

Zhou Huaizong and Feng Yuanyang were captured alive, Shi's third son was killed in battle, and the Xishan Fort was leaderless, so there shouldn't be any problems.

"Most of it has been cleared. The rest will have to wait until tomorrow morning to check again, to guard against any fish slipping through the net."

Li Fusheng gritted his teeth and said:

"This battle was really enjoyable, sweeping away the stuffiness that had been accumulated in my stomach these past few days."

"As long as you're happy."

"Zheng Laodi (Old Brother Zheng)."

"Hmm?"

"Zheng Boye?"

"What's wrong?"

"Earl of Pingye?"

"Brother?"

"Zheng Fan."

"Speak."

"From now on, as long as you're here, I will listen to your orders. Wherever you point, I will charge."

Many generals and personal guards around were stunned when they heard this.

Before, their commander was polite to the Earl of Pingye because the Earl's title and the favor he had in front of Prince Jingnan were on display;

But this just now,

Meant that their commander was completely convinced by the Earl of Pingye.

Zheng Boye pointed to the west,

The west,

Was the direction of Wangjiang,

Was the direction of Yingdu,

And even more so... the direction of Yanjing.

Li Fusheng's eyes became brighter and brighter. The evil fire that had been vented by a killing spree earlier seemed to have a sign of rising again at this time.

But Zheng Boye drew a semicircle in the air,

Then scratched his hair,

Saying:

"Brother, you're exaggerating. Sigh, I'm hungry. Is there any food?"

Li Fusheng smiled and said:

"You are today's hero, so you must be well entertained. I don't have wine here, but I have plenty of good tea and good food, depending on how much stomach you have and how much you dare to eat."

"I have a habit, when I encounter delicious food, I swallow it all first. Even if my stomach bursts, I have to satisfy my appetite first."

Fan Li on the side heard this and learned from his master, oh no, it was clear that the master was learning his signature move earlier, and scratched his head, saying;

"Me too."

Li Fusheng then said:

"It won't do to burst your stomach. The Prince ordered me several times a few days ago to take it easy and not to rush forward with a fever in my head. The Prince said that if I'm gone, it would be too much trouble for him to find someone else to subdue these cubs.

I have always followed the rules and don't dare to die confusedly."

Zheng Boye nodded.

However, Li Fusheng added:

"But if there is a military order, then burst to death, then burst to death, haha."

………

Zhennanguan,

General's Mansion;

In the morning, Xishan Fort raised smoke as usual, meaning that the Yan's offensive had begun again.

This, on the other hand, they were used to.

Compared to the rapid fall of Dongshan Fort, Xishan Fort's performance was normal.

General Nian sat on the threshold,

Holding a pomegranate in his hand, slowly peeling and eating it.

He felt that he was like this pomegranate, being peeled away little by little, and then eaten.

And he, on the other hand, was unable to forcibly change anything, nor did he dare to do anything forcibly.

Behind him,

The Regent suppressed all the memorials impeaching him, letting him fight well at Zhennanguan.

Fighting, fighting,

What kind of damn war is this?

"Tsk, tsk."

The pomegranate was a little sour, but Nian Yao continued to eat it.

The Bai family died, so let them die. How can no one die in war?

Shi Yuantang also died, another Pillar of the Nation died.

It's good to die. Who told this old thing to act like a senior and insist on running to the front?

Ah;

Next, someone will die.

Many famous and surnamed great nobles will die, many will die…

Nian Yao licked his lips.

A few years ago, he helped the Regent conquer the south and fight in the north, capturing many rebellious princes. Now, those princes are all under house arrest in Yingdu. They are not killed, but controlled, well-fed and well-watered, and women are sent in from time to time to give birth to children.

Hehe, they, after all, are named Xiong, they are the Regent's brothers.

Those nobles, following the princes in rebellion, no, even instigating the princes to rebel.

They were caught,

Given fines, no fiefs, and few were killed!

The Regent once asked him if he would be his Tian Wujing?

Nian Yao smiled,

Tian Wujing is now leading the army in front of him to attack Chu. So even if the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked; killing the donkey after it has ground the millstone. For so long, hasn't the Yan Emperor done it?

And himself,

Now is wartime, it doesn't matter.

After the war,

The accounts of these dead noble private soldiers, nobles,

Their deaths will inevitably be counted on Nian's head.

Your Majesty,

You said you wanted me to be your Tian Wujing,

But you,

Can you protect Tian Wujing?

Lists of casualties,

What is this?

This is Nian's, death warrant!

"Pa!"

The pomegranate,

Was smashed on the ground,

Attracting the attention of the guards around,

"Damn it, it's so sour!"

………

Great Yan's Central Army,

Prince's Tent;

Huang Gonggong (Eunuch Huang) knelt in the prince's tent,

Seated in front of him was Prince Jingnan, Tian Wujing.

In fact,

Throughout the army, even the most favored Earl of Pingye was usually well-behaved in front of Prince Jingnan.

Outside the army, whether among the people or in the court, the famous and notorious Great Yan Prince Jingnan was viewed with a deep sense of fear.

Once, the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion was a major concern of the Great Yan court, because it had become too powerful to control. The 300,000 Zhenbei Army of the Six Garrisons, with four garrisons even reaching the eastern border of Beifeng County, as long as the Marquis of the North gave an order, 200,000 elite soldiers could point directly at Yanjing!

However, now, although the Princess had entered the capital unmarried, the Zhenbei Army had been dismantled for the most part.

On the other hand, the South Marquis of Great Yan, after wiping out his entire family, had been killing gods and Buddhas on the battlefield, destroying countries and armies, never losing a battle, and always winning big.

He was also a peak three-rank martial artist, defeating the Sword Saint of Jin.

Such an existence was too terrifying.

Huang Gonggong's knees were trembling slightly.

As a red-robed eunuch in the palace, he could be considered to have seen the world, but in front of Prince Jingnan, he really couldn't muster up his spirit, almost collapsing into a pile of mud.

Back then, when the Great Prince led the Eastern Expeditionary Army to defeat at Wangjiang, almost the entire left army was destroyed, and Li Bao died in battle.

The court issued an edict to invite Marquis Jingnan to come out and take command. Marquis Jingnan closed the gates of his mansion, not seeing any outsiders, causing two successive imperial eunuchs to crash into the stone lions at the entrance of the Hou's mansion and die.

Huang Gonggong originally had this plan as well, and he was even about to rush forward, but, the Hou's mansion opened.

With this relationship, this time, His Majesty's decree was again delivered by him.

"His Majesty's edict."

Huang Gonggong was delivering His Majesty's edict kneeling for the first time. There was no third person in the prince's tent, so naturally no one could help him, and he really couldn't stand up himself.

Prince Jingnan didn't kneel down to receive the edict either, but continued to sit there.

But Huang Gonggong didn't think this was disrespectful. This man, even in front of His Majesty, was treated as a brother and didn't have to pay attention to these formalities.

Most importantly, he didn't dare to scold the man in front of him: How dare you not kneel down to receive the edict!

"His Majesty asks: How long will the war last?"

Huang Gonggong repeated it word for word.

Prince Jingnan looked at Huang Gonggong,

Huang Gonggong silently lowered his head again, prostrating on the ground. He didn't dare to look at Prince Jingnan.

In fact, Prince Jingnan wasn't looking at him either.

After the edict was spoken,

In front of Tian Wujing,

The figure of the emperor seemed to be sitting,

Looking at himself,

Asking:

"How long will the war last?"

It was just an oral edict, not a clear decree from the central government, but a red-robed eunuch was sent from Yanjing to ask specifically.

Here, every word must be scrutinized.

But, there was no need to scrutinize it, because it was too familiar.

A rare smile appeared on the corner of Prince Jingnan's mouth,

Are you,

Going to die?

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