surnamed Wang

Wang Yijing joined Princess Wu's motorcade. There were differences between men and women. As soon as he left Bijiewei, he switched to riding a horse.

The team marched slowly, but the princess had to take long detours from time to time, specifically visiting some prefectures, counties or military towns. This made Wang Yijing miss the days when he could fly to the sky and escape from the earth.

He learned a lot during these days. Although the conditions in the southwest were not particularly difficult, the garrison's armaments could not keep up.

The Queen Mother is no longer in charge of the court, but the young emperor's caution has not diminished at all. The eyeliners that were originally removed have been re-installed to keep an eye on the emperor's uncle's movements.

The most ironic thing is that these were all taught to him by King Wu.

Wang Siheng always wanted to train his nephew to be a wise king. When the two were still close, he spared no effort to teach the emperor's mind, the method of checks and balances, and the way to hide clumsiness.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Wang Zhaoqi's cautiousness and step-by-step approach in the past ten years are all inseparable from his uncle's influence.

It's a pity that the little emperor was still too young after all, and his patience was limited. He couldn't wait to seize power from the queen mother, and almost lost everything.

If it weren't for Wang Yijing's accident, the current emperor would have been deposed from the throne and become an "incompetent" prince like Wang Siheng.

Even so, the little emperor still did not reflect on himself and made a foolish move of crossing the river and burning the bridge, unintentionally laying a hidden danger for himself.

"A mediocre move, really a mediocre move."

In the magnificent palace, Wang Siheng held the secret message in his hand and shook his head frequently.

A young man with a loyal appearance stood aside with his hands lowered and said with a smile:

"My lord, what would you do if it were you?"

"As the saying goes, when an ordinary man is angry, his blood will be splashed five steps. No matter how powerful the swordsman is, how many can he kill among thousands or ten thousand soldiers?

I have taught Zhaoqi to be ruthless, but that is towards his enemies, not towards his benefactors. How could he, as an emperor, not tolerate a small charlatan?

Since he was afraid of hurting himself with the sword, why didn't he try to trap it and instead destroyed the only sheath that could seal it? In this case, he would really fight to the death. "

The young man had followed King Wu for many years, so he knew that these words were sincere and he sincerely praised:

"Therefore Changsheng often says that the prince is a more suitable person to sit on the throne than the emperor today."

Wang Siheng did not deny the other party's rebellious remarks. He put down the secret letter, looked out the window and said:
"You and I have the ambition to serve the country, but we can't do anything. Now we can only wait for news about the princess."

……

"Rebellion is rebellion. How can there be so many high-sounding excuses? If it is really for the sake of the world, why not give the throne to a saint?"

In Nanyang Mansion, a young general stopped Princess Wu at the door of his house and spoke rudely.

The young general's name was Sima Chengguang, the only son of Sima Kuan, the local commander-in-chief. He became famous at a young age and single-handedly wiped out a group of bandits. His deeds even spread to the capital.

Being famous at a young age inevitably leads to arrogance.

In the army, he is a Sima general. Even on the battlefield, the enemy will be wary when they see his iconic blue tassel gun.

The gun tassel was originally intended to block and suck blood, but Sima Chengguang did the opposite, abandoning the red tassel and using the blue tassel. After rushing through the enemy group, the blue tassel was stained red with blood, and he took the trouble to wash away the blood stains.

When the blue tassel was completely stained and could not be washed away, the young man moved a small horse to sit in front of the door. In the astonished eyes of outsiders, he removed the red tassel and replaced it with blue tassel.

Someone around him advised Sima Kuan that the young general was so bloodthirsty at such a young age that there was no guarantee that he would not cause big trouble in the future.

Sima Kuan laughed it off. The child lost his mother when he was a child, and he never had a second marriage. Without his mother's love, his son's temperament is indeed a bit more perverse than other children of the same age, but compared to those children from aristocratic families who spend all day walking around with hawks and birds, he is still better. many.

As long as you don't do anything that harms the people, what's the point of a harmless quirk?
Sima Chengguang blocked Liu Mujin, neither letting him enter the house nor allowing him to leave. He did not take his own blue tassel gun, but only carried a ring-headed sword on his waist. He pressed down with his left hand, as if he might draw the sword at any time.

Wang Yijing was invited to act as a guard, with his hands folded on his chest, with a happy expression. "Are you going to take him down?"

The young man's tone was calm, even if he had no cultivation, he was more than enough to deal with a stupid kid.

Without waiting for the woman to answer, the young man felt the insult first. He held the handle of the knife with his right hand and said angrily:
"Well, you rebels, how dare you act so disrespectfully in broad daylight, and let me take you, kidnap you, and take you to the capital."

"Guang'er, don't be rude."

The movement finally alerted Sima Kuan, who was taking a lunch break. The man walked quickly to the door, cupped his hands and said:
"The dog has been misdisciplined. I hope the princess will not blame him."

"Dad, they are rebels..."

"Shut up!" Sima Kuan scolded in a low voice and made a sign of please.

In the hall, the two men were talking in low voices about important matters that could make them lose their heads. Outside the hall, Wang Yijing and the young man stood on both sides holding swords.

Ever since the young man said he wanted to capture the young man, the other party had completely hated the man and stared at him fiercely.

Wang Yijing always looked listless, yawning from time to time and not taking it seriously at all.

"Hey, do you dare to fight with me?" The young man finally couldn't help but ask.

"I don't bully children."

"Oh, do you know who the young master is?"

Wang Yijing glanced at him and said without saltiness:
"At best, he is just a small commander in the army. He has some abilities and is impetuous. Sooner or later he will fail."

The boy calmed down quite a bit this time, and instead of drawing his sword, he sarcastically said:
"That's such a big statement. May I ask what official you are and what rank you have? Have you ever served in the military?"

"I have been a soldier for a few years."

Wang Yijing seemed to be tired from standing, so he squatted down, took out a pancake from his arms, gnawed on it and said:
"I was younger than you when I joined the army. With my martial arts skills, I was not afraid of anything. I became a member of a hundred households at the age of 15. It was a great success. Later, because I underestimated the enemy, I went deep into the enemy and encountered an enemy attack. All my subordinates died, and I was the only one left. .”

Having said this, he paused, pulled out a green onion from somewhere, cut off the head and tail, rolled it into the pancake, and continued:
"That's when I realized that no matter how powerful a person is, it's useless without brains. Later, I followed my father to learn how to form troops and prepare them carefully, striving to minimize casualties.

After winning battles, he became a general without defeat, and gradually began to become arrogant again, and finally caused a catastrophe and left his hometown. "

Speaking of this, Wang Yijing tilted his head and was stunned. He seemed to have never grown up. Every time he achieved something, he would forget about it and forget all the previous lessons.

Sima Chengguang also fell silent. He originally wanted to gain some verbal prestige and did not want to involve the other party's pain. Even though he was perverse, he couldn't help but blame himself at this moment.

Wang Yijing didn't take this seriously and stuffed the last bite of cake into his mouth.

At this time, the two people in the room also came out after chatting. The two did not disclose the content of the conversation, but just said goodbye to each other politely.

After leaving the mansion, Wang Yijing, who had already guessed the outcome, said casually:

"Failed?"

The woman nodded, not intending to hide:

"He said that he only had a son. It was already pitiful that the child had no mother, and he could no longer drag him into the quagmire."

"He's a wise man."

Liu Mujin frowned slightly when he heard this, hesitated for a moment, and finally said nothing.

... (end of this chapter)