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Chapter 201 Young Master’s Entrustment

Mang Mao felt his knife shaking and his heart shaking too.

To eat the emperor's salary is to be loyal to the emperor.

Although he is not smart enough, he considers himself loyal to the Wei royal family.

Now that the capital has fallen and Daliang has been lost, it is natural to fight for the restoration of the country.

"This general is for the restoration of the country!"

Mang Mao raised his voice.

"Okay," Jiang He nodded, "May I ask whose country you want to restore?"

Whose country will be restored?

Mang Mao stared at Jiang He with wide eyes, not yet understanding.

"His Majesty the State of Wei is dying," Jiang He patiently explained, "and His Majesty has no children because of his young age. Even if there are men in the clan, most of them died in the war. After General Mang returns to the country, who will he support as king? Where’s the seat?”

"Could it be that-" She pressed her bleeding wound with a silk handkerchief and said sarcastically, "Are you proclaiming yourself a king?"

Proclaiming himself king means not restoring the country, but seeking power and usurping the throne in the name of restoring the country.

Mang Mao was not a man of eloquence. He was stunned for a long time when he heard the words, and then he said fiercely: "Don't slander anyone! The young master is willing to hand over the main force of the Wei State to the hands of this general, which is trust! The young master's funeral shed is outside, I am willing to do so." I swear here. If you have any selfish intentions, I will be struck by thunder!"

"Young Master, I believe you," Jiang He nodded, "Do the people believe you?"

All the mouths of gold, accumulating and destroying bones.

Rumors are terrible, they can confuse right and wrong and kill people.

At that time, there will be no support from the people outside and no soldiers to follow inside.He is a military commander who truly knows how to reach the end of his rope.

The knife in Mang Mao's hand slowly drooped, and the blood on his red cheeks faded away, turning blue and white.

"What about revenge?" he said, "The Yong Kingdom takes over my country, and the Chu Kingdom kills my royal family. I will pay with my blood for revenge!"

"This is quite ambitious!" Jiang He couldn't help stroking his hands and said, "Go ahead."

go...

That's it?

Mang Mao sheathed his sword and wanted to ask again, but in the end he couldn't save his face.

He snorted deeply, turned around and was about to go out, when he suddenly saw his subordinates kneeling down behind him.

"Please, your highness," they saluted, "show me a way to survive."

"you--"

Before Jiang He could answer, Mang Mao was so angry that he wanted to kick him.

"This general looked up to you, but I didn't expect you to be so afraid of death!"

"We are not afraid of death," a military general explained. "The general once defended Bu Village with His Highness. At that time, we knew that His Highness was extremely resourceful. Now I would like to ask Her Royal Highness the Queen if there is a way to save the country of Wei. Revenge and survive.”

Jiang He looked at the general.

It was a few years ago that we clung to Bu Village.

In this way, they were once comrades-in-arms.

The general continued: "Revenge is the duty of a minister of the Wei State. I live because Gaotang's mother is still alive, but all my brothers were buried in the battlefield, and I am the only one left. For the sake of filial piety and brotherhood, I want to live."

The words Mang Mao wanted to curse were stuck in his throat.

No one is alone and has no worries.He is not afraid of death and cannot ask others to die too.

He looked at Jiang He to see what answer she had.

"Revenge against the Yong Kingdom," Jiang He said, "You can't win."

The general lowered his head, understanding that what Jiang He said was true.

"Fortunately, Wei State has another enemy," she raised her hand and pointed south, "Chu State."

The Chu State was the murderer of the prince Wei Ji, and people like Xinling were Wei Ji's trusted troops.

"It turns out you want to use us to help you conquer the Chu Kingdom," Mang Mao laughed, "It's really a wishful thinking."

This is of course taking advantage.Jiang He didn't defend himself.

Another general who was kneeling on the ground said: "If we can't defeat Yong, can we defeat Chu?"

"Not necessarily," Jiang He looked calm, but his eyes seemed to have thousands of troops galloping, "We must attack at the right time to seek a chance of survival in a fatal situation."

Is it so difficult?
It’s so difficult, it might as well be——

"Surrender will lead to death." Jiang He saw what he wanted to say, and said clearly when he was hesitating, "The Yong Kingdom will not believe you now."

Zhao Zheng said that he would completely annihilate the main force of Wei.

"Do you believe it after defeating Chu?"

Jiang He held Wei Ji's troop dispatch letter in his hand, unfolded it in the palm of his hand and said: "Under my command, it will be enough to finish the attack on Chu."

He still needs to be at her disposal.

In other words, in the name of Queen Yong, the main force of the Wei army should be recruited.

Then let them go through life and death to help Yong Guo conquer the world and gain a chance of survival.

This matter sounds like a conspiracy, like the calculation of these people who are good at strategy.

The generals looked at each other, and those who were kneeling stood up one after another.

Since they are all dead, it is better to fight Yong Jun now.

It is better than being a minion of Yong and fighting against Chu.

Jiang He did not force them to stay.She held the three-edged arrow tightly and looked at the generals standing at the door.

The general who had guarded the Divination Village with Jiang He suddenly turned around and said, "Please forgive me for saying so bluntly. Your Highness is willing to join us in the battle to kill the enemy and give us a chance of survival. We don't believe it because we don't understand why you are like this. "

Why does a king and queen care about the life and death of other countries' armies?
Jiang He also stood up.

She looked out of the hall, listening to the faint sorrow and music outside, and said warmly: "Because the young master entrusted the people of Wei to me when he left. I believe that the army of Wei is also the people of Wei."

The master's entrustment?

The army of Wei State are also the people of Wei State?
The general looked at Mang Mao with a moved expression.

Mang Mao stood at the door, tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn't lift his feet.

Does the master they follow also care about their life and death at the last moment of his life?
In this somewhat stagnant moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded outside.

"What a saying, 'Wei's army is also Wei's people'!"

Everyone looked out in surprise and saw a man appearing on the trail.

He was handsome and handsome, holding a sword and striding forward with a bundle on his back. His white clothes were fluttering in the wind, as if he was carrying the courage to risk his own life.

For the first time he wore white.

Jiang He took a step forward and called, "Long Yangjun."

A small smile broke out on her face.

Great, you're not dead.

"Son."

All the military officers in the palace saluted together.

There are two young masters in the state of Wei.

Wei Ji of the royal family, and Long Yangjun, a young man with a different surname who was granted the title of King Jin by the late king.

Lord Longyang was favored for pleasing Wei Yu, but later he was respected by the courtiers for his excellent swordsmanship and diplomatic skills.

He stepped forward, greeted Jiang He first, then turned around and said with a sad expression: "The late king hid Wei Yu, swallowed the token to protect the safety of our country, and was disembowelled by the Chu people. He has already died."

"what?"

"So cruel!"

They knew that Wei Yu might have died too, but they didn't know that his death was so miserable and humiliating.

There were a lot of discussions in the hall, Jiang He turned around and left slowly from the side door.

She knew that she no longer needed to stay.

With Lord Long Yang and his friendship with Wei Yu, these troops will be persuaded by him.

Next, just spend this limited time with Wei Ji.

The snow fell silently, and tomorrow was the day he was buried.

On the night when Zhao Zheng came back from the dust, Wei Weijun wrote a thick memorial on the verification results of the missing secret letter and submitted it to Zhao Zheng's case.

He didn't look, but turned his questioning eyes to Li Wenzhou.

"how?"

Li Wenzhou told the story.

"Xiaolu committed suicide out of fear of crime. Miss Chen couldn't bear the punishment of Zongzhengyuan and confessed that she had something to do with Jiang Bi."

Zhao Zheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he immediately frowned.

"Jiang Ben?"

"Yes," Li Wenzhou sighed, "probably the young girl wanted to have Wei Zipei die in Daliang because of her longing for spring. But she happened to see His Majesty take back his life, and a single thought led to a big mistake."

"Just one thought?" Zhao Zheng sneered, "Do you know the consequences?"

In fact, the biggest consequence was that he got angry with Jiang He.

Even though they finally looked at each other from afar on the dock, the thorn of mutual distrust was already between them.

"Death by law."

Zhao Zhengdao.

Li Wenzhou took a deep breath, and thinking of Jiang He's instructions before leaving, he still raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, when the queen left, she said she would take special care of her. Who would have thought that she would..."

Say you want to take care of her?

Zhao Zheng raised his eyes and looked at Li Wenzhou. As his breath surged, Qingjun's face showed a look of suppressed anger.

So bad, still need to take care of me?
"Perhaps Queen," Li Wenzhou lowered his head and said fearfully, "is grateful for that prescription, which came from the ancestors of the Chen family."

That life-saving prescription, even if Jiang He thought of the key to the treatment, was indeed left by Chang Sangjun.

And Chen Nanxing is the descendant of Chang Sangjun.

Okay, let her live.

Life is worse than death.

"Ask her to follow the army," Zhao Zhengdao said, "to be a medical official. She will follow wherever Yong's army attacks."

Medical officials.

He advanced and retreated together with the soldiers, and saw countless doctors who lived and died.

"Let her see," Zhao Zhengdao said, "how difficult it is for people to live."

(End of this chapter)