The devil is coming

Chapter 130 Pushed
"My family has a poor foundation. We only have a leg of lamb. We already don't have enough to eat. What's the point of fighting over it?"
In the imperial study,
Wei Zhonghe was reading Zheng Fan's words word by word.
There was a slight delay, but not the slightest difference. His left ear was also trembling slightly. It could be said to be "synchronous sound transmission". Even his tone of voice was imitating Zheng Fan.
Ji Runhao tore off a piece of mutton, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and said:
"This kid is quite interesting. No wonder Cheng Jue would play with him."
Ji Chengjue,
It's the name of the sixth prince.
"Your Majesty, this boy is very thoughtful, and I like him very much."
This is the second time Wei Zhonghe has said this today, which means that he really appreciates Zheng Fan and feels that Zheng Fan is very suitable for living in the palace.
The ecology of the palace is originally a breeding ground for poisonous insects. The great eunuchs who can climb up from the little eunuchs at the bottom step by step all have very scheming and sophisticated methods.
But after all, the palace is not a battlefield, nor is it a world. The identity of an eunuch is inherently incomplete, not even a human being. He has to rely on his master for everything.
Therefore, the ability to please the master is the first ability for a eunuch to survive in the palace.
At this point, Wei Zhonghe is very optimistic about Zheng Fan.
He could win the favor of the Sixth Prince, the Marquis of Jingnan, and now the Marquis of Zhenbei. Even His Majesty said he was interesting.
In addition, the scene during the day when Zheng Fan used a scabbard to cripple the third prince's limbs really made Wei Zhonghe see the madness and cruelty buried deep in Zheng Fan's heart.
Ugh,
This kind of person is really born to be an eunuch.
In the world of martial arts, it is equivalent to the innate perfect body of a martial artist and the foundation of Qi for a Qi refiner.
Unfortunately, Wei Zhonghe also knew that he probably had no chance to cut off Zheng Fan's penis so that Zheng Fan could recognize him as his godfather.
If the two princes knew that they had cut off the descendants of the generals they admired, hiss...
"Haha, this is interesting. You bastard likes him, Wu Jing has made it clear that he wants to support him, and now Liang Ting is also obviously interested in this kid.
This kid is really a hot commodity and very popular. "
"No way, isn't this guy one of your Majesty's men no matter where he is? The Marquis of Zhenbei wants to lift him up, but it's hard to say whether this guy will agree. After all, the Marquis of Jingnan treats him very well.
But no matter what, as soon as your majesty opens your mouth, this kid will kneel down in front of your majesty right away? "
"I don't mind if I destroy my son. Do you think he doesn't mind in his heart?"
"This……"
"Good steel must be used on the blade. This guy is from Beifeng. Earlier, he should have been in the Suppressing Bei Army under Li Liangting. How did Wu Jing get the lead?"
"Back to Your Majesty, I checked his resume. He was first promoted by the princess because he made military exploits when he was a civilian husband and beheaded the leader of the Shatuo tribe.
But what the princess mentioned was just the captain of the school protecting merchants. She said he was under the Zhenbei Army, but it was nothing more than an idle job in name only.
Later, the imperial court intended to transfer Bei Guan to the south, and this boy was sent to Yinlang County to guard the fort. "
"Where are you going?"
"Return to your Majesty and leave for the Ministry of War."
"Cheng Jue did it?"
"The youngest son of the Minister of War, Jiang Wenzhou, owes a lot of money from the gambling house owned by His Highness the Sixth Prince."
"Oh? Didn't Cheng Jue cover up?"
"Your Majesty, this is the first time that the Sixth Prince has set out to arrange his own people since he came of age."
"He does have a good vision. This Zheng Fan is a talent."
"It seems that not only the two princes and the servants appreciate him, but also His Majesty. The servants are really envious of this boy. It took him several lifetimes of blessings to achieve his current fortune."
"You eunuch, I usually ask you to read more books, but you don't. You only know how to adopt useless godsons and buy your own property."
"Your Majesty, this servant is so stupid that he really can't read. I'm getting old. My only thought in this life is to serve you. When I can't serve you anymore, I can go back and buy a village and build a shrine." Temple, I can continue to pray for Your Majesty every day."
"You're so flattering, you're an old castrate, and your skills as a Qi Refiner are almost as good as those of the old gentleman, aren't you?"
"You can't do it, I can't do it. I've only scratched the surface of what I'm capable of."
The title "Taiye" is allowed in the palace, because the Qi Master had to escort the late Emperor's family out of the capital safely even though he was seriously injured. It can be said that he is also the savior of His Majesty today.
"Don't say such nonsense, I guess I won't be able to survive an old eunuch like you."
"Then it will be easier. When your majesty goes, take the old slave with you. When you get to heaven, the old slave can continue to serve your majesty."
"Haha, when it comes to flattering skills, Zheng Fan is not as good as you."
"This is what old slaves need to settle down and live in peace."
"Oh, you, you."
Emperor Yan's brows turned with anger,
Road:
"My family has a weak foundation, and the leg of lamb is not enough. This little bit of property is not worth fighting for, and I don't even bother to fight for it. It's better to go all out and go outside to build a big territory for me, Dayan!"
Wei Zhonghe's heart trembled.
Road:
"Your Majesty, what does that boy mean?"
He really dared to say it, he really dared to say it.
What shocked Wei Zhonghe the most was that he could actually see clearly.
"This guy has a big heart and sees things clearly."
This is Emperor Yan's evaluation of Zheng Fan.
As everyone knows, behind Zheng Fan is the most paternal sixth prince and a peerless old silver-coin blind man. It is like two think tanks accompanying you to watch the news broadcast. You will definitely be able to see more deeply than others.
"Previously, what Liang Ting said to him after he finished talking about the attack strategy."
"Did the Marquis of Zhenbei teach him how to roast a leg of lamb?"
Emperor Yan glanced at Wei Zhonghe. Wei Zhonghe immediately slapped his hands and smacked his mouth twice, but the words were silent, but Wei Zhonghe immediately knelt down.
"This slave made a mistake, please punish me, Your Majesty."
In fact, this does not mean that Wei Zhonghe said something wrong, because Wei Zhonghe was right. Li Liangting did start teaching Zheng Fan how to roast a lamb leg after Zheng Fan finished talking about the attack strategy.
But the mistake was that Wei Zhonghe's tone contained a little bit of disdain for Li Liangting, as light as a cicada, but Emperor Yan caught it.
Everywhere there is regional discrimination and occupational discrimination. This is human nature and cannot be changed.
In fact, eunuchs are at the bottom of professional discrimination, almost at the bottom. Even if they are the turtles in the red tent, it is not impossible to straighten up.
Emperor Yan's eyes fell on Wei Zhonghe,
Wei Zhonghe's back was already dripping with cold sweat.
But if you want to say that Wei Zhonghe is discriminating against Li Liangting's origin as a northern barbarian, then you are too underestimating the chief seal of the Great Yan Secretary of Ceremony.
In fact, he was testing Emperor Yan's true feelings for the Marquis of Zhenbei. As a slave, you have to act according to your master's wishes. This is his life instinct and a habit that is infiltrated into his bones.
But it is obvious that His Majesty's feelings for Zhenbei Hou are already so sensitive.
"Get up. Next time, go and guard the mausoleum for me and wait for me to come."
"Your Majesty, I don't dare."
Wei Zhonghe stood up slowly.
"Although Liang Ting was talking about roasted lamb legs, he was also saying in disguise that Zheng Fanzhi's strategy was right.
In the eyes of a general, the only thing that matters is how to defeat the enemy in front of him and how to capture the city in front of him. As the saying goes, a thousand generals are easy to get but a general is hard to find. But in my opinion, a thousand generals are easy to get but a general is hard to find.
If I tell you again that the strategy Zheng Fan mentioned is almost the same as the strategy I discussed with Liang Ting Wujing, what would you think, an old eunuch? "
"I congratulate your majesty on getting another great talent. Congratulations to your majesty and congratulations to Dayan!"
Like a roast leg of lamb,
You have to consider what materials the sheep were fed before being slaughtered, you have to consider charcoal, you have to consider spices, etc. Just like a real leader guarding one side or a commander who is attacking a side, what you need to think about is not just the battle in front of you. Or it's the gains and losses of the city in front of you, but you have to consider the changes in politics, economy, culture, the other party, and your own court.
This kind of thing is called pattern.
What Li Liangting and Emperor Yan appreciated was the pattern Zheng Fan showed in his strategy.
Of course, what Emperor Yan and Marquis Zhenbei didn't know was how many talents were standing behind Zheng Fan. Newton stood on the shoulders of giants, while Zheng Fan was carried by seven dwarfs.
"The Jiang family, are they on the prison roll or the extermination roll?"
"Your Majesty, it's on the prison roll."
"Go to the Book of Extermination."
"The slave obeys the order."
"By the way, did Cheng Jue build a temple outside the city?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, it is an earth temple, but at the back are the memorial tablets of the Min family and Concubine Min."
"Oh, I pity this kid Cheng Jue."
Wei Zhonghe stood on the edge, not daring to speak.
for a while,
Emperor Yan said:
"Push it."
.........
"Are you full?"
"If you go back to the Marquis, you will have enough to eat in your humble position."
"Why do you only eat so much?"
"I'm really not used to eating so greasy food so early in the morning."
"That's because life is so comfortable on weekdays."
"Before joining the army, my family ran a small business, so we had no shortage of food and clothing."
"If I say that I envy you, would you believe me?"
"I believe it."
"Oh?"
"Because the food in the Hou Mansion is really unpalatable."
"Oh, it really tastes bad. You know, I have been looking forward to the opportunity to go to Beijing. When I was a kid, I could grab His Majesty's chicken drumsticks when I went to Beijing."
"..." Zheng Fan.
This is the imperial palace after all. You, the Marquis of Zhenbei, can tell you about the embarrassing things that happened to Emperor Yan in the past, but Zheng Fan knows that he cannot deal with it.
Zhenbeihou walked in front, Zheng Fan followed behind.
In Zheng Fan's hand, he was still holding a lot of barbecue tools from Zhenbei Hou. Zhenbei Hou was a real person. He even brought his own tools when he was roasting lamb legs in the Royal Garden, and he didn't forget to take them with him.
When passing a pavilion gate, Zheng Fan felt that a barbecue grill was about to fall off, so he said to a palace guard standing on both sides of the pavilion gate:
"Brother, lift it up for me."
The guard immediately reached out to help, and as soon as he took over the offer, Zheng Fan saw two soldiers running behind him.
One person covered the guard's mouth, and the other put the knife edge on the guard's neck.
Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment.
The two soldiers smiled at Zheng Fan and said,
Zheng Fan also smiled,
Knowing that the other party seems not to want blood spilled on him, it is also a good intention.
Zheng Fan took two steps back.
"puff!"
The knife edge cut across the enthusiastic guard's neck.
A soldier took the grill that the guard had brought for Zheng Fan and said to Zheng Fan:
"Sir, I'll help you get it."
"Oh, thank you. Just help me pile them up. Make them neatly stacked."
"Okay, my lord."
Another soldier dragged the body of the guard away.
After rearranging the barbecue grill, Zheng Fan speeded up and caught up with Zhenbei Hou.
When Zheng Fan was running, he clearly saw a group of soldiers also running.
Along the way, several guards who had saluted him earlier were killed by the soldiers who followed him the next moment.
Not all of them were killed. For example, if one of the several people who were guarding or patrolling together was killed, a soldier would immediately take the place of the killed guard. The patrol was still patrolling, and the garrison was still garrisoned.
It was like a gust of wind blowing over and squinting your eyes, but when you rubbed your eyes and took a closer look, nothing seemed to have changed.
"What's the matter? Can you still hold it?" Zhenbei Hou asked.
"good."
"Well, young people, you have to do more things."
Marquis Zhenbei didn't explain what was happening in the palace, so Zheng Fan didn't ask. In fact, Zheng Fan probably already guessed the reason.
The influence of the aristocratic family on Dayan is ubiquitous, especially the guards in the palace. Although it is not like the Qing Dynasty in later generations who used aristocratic children as errands, it is difficult for ordinary people to get into this position. After all, The closer you are to the big shots, the greater your chances.
Before, they were holding back, but now, from the moment the Marquis of Jingnan slaughtered the Tian family, things have started to take off.
Presumably, not only was the palace about to undergo a general purge, but the Forbidden Army was also in a bloody turmoil at this time. In addition, the Tiancheng County soldiers under the eldest prince's control were definitely doing similar things.
This is the power of clans. They are everywhere, and their influence can touch almost every aspect of a country. If they move the clans, they will be able to cure the poison.
Ahead, several teams of eunuchs and maids hurried to the harem. Each team was led by a big eunuch in red.
They were going to invite some of the concubines and ladies in the palace to ascend to heaven.
The saying that emperors have no family affairs is not only reflected in the fact that women in the emperor's family often need to be reduced to tools for political marriages. In fact, the emperor himself is also a sacrifice for this saying.
In the early stage, in order to win over the family, you have to marry the girl from this family, right?After marrying into this family, you can't ignore that family, right?This, this, and that, they also want to marry.
Many of the women in the harem had a family behind them, and sometimes, in order to achieve a deeper political marriage, the emperor had to work hard to get them to conceive and give birth to a prince or princess with the blood of their mother's family.
Recalling what Xiaoliuzi said yesterday, his father has been working hard on those "beauties" in Xiahang of the Qian Kingdom recently. He probably also wants to give birth to one or two descendants with Qian Kingdom blood to facilitate the use of troops against the Qian Kingdom. Rule it.
No matter how interesting and pleasant things are, as long as political tasks are added to them, they will become dull and boring.
a fire,
Since the fields and houses were burned,
quickly,
He will start a prairie fire and the entire Yan Kingdom will be set ablaze.
Walking in the palace at this time, Zheng Fan felt really excited. This excitement probably came from the fact that he was able to become a "witness of a historical moment."
In front, a man wearing black armor appeared. His armor was the style of the Zhenbei Army. There was a wooden box beside the man.
"Master Marquis, please put on your armor."
"I really don't want to wear such heavy armor."
Marquis Zhenbei shook his head, but felt helpless.
The man opened the box, and inside was a set of simple and majestic armor.
Simple is simple. As for how majestic a set of armor is, that comes from Zheng Fan's imagination.
After all, it is Zhenbeihou's armor, just like the lamb leg roasted by Zhenbeihou himself, it always gives people a special feeling.
The Marquis of Zhenbei did not pull up the tent either. In fact, it was top secret that he entered the palace from the West Garden today, and this man was the only one who came with him.
Zheng Fan stepped forward to help. The armor was very heavy and it was difficult for Zheng Fan to lift it up. This shows why the Marquis of Zhenbei didn't like wearing it anymore. It felt almost like carrying several sacks of rice on his body.
There was also a large ringed python-headed knife in the box. Good guy, it was so heavy that Zheng Fan couldn't lift it the first time.
The man reached out and pulled out the big knife with a slight lift. Zhenbei Hou reached out to take it, but he didn't hold it up stupidly. Instead, he pointed the knife's edge downward, and the blade pierced the palace floor tiles.
Holding a knife,
Zhenbeihou said:
"Qingshuang."
"Master Hou."
This man's name is Qingshuang?Kind of like a woman's name.
There are seven general soldiers under the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, six of them are given the surname Li, and only one is not named Li. Zheng Fan was introduced to him by the sixth prince, and this is the only one who is not named Li. It is not because he is not taken seriously, but precisely because of his His identity is very sensitive. There are rumors that he has the blood of the Golden Family of the Barbarian Royal Court or that he is a descendant of a prince who competed with the late emperor for the throne. There are even rumors that he has the blood of a royal family from Jin and Chu.
At least, it seems to Zheng Fan now that he does not have the blood of the Golden Family. There are still obvious differences between the appearance and characteristics of the barbarians and the Yan people.
"There is an empty general in your town, give it to this boy."
"Yes, Lord Hou."
"Master Hou..."
"You are originally from Beifeng and belong to our Zhenbei Army. Now, you are just going home."
"Master Hou..."
"There's no need to rush to thank you. We don't like this in the Marquis Mansion. If you want to thank me, just use your merits. I never look away from others. You must not let me make an exception."
"Master Hou..."
"That's it, you will follow Qing Shuang from now on. Don't be afraid of Tian Wu Jing's blame. Tian Wu Jing is still half a lifetime away from me."
"Master Hou."
"Ok?"
This time it was Qingshuang who spoke up as a reminder.
Zhenbeihou stopped talking to himself and looked in the direction indicated by Qingshuang. Suddenly, Zhenbeihou's face turned red.
over there,
Standing was a stalwart figure who was slightly younger than the Marquis of Zhenbei, his gilded armor shining brightly in the morning light.
(End of this chapter)