world festival

Seeing this, Tang Jiu was sweating profusely, and his vest was soaked. What Luo Tuan said was right. Yuezhou was surrounded by heavy siege at the moment, and Dong Chang, the king of Yue, was born in a state of confusion. He was only supported by Dong Zhen's single tree. It is extremely difficult to repel Zhen Haijun, if the city is destroyed, Qian Miao may spare his life for the sake of his old boss and his great tribute to the court.The person who signed the persuasion form in black and white is the best candidate, and the genocide is a certainty.Even if luck is good, the Huainan army succeeded in rescue and repelled the siege of the Zhenhai Navy, but now the military power in the city is in Dong Zhen's hands, and he has spent all his wealth to buy people's hearts. He also has the power to inherit Dong Chang. As long as there is no coercion from the enemy outside the city, Dong Zhen can usurp his father's position. This Dong Zhen hates himself so much that he dared to beat Dong Chang in front of him that day If I take Dong Chang's seat, I am afraid that my fate will not be much better than the destruction of the clan.

He also thought about this on weekdays, but every time he thought about it, he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He only thought about living in this besieged city, and every day he lived was considered a day of earning, and he still wanted to do so much.I didn't expect Luo Tuan to analyze all these clearly today, so that I can no longer escape, but his letter is gone after writing here, there must be a solution later, and he must come to me, as long as I Just wait in Fuzhong.

Thinking of this, Tangjiu had already figured it out. Although he didn't sleep all night, he didn't feel sleepy either. He hurriedly ordered his subordinates to fetch a brazier, and quickly prepared hot water for bathing.When the brazier arrived, Tangjiu personally read the silk script carefully before his eyes, memorized it clearly, then threw it into the fire, watching the white silk script turn black and curl piece by piece under the licking of the flames. The mood gradually calmed down.

After the silk script was completely burnt, the soup mortar was stirred in the brazier again with fire chopsticks, and after confirming that it was impossible to recover the handwriting, he ordered the servants to move the brazier out, take a bath and clean himself comfortably, and ate again. After ordering porridge and food, the normally radiant Tangjiu seemed to have returned to his body, so he went back to his study, lit a burner of sandalwood, sat up quietly with his eyes closed, and waited for the news.

When Luo Tuan saw Liu Wubing's confidant came back and said that he had delivered his letter, the stone in his heart fell to the ground. He was afraid that it would fall into Dong Zhen's hands if he had no chance to contact Tangjiu when he entered the city. In the previous battle in Shicheng Mountain, I killed Paoze to vote for a certificate. There were many people present, and I'm afraid I couldn't hide it from the people in Yuezhou City.Even if this kind of behavior is not counted, just looking at himself as a defeated general, if Dong Zhen wants to find someone to warn the army, this is a good ready-made target.If there is no one in the court to speak for him, I am afraid that he will spread the word to the whole city before noon.Tangjiu deeply hated himself for fighting in Shicheng Mountain, which led to his disastrous defeat and returned to Yuezhou. Since then, he had no hope of competing with Dong Zhen, and his desire to kill himself was probably more urgent than that of Dong Zhen.

So he prepared the letter before he entered the city, and deliberately only wrote half of it.Let someone hand it over to Tang Jiu. He knew that as long as Tang Jiu read this letter, he would definitely not let Dong Zhen kill him. At any rate, he would only give up if he asked him how to escape from this dangerous situation. To save his own life, as to whether Tang Jiu would burn the letter when he heard his name, without even reading it, that's beyond his guess, after all manpower is sometimes poor.

Luo Tuan was thinking about how to answer Tang Jiu, when he suddenly heard the voice of the guard in front of him: "Who is it, password?" Looking up to the direction of the voice, he saw a group of people not far away, walking here with torches Coming over, the soldiers guarding the gate had already picked up their weapons vigilantly, pointing their spears in the direction of the group of troops.

Liu Wubing also stood up, the horizontal knife on his waist was out of its sheath, but he heard a somewhat hoarse voice from over there: "Yu Yong, it's me!"

"But Jia, it's the major general, the major general is here to watch the night." The soldiers in front erupted into cheers.