Fu Canglu

Chapter 553

The Northern Wei Dynasty did not have the mind to celebrate the new year.

No matter how lively Jiangnan is, it has nothing to do with Luoyang at this time.

Cao Zhixuan didn't look very angry or annoyed, instead he was smiling.

It's just that in the early court at this time, a dozen officials were inexplicably missing.

Only veterans like Wan Jinhou knew that the man surnamed Cao was not as old as Xiao Wang, but he was fine in the accident, calmed down, and kept a calm face. On this road, ordinary people are far behind him.

The angrier he gets, the more he smiles.

Those officials who lacked the early court are probably already under Sen Luodao's prison at this moment, suffering torture until they spit out the secrets Cao Zhixuan wanted to know. If they wait until they vent their anger, they can die.

These absent officials, without exception, are Xiguan officials.

Xiguan emphasizes martial arts over culture, and it is difficult for civil servants to stand out. If there is a seat in the imperial capital of Luoyang, it will be a huge sweet pastry for Xiguan literati, and they are vying to eat it. The dignitaries then approached the power center of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

This leads to a problem.

Before the Baipao feudal lord passed away, some Li Qings were in town, Xiguan and the Northern Wei Dynasty were still at the same level.

After the death of the great feudal lord, Xiguan and the Northern Wei Dynasty remained unchanged on the surface, but in the dark, they were unilaterally severed by Yuan Sizhi from Misty Poe. , Xiguan didn't use it at all, and ignored it at all, most of them returned to the capital in a fit of anger.

Xiguan didn't even sell the face of the owner of Fengxian Palace.

Xiguan belongs to Li Qing.

Li Qing's is Li Qing's.

It's not Li Qing's sister, and it's not Cao's.

Thinking of this, Cao Zhixuan took a deep breath.

The court meeting ended early, and he reviewed many major events, projects, and plans of the Northern Wei Dynasty with neither joy nor sorrow, and then walked alone towards the Senluodao Prison hidden underground in the Luoyang Imperial Capital.

he thought quietly.

Just a little bit by myself.
It's only a little short, and you can hold Xiguan in your hands without a single soldier.

Mori Road's prison is different from the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

Those who violated the criminal law of the Northern Wei Dynasty would be imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment according to law, awaiting interrogation, reviewing at various levels, and then receiving due punishment.

But Sen Rado is different.

In Sen Luodao's prison, the prisoners are all sinners who are directly sentenced without going to trial.

Cao Zhixuan heard the desolate cries in the prison, as well as the angry howls scolding himself, and ignored them all. He took a quick look. The civil servants in Xiguan were weak and couldn't bear the beating. Hanging limply on the torture apparatus, a bit stubborn, seeing him coming, yelling and swearing, trying to do his best, spewing saliva and splashing on himself.

It's a pity that it's all in vain.

"Cao Zhixuan Cao thief!"

"Master Jiang will do it for us!"

"You don't regret dying!"

Cao Zhixuan looked at it indifferently.

These people were forced to drink the blood essence of the demonic way unique to Sen Luodao.

Simple whipping will not lead to death. Those who fainted will be tortured endlessly after they wake up with cold water. As for those who want to insult themselves, not only is it in vain, but it will incur even more inhumane torture.

After standing there for less than a minute, the smell of blood was too strong, so he shook his head and left.

Of course he knew that most of the officials sent by Xiguan to Luoyang were really scholars who were planning to display their ambitions in Luoyang. Fortress, or in the barracks, and will not be sent to Luoyang.

So how can these people spit out Cao Zhixuan's so-called "desired secret"?
They don't know anything about Xiguan's secrets.

So why did Cao Zhixuan arrest these Xiguan officials?
Why is the torture so far?

He walked out of Senluodao Prison, walked for a while, and came to the gate of Fengxian Palace, where he heard a baby crying.

The young emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty squinted his eyes, no one knew what he was thinking.

There is also hostility, and there is also anger.

He passed Fengxian Palace, but did not enter.

Walking all the way to the place where the great master of the purple robe lived, he saw Xuan Shangyu lying on the bed, half of the purple robe was dyed red, with his eyes open, looking towards the roof of the house.

The few imperial doctors beside the bed stayed up all night and were extremely busy, but they could do nothing about the injuries on the Great Master.

Xuan Shangyu didn't turn his head.

He asked softly, "Have you ever vented your anger?"

Cao Zhixuan didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The imperial doctor retreated tactfully, leaving the two alone in a room.

Cao Zhixuan said word by word: "Why are you here?"

Xuanshang Yumuran said: "It's all fate, you can't escape. What can I do? What can you do?"

He frowned.

Xuan Shangyu said weakly: "The majesty of the Western Regions is a person who can't be counted by profound arts. He pays more attention to karmic retribution than I do. He just pays for retribution. If he wants to retaliate, send another finger, and I will be with you." Yan Xiaoqi is going to be out of his wits."

Cao Zhixuan looked at the part of the purple robe that was pierced by the "Feng Xian", bleeding profusely.

The great master closed his eyes and said: "For me, this injury is not serious, even piercing through the heart, just resting. Even if it doesn't get better in this life, it's not a big problem to just spend the day on the bed."

"For Yan Xiaoqi, it's different." Xuan Shangyu took a deep breath and said, "She has already rushed back to Mobei, and the Majesty didn't want to kill her. The sword pierced through the body of the King Kong, and half of the blood was thrown away. In Jiang Qingyi's body, Yan Xiaoqi doesn't hold on to his injury now, and delays the Mobei King before the injury explodes, it will be a great loss to the Northern Wei Dynasty."

Cao Zhixuan spit out two words softly.

"absurd."

Xuan Shangyu closed his eyes silently.

"It's ridiculous."

The man from the Cao family smiled and said: "The majestic national teacher, and my queen, you two plotted against Xiguan, instigating the king of Mobei on the border of the Western Regions, hiding for the monsters, and raiding Xiguan. My Xiguan died overnight. How many lives?"

"It's ridiculous."

Cao Zhixuan laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and he asked seriously: "I want to ask you, what position do you, Li Yu, put me in?"

"This is my Great Wei!"

Cao Zhixuan scolded loudly: "This fucking Xiguan, it's my Xiguan! Dead here! How many! People!"

He slapped him on the sapphire table next to the bed, and the jade table suddenly shattered. At this moment, the Cao family man was heartbroken, and asked in a deep voice: "Xuan Shangyu, how could you play such a stupid game!"

The great master in purple robe closed his eyes a little unwillingly.

"Xiguan locked the battle line outside Liangjia City."

"Yuan Zhongcheng beheaded all the officials sent to Xiguan from Luoyang, hung their heads on the battle flag, and announced the whole thing to the world to collude with the demon clan, bury Xiguan, and use demon gu. How absurd are these things? What's even more absurd is that when the news reached Luoyang, I was the last to know?"

Cao Zhixuan held his belly in both hands, laughed loudly, burst into tears, and said: "How do you let the world see me? How do you let Xiao Wang of Qiliang see me?!"

His expression suddenly became serious, and then became ferocious.

"what?"

"You tell me!"

Heavy snow is flying.

The battle flags are flying.

The desolate song echoed on Misty Slope.

"The road to Xiguan is long, and the white clothes and robes are stacked with armor"

The meandering Xiguan is covered with heavy snow, paved with roads, white clothes are like snow, and soldiers are everywhere.

"Pray for peace, Li's words are short and long."

All of them have the word "Li" hanging on one side of their shoulders and on their upper arms.

They stood in the heavy snow. This was the last day before the New Year's Eve. The atmosphere in Xiguan was solemn, full of mourning, and heartbroken singing.

"A vassal king in Xiguan, with a stretch of mountain roads for hundreds of miles"

"A big gun stands on the top of the mountain, and the fragrance of wine is wafting from the tip of the gun!"

On Misty Slope, the spear of the white-robed feudal lord stands on the top of the mountain.

The long spear, with its tip facing the sky, was extremely murderous.

Yuan Zhongcheng didn't wear white clothes, but green robes, and lowered his eyebrows, standing beside a young man.

With four fingers, he grasped the cork of the huge wine jar, and pulled it out with a "sudden" sound.

The wine is fragrant.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, the same color as the heaven and earth heavy snow. His complexion was also bloodless, but he seemed to be in good spirits, his lips were bright red, and he read a few words.

The singing in the back stopped in summer.

The words read by the young man read as follows.

"Don't look back at Xiguan, go to guard the pass to be the Great Wei"

"When a man dies, the monument is next to the three dogs."

This was the most widely circulated drinking song in Xiguan when the white-robed prince was alive.

Instead of singing, the man in white robe whispered the last two lines.

There is a sentence in it, which is to guard the pass as the Great Wei.

Now the battle flag is hunting.

A few drops of blood spilled from the head on the flag, dyed snowflakes in mid-air, and dripped to the shoulders, instantly dyeing the white clothes red.

Hanging on the battle flag are the heads of Wei officials.

Jiang Qingyi took Yuan Zhongcheng's huge wine tank with one hand.

He stood in front of the tomb of Prince Li Qing.

Slowly tilt the vat to let the wine pour out.

From behind him, Guo Youzhi, Dong Yun, and a row of Xiguan officials all lowered their eyebrows respectfully, and no one made a sound.

Jiang Qingyi slowly stretched out a finger, inserted it into her lips, bit it down slowly and forcefully, and stood in front of Prince Li Qing's tomb.

He suddenly tore off his white robe, dipped in blood and wrote:
I once fought for Wei.

He also died for Wei.

Today, I will crusade against the Great Wei, and pay homage to the heroic spirits of Xiguan until I die in battle!
Yuan Zhongcheng looked at the young man in white robe with compassion.

He gave Jiang Qingyi half of the Fucanglu in the prince's tomb. This young man has obtained the great fortune left by the prince, and his cultivation has already ranked among the top in the world.

And his body...has long since lost the bookish aura of frailty.

In a daze, it seemed as if he saw the high-spirited prince back then.

Under the white robe, there are layers of cool armor.

Jiang Qingyi pursed his lips tightly, and drank loudly, facing the strong wind, he thrust his blood-stained white robe into the tip of the gun.

The red robe dances wildly in the wind.

The incomparably grand singing resounded among the soldiers of Xiguan
"Don't look back at Xiguan, let's go to abandon the pass and break the Great Wei!"

Jiang Qingyi's hands were scarlet, and he raised his arms to support the sky, as if holding up a sky.

The wooden sword on his waist moved with the wind, clanging.

"Hold my Xiguan sword, hold my Xiguan gun!"

"Sacrifice my one hundred thousand souls, cast my ten thousand vats of wine!"

"Wait for the day when the white robes are folded and the battle flags enter Luoyang!"

(End of this chapter)