Fu Canglu

Chapter 679 Your Majesty's Seven Deadly Sins

The torrent in the snowfield is rolling incessantly.

With Nalan's return, the royal court's iron cavalry in the northern plains now has the right to speak in the royal court, all in the hands of this young man.

Several venerables stopped moving forward.

Going forward is Luoyang City.There was Qi Liang's army arrayed up there, and Xiao Buyi was there, waiting for the [-] cavalry from Beiyuan to come and fight.

Nalan said without the slightest hesitation: "Withdraw."

Except for Venerable Hanjiu, the expressions of the other Venerables were somewhat surprised.

"Why?" Nalan's expression was as usual, with a smile that was not a smile: "Could it be that you think that with [-] iron cavalry, we can wrestle with Xiao Buyi in Lanling City? Luoyang is going to die, and we still have to fight." Is it okay to go and be buried with Cao Zhixuan?"

Venerable Hanjiu silently took off the sword box behind his back, sat on the horseback, looked around, and was stopped by Nalan raising his hand.

"Anyone of you who wants to go to Luoyang City can go there in person, and I will not stop you." Nalan said softly, "Because I will also go to Luoyang City to observe the last battle of the North-South War in person. But I will not Uncle Hanjiu will take the [-] cavalry back to Beiyuan, and after Qi Liang defeats the Northern Wei Dynasty, I will negotiate with Xiao Buyi or Yi Xiao."

Nalan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Which of you agrees and who opposes?"

A dead silence.

"Okay. That's it." Nalan suddenly smiled, he turned around and whispered something to Venerable Hanjiu, and one of the several Venerables suddenly spoke.

"I object."

Nalan narrowed his eyes, and heard the Venerable Raging Fire say with great force: "Where is God Son Huyan? I only obey the orders of God Son Huyan!"

This royal court in Mobei has only been named Huyan for a hundred years.

Nalan was not angry, nor did he slap the venerable off his horse with a violent slap. He said calmly, "If you really obey Huyan's order, then you should know that this royal court is now mine."

Venerable Raging Fire hesitated to speak.

In the end, he was so angry that he couldn't speak, and taunted: "Just because of a woman? Huyan gave up the seat of Dahan? I don't believe it!"

Nalan smiled softly and said: "The idiot who wants to fight for the seat of the king's court all day long, no matter how much he talks to you, he is just playing the piano to the cow. Do you know? If you were born 20 years earlier, you will never be able to sit in this seat Chance."

Nalan said again: "How do you single out? Are you not afraid of being punched to death by me?"

Venerable Raging Fire's complexion was extremely ugly, turning blue and white. He stared at the faint red light in Nalan's sleeve robe and the faint black sword energy in Venerable Hanjiu's sword box. The veins on his forehead bulged repeatedly. After several times, Still chose to remain silent.

Nalan waved his hand and got off his horse.

He signaled Venerable Hanjiu to leave.

So the [-] cavalry turned around and turned back.

The earth trembled.

Nalan took off his black robe. He looked quite handsome, with male and female features, his hair was loose, and the black robe came down to reveal a feminine big red robe. He stepped barefoot on the yellow sand outside Luoyang City. A long sword slipped out of the sleeve robe, and the tip of the sword touched the ground, bursting out jingling sparks, walking from the desert yellow sand to Luoyang City.

Stepping over the rolling yellow sand, passing through the swaying purple bamboo, just go all the way.

Nalan closed his eyes and seemed to be following that figure.

Seeing only one side makes me haunted by dreams.

Forever and ever, never forget.

The man from the Cao family at the head of Luoyang City sighed with a rather lonely expression. He vaguely saw the scene of [-] cavalry turning around in the distance.

The sun sets.

Luoyang City has reached the final dusk.

He walked down the city slowly, everything in the distance seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Do your best.

did all that could be done.

Cao Zhixuan has long thought that such a day will come. He is a person who worries day and night. Before he took this seat, he thought about it.

he thinks.

If one day, in troubled times, will you be able to hear and reach the princes?
After that, take one more step, two more steps, and finally, can you see that seat.

Then sit up.

He thought about a lot of things, and then he did the most incredible thing.

But when he sat on the throne of Emperor Wei, he began to think about more things.

Human desires are endless.

So do mortals.So are the immortals.

Grassroots too.So is the emperor.

Cao Zhixuan held the secret remonstrance scroll and walked step by step down the Luoyang City, which was sunk by the sun. He walked slowly but silently. It has nothing to do with him.

Zong Heng died outside the gate of Luoyang City.

There was yellow sand all over the sky, and now there was more blood.

The earth trembled and the flag fluttered.

Cao Zhixuan had an illusion, like returning to the day when the fire burned Luoyang, everyone was crying and desperate, but at this moment, he happened to be the calmest one.

Walking down the head of Luoyang City, the Little Imperial City in Luoyang City was completely silent, and the outside of the Little Imperial City was already screaming and boiling. Holding the scroll, he stopped and walked, and when he reached the Cui Mansion, he stopped. .

The Hou Mansion of Marquis Cui Fu was in a mess and had been withered for many years.

Cao Zhixuan opened his lips, hesitated to speak, and finally fell silent.

Marquis Cui Fu has been dead for several years.

He continued walking, with a dull expression on his face, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes. He suddenly stopped, and was stunned for a long time. This mansion had already been covered with cobwebs, and the stone lion at the door was shot and half of it collapsed. The lion's head, the dilapidated gate that no one cares about, just half-hanging the rusty broken plaque.

There are four large rusty characters engraved on it.

Thirteen princes from the left.

The rest of the word "Hou Mansion" was pierced and shattered on the path of the white-robed old fox's arrow trajectory, and has already turned into a pile of sawdust, blowing away with the wind.

Zuo Shisanhou also died.

Cao Zhixuan continued walking in a daze.

Marquis of Tiandu, Marquis of Xiaowei, Marquis of Thunder.
Fresh faces appeared in front of him, those people's voices and appearances were still there, holding knives and sabers, and their iron armor was firm.

Now it's just a handful of loess, and we can never see each other again.

The emperor's family is empty and sad.

Walking along the road, looking back, those shoulder-to-shoulder people back then, the four vassal kings in the southeast, northwest, and the heroes of the 32 cities, were no longer accompanied by anyone.

Cao Zhixuan's eyes were a little blurred.

"His Majesty."

Suddenly a voice stopped him.

Cao Zhixuan looked up.

Wan Jinhou stood in front of the gate of the Marquis Mansion. He was dressed in dilapidated court clothes. With his sleeves folded, he bowed respectfully and said: "Today, I am waiting here to bid farewell to Your Majesty."

Cao Zhixuan stared blankly at Wan Jinhou.

Wan Jinhou.
"After today, my minister and His Majesty will never see each other again." Wan Jinhou said softly, and said with a smile: "So there are some things that I couldn't say before, but now, there is nothing to worry about."

"The collapse of the Great Wei was not the fault of one person." He bowed deeply and said unhurriedly: "But it is your Majesty's fault."

Cao Zhixuan looked at the man in front of him, it was obvious that he was risking his life to say such a thing, and at this moment, he still maintained a tepid elegance.

"Your Majesty has seven deadly sins."

"The struggle for power destroys the morality of the temple, and openly and secretly robs brotherhood. His Majesty sees it, but does nothing, and even adds fuel to the flames. This is the first crime, which is inhumane."

"Excessive jealousy of talents, suppressing the world, not allowing people to speak, not allowing talents to come out, riding iron horses and forgetting to return to the mountains, Sen Luo hunting and killing young seedlings in the rivers and lakes, to strengthen the temple, this is the second deadly sin, jealousy."

"Fengting City mistakenly killed Li Qing, the feudal prince of Xiguan, and pushed Jiang Qingyi out of Wei's arms. He was afraid of failure and did everything he could. This is the third crime, suspicious."

"Temples are corrupt, without rectification, singing and dancing in Luoyang City, singing and dancing outside Luoyang City every night, in the 32 cities of the Northern Wei Dynasty, princes and generals indulged in wine and sex, greedy for military pay, and embezzled people. , Lazy administration."

"Knowing people too much, abusing purple robes, defecting from Xiguan, Qiliang Northern Expedition, monster clan mutiny, Great Wei lagging behind every step, and finally losing everything, just because your majesty, you don't know how to adapt and know people. This is the fifth case. sin, folly."

"As a king, I don't grant freedom to my people. In the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty, there are [-] miles of floating land. You can only praise me for being more prosperous in the year of the Great Wei, and you are not allowed to say that the year of the Great Wei is not good. There is a dead silence in the small imperial city, the government and the public only see the good, but not the bad, a false appearance, falsely concealing the ruin, the sixth deadly sin, being irritable."

Wan Jinhou's expression was neither happy nor sad. He looked at the man embracing the scroll in front of him, seemed to be lost in thought, paused for a moment, and continued.

"Great Wei has [-] miles of floating soil, nearly a million masters of string control, four vassal kings guarding the southeast and northwest, and a great swordsman who has reached the top of the Spring and Autumn Rankings guards the palace. The era of the eight kingdoms with tigers."

"We are backed by the snowy plain and facing the Qi River. The north and the south are in constant trade. His majesty forced all the seven families to leave. Only the Zhong family is left behind. Now the Zhong family has withered talents and is in danger."

"Your Majesty, when you faced conquest and compromise for the first time, you chose to compromise." Wan Jinhou lowered his eyebrows and laughed at himself: "Fengxue Yincheng is a very good backer."

"Northern Wei still needs to be stronger."

"So compromise."

"Compromise again."

"When Yi Xiao and Xiao Buyi came to Luoyang City and stepped on the door, they still chose to compromise."

"Your Majesty's seventh sin is that as a conqueror, he is unwilling to raise his head and face himself squarely. As an emperor, there is weak blood flowing in his bones." Wan Jinhou said with a smile: "How can such a king be called a king?" king?"

Silent for a long time.

Cao Zhixuan's face was calm, suppressing the restless anger at his fingertips.

He asked word by word: "You say I am weak?"

Wan Jinhou took a deep breath, the heart-wrenching pain prevented him from holding on for too long, the poison he had taken before leaving the mansion had already begun to take effect, his complexion became extremely pale, he leaned on the side of the mansion door, His legs and feet were a little weak, but he still insisted on taking his last breath, and smiled softly and resolutely: "Weakness? No."

"Your Majesty, your seventh sin is incompetence."

(End of this chapter)