Chapter 188 Four Captures and Four Manipulations, Baiyue Is Convinced

"Ying Ziyi, you bastard. If you want to kill, just kill without saying anything."

As Yi Xusong's furious words fell, the tent fell into an eerie silence. The generals stood silently, not knowing what to say. Outside the tent, a gust of wind blew past, causing the tent to tremble slightly.

Translation Song took a closer look and saw that Prince Qin, who was sitting in the first place, was not only lifeless, but also had a smile on his face.

This was the first time that Yi Xusong saw someone who was still laughing after being scolded, but he heard Ying Ziyi slowly say: "You seem to be begging for death?"

There was a sudden sudden change in Yi Xusong's heart. Even he himself didn't realize it. For a moment, he really thought this. Perhaps it would be better to be dead than alive.

"Hmph!" Yi Xusong was also the king of Yue after all. How could he admit that he wanted to think about it in front of many Qin generals, saying such depressing words.

The curtain outside the tent was pulled open, and a young man in black armor walked in from the outside.

After the young general entered the tent, he didn't say anything. He showed his hand to Prince Qin, who nodded. The young general walked to Prince Qin's side and stood with his hands behind his back.

Translator Song felt strange in his heart that the ranks of the Qin army were clearly divided. This young general is dressed in black armor, which is different from the other generals in this tent. Although Xu Song was the king of Xiou in a corner of the country, he still had a broad vision. This young general's black armor is superior to the armor of most generals in this tent. But the strange thing is also here. There is no mark on this young general's body to identify his identity. In other words, he has no military honors.

How could a person without military merit be in Prince Qin's tent? Besides, he was still standing next to Prince Qin, a place that was beyond the reach of most people.

"Yi Xusong, what do you think of me, Great Qin?" Yi Xusong was a little surprised, why did Ying Ziyi suddenly talk about irrelevant things.

"****Shangguo is naturally not comparable to Xiabang."

"That's right." Yi Xusong just said modestly as usual, but what he didn't expect was that Ying Ziyi actually hit the snake with a stick and followed the words.

"The empire is picturesque and full of humanities. Wen Zhi and martial arts, let alone today's world, for the above thousands of years, the rule of the three kings is probably nothing more than this. Let's say that there are thousands of generals in the imperial army, and everyone has the talent of Sun Wu. That is. This kid in my tent can defeat Jie Jun's 60,000-strong army." Ying Ziyi boasted while pointing his finger at Han Xin, who was wearing black armor next to him.

"His Royal Highness, you have said it too much!" Yi Xusong was a little dissatisfied. You can brag, but it is a bit unbearable if you brag so much. "The Qin army is indeed prosperous, but it would be a bit exaggerated to say that this kid can defeat Jie Jun!"

"Oh? You don't believe it?" Ying Ziyi smiled, tilted his head, supported his forehead with his hands, and said, "You can go."

Yi Xusong was a little confused, but he still followed what Ying Ziyi said.

When he opened the tent, unexpectedly, the Qin army's camp was very quiet.

The Qin army held weapons and weapons and lined up on both sides, but they were silent. They artificially set out a path, which seemed to be guiding them?

Yi Xusong was pounding in his heart. He didn't know what tricks Ying Ziyi was up to, but he could only follow the road and walk all the way.

Today's sun seemed to be particularly hot, shining on Yi Xusong's half-naked upper body, making him feel uncomfortable. As Yi Song walked farther and farther, the smell of blood gradually drifted into the air, and he gradually felt a hint of ominousness in his heart.

The continuous tents were like a maze, and Yi Yusong felt as if he would never be able to finish. Just when he was about to get angry, he turned a corner and his field of vision suddenly widened.

At this moment, Yi Xusong opened his mouth wide. The information contained in the scene at that moment entered the mind of the barbarian king. The huge amount of information made him breathless.

It was a Beijing temple with layers of blood on top of it. Heads that had lost their vitality were piled together like that, expressing despair, fear, and unwillingness. Even in broad daylight, a generation of Yue kings who translated Yu Song could not help but feel chilly.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Yi Yusong said in confusion. The tall man just stumbled over.

In front of the capital, hundreds of children under the age of ten were kneeling, most of whom were frightened and insane. Yi Xusong casually grabbed one from the ground, grabbed his clothes and lifted him up. His red eyes were really scary. "What's going on? What's going on?"

The child looked at this scary big man who looked like a ghost, and trembled, unable to say a word. Yi Xusong threw the child in his hand, grabbed another one, and asked.

Translation Song's mind was at a loss, but every move he made was extremely powerful. The child who fell to the ground before was covered in blood, and one of his bones seemed to be broken.

Unlike the other children, the one in Yi Xusong's hands seemed to be relatively clear-headed. With the previous example, the current child will naturally not repeat the same mistakes. He collected his thoughts and said: "Master Jie Jun took us over Lushan overnight and wanted to enter Xiou. Who knew that we were ambushed by the Qin army halfway."

"Is Jie Jun a dead man? The Qin army only had 10,000 troops. How did it surprise him with nearly 60,000 troops?"

Translation Xu Song has been sending people to monitor the Qin army's camp, and it is impossible for them to hide their large-scale military mobilization from him. This is why Yi Xusong dared to assert that the number of Qin troops who attacked Jie Jun did not exceed 10,000.

"I...I don't know." For this professional question, the child in Yi Xusong's hand obviously didn't know how to answer. "That night, more than a dozen people from our tribe were sleeping. We heard a noise in the middle of the night. Then, the brave leader of our tribe ran over and told us that there was an enemy attack and told us not to panic. He said that Lord Jie Jun had summoned the warriors of the tribe. We went forward. But later, the noise became louder and louder. In our camp, Captain Dayong also left with warriors from ten tribes. Before leaving, Captain Dayong said that we should find a place to hide. But after dawn, we They were still found by the Qin army. Everyone is dead, and I am the only one left in our tribe."

At the end of the sentence, the child in Yi Xusong's hands couldn't help crying.

Yi Xusong loosened his hands and murmured: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Yi Xusong stumbled and walked out, and no Qin soldiers stopped him. However, Yi Xusong felt as if there were invisible shackles all around him, squeezing against him desperately, suppressing him until he could hardly breathe.

........

In the royal city of Xiou, in the cave, Yi Xusong was sitting alone on the steps in front of the tiger skin throne. What was he thinking?

He has been sitting there since he came back from Qin camp. It has been three days, and the translator Song has not had a drop of water, nor has he said a word.

Even so, no maid or slave dared to come near. They knew the temper of their own king, so they did not dare to add a single voice in this gloomy cave, for fear of offending their king and putting their lives at risk.

Boom, boom.

The eldest elder Lu Wen walked towards Yi Xusong step by step on crutches.

At this time, only the Great Elder Lu Wen in Xiou Kingdom dared to come to this cave.

"I just got the news that Jie Jun's 60,000-strong army was completely wiped out, and all twelve barbarian generals under Jie Jun were killed in the battle. He was the only one who escaped back to South Vietnam."

"Who is the leader?" Yi Xusong raised his head, and his huge head was extremely pale at the moment.

"I don't know." Lu Wen shook his head and said, "It is said to be a guard next to Ying Ziyi who has not yet performed the crown ceremony."

Translation Xusong looked at Lu Wen and said mockingly: "In that day account, I thought what Ying Ziyi said was just bragging. But now it seems that he was telling the truth."

"Your Majesty..."

"Even this childish kid in my tent can defeat Jie Jun's 60,000-strong army." Yi Xusong repeated what Ying Ziyi said in the tent at that time, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Your Majesty..." Lu Wen became more worried and took a step forward, wanting to persuade him, but he didn't know how.

"You know what? I'm scared! I'm really scared!" Yi Xusong yelled, trying to vent all the negative emotions in his heart.

After Yi Xusong finished his roar, he felt a little better. Lu Wen stepped forward, patted Yi Xusong on the shoulder, and softly comforted him: "Your Majesty."

Yi Xusong looked at Lu Wen, the great elder whom he regarded as his father, and said with a tone of frustration, "I'm afraid that one day the people of our tribe will be like those 60,000 people, stacked on top of each other like that. Together, they rot, stink, and are eaten clean by wild birds.”

"No, Your Majesty. Prince Qin still needs you." Lu Wen said in a serious tone. He was reminding Yi Xusong that he was a king.

"What?" Everyone has a moment of weakness, even the King of Xiou. Yi Xusong's eyes flashed, and he quickly regained his confidence and asked: "How do you say it?"

"Has your Majesty ever thought about why Prince Qin captured and manipulated your Majesty three times, but never harmed your Majesty's life?"

King Xiou shook his head and said, "I have never been able to figure this out."

"Prince Qin hopes for a peaceful Xi'ou, not a rebellious Xi'ou. To achieve this, he needs your help, Your Majesty."

"What will happen if I don't help?" Yi Yusong still had a hint of unruliness in his expression.

"Then Prince Qin will continue this game. Three captures and three verticals, four captures and four verticals, five captures and five verticals... until the king is willing to surrender. The Qin army is too strong, and the Qin Prince is too strong. , so strong that we are no match at all.”

"Then if I surrender, will the Qin army let our tribe go?"

"Yes." Great Elder Lu Wen nodded, "Because of benevolence and righteousness."

"Benevolence and righteousness?" Yi Xusong said disdainfully, "Those Chinese people are just wearing a so-called veneer of benevolence and righteousness. In essence, they are more cruel and vicious than us and Beihu."

"Your Majesty is right. The Emperor Zhou entrusted more than a hundred kingdoms, but in the end only seven were left. The Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period, what did they do to the Beihu, Dongyi, Xirong, and the natives of the Southern Barbarians? Massacre the city and destroy the country without mercy. For hundreds of years, it is the blood of these barbarians that has created their glory and strength. What is ridiculous is, how are their history books recorded? Chinese people, their so-called benevolence and righteousness They will never inflict it on their opponents who threaten them enough."

"You mean, Prince Qin wants to impose that so-called benevolence and righteousness on me?" Yi Xusong felt a sense of shame welling up from the parapet.

Lu Wen's rickety body remained motionless, looking at Yi Xusong with sharp eyes, as if looking at a child, and patiently advised: "Your Majesty, now is not the time to be impulsive."

"Is that all there is to it?"

"As long as Emperor Qin doesn't die, Prince Qin doesn't die. Your Majesty, that's all you can do."

Yi Xusong took a deep breath, seemed to have made up his mind, and said, "What should I do?"

"I tied myself to the Qin camp and asked for forgiveness!"

...

From autumn to winter and then to spring. Tian Yan has lived in the eldest son's house for a long, long time.

Spring snow is falling. Under the old tree in the courtyard, Tian Yan stretched out his palm, and a snowflake slowly melted in his white palm. Tian Yan's health was not good, and the cold chill spread from his hands and quickly spread throughout his body.

The bustling palace life in the Prince's mansion for several months had almost made her forget what the life in the farmhouse was like before? She needed this chill to keep herself cold and hateful.

Hatred for Prince Qin Ying Ziyi!

Tian Guang died. Tian Guang, who cared for him like a father, died at the hands of Ying Ziyi.

After Tian Guang's death, the strong pressure above his head was lost, and the unruly nature of many heroes in the farm family finally began to emerge. The Zhu family's Shennong Hall and Situ Wanli's Siyue Hall have not listened to orders for a long time. Tian Mi’s attitude towards Kui Kuitang is ambiguous. Now, the only people standing next to Tian Yan are her father's Lieshan Hall, her second uncle's Chiyou Hall, and Tian Zhong's Gonggong Hall.

Most of the power of the farm family has escaped his control, but Tian Yan is not discouraged.

How cunning! He clearly said that he wanted me to participate in the chess game in this world. But now, you have pulled out all the chess pieces around me!

It was very quiet in the courtyard, unusually quiet. There was almost no one walking in the long corridor behind me. On this winter afternoon, the entire eldest son's residence seemed to fall into a lazy atmosphere.

Tian Yan stood under the tree for a long time. At a certain moment, she suddenly felt that the entire eldest son's residence was moving. No! The whole Xianyang City was in motion. At this moment, Tian Yan felt that everyone in Xianyang City was talking about what? The hustle and bustle outside the mansion has even reached this courtyard.

"What's going on?" On the aisle behind Tian Yan, the chamberlains around He Fusu were walking around from time to time, so hurriedly that they seemed to have forgotten about themselves.

"Miss Tian Yan."

Fusu came as always, but at this moment, the corners of his gentle brows were tainted with a hint of coldness, and the tall bridge of his nose drooped slightly, looking a little dull.

"Your Highness, the eldest son." Tian Yan saluted and said.

"It's a cold day in spring. Miss Tian Yan should put on more clothes when she goes out." Fusu looked at Tian Yan's thin clothes and said unconsciously.

"Thank you for your concern, sir."

Fusu smiled, walked from the corridor into the courtyard, walked to Tian Yan's side, looked at the old tree, and murmured: "A tree is like this, how can people be embarrassed."

"Has His Highness the Crown Prince finally accomplished that matter?" Tian Yan asked as if he had thought of the reason for the commotion in the city.

"That's right. Not long ago, my father received a military report from Baiyue. Ren Xiao and Zhao Tuo each commanded an army of 100,000, divided into two groups. They have occupied South Vietnam. The enemy chief Jie Jun surrendered. And King Yiyu of Xiou Song Geng tied himself up in the camp and bowed down to plead guilty. Ying Ziyi captured and manipulated four people, and all the land of Baiyue, except Luo Yue, was included in the territory of the empire. The barbarians were educated and made to surrender to China. So. With unparalleled credit, even people like Feng Quji, Li Si, and Wang Wan began to praise the virtues of the prince. Not to mention the generals in the army. Overnight, our great Qin generals stationed in various places They all sent letters of congratulations one after another. Ying Ziyi’s position as crown prince is already unshakable."

"His Royal Highness the eldest son, there is no need to worry. As the saying goes, the greatest prosperity will inevitably decline. Maybe now is the beginning of his highness's counterattack."

"you mean?"

"Many of the nobles of the Six Kingdoms have begun to make moves. This is a huge force. The more solid Ying Ziyi's foundation is in this empire, the more uneasy they will become. Mightn't His Highness, the eldest son, be able to take advantage of them?"

Tian Yan smiled, dazzlingly.

...

Confucianism, Xiaoshengxian Village, Tingtao Pavilion.

Tingtao Pavilion is built on a cliff by the sea. Outside the pavilion is a long corridor. Yan Lu and Zifang stood on it, observing the boundless sea.

"Unexpectedly, I finally asked Prince Qin to do it. In this way, senior brother's attitude will surely loosen up!" A gentleman like jade, gentle and elegant. No matter when and where Yan Lu encounters anything, he can treat it with a normal mind. Zhang Liang envied Yan Lu's calm state of mind, but he couldn't learn from it. There was so much in his heart that he could never let it go.

"With four captures and four moves, the King of Yue surrendered. As a result, it will be difficult for the land of Baiyue to cause turmoil again. Many people are afraid that they will be disappointed." Zhang Liang said with a smile.

"Oh?" Yan Lu glanced at Zhang Liang, "I thought you, Zifang, were among the disappointed crowd, but now it seems that it doesn't look like that."

"Senior brother is joking. If fate is like this, what can Liang do?" Zhang Liang said helplessly.

"Destiny?"

"The longer Liang Cong studied, the more confused and ignorant he found himself." Zhang Liang shook his head and had no intention of continuing.

"God's will is unpredictable, and the ovary must not make false claims." A majestic voice came, and Fu Nian walked out of the pavilion and walked behind the two of them.

"Elder brother." Zhang Liangyan, Lu and the others leaned over and saluted.

"Yan Lu, Zifang, I have already asked my uncle for instructions. From now on, Confucianism will join the command of His Highness the Crown Prince."

Has this moment finally arrived?

Yan Lu and Zhang Liang said in their hearts at the same time.

"But what Emperor Qin did is ultimately contrary to the purpose of our Confucianism!" Zhang Liang looked at Fu Nian and wanted to argue.

"Yes, but Prince Qin is also the future of the empire."

Confucianism is not betting on the present! Fu Nian said in his heart.