Nine Hundred and Ninety: War in Northern Xinjiang (27)

Everyone in the world knows that the former Prime Minister Huangfu threatened the young master, controlled the government, and tried to usurp the throne. This is a treacherous prime minister.

Now that a meteorite has fallen from the sky, and the words [the emperor will not pass on to the first generation, Huangfu will replace him] are still left on the meteorite, what does this imply?

This implied that Prime Minister Huangfu was unwilling, and now he is making a comeback to take revenge on all sentient beings.

It's nothing more than that, but Wei Ci's birth date is exactly the same as that of the late prime minister, no difference.

Such a coincidence, who can not doubt?

Ancient people were all superstitious, and they liked to use myths to explain things they could not understand.

They don't know what the world outside the earth is like, so they imagine the "Heavenly Palace" and the omnipotent "immortals".

The meteorite is the treasure dropped by the gods from the Heavenly Palace, and the words on it are naturally left by the gods.

The heaven gave a warning, implying that Wei Ci was the reincarnation of the traitor from the previous dynasty.

In the future, this person will turn his power to the government, seek to usurp the throne, and threaten the country and the country!

If it were another emperor, Wei Ci would definitely die, and his family members would be buried with blood. As far as the emperor is concerned, whoever dares to covet the destination of the dragon chair, not to mention a courtier who is on the rise, even if it is his own father, mother, wife and children, whoever dares to stretch out his hand will kill him.

Emperors since ancient times, no matter they are wise, ordinary or stupid, they all have a common characteristic in their bones——

suspicious!

No emperor can tolerate others coveting his (her) throne and rights.

During that time, memorials poured into the palace like snowflakes every day, filled with His Majesty's dragon case.

The ruling and opposition parties were shaken and restless.

Wei Ci was so overwhelmed by the tremendous pressure that he even thought about committing suicide to preserve his innocence.

However, what made Wei Ci laugh miserably was that all the people in his house were confidant guards sent by His Majesty. His every move was carried out under the eyes of these people, and even when he went to the toilet, there were several people guarding him outside. Call once in a while, if there is no answer, you will force your way in.

[There are voices of opposition from the ruling and opposition parties, Your Majesty shouldn't go his own way...Please Your Majesty...Give me freedom...]

Wei Ci never thought of seeking to usurp the throne, but everyone agreed that he would do so in the future, so he had to nip hidden dangers in the bud.

He couldn't stand the pressure from the outside world.

Instead of letting His Majesty order him to commit suicide, it is better for him to decide his own life and death according to his own will.

Wei Ci couldn't decide when he was born, at least let him decide when he died.

The small request was ruthlessly rejected——

His Majesty looked at him coldly, and only said a few words after a while.

【Wait—】

After waiting for a while, Wei Ci avoided several assassinations, and Jiang Chao ushered in the first purge.

The meteorite that fell from the sky was fake, and the words on it were also fake. This incident was simply a scheme set up by someone with intentions to murder Zhongliang.

Murdering Zhongliang may not lead to death, but under the guise of heaven's order, it is an unforgivable crime and involves the whole family.

His Majesty uncovered several forces involved in it, confiscated their property, and demoted them to common people.

Both Wei Ci and His Majesty knew very well that the few houses she confiscated were just abandoned children thrown out by others to vent her anger.

Since the meteorite falling from the sky is fake, the instructions above are also fake.

Wei Ci washes away his stigma, the death penalty is inevitable, the living crime is inevitable, and he is fined and demoted.

After this time, Wei Ci gradually faded out of the power center, and took the initiative to ask for a position similar to pension, and no longer has real power.

Although it was a round, the meteorite incident still left him with a deep psychological shadow.

The original had been gradually forgotten, but Uliba's cursing reminded him of the past.

Jiang Pengji, who was sitting at the top, curled her lips and said disdainfully, "If the curse is so effective, will you always be a prisoner?"

She mocked unceremoniously, and Wu Liba's expression could no longer be seen.

Jiang Pengji made up her mind, "Where is the need to lead troops to fight? The two armies set up an altar in front of the battle, and compete with who speaks more viciously?"

Everyone in the tent couldn't help laughing, only a few people glanced at Wei Ci and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the lord becomes suspicious,

The first to suffer was Wei Ci.

Looking at it now, the lord is open-minded and not afraid of Wu Liba to provoke discord.

"Although you and I are enemies, I respect you as a man, so I won't humiliate you." Jiang Pengji let out a rather bored breath, got up from the seat, and pulled out a gorgeous machete from her waist, Throwing it in front of Wu Liba, "You settle it yourself."

How could suicide be more honorable than death at the hands of the enemy?

At least to preserve the last trace of dignity.

Wu Liba was so confused by Jiang Pengji's reaction that he couldn't turn the corner, and stared at her with complicated eyes.

"really?"

"Of course it's true." Jiang Pengji said, "But I can't promise not to do anything about your corpse."

Wu Liba's eyes changed, and there was a bit of desolation and helplessness in his eyes.

"The sky is going to kill me in northern Xinjiang—but Liu Xi—don't be too complacent, sooner or later you will follow in the old man's footsteps."

Wu Liba said every word clearly, shook his shoulders, broke free from the shackles of the soldiers on the left and right, and picked up the scimitar on the ground.

"Your Majesty—the old minister will take a step first—"

After finishing speaking, Wu Liba grasped the handle of the knife with his still movable right hand, and pulled it out tremblingly, with tears in his eyes.

He didn't know where the strength came from, and he stabbed the blade of the scimitar into the left chest cavity, straight into the beating atrium.

His eyes were protruding tightly, and his frozen expression was ferocious and heroic, as if there were thousands of words he hadn't spoken yet.

After a while, he unwillingly swallowed his last breath, and his sturdy body fell forward, making a dull movement.

"Drag it on, wait for the weather to clear up, and hang it in front of the gate of the camp." Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes coldly, looking at the corpse at her feet, without any emotion, "When the flood recedes, integrate the three armies, and clear the northern Xinjiang along the Weishui River Tribes, chasing the remnants of Northern Xinjiang—”

"yes."

Everyone retreated, and Feng Zhen and others looked a little dignified.

It is a good thing that Uliba is dead, but it is also really irritating that he speaks without restraint.

Seeing Wu Liba's corpse hanging outside the camp, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Zhen complained, "...If you die, you can die, and if you die, you will make trouble..."

Qi Guan stepped aside, "My lord is not very human, she knows it very well in her heart. As long as you don't go too far, nothing will happen."

Although Uliba is annoying, but he pierced through the window paper in advance, the protagonist will think more and do it more thoughtfully.

Rather than being caught off guard in the future, it is better to consider everything now.

Toyoma said, "I hope so—"

The terrible flood receded slowly, revealing a scene like hell on earth, and the corpses made people shudder.

Jiang Pengji ordered the soldiers to dispose of the corpses, and all the other living people were captured as prisoners, and the property of each tribe was cleaned up along the way.

The flood affected a wide area, and the number of casualties was even more shocking. It directly maimed all the tribes along the banks of the Sui River.

Of course, all of this is far less shocking than having Ulipah's body hang in the enemy's camp.