Nightfall Chapter 132: If you never danced back then

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two If You Never Danced Back then

The morning light went from xi to bright, General Xiahou walked towards the east front line blankly, Gu Xi and a team of guards followed him silently. The light from the rising sun shone on his armor, emitting a faint white luster, and it looked like a mighty **** standing in the holy spirit.

Walking into the temporary tent of the Chinese army camp, Xiahou remained silent for a long time after hearing the subordinate general's report of the result of the left-front cavalry's entry into the Yan Realm in the morning, and raised his head and said: "Split the Yan to capture three hundred for punishment. "

At this time, there was no third person in the tent besides him and Gu Xi. Gu Xi watched him hesitate to say something, and persuaded him: "The general decided to conceal the assassination before and only sent a secret letter to His Majesty. If you kill the prisoners in front of the battle, I am afraid it will be difficult to keep this matter, let alone those Yan Yan. People will take the initiative to promote this."

Xiahou Moran said: "The entry of the Yan army has made my people in Datang weak and weak. They burned my villages and killed 300 prisoners of war. The general did not believe anyone dared to speak more."

Gu Xi was silent for a moment, and said: "However, killing the prisoners is ominous, your majesty...will not like it either."

Xiahou took off his helmet and put it aside, quietly watching this loyal subordinate who had been with him for more than 20 years, and said: "You should be very clear that your Majesty has never liked me very much. I can still I live because I have established immortal feats for the empire. I have always rewarded and punished me. As long as I can continue to make contributions, the princes of the central government cannot hold me, so your majesty will not move me easily. In this way, your majesty likes It doesn’t matter whether you are a general or not. Besides, if your Majesty likes me too much, I really don’t know how to deal with myself."

In this passage, especially the last sentence, there are some meanings that only the two of them understand. After a moment of silence, Gu Xi was about to say something, and the horizontal pattern embroidered with gold thread on the cuff suddenly lit up. Bright.

"Go," Xiahou said.

Gu Xi silently bowed his hands and left the camp.

There was no one in the tent, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on Xiahou’s face, and he whispered: "How lucky is this general, to meet such a forgiving king like your Majesty, otherwise I really don’t know how many times I will die, gentlemen can deceive With the right side, can I deceive your Majesty? It’s just that the king cares about the old love and the love that no one knows. Let me live longer these years."

After a while, Gu Xi raised the curtain and walked back, holding a secret letter smeared with flame in his hand, and walked to Xiahou and said softly: "The military talisman has passed on the letter. It’s not peaceful. I heard that there was a homicide in Nancheng, which even alarmed the Yu Lin army."

Xiahou sneered and said: "The kings in the court deceived your majesty and benevolence, and even the subordinates of the general dared to kill. The other day, he suffered such a big loss in the hands of Chao Xiaoshu. Haven't he learned Be honest in front of your majesty?"

"It really has nothing to do with the princes in the court." Gu Xi shook his head and replied: "The Chun homicide case in Nancheng killed a master of the cave profound realm, and that person was a former military official, so he provoked these Storm."

Xiahou's eyes gradually condensed, squinted at him, and said, "Go on."

"I don't know the general, do you remember this person, he is Yan Suqing, he used to be a clerical appraiser in the military department, but few people know that he is a great swordsman..."

Speaking of this, Gu Xi glanced at the general with deep meaning, and continued: "This person should have been enlightened and learned swordsmanship in Xiling Haotian Temple. After being expelled from the military headquarters for what happened in the past, he has been safe. He steadily followed a certain tea merchant in Chang'an City to survive, but he did not expect to die in the end."

The atmosphere in the tent gradually became serious and condensed, and the candlelight in the corner was shaking and restless. After being quiet for a long time, General Xiahou asked calmly: "Thirteenth year of the Apocalypse...How many is this already?"

Gu Xi responded softly: "Yushi Zhang Yiqi crashed and died. Former Xuanwei General Chen Zixian died in the East City. Together with this Yan Suqing whose head was cut off, he has died this year for the third time."

The people of the Tang Dynasty are simple and ruthless. Chang'an has a large population. Although the public security is excellent, if you want to say that there are abnormal deaths, I am afraid that there will be one or two every day. The two in the account are talking about the third Naturally, it does not refer to the number of abnormal deaths in the 13th year of the Apocalypse, but to the deaths related to those past events.

"If it weren’t for this year’s Queen Empress’s birthday banquet this year and allocated a pen to the military department, the military department would not have thought about visiting veterans and handing out cloths and condolences, nor would they find that Chen Zixian, who no one remembers, had died suddenly. ."

Gu Xi looked at Xiahou and said softly: "Now Yan Suqing has also been cut off, with very similar methods. If it can be determined that Yushi Zhang Yiqi's so-called accident... is also a killing, then the truth will be found." /

"Not everything has the truth." General Xiahou said indifferently: "The **** people in those two cases were all dead, who will remember these things?"

Gu Xi responded: "When a fisherman casts a fishing net, he always thinks that he can catch it in one net, but in fact, every time the fishing net is out of the water, a few fish that slip through the net are always found. In my notes, General Xuanwei’s residence at least paid Eleven people are alive."

General Xiahou slowly closed his eyes, and said: "Those who can survive are all part-time labor and handyman. The Tang law enforcement cannot be cut, and all the maidservants who have deeds are dead, I don’t believe those The handyman who has nothing to do with the main family dared to harbor hatred against the court, and tolerated for many years still thinking of revenge."

"Always check." Gu Xi said anxiously: "At least as mentioned earlier, someone should be sent to see if the death of Yushi Zhang Yiqi is strange. The subordinates do not believe that there is a victim in the two cases. Stay, but I am worried that this series of killings is the use of a certain nobleman in the palace to make a living to gain power."

Xiahou responded indifferently: "The princes are still young, and the fourth princesses are just yellow-haired girls. If your majesty wants to bypass the law and clean me up, he will send someone to chop off my head ten years ago. Why use these? An insignificant means."

"But there is still a nobleman in the palace." Gu Xi glanced at his face and said cautiously.

Sure enough, when I heard these words, General Xiahou's face suddenly became cold, and he stared at him coldly and said: "Twenty years ago, when you swore to follow me, you warned you, as long as I was alive, As long as I still have a breath, you can't mention that nobleman in front of anyone. Did you forget?"

Gu Xi buried his head deeply and sincerely pleaded for sin, but deep in my heart there was a very tired and helpless sigh, thinking that the general, you don’t want the world to know the relationship with that nobleman, that nobleman is only afraid I don't want to let the world know, but the way you choose is to stay away from Chang'an and stay silent, but who can be sure that the nobleman will not use more extreme cold methods? The so-called heart is as iron as one enters the palace...

Xiahou looked at the subordinates who had been guilty in front of him, thinking about the loyalty of the other party over the years, thinking that the other party and himself have been ferrying between the banks of the turbulent river in these years, and his face was slightly sullen. He said in a deep voice: "But You’re right, things in Chang’an City must be checked and a reader is sent back."

After a pause, he added with a blank face: "Warning the service personnel, even if they find out nothing, they are not allowed to act on their own. All the evidence is presented to the military and Chang'an Prefecture. The investigation is ultimately a matter for the court."

Gu Xi led the way.

No one in the tent, Xiahou took off his heavy armor, then sat on the couch, silently watching the faint candlelight that was about to be swallowed by the light outside the tent, motionless like a statue.

His face was a little pale, and the two cultivators were killed directly by the previous thunder drink. The picture was so mighty and powerful, but no one knew that his body was still damaged.

As the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, his combat power is unparalleled. You only need to move your mind to have a strong heaven and earth vitality condensing inside and outside the body surface. The power of mind cannot be hurt, and the flying sword cannot be broken. In fact, you have to kill it. With the two assassins from the country of Yan, he can choose a simpler and harmless response.

But he is a violent, cold-blooded and barbaric General Xiahou. There are too many powerful enemies in the world. He wants to maintain his invincible image in front of enemies and subordinates, so he must choose the most arrogant and mighty response method. For this reason, he even hurts his body and mind.

If you don't want to be bothered to meet the continuous assassinations, you need to show the thunder method to forcefully crush the fighting desire of most enemies. This is probably the helplessness of many peerless strong men.

The curtain was lifted, and a small servant walked in with a bowl of bird's nest golden jujube porridge carefully prepared. The small servant looked handsome, and the porcelain bowl on the food plate was refined and beautiful, which was extraordinary.

General Xiahou indifferently took the porridge bowl and drank it, waving his hand to signal the young man to leave.

He knows that the lords of Chang'an City who are jealous and envy themselves have been secretly saying that General Xiahou likes a young man and has a different kind of interest in bedside affairs. He is indifferent to such rumors, and is not angry at all. , Because both your majesty and the places where he is truly jealous are all aware of the fact: since cooking and killing the most beloved concubine, he has never been close to a girl, and he refuses to use any maid to be close to him. serve.

Back when he killed the concubine, it was precisely when the censorship attacked and the general's status was precarious, those who thought they knew the inside story thought that he had used cruel means to spy on military planes as an excuse to kill his favorite. His concubine was to shock a certain **** who was ordered to go to the barracks for questioning.

However, only Xiahou himself knew that the great **** came to ask questions at that time, and it had nothing to do with the memorials of the court historians, and the things he feared had nothing to do with those yushis who had no power to bind chickens.

It was a summer, the night was very short and the day was very long, the luster spread by Haotian was not only warm but also blazing. The severe inquiry letter from the Kingdom of Xiling was delivered directly to the Chang'an imperial palace, and even the unknowable place expressed serious concern, and in the vast Minshan not far from the military camp, countless sword lights were vaguely visible.

"Shuang'er, you shouldn't dance that heavenly demon dance that day."

Xiahou stared at the porridge water that was gradually frozen between her fingers, thinking that if it were still the same year, the gentle woman she loved the most would definitely find it the first time, and then smiled and took out her handkerchief to wipe it off for herself. I couldn't help but shook his head, and repeated expressionlessly: "You really shouldn't dance that dance, although you...really beautiful during that dance and dancing."