"Zixiao is too rash. How can the Nie Camp still be rational? What if he really doesn't come back? "
Old Master Sun Wen was very worried about this. The current situation was very bad. Wei Ci running over would be courting death.
He understood the logic of Wei Ci's analysis, but how could people worry so much when they were agitated?
Not to mention other things, if one or two disobedient and hot-tempered generals wanted to use force, could Wei Ci escape unscathed?
"If he doesn't come back, more than two hundred thousand people will be buried with him. Zixiao is not at a disadvantage." Qiguan Rang took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "Since ancient times, how many emperors have been buried alive with people, but not even this number. Besides, Zixiao is a loach, it's not easy to catch him. "
Sun Wen choked. He did not expect Qiguan Rang, who had always been single and unsociable, to crack a cold joke.
"Nie Liang's death is more or less related to the lord. I'm afraid that going to mourn will be seen as a provocation."
Although Old Master Sun Wen hated the Nie Family, he felt it was a pity when he thought of Nie Liang's death.
Qiguan Rang smiled coldly, "It's human nature."
Was Wei Ci really going to mourn sincerely?
Don't be ridiculous. He mainly wanted to confirm if the person was really dead. He also had the intention of flaunting his strength and suppressing the Nie Family.
Normal people would not believe that a weasel marrying a chicken for a hundred years was an act of kindness from the bottom of his heart.
While the two were chatting, Wei Ci and his party arrived two miles away from the Nie Camp and were stopped halfway.
"Who are you!"
The scouts of the Nie army looked at Wei Ci and the others with hostility, and faintly surrounded them.
Wei Ci smiled and bowed while riding on the horse, "We are here on the orders of our lord to mourn Duke Guangshan."
When the Nie Army scouts heard this, their faces turned livid and they wanted to draw their swords to kill.
Wei Ci smiled faintly, as if he did not see the shining blades. Instead, it was the soldiers who escorted him who came forward to protect him.
"When two armies fight, envoys are not to be killed. Today, we are here on the orders of our lord to mourn Duke Guangshan, not to fight in front of the battlefield. Is it your idea or someone else's? Duke Guangshan has just passed away, and you are ignoring military discipline? "
Wei Ci was so calm that he managed to subdue a few soldiers of the Nie army.
They looked at each other and finally took a step back and sent someone to pass the message.
When Nie Ying and the other hot-tempered generals heard this, they exploded in anger.
"What does Liu Xi mean? You've angered the previous Master over and over again, and now you've sent some cheap slave soldiers to pretend to be nice? "
This general's scolding was not polite at all. The scholars frowned when they heard this.
The price of a head was only one copper coin. Whether it was a slave or a soldier, both of them were the lowest class in society. Even if they were angry in their hearts, Jiang Pengji had the guts to send someone over. The status of the messenger was definitely not low. It was too hurtful to scold someone as a "slave soldier with a high price."
Another person gritted his teeth and said, "Just a moment ago, they were playing tricks on us, angering our late lord to the point of dying of illness. Now, they're sending people to offer their condolences and hold a funeral. Clearly, they're taking advantage of our Nie family for granted. Get him to scram! If he dares to take even half a step into the former Lord's mourning hall, I'll make him come in on his knees and roll out like a human swine! "
Some of the generals were even more hot-tempered. They carried weapons that weighed 30 to 40 kilograms and wanted to go out.
"Everyone, please wait a moment. I'll go chop off his head and offer it to the former Master's spirit."
Hearing that they were getting angrier as they spoke, Wei Yong, who was dressed in a plain mourning dress, berated them with an indifferent expression. "Enough. Isn't it messy enough?"
Everyone had indignant expressions on their faces. They were all men of iron and steel. How could they endure the fact that the enemy was taking advantage of them?
Wei Yong said, "Take care of the former Master's funeral and stabilize the army's morale to prevent Liu Xi from taking the opportunity to make trouble. Only after these are done can the former Master pass away with peace of mind. If you touch the messenger, Liu Xi won't care if the former Master passes the seventh day of his death. Do you want to see a new scar on the former Master's body before it's even cold? "
His words were so harsh that the few troublemakers did not dare to make trouble again. However, there were some who were unconvinced.
"If Liu Xi dares to send his troops, this general will dare to meet them head-on. The former Master died unjustly. Do you still want to be humiliated by them after his death? "The general straightened his neck and asked angrily," Is the military advisor afraid of death? You know that the traitors have ill intentions, yet you still want to protect them? "
"This isn't about being afraid of death. It's about looking at the bigger picture." Wei Yong had not slept well for two to three days. His face was abnormally pale, but he still forced himself to say, "You can act like a hero for a while. If the former Master's funeral can't be held, then you can lead the troops to fight Liu Xi."
The general said mournfully, "Are you going to let them flaunt their strength in front of the former Master's coffin?"
Wei Yong said, "Not necessarily. If they come, they should offer incense and mourn. They should act like filial sons and grandsons. "
When the general heard this, he felt a little better.
Wei Yong asked the messenger, "Who is the messenger Liu Xi sent?"
The messenger replied, "This person's surname is Wei and his name is Ci. He claims to be Liu Xi's advisor."
In an instant, everyone realized that Wei Yong's face was twisted. It was an indescribable expression.
"Wei Ci? Isn't this Zi Shun's younger brother? "
As Nie Liang's right-hand man and close friend, Wei Yong's family connections had been completely uncovered. Many people who were on good or bad terms with him knew that Wei Yong had a third brother who was squatting on Liu Xi's side as an advisor. They had never imagined that the person who came to mourn this time would be Wei Ci.
This time, someone laughed mockingly.
"It looks like Liu Xi also knows what he's doing."
Another person echoed, "That's true. If he didn't know what he was doing, why would he send Wei Ci over? Isn't it because he wants Elder Brother's protection?"
Wei Yong said coldly, "If Wei Ci is the slightest bit disrespectful in front of the former Master's coffin, he will definitely kill him himself."
When these words were said, those who had other thoughts did not dare to say anything else.
Before the former Master Nie Liang died, he had entrusted Young Master Nie Qing to Wei Yong. Wei Yong was the Young Master's father-in-law and had a strong backing.
Fan Chen said to Wei Yong in private, "I've made things difficult for you. Your younger brother is also insensible."
Wei Yong said, "Zixiao has been a sensible child since he was young and has never caused anyone to worry about him. If he dares to come, he most likely has the confidence to escape unscathed. "
Fan Chen choked for a moment. "Who gave him the confidence to pull out his swords?"
Wei Yong said in a muffled voice, "His elder brother."
Because he understood his elder brother's character and knew that Wei Yong would consider the bigger picture, Wei Yong was certain that Wei Yong would not dare to let anything happen to him in front of Nie Liang's coffin.
Fan Chen cast a sympathetic look at Wei Yong.
With such a troublesome younger brother, Wei Yong was pitiful enough.
Even though the smell of gunpowder was thick in the tent, when Wei Ci came over, the atmosphere was considered good. At least the expected scene of someone drawing a sword and rushing up to slash at him did not happen. When everyone saw the sword hanging from Wei Ci's waist, their faces immediately fell. This fellow was asking for a beating!
As if they could read minds, Wei Ci stopped in front of the tent and unsheathed his sword before entering.
Wei Ci first bowed to Nie Qing, then nodded his head in greeting to everyone. He took out the sacrificial items and placed them in front of the coffin. He knelt in front of the coffin and offered sacrifices. His every move was flawless.
"Ci came in a hurry and had not prepared the funeral oration. I could only write it in a hurry. I hope Young Langjun will forgive me."
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