After all, An Cui was a descendant of an aristocratic family. If it weren't for some purpose, would he be willing to infiltrate the Red Lotus Group and work with the rabble?
The flame tattoo on his arm meant that this person was already a small leader in the Red Lotus Group.
Feng Zhen couldn't help but wonder if this person wanted to climb to a high position in the Red Lotus Group and then seize power and people.
His suspicions weren't without reason. Wei Ci also gave him an affirmative answer.
"He has ambition and courage. How could he be willing to be nameless? But the heavens have treated him coldly, and he still lacks a bit of luck. "
"Luck?" Feng Zhen laughed. "You're becoming more and more of a quack. Did you see this from his physiognomy?"
Wei Ci avoided the topic. "His luck is indeed bad."
Wei Ci was very familiar with the life of his former master.
Sometimes, luck was also a part of strength.
When it came to ability and talent, An Cui did not lack it. However, he lacked the 'right timing'. Every time he racked his brains and made some progress, he would always be embroiled in the struggles around him. All his efforts would go down the drain. After running around for more than ten years, he still had not achieved anything.
He only had a few hundred veterans under him. Although he had a few fierce generals under him, they were all born in the wilderness and relied on their muscles instead of their brains to fight.
The world was in chaos, and An Cui jumped ship from one power to another.
When he was middle-aged, forty years old, he didn't have territory or manpower. It was truly miserable.
In the end, he wandered to Zhongzhao and asked Wei Ci for help.
Even Wei Ci had a headache when faced with An Cui's impoverished family.
To be honest, Wei Ci had always paid attention to the situation in the world, but he had no intention of leaving because he felt that no one would dare use him.
He was born on the 22nd day of the eighth lunar month in the year of Kui You.
Who would dare use him when his birth date was displayed?
Even if someone did use him, they would be on guard against him or just use him as a vase. Wei Ci wouldn't be humiliated like that.
Therefore, when An Cui took the initiative to ask him to leave the mountain, the sharp-eyed Wei Ci was quite surprised.
But he was clear-minded and vaguely understood the ambition under An Cui's old appearance.
It was rumored that Wei Ci was the reincarnation of the prime minister of the previous dynasty. That prime minister had assisted the founder of the Xia Dynasty from insignificance to the position of the ruler of the world.
Others took the initiative to invite him out of seclusion. Did they not want to imitate the Founding Father of the Great Xia Dynasty?
This person was really bold to put a "traitor" who might "betray his master and seize power" in an important position.
An Cui was determined to invite Wei Ci. Wei Ci rejected him a few times and was even left with no choice. An Cui came to visit him at the front door, but he snuck out of the back door.
However, this was not a solution.
Wei Ci was finally convinced by the other party after a round of sincere conversation.
He thought that this person had the ambition of the common people in the world, and had the joy of meeting a wise master.
Although An Cui was somewhat stubborn, hatred was also a form of motivation.
An Cui was no longer young at that time. Wei Ci was also afraid that he was a hero in his twilight years and did not have the slightest desire to fight. Hatred in his heart gave him motivation.
Wei Ci had painstakingly planned for An Cui, created publicity, recruited talents, managed internal government affairs, trained troops on the outside, schemed against other forces, formed alliances, or nibbled away at An Cui's territory … Wei Ci had worked slowly and steadily to help An Cui, going from having no territory to occupying half of Nansheng's territory.
Jiang Pengji exploited her employees and did not pay them their wages. After the incident, she knew to use the title deed of a mansion worth one copper coin to appease them and create various benefits.
Disregarding everything else, Yang Si was still able to fatten up in the winter even when he was busy with government affairs. It was evident how good his meals and treatment were.
However, when Wei Ci helped An Cui, he was really helping him. He did not see a single salary for several years in a row, but he was willing to endure it.
He was realizing his ideals. His body was poor, but his heart was not.
However, he never expected An Cui's obsession with revenge to be so deep in his bones. He was so crazy that it surprised him.
There was nothing wrong with avenging the country and repaying a debt of blood with blood.
However, Wei Ci hoped to integrate the four factions of Nanman. It could not be seen in one or two generations, but after three or four generations, they would forget their ancestors, civilization, language, and customs and completely integrate into the Central Plains. The people of the four factions of Nanman were also people. Only with a large population would the country be strong!
At that time, the competition for supremacy in the world would be extremely intense. More than ten feudal vassals would divide up the territory of the original five countries, and they would still be at war with each other.
Wei Ci wanted to take advantage of the time when they were fighting fiercely to stabilize the rear, recuperate, and develop himself silently.
He felt that he would not be able to see the world being unified in his lifetime, so he wanted to lay a good foundation for his descendants to realize.
In the end?
An Cui used military force and waged war against the four factions of Nanman for years. He was determined to destroy Nanman, and countless people and soldiers died or were injured.
In the end, he did destroy the four factions of Nanman. Whether they were innocent or not, Nanman still became history, but how many people and soldiers died in the process? Not only did so many people die, but Wei Ci's years of hard work was also wasted!
Honestly speaking, if An Cui had not fought against the south several times and wasted too much military, material, and manpower, Jiang Pengji would not have been able to annex An Cui's power so quickly!
Fortunately, Jiang Pengji did not have the habit of killing prisoners of war or massacring cities. Otherwise, more people would have died indirectly because of An Cui!
To put it bluntly, if An Cui could become the victor, he would slaughter his clan for revenge and destroy the barbarians. The history books of later generations would praise him as a mighty lord.
In the end?
He wanted revenge but still dragged his own people and people to hell. Such a person was not a mighty lord, but a tyrant.
Even though many years had passed, Wei Ci was still angry when he thought of that history.
Feng Zhen thought far ahead. He asked Wei Ci, "If this person wanted to stab the Red Lotus Group in the back, wouldn't that suit my lord's intentions?"
Wei Ci was silent for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you afraid of nurturing a tiger and causing trouble?"
Feng Zhen really liked to court death. Helping An Cui to deal with the Red Lotus Group was a great idea.
This fellow even laughed and said, "How can An Cui be considered a tiger? If we use him well, we can use the opportunity to let him restrain the forces in Nansheng. "
There were no eternal enemies in the world. There were only friends with similar interests and enemies with opposing interests.
Wei Ci sighed. An Cui was indeed a tiger, and a big one at that.
Once he met the right person, he could soar to the skies.
"Don't let your guard down. A dam of a thousand miles can be destroyed by an ant's nest, let alone a living person."
Feng Zhen said indifferently, "You're just too cautious. An Cui is just a stray dog now. Moreover, we don't know if this An Cui can be supported by a wall. Observe him in secret. If it's feasible, we can manipulate him. "
Wei Ci's expression changed when he heard that.
After a while, Wei Ci sighed and said, "Indeed, I'm thinking too much."
He clearly didn't want to be affected by the memories of his past life, but when he considered things, he couldn't help but be dragged into the ditch.
The situation now was different from his past life.
In his past life, An Cui was powerful and prosperous. His lord, Jiang Pengji, was the object of ridicule.
A woman vainly trying to get her hands on the Nine Tripod Cauldrons. How laughable was that?
He was so poor that the people under him had more muscles than brains. Although he was capable in war, he was weak in internal affairs.
Without a stable rear, how could he expand outward?
However, within a few years, An Cui, along with a small part of Nansheng, had been swallowed up by this person.
Times had changed.
Now, Jiang Pengji was strong, and An Cui was alone.
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