"Alas, please leave!"
In Yanjing, at the gate of a large courtyard, the housekeeper sighed helplessly and asked those who were reluctant to leave.
Wang Liufang, the daughter of Wang Heng, one of the former four commanders in the capital, was also the ex-wife of Song Yanqing, the senior brother of Niu Youdao when he was in the Shangqing Sect.
Wang Liufang, who refused to leave at the door, had tears in her eyes. She grabbed the door frame and cried, "Housekeeper Chen, I beg you to tell Old Master that Father is no longer here. Our house has been raided. I really don't know where to go after leaving this place."
Seeing that the Song family had fallen, Wang Heng forced the Song family to write a divorce letter for his daughter. After leaving the Song family, he couldn't let his daughter be single for the rest of her life. The next year, he found another family for his daughter.
Although Wang Heng was one of the four commanders in the capital, his daughter was remarried after all. It was impossible for a rich and powerful family with a similar background to marry a remarried daughter. He couldn't force his daughter to marry someone with a similar background, so he could only settle for the next best thing. However, no matter how he settled for the next best thing, Wang Heng still found a good family for his daughter, which was a merchant family in the capital.
The merchant was also happy to curry favor with Wang Heng. With Wang Heng as their in-law, their business was naturally smooth.
But now, Wang Heng was dead, and he committed suicide because he was involved in the rebellion.
Those who were clear-minded naturally knew that Wang Heng couldn't have committed suicide. He was most likely killed by the people in the palace.
Originally, the people behind Wang Heng only wanted to silence him, but who knew that things would fail? In order to clear their names, they could no longer turn a blind eye to Wang Heng's crimes. Wang Heng's crimes were made real, and the Wang Clan, which had committed a great crime, was wiped clean.
The palace didn't go too far and didn't implicate the Wang family too much. The proof was that they didn't touch Wang Heng's married daughter.
But Wang Liufang's in-laws didn't know that this was a secret deep in the palace. They saw that the capital was raided and even Wang Heng's house was raided for the crime of rebellion. It was said that Prince Yong of the Southern Province, who had a large military force, was offended. How could they not panic when it concerned the life and death of their whole family?
In order to draw a clear line between them, the in-laws gave Wang Liufang a divorce letter and asked her to leave!
The housekeeper couldn't drive her away by force, so he sighed and said, "Madam, please think of it for the sake of the two young ladies. The two young ladies are so young, you don't want to implicate them, right? This matter is too big. Our family can't afford to get involved in such a big matter! "
After Wang Liufang married here, she gave birth to two daughters.
Hearing this, Wang Liufang's cheeks were filled with tears. She loosened her grip on the door frame and turned around to leave. Wiping her tears, she slowly walked down the stairs.
A few servants who were part of the dowry also left with them.
The matter seemed to be very serious. Yi Xing did not dare to stay in the capital, so he left the capital.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Not long after they left the capital, several servants saw that Wang Liufang was no longer in danger, so they took advantage of the time when she was asleep and tired to take their gold and silver and ran away.
Fortunately, there was still a servant who was loyal to the Wang family. He used to be Wang Heng's bodyguard and had fought with Wang Heng on the battlefield. Later, one of his legs was crippled, and he limped when he walked, so he could no longer serve in the army. It was inconvenient for him to make a living outside, so Wang Heng kept him at home to take care of him.
Because of his trust in him, Wang Heng arranged for him to stay by his daughter's side.
This servant did not disappoint Wang Heng. He did not abandon Wang Liufang and brought her back to his hometown.
When they returned to the countryside, Wang Liufang, who was born into a wealthy family, was used to having everything she needed. What else could she do? She had to rely on that crippled servant to support her.
A man and a woman lived together without any official title. The people in the countryside gossiped about them. Later, Wang Liufang took the initiative to marry that servant who was about ten years older than her. Gradually, she learned to do farm work, sew, and other household chores. Slowly, she became a farmer's wife. She even gave birth to three children for that servant.
From then on, Wang Liufang never mentioned her background and her illustrious family background. She did not dare to mention it.
As for her two daughters in the capital, she never heard from them again. She lived a poor life and couldn't give them anything. She was too ashamed to see them and didn't want to contact them again. She could only silently wish them well in her heart.
For the latter half of her life, Wang Liufang hid her identity. Although her days were bitter, she spent the rest of her life in peace.
Under the general trend, the fate of many rose and fell. Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy, life and death, the joys and sorrows of parting and reuniting, all rose and sank in the great waves. They had no control over their lives. In the end, time mercilessly ignored them. Living was more important than anything else.
…
In the Song Nation's imperial palace, Luo Zhao, who had woken up from his daze, opened his eyes in shock. He saw Emperor Song, Mu Zhuozhen, standing beside the bed with his hands behind his back and staring at him. He subconsciously looked around, but he was not in his own home.
"You are awake?" Mu Zhuozhen asked.
Luo Zhao slowly got up in silence and sat there without saying a word.
Mu Zhuozhen said, "This is just a small setback, and you are unable to recover from it. You are such a disappointment!"
He had no choice but to bring Luo Zhao to the palace. The frontline commander was incompetent and could not stop Jin Jue's attacks.
In just one battle, the Song Nation lost two hundred thousand men. Just this battle alone caused the Song Nation to panic. In the next battle, Jin Jue forced them to retreat again and again. Jin Jue, who had always fought steadily, suddenly revealed his sharpness and attacked ferociously!
The frontline commander's ability was clearly superior to Luo Zhao's!
News of the defeat came one after another. The Song Nation immediately brought the drunken Luo Zhao into the palace to sober him up.
Luo Zhao still did not speak.
Mu Zhuozhen said, "Luo Zhao, receive the decree!"
…
Occasionally, fallen leaves fell. Jia Wuqun sat under a tree and looked through the collected intelligence.
Prime Minister Zi Pingxiu dragged his exhausted body over and sat opposite Jia Wuqun. Jia Wuqun looked up and smiled. He picked up a brush and wrote a few words on a slanted board with a piece of white paper: Prime Minister is tired.
After he finished writing, he turned the writing board to face Zi Pingxiu on a specially made swivel.
Zi Pingxiu waved his hand and sighed. "Luo Zhao has been reinstated and has been urgently sent to the frontlines to preside over the war."
Jia Wuqun picked up the brush and wrote on the back of the board: The situation is hopeless. Luo Zhao alone is powerless to turn the situation around!
After he finished writing, he turned around, and the side that he had written on turned back. He reached out and tore off the piece of paper that he had written on.
Zi Pingxiu said in pain, "Is the Song Nation finished just like that? Mister, do you have any good ideas to teach me? "
Jia Wuqun wrote, "I can't do anything about it either." He turned around and tore off the page that he had turned around.
Zi Pingxiu said, "That year, the Song Nation was weak under the suppression of Yan Emperor. After that, the Song Nation quickly rose and strengthened its national strength. Only then did we have the confidence to swallow the Yan Nation. Others thought that it was because of my contributions to the country, but I know that it was because of Mister's good ideas. Now that Mister is saying this, my heart turns cold! "
Jia Wuqun: I am a scholar, not good at war. I am helpless in the face of war!
Zi Pingxiu pointed to the information he had collected and said, "Mister, you have been collecting information about the Wugong Ridge in the south. Aren't you thinking of a solution? Mister, the situation is critical. You can't hide anything! "
Jia Wuqun: Although I have a solution, it is only to prolong my life. Moreover, His Majesty may not agree!
Zi Pingxiu became spirited. "Whether His Majesty will agree or not, Mister, tell me about it first."
Jia Wuqun wrote, "Rebirth" and showed it to Zi Pingxiu.
Zi Pingxiu was puzzled. "What is rebirth?"
Jia Wuqun: Everyone knows Wugong Ridge's ambition. He wants to be the Emperor, but he lacks the divine artifact!
Zi Pingxiu was shocked. "You mean that we should give the divine artifact to Wugong Ridge and let him be the Emperor?"
Jia Wuqun nodded.
Zi Pingxiu stood up, stroked his beard, and paced around for a while. Then, he sat back down and asked, "If we give the divine artifact to Wugong Ridge, will he dare to be the Emperor? If he is the Emperor and the Han Nation defeats us, he will be the next! "
Jia Wuqun raised his pen again: Wugong Ridge has no way out. If he becomes the Emperor, the Han Nation will not let him go. If he doesn't become the Emperor, the Han Nation will not let him go either. They will deal with him sooner or later. If we give him the divine artifact and provoke him, he will definitely be the Emperor! The Goddess Sect supporting him will definitely have internal strife!
Zi Pingxiu said, "If we give him the divine artifact, will he send troops to help us?"
Jia Wuqun: No! Only when His Majesty abdicated, offered up the Divine Equipment, supported Wu Gong Ling to ascend to the throne of the Song Kingdom, and controlled the north and south of the Song Kingdom would he do his best to fight with the Han Kingdom. Only then would the Song Kingdom gain more strategic space. Only then would they have a stronger resistance. The three major sects of the Song Nation will agree to this, but His Majesty will not. His Majesty would rather die in glory than live in dishonor!
Zi Pingxiu fell silent. He understood why Jia Wuqun said that the Emperor would not agree.
Jia Wuqun wrote another line of words and showed it to Zi Pingxiu: To protect the Song Nation, His Majesty will die, but the Prime Minister will not lose his position! To protect the Emperor, His Majesty and the Song Nation will both die, and the Prime Minister will also die! I will not teach the Prime Minister to be a disloyal and unjust official. How can the Prime Minister reflect on himself?
Zi Pingxiu stood up again and paced back and forth in the courtyard. From time to time, he lowered his head and looked up at the sky, sighing and sighing.
He understood what Jia Wuqun meant. As long as he took charge of this matter, not only could he protect himself, but he could also protect a group of people in the imperial court. If Wugong Ridge wanted to take over the Song Nation smoothly, he needed these people. But as Jia Wuqun said, once he did this, he would be disloyal and unjust.
Jia Wuqun quietly watched him pacing back and forth. Ever since his tongue was cut off by the Misty Pavilion, he could only stay quiet.
After a while, Zi Pingxiu turned around and asked, "Sir, did you have this idea for a long time, but you just didn't want to say it?"
Jia Wuqun picked up his pen and wrote down the reason for him: The worst plan. It is useless to say it earlier. The Emperor is in a state of panic, and he has eyes and ears everywhere. If he makes any moves, it will be a disaster. He can't act rashly until the last moment, and the Prime Minister must not reveal any clues. In the end, the three major sects of the Song Nation just need to give the Prime Minister a push, and they will not hesitate to help him. With the protection of the three major sects, the Prime Minister will not be in any danger!
Zi Pingxiu smiled bitterly. He understood. It was just a gentle push, and the Mu Family's imperial power would disappear in an instant. He sighed and said, "Sir, you have really given me a good idea. It really puts me in a dilemma, and I can't make a decision! I would like to ask Sir, do you feel guilty for making such a bad plan? "
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