Chapter 393: Just finish singing and I will appear.

Style: Historical Author: Jiangzuo JunjieWords: 2349Update Time: 24/01/11 21:32:08
After finishing speaking, Wang Zhidao raised his head and stared at Wu Nian's face, observing the changes in Wu Nian's expression.

[After Emperor Yan] This is of course nonsense.

The Mongolian and Yuan people have no historical materials of their own, only some scraps. Scattered records are found in Goguryeo history books and Han history books.

But it doesn’t matter, there is a very useful method in this world, fraud.

Just like an ambitious person who wants to be king, he will suddenly dig up an ancient seal. It is declared to the outside world that this is fate.

So he took advantage of the situation and became king.

In order to seize control of the Central Plains, the Meng Yuan people were able to secure their power for a long time. Try every means to increase your halo.

This historical data.

When spring was about to begin this year, a noble from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty dug up a large ancient tomb and took out the incomplete bamboo slips from the tomb. The writing on them was very clear.

Meng Yuan was the descendant of Yan Emperor Shennong, and he traveled all the way to live in the north.

Even the genealogical inheritance is clear.

A smart person will know that this thing is fake at a glance, but if it is fake over time, it will become true. And if it is placed on Wu Nian, it can also resolve Wu Nian's so-called Yan Han.

Didn't you expect that?

We are not barbarians, we are from the same clan. You don't need to exclude us, because we are good brothers.

Wang Zhidao's idea was good, and so were the ideas of the Meng Yuan court.

But it had the opposite effect.

Wu Nian's face turned expressionless, and words could no longer describe the anger in his heart. Yan Han. There is holiness in his heart.

He doesn’t believe in Buddhism, God, and certainly not ghosts.

Only respect the ancestors.

This is faith, this is spirit.

If the Han people no longer have ancestors, are they still Han people? It was just a body that had lost its soul.

so.

During this war, he sacrificed to Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang. This gave the soldiers and the people the courage to break the cauldron, defeat Jin Huanshan, and finally win.

And now.

This guy in front of me is telling lies with his eyes open and actually blaspheming the Yan Emperor Shennong clan?

With a "bump", Wu Nian pushed hard with his right hand and overturned the coffee table to the ground. Then he pulled out the steel knife from his waist, stood up and walked towards Wang Zhidao, placing the steel knife on his neck.

"Da da da!!!!"

The soldiers guarding outside the hall heard the noise and thought someone had assassinated their general. They trotted in quickly and pulled out the steel knives at their waists, pointing at Wang Zhidao.

An envoy is a high-risk profession, and he is also an envoy from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty who visited Beishan Fort. Now that Wang Zhidao has made the choice, he is naturally mentally prepared. He is not afraid of death.

But he was very sorry, knowing that his mission was over. Wu Nian had no money or salt at all, no high-ranking officials, no generous salaries, no title to the king.

If you don’t need wealth, you don’t need beauty.

Even after the Meng Yuan people claimed to be [Emperor Yan], he didn't accept it.

There is no other way but to fight hard.

"Huh." Wang Zhidao turned to look at the steel knife on his neck. Without changing his expression, he raised his head and said to Wu Nian: "General Wu. Why do you have to take the road? As the saying goes, multiple My friend, there are many ways. Even if you don’t think about yourself, you should think about your family, right?”

"Unfortunately. I like Han Xin. I like to fight to the bitter end, and then have a grand fight. The winner takes all, and the loser's whole family dies together."

Wu Nian smiled coldly and moved the blade to Wang Zhidao's neck, soon leaving a red line on the skin.

Wang Zhidao felt a pain in his neck, and then there was warm liquid left behind. But he still kept his expression and said: "Then just kill me, general."

"But general, please bury me in peace and don't hang my head on the city gate."

But Wu Nian took back the steel knife in his hand and said calmly: "No. Killing you has no meaning. On the contrary, it seems that I, Wu Nian, have no sense of measure."

"You go back and tell your emperor. Don't do these things anymore. Come and kill with me. If he doesn't kill me, I will kill him."

"Sooner or later, I will raise one hundred thousand troops and invade your capital."

"see a visitor out."

Wu Nian raised his head and looked at a tall soldier beside him.

"Yes." The tall soldier responded loudly, then looked at Wang Zhidao with murderous eyes, cupped his fists and said, "Please."

Wang Zhidao took a deep look at Wu Nian, stood up slowly, then clasped his fists, and left majestically.

The Liaodong Tigers hated the Mongolians.

I learned a lesson today.

Vigor is courage, determination is determination.

But that would be too naive.

It would be easy for you to kill me.

But I want to raise 100,000 troops to attack the capital of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty and kill our emperor. That's absolutely impossible. The Chu State is so huge and powerful.

Neither can do such a thing.

What's more, you are a little person who claims to be [General Fu Han] and Governor of Liaodong?

As Wang Zhidao left, one soldier stayed behind and planned to help up the coffee table that Wu Nian had pushed down. The others left with fists in their hands.

Wu Nian waved his hand towards the soldier, then bent down to hold up the coffee table, then sat on the Grand Master's chair and let out a sigh of relief.

This man named Wang Zhidao is really a miracle doctor.

Cured my 800-year-old hypotension.

A mere barbarian dared to claim to be the Queen of [Yan Emperor].

What the hell. I wish I could pick up a 100-meter-long sword, fly into the clouds and ride the fog to reach the capital of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty, and then cut the capital in half.

Wu Nian sat on the Taishi chair and remained motionless in this position. It took him a long time to calm down his high blood pressure, and he stood up calmly and walked towards the door.

Let’s eat step by step.

Build up your strength first, and then fight with the Meng Yuan people with real swords and guns. Don’t become fat in one bite.

After exiting the main hall door, Wu Nian walked along the corridor to the mansion door. On the way, the officials in General Fuhan's mansion were coming and going in a hurry, as if they had endless things to do.

But whenever they saw Wu Nian, they would stop and bow before leaving.

Some officials were known to Wu Nian, while others were not. But whether he knew him or not, Wu Nian would still nod in return.

When he arrived at the gate, a group of soldiers were already waiting for him. Wu Nian decided to go back to Wu Mansion without even thinking about it.

A group of people in front caught Wu Nian's attention.

A group of people who should be city guards came over surrounded by a very low-key carriage, with some entourage surrounding the carriage.

Wu Nian could tell at a glance that these should be soldiers in the army, and they were a very brave and skillful group of people.

Since they were surrounded by soldiers, these followers must not be soldiers from Beishan Fort.

Could it be Chu State? Or the soldiers of Goguryeo? In this case, are the envoys from the Emperor or Goguryeo in the carriage?

That would be interesting.

Good things come in pairs for me, Wu Nian, today.

"General." The soldiers also saw Wu Nian and immediately bent down to salute. The soldiers guarding the carriage raised their heads and looked at Wu Nian and this person.

Liaodong tiger.

"Who is in the carriage?" Wu Nian asked.

"General Wu. I am Goguryeo Li Cao Zhenglang. At the request of the king, I came to Beishan Fort to pay homage to the general." Without waiting for the soldiers to answer, the people in the carriage identified themselves. Immediately, the curtain of the carriage was opened by a slender white hand, and a young man in his twenties or eighty-year-old got out of the carriage.