"You are wrong, Your Highness!" Wang Wenzuo grabbed Fuyu Long's hand with scorching eyes: "You have the blood of the Fuyu family. Your ancestors have ruled this country for hundreds of years. From the nobles to the common people, they all admit this. People of the same bloodline have the right to rule this country. As for how many people are around him, it doesn’t matter. When Buyeo Fengzhang came to Baekje, how many soldiers were around him? Whether it was Onimuro Fukunobu or Dochen, it didn’t matter. Are you all bowing down to him?"
"Okay, maybe what you said is right! But why would the Silla people kill me? There are still my brothers in Chang'an, and they also have the blood of the Fuyu family. Besides, Silla is a vassal of the Tang Dynasty. Aren't they afraid? To anger the Emperor?"
"You are the legitimate son of King Yiji. Your brothers cannot compare with you. If you die, it will not be easy to find a new king with the same reputation as you. As for the people of Silla!" Wang Wenzuo said slightly After a pause: "In order to compete for land, there is nothing they dare not do! And even the emperor will take the overall situation into consideration!"
"Big picture? What big picture?"
"Goguryeo, this is the overall situation of the Tang Dynasty and the emperor's overall situation! You understand now!"
Fu Yulong fell into silence, and there was silence beside the fire, with only the sounds of Diao Dou and the night wind coming from the distance. Wang Wenzuo didn't rush, he knew that letting Fu Yulong think clearly at this time was the best choice. After about half a cup of tea, Fu Yulong exhaled a long breath: "Wang Canjun, even if what you said is right, so what? I should have died on the day Sixi City was broken. Even if I die today, it is too late." Well, death is actually not that terrible for people like me?"
"Your Highness is so excused, so I have nothing to say!" Wang Wenzuo's expression suddenly became cold, and he stood up: "It's getting late, and there may be a war tomorrow, so I won't stay with Your Highness anymore. , please forgive me for being rude!"
Fu Yulong stood up, but he did not leave immediately. He glanced at Wang Wenzuo hesitantly. He was still sitting by the bonfire, and then he turned and left. Just after taking two steps, Wang Wenzuo's voice came from behind.
"Death is the only way to go through the ages. Since His Highness is not even afraid of death, it will be useless no matter what Wang says tonight! If His Highness's mind changes one day, just let me know!"
When he returned to his residence, Fu Yulong lay down on the bed without washing up. Wang Wenzuo's words just now echoed in his ears: The only way to die is through all the hardships! yes! What's more terrible than death? No matter how terrible other things are, there is always a future, not an end, but after death there is nothing, complete nothingness. Although those Samanas say that there is another world after death, no one has ever come back from that world.
At this time, the night wind blew the curtain, making a whining sound, and a twisted black shadow was cast on the tent wall. When it fell in Fu Yulong's eyes, he suddenly transformed into a tall old man holding a staff.
"Who——!" Fu Yulong exclaimed: "Is it you? Aye! Is it you?"
The night wind howled, and Fu Yulong's breathing gradually calmed down. At this time, he had recognized that the black shadow on the wall was just the projection of a certain flag or a certain haystack. It was just his own hallucination. He closed his eyes, but his thoughts became more and more disturbed. For a moment, he even hoped that what those Samanas said was true. The dead people just went to another world. As long as there were corresponding spells, their souls could be recalled back to the world. In this world, meet your loved ones. If this is really the case, he can recall his father's soul and ask him what he should do now. He needs advice so much now.
As time went by, fatigue gradually caught Fuyu Long, and he gradually fell into sleep. Throughout the night, his dream was filled with many scattered fragments, but Fuyu Yiji did not appear, and naturally he did not get it. The advice he craved.
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Zhou Liucheng.
Fuyu Fengzhang stood on the city wall, motionless, like a stone statue. Outside the city gate, separated by the ruins of the original market, is the Baicun River. There are many shadows of boats on the river, which are the fleets of the Tang Dynasty. Those huge warships have blocked the waterway and completely surrounded Zhouliu City.
There is a torch every twenty steps on the city wall, which becomes darker and fainter against the background of the night, as if it may be swallowed up by the night at any time. It was used to guard against possible night attacks by the Tang Dynasty. Although Zhouliu's city wall was strong and tall, the people behind the city were weak. Fuyu Fengzhang would never forget the scene he saw when escaping from the battlefield: thousands of people on the battlefield. The Baekje soldiers on the right almost surrendered to the Tang people in unison. The white flags that fell down in pieces looked like reed flowers blown by the autumn wind. At that moment, he understood that Baekje's heart was no longer with him.
"How could this happen? Did I make a mistake in killing Fukunobu Onimuro? But I am the legitimate king, and Fukunobu Onimuro was just a minister. Moreover, Fukunobu Onimuro was domineering and did many evil things. The king killed powerful ministers. Isn’t that just and natural? And I have not implicated his family or subordinates, so why are people’s hearts divided? Is it because the Fuyu family has exhausted its strength?”
Fuyu Fengzhang's heart seemed to be bitten by poisonous insects, and he could not understand how this could happen. It is not that Baekje has never been defeated before, but regardless of victory or defeat, the Baekje people will do their best and will not flee until the defeat is determined. There are very few people who are willing to surrender to the Tang people. If the situation like this is not right, there will be thousands. Never before has a man abandoned his armor and surrendered. If this continues, the time when he can become the king will be just around the corner.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Fuyu Fengzhang turned around in a disturbed mood and saw the leader of the guard standing in front of him. Next to him was the officer responsible for guarding the city gate at his feet, looking uneasy. Behind him were six tied-up soldiers.
"What's going on?" Fuyu Fengzhang asked.
"These six people are deserters!" the guard leader shouted: "They tried to take advantage of the night to lower the rope from the city wall and escape outside the city. But he released these guys privately!"
"Even these little mice are starting to escape this sunken ship!" Fuyu Fengzhang tried his best to suppress his anger and turned to the guarding officer: "Is it true?"
"Your Majesty!" The guard officer licked his chapped lips and defended carefully: "That's what happened. I have already whipped them. You can see the whip marks on their backs!"
"Is this all true?" Fuyu Fengzhang's voice had no warmth at all: "Why did you do this?"
"Your Majesty!" The guarding officer was obviously panicked. He waved his hand and explained: "The morale of the soldiers under my subordinates is unstable. If they are executed according to military regulations, I am afraid that it will cause a mutiny and cannot be dealt with. Therefore, I only use whips. Xing, I think this will-ah!”
