"However, this is exactly what I want." Feng Linwen was already absolutely convinced in his heart, but he had a disdainful expression on his face, as if he was a staunch opponent. I don't want to do such despicable and despicable things at all.
Feng Lin's name of "Jiu Sword Immortal" is not only popular among the Tatars, but also among the Jianghu people.
Forget about the Tatars, people with some experience in the world of martial arts are not that easy to fool.
What's more, compared to the entire world, some people in the world are just a drop in the bucket.
"If I can fool the emperor and promote my name as the 'Jiu Sword Immortal' in the name of the Emperor of Daqing, this trust value should be able to increase even faster... It's a pity that a puppet emperor whose power is almost gone has only a little credibility. It's pitiful to be afraid of being inferior. If an emperor with normal rights and functions trusted me and helped me with propaganda, wouldn't it be easy for me?" Several thoughts quickly flashed through Feng Lin's mind.
At this time, Yang Xiaoyun did not give up at all, but continued to try to persuade Feng Lin Ye.
But Feng Linwen was just prevaricating.
In the end, Yang Xiaoyun was already a little impatient. Although he arranged for Feng Linyi to be settled in the general's mansion, he seemed much colder and no longer openly paid attention to him.
When it was late at night, Feng Linwen quietly avoided the people Yang Xiaoyun arranged to monitor him, escaped from the general's mansion, and went to the palace alone.
The so-called palace was actually just a renovated residence of a wealthy family in Yangcheng. Compared with the real palace, this temporary palace in Yangcheng was extremely crude.
Eunuchs and maids, usually dozens of people crowded into a room that was not spacious.
Even the concubines in the harem need to team up with each other and divide their own small territories in the same room.
The twelfth emperor of Daqing, his imperial title was Jiazheng, his surname was Zuo, and his given name was Ceting.
When Feng Linyi knew the emperor's real name... he always felt that he was taking advantage of him.
So, of course, I cheated him without any discussion.
Thinking of this, Feng Linyi's conscience, which was about to be condemned, suddenly felt much better.
It's already dark, housekeeping... Bah! Emperor Jiazheng never slept peacefully.
During the day, several concubines came to make trouble with him. Those beauties who used to look cute and good at singing and dancing now only made him feel bored when he looked at them again.
In the dead of night, when people are lonely and speechless, and there is not even a caring person who can use a spoon, he has really failed as an emperor.
Hmm... If someone knew that as an emperor who was about to lose his country, he was still thinking about such romantic matters at this moment, I'm afraid his reputation as a failed emperor would be even worse.
Suddenly Emperor Jiazheng smelled a faint aroma of wine.
This aroma of wine was very familiar to him.
In the second year after he ascended the throne, he collected the best grain and brewed it with seven brewing masters through 84 processes. There were only 16 jars in total. He gave it to his favor over the years. I served five altars, and I and my harem concubines drank from eight altars.
Today, only three altars remain.
That's a little more drink, a little less.
"Who is it? Who is so bold as to secretly drink my exquisite wine?" Emperor Jiazheng walked out of the study and looked up where the aroma of wine was coming from.
Then I saw a man with simple but elegant clothes, messy but layered hair, a face as cold as frost, and a superb demeanor, sitting alone on the eaves of the house, under the bright moon, inviting the moon to drink alone.
"Who are you, how dare you steal my wine!" Emperor Jiazheng scolded loudly.
Of course he was afraid of strangers breaking into the palace.
However, face cannot be lost.
So he pretended to yell loudly, but he wanted to attract the attention of the guards.
It's a pity that the guards around him all noticed that Feng Linye tapped the Fengfu point, and they all fell into sleep at this time.
"My country is almost gone, but I still miss your wine... Jiazheng! Jiazheng! Sure enough, there is nothing about you that doesn't look like the king of a subjugated country." Feng Linwen put down the wine jar and followed the moon with his cold eyes. The color flowed down and fell on Emperor Jiazheng's body like frost.
Jiazheng froze, feeling something was wrong.
Not to mention the guards, even the dogs raised to guard the courtyard did not make any noise when they heard such a movement.
"Asshole! I have General Xuanwu Yang Xiaoyun to protect the country. With him here, my country is as stable as Mount Tai!" Although Emperor Jiazheng was not a qualified emperor, it did not mean that he had flaws in his IQ and was mentally retarded. At this moment, no matter how much he hates Yang Xiaoyun in his heart, he must use Yang Xiaoyun's name to scare this mysterious person in front of him.
The person who can silently control all the guards and steal the 'Drunk Immortal Capital' from the secret vault is undoubtedly a top-notch master in the world.
A phoenix that has lost its feathers is not as good as a chicken. Could it be that now even the stupid people in the world can bully me so wantonly?
At this moment Emperor Jiazheng felt deeply humiliated.
This sense of humiliation... is much stronger than when he sent several princesses to the Tatars.
Such a mentality is similar to...'I would rather be with friends than domestic slaves'?
"Haha! Yang Xiaoyun... Jiazheng! Don't you know better than me what kind of person Yang Xiaoyun is? All the ministers in your dynasty asked you to move the capital to Jiannan immediately. Aren't you afraid that one day Yang Xiaoyun will completely take away everything? Military power, then kill you, ascend the throne and stand on your own feet?" Feng Linwen asked.
This statement is directly heartbreaking.
nonsense!
How could Emperor Jiazheng not be afraid?
Almost half of his nightmares were about Yang Xiaoyun suddenly breaking into his bedroom, cutting off his head, using his head as a sacrifice to heaven and earth, and starting a new one.
The other half of the nightmare is that the Tatars invaded the city. After he was captured, he was taken as a prisoner of the Tatars and sent to a barbaric land, where he was treated as an actor for the pleasure of the Tatar leader.
However, at this moment, he had no choice but to say what he meant: "Nonsense! General Yang is loyal to me, how can he betray me? Who are you to say these arrogant nonsense?"
Jiazheng was beating the drum in his heart, hoping that the person in front of him was a 'spy' sent by Yang Xiaoyun to test his attitude.
Hahaha···!
The sarcastic laughter spread from above and fell into the ears of Emperor Jiazheng, which was extremely harsh.
"In the past, there was a fool who destroyed a bell and covered his ears. What you did today is even more foolish than that fool. You stay in Yangcheng and are of use to Yang Xiaoyun for the time being. He will feed you for three months and then slaughter you. You will not be able to pay him back after the incident. Having a good coffin and a decent mausoleum can barely take care of your face after death. If you have to leave and escape into the deep mountains, you are afraid that your corpse will end up in the forest just after you leave Yangcheng. The mouths of tigers and wolves have never gotten a piece of the whole body!" Feng Linwen threatened Emperor Jiazheng with full malice.
If he wanted to pour some of his thoughts into the mind of this subjugated king, he had to first clear out the contents in his mind.
The thoughts in my mind are not water. It is not so much emptying as it is total denial.
When he was completely helpless, the ideas that Feng Linwen instilled into him became the backbone of his thinking and entered his soul unconsciously.
