Although Duan Zhiyuan was nominally affiliated with the Northwest Camp, his 80,000 troops were only ordered by him. If the emperor had not known that he was loyal, he would never have handed over such a huge army to him. It would have been a waste of time to rebel against the common law in the army and to transfer his son Duan Xuan to his subordinates. The emperor has always been very kind to Feng Huanjie, the general stationed in the northwest, but his guard has never stopped. Therefore, Duan Zhiyuan, the general of Fenwei, was to suppress Feng Huanjie and prevent him from having any abnormal movements. However, Feng Huanjie did not show his intention to rebel, and at this time he was going to deal with another more difficult person.

Duan Xuan watched the military doctor apply medicine to the injured Duan Zhiyuan with anxiety. Fortunately, his father's martial arts did not fall into poverty, otherwise he would not be able to support him today. The scene at that time made him feel scared now.

"Mr. Commander, General Duan was only injured in some flesh and blood, but he lost too much blood. He had to take good care of himself." Doctor Wang carefully bandaged all the wounds and then breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen so many wounded people just now, and he was full of doubts, but Duan Zhiyuan's dark face was seen, so he didn't ask more questions, and hurriedly left.

"Xuan'er, I have just compiled a letter from my father. Now you send a messenger immediately. I will notify the capital city immediately. The fifth highman will impose an edict to seize the military power of the general!" Duan Zhiyuan saw that the military doctor Wang left, and then ordered, "You must be quick, and I'm afraid that there will be changes. Judging from today's situation, at least half of the generals of the Northwest Camp have already voted for the Fifth Highman. The general may not resist as resolutely as I am. Once they have mastered the Northwest Camp, we will be in danger here!"

"What?" Even though Duan Xuan was always calm, he was in a mess at this time. At first, he just thought that he wanted to take revenge. Who knew that there was a huge hidden story behind him. "I will do it immediately, please don't worry, General!" He saluted respectfully and immediately lifted the curtain and made arrangements.

Duan Zhiyuan nodded with relief. He knew from his son's reaction just now that he had instantly set his identity on his subordinates. At such a critical moment, military affairs were much more important than personal affairs. No wonder the soldiers of Zuoying were so impressed by him. After a little calmer, Duan Zhiyuan felt the pain of several wounds burning. The consequences of fighting just now were also revealed. Every part of his body was sore and numb. It seemed that he could not accept his old age. He thought with a wry smile that it seemed that he could hand over more burdens to his son after the matter was over. Suddenly, he thought about an extremely important question, how did his son know that he was in danger?

I didn't have time to ask this question just now, but it was really strange to think of it. With Duan Xuan's cautious attitude, he would never go out easily. Who was the one who informed me? Duan Zhiyuan rubbed his faintly ached temple and was very distressed. It seemed that there were many things behind it. When he thought of Zhan Pohan who threw himself into the enemy, he felt restless. No one would want to be an enemy of him. Alas, God is willing to mess with others!

Although Feng Wuzhao sent people to intercept and kill several groups of messengers, some people escaped from the siege and arrived in the capital. Even so, it was already the eighth day after the mutiny. When Yu Xinqi, the Minister of War, received the letter from the bloody messenger, the overly tired personal soldier immediately fainted. The fight and the fatigue of the horse and horse were mixed together, and finally broke out after the mission was completed. "Come on, help him down and ask the best doctor in the capital!" Yu Xinqi opened the letter while shouting orders. If he didn't look at it, he just swept it away. Yu Xinqi had a pale face and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Sir!" Several officials next to him came up to help him. Yu Xinqi insisted on calming himself, and then he saved the matter from being secret. Therefore, he shouted loudly: "No one is allowed to spread the matter today, otherwise I will report it to the emperor and kill it without mercy!"

Seeing that the gentle boss, who had always been gentle, first made a big mistake, then he was harshly intimidated. Knowing that something was wrong, everyone quickly bowed and replied, "Please rest assured, I will never dare to spread the word outside!"

Yu Xinqi didn't care about them and shouted: "Prepare a sedan chair! I want to meet the saint, hurry up!"

After a storm, the Ministry of War finally returned to peace. From the minister to the ordinary officials, everyone was anxious. Ling Yun had been peaceful for decades, would he be going to fight again? Several old men from the Ministry of War thought of the tragic scene of fighting against foreign enemies that year, and they couldn't help but sweat. It's better not to be the evil stars coming again.

"Sad!" The emperor threw the letter to the ground hatefully, barely burst out two words, and could no longer support his tired body. He fell to the dragon throne in dejection, and his eyes became turbid.

Yu Xinqi was very frightened. Seeing the emperor's appearance, he was really angry. If there was anything wrong with the dragon body, he would be a sinner forever. He quickly kowtowed and reported: "Your Majesty, the northwest is thousands of miles away from the capital. I'm afraid that the situation has stabilized. Besides, the fifth prince may be confused for a moment and will never do anything to fight with the same family. Please relax and take care of the dragon body as the right person."

"They are already making trouble like this, how can I take care of myself?" the emperor whispered, "Duan Zhiyuan is indeed a capable person, but the Northwest Camp has many soldiers and a wide range of generals. Wu Zhao has deep-rooted forces in Gansu, Shaanxi, and Sichuan, and there is no problem with food and salary. If he really wants to rebel, he may not be able to calm down for a while, and the Central Plains will be in trouble again."

Yu Xinqi's heart trembled. The scene described by the emperor was too terrifying. No one would have thought that there would be such consequences when Feng Wuzhao was put in the northwest. I'm afraid the emperor would also regret it secretly. However, he did not dare to speculate on these things secretly. At present, he could only comfort the supreme first and then consider a feasible way.

"Your Majesty, will the Fifth Highness do this this time be related to your disposal of the He family?" Yu Xinqi carefully considered the sentence, for fear that it would touch the emperor's most sensitive nerve.

"Hmph, I'm afraid that He Mofei's death is also related to that evil. You are still expecting to calm down when you comfort the He family? It's just a ungrateful wolf. He Furong is probably going to get angry and seriously ill at this time. I really took a look. The court officials had the idea of ​​making him the crown prince at the beginning. Fortunately, I did not follow the practice of being noble by my mother, otherwise the country might be ruined by him!" The emperor coldly threw out a series of heart-wrenching words, "Tomorrow's morning court, I want to see what other words can be said for those who once clamored that it was a blessing for the country to make a legitimate son and crown prince! I have always indulged them, and it's time to rectify it now."

Yu Xinqi couldn't help but lower his body. These words shouldn't be listened to by his position. Those who advocated the establishment of the fifth prince were all important officials of the court, and now they have a roots all over the world. If this matter is not careful, the court's sect will probably be unstable, and Ling Yun's country will be even more worrying. He, a small minister of War, dared to say something, if the emperor hadn't sent him away, he would have wanted to escape long ago.

"You retreat." The emperor waved his hand powerlessly, "I don't want to hear any gossip before tomorrow's court discussion. Do you know?" The emperor's eyes suddenly became a little sharp again, "You are an old minister, you should know my nature."

"I obey the order." Yu Xinqi thought to himself that he had a few heads and dared to go out and talk nonsense. He hurriedly kowtowed and agreed, and then he withdrew from the Qinzheng Hall tremblingly.

Since he received the news that He Mofei was stabbed, He Furong has become haggard and seems to have been aged ten years. Although he has four sons under his knees, there is only one who is determined to cultivate him to inherit the family business, but he would have thought that he would have created a tragedy of a white-haired man who sent a black-haired man. He Furong has always regretted that he shouldn't have let his son run away with money. If he hadn't asked him to bring so much money, how could he provoke bandits and how could he be easily taken by the royal spies?

"Dad, take some medicine." He Mobin looked at his father's thin appearance and could hardly believe that he was the old man with extraordinary demeanor. As the second son of the family, he did not assume the responsibility of the family business. Moreover, he liked to study poetry and prose since he was a child. Therefore, He Mobin always took Hai Congrui as his role model, recited poetry and prose outside all day long, and went to Hai Mansion to ask for advice from time to time. Although he had a job in the salt road before, he had always been ill to recuperate at home, and it was completely handed over to his father's confidants to take care of him. Now that he has been rebellious, according to his original intention, it doesn't matter at all. However, since something happened at home, the literary friends who always followed him to flatter him have avoided the brilliance, and only Hai Congrui still treated the above-mentioned courtesy as always. This young man who was pampered and lived in peace finally realized what the world was like. It turned out that without his father's protection, he was nothing.

"Mo Bin, now your elder brother is dead, the He family depends on you!" He Furong seemed to have not seen the medicine spoon delivered to his lips, "Your elder brother is dead!" A few drops of turbid tears rolled in his eyes. It was obvious that the old man who easily did not show his true feelings was in great pain.

"Dad!" He Mobin suppressed his sadness, "Stop talking, just use medicine first! The doctor said, you can't always worry about that matter, it's not good for your body."

"There is nothing left, what's the use of having a body?" He Furong murmured to himself. He was no less involved in the world than He Mobin's death. The death of his eldest son has always made him doubt Dou. If Feng Wuzhao could protect his uncle, Mo Fei would never be unable to escape his life. Moreover, when the people from the Ministry of Justice came to inform him, he unexpectedly learned that no silver was seen on his eldest son. "It is a very famous saying that people died for money and birds died for food. Unexpectedly, I thought I was wise, but Mo Fei lost his life!"

Although he had always been a slight face with his elder brother, he was a close relative of his family. He Mobin thought of his fourth brother who was sent to the army by the emperor because of his misconduct, and his expression was even more confusing. The royal relatives of the past have become the neglect of the family today, and the truth that things in the world are impermanent, and he finally understood.

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