Spring and Autumn I Am King

Cheng Wu's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself, could it be that the remnant of the Cheng clan has come over again? Yu Xi and the others gathered in one place with their horses, showing their fighters and watching, only Zhao Wuxi closed his eyes and listened for a while, then smiled.

"Don't panic, it's ours."

A vague voice came from afar: "Who dares to hurt my master!" This is the direction of the Xiangsi threshing ground, and a group of soldiers marching at full speed are shouting in unison.

Zhao Wuxi could even hear the impulsive screams of Tian Ben, the wicked boy, Mu Xia, a big man wearing a three-layer leather armor, was breathing heavily and walking heavily, and two officers, Wang Sunqi and Yang Tongrong, commanded the soldiers. A clear command of the order of travel.

It turned out that when the riding boy finally rushed to the threshing floor on a horse that was foaming at the mouth and reported what Cheng Wu had told him, Wang Sunqi immediately made a decision. He brought a whole group of pawns who had just finished distributing their weapons and lined up in line, and came to a hasty march to help Sangri.

"Cheng's Hugh will hurt my virtuous village chief!"

"It's too good for you to take a break, little gentleman!"

This is the voice of Douli, Jiali, and the people of Sangli. Zhao Wuxi's behavior of being close to the people when he toured various li today won him the unanimous love of Sanli Guoye. When Wu Xie encountered the Cheng clan soldiers in Sangli and was trapped under the big mulberry tree, the simple people spontaneously took the farm tools, bows and arrows at home, hurriedly gathered, followed behind Zhao Bing in the lower palace, and came to relieve the siege. .

When the soldiers and the people of the village arrived, they found that they were in a vacuum. I thought that a fierce battle was inevitable, but found that the opponents, those Cheng clan soldiers have long since thrown out their weapons, three or five people gathered together, squatting under the mulberry trees, see Li Min and Zhao Bing vigilant As the ground approached, they all knelt down and begged for mercy.

what on earth is it?

The focus of everyone's eyes was on Zhao Wuxi, who was still holding the beauty.

Wang Sunqi, Yang Tongrong, Tian Ben, Muchia, Dou Pengzu and others crowded out of the crowd and came to ask Wu Xian's safety. After seeing Wu Xie unscathed, they spread this message to the rear:

"The Lord is safe, the village chief is safe, and the little gentleman is safe!"

Hearing the words, the limin and the soldiers suddenly burst into cheers, and the clamor was so loud that the tiles on the roof of the mulberry house trembled, and the withered mulberry leaves of the big mulberry tree fell one after another.

Zhao Wuxi looked at this Xiaoxiao Luomu, and couldn't help feeling emotional. He managed to govern Chengyi for only two days, and he could have such an effect. He won the hearts and minds of the people. He never thought of it before he came.

The hard work of these two days has made the adventure like walking on thin ice, and it is worth it!

Wu Shi smiled, but unfortunately he couldn't wave to the people, because he was still hugging the beautiful concubine who had quietly opened his eyes and peeked at him, with a blushing face.

"Look, this is my territory!" He had nowhere to say, so he inexplicably said this to the girl in his arms.

The girl blushed and replied something like a mosquito, but it was covered up by the surrounding noises, so Zhao Wuxi couldn't hear it clearly.

Afterwards, Zhao Wuxi returned to the dog-raising boy who had been stunned for a long time, and placed the soft and boneless girl gently on the thin mat that Li Min had found at home, he touched the boy's head again and said: " This gentleman does what he says, your elder sister, I brought it back to you, and I'll leave it to you after that."

A look of admiration flashed in Xiaotong's eyes, he nodded heavily, clenched his small fists, and made the exact same oath as Zhao Wuxi at the time: "Don't worry, gentleman, I will definitely protect my sister!"

After letting go of the Yiren in his arms, Zhao Wuxi tidyed up the armor that had long been soaked in cold sweat, and in front of everyone's eyes, he stepped on the black horse again, and always wore a shawl. He wanted the lords to see his face and see who their lord was.

Around him, there was a Zhao Bing with hundreds of soldiers, plus three people from other countries with hundreds of people, all looked up at this young gentleman with a face as dazzling as the sun, waiting for his next order.

Wu Xie caressed the reins lightly, and his horse's head turned to the west.

If Cheng Wu realized something, it was the direction of the sunset, and it was also the direction of Cheng's Four Miles.

"Lord, where are we going next?"

"Where are you going?" Zhao Wuxi showed a cold smile.

The situation has been reversed. The plan that he and Cheng Wu and others had envisioned and deduced before the beginning of the spring is no longer necessary.

Half of the Cheng clan's armed forces have been completely confessed under this big mulberry tree, and they were disarmed and detained by the Limin and the soldiers.

"Second and third sons follow orders! I am the only one to follow!"

The tidy mountains and tsunamis of the soldiers resounded through Sangli.

"Only!"

The people's erratic response also followed.

Zhao Wuxi scare away 200 percent of the clan soldiers by himself before he showed his weapons.

Now, he finally drew out the bronze long sword in his hand, and under the golden light of the setting sun, the tip of the sword pointed straight to the west.

"Let's go to Chengshi Sili!"

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It was getting dark at night. In a warm back room of Cheng's Manor, the copper burner in the mouth of the beast was burning with refreshing incense. Cheng Weng, who was directly stunned by a letter of worship from the gentleman of the Zhao family yesterday, was still in a coma.

Cheng Weng, who was getting old, had a dream, as if he had returned to the time when he was still young.

He is a three-generation veteran who has served Zhao Wenzi, Zhao Jingzi, and the contemporary head of the family Zhao Yang. He started from a vertical boy who carried a drowning pot. He only relied on accumulating qualifications and worked for decades. old post.

After all, both Zhao Jingzi and Zhao Yang were not the eldest sons of the family, but counterattacked as the sons of a concubine, and finally succeeded in ascending the throne.

Cheng Weng is vividly remembered in his memory of the change of heir, although he didn't have the slightest right to speak at the time, he just waited on the side with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, or rushed to spread the word.

The gentle gentleman, Zhao Wenzi, who was aging in his fifties, was the direct son who refused to back down because he was afraid of greed. Therefore, he resolutely replaced Zhao Cheng, Jingzi, who is unknown, gentle in character, and strives for indisputable contention.

In the era of Zhao Jingzi, the situation was different. The battle between the six emperors had become more and more intense. Without a strong and powerful master, the family could not be spared. Therefore, Zhao Yang, the concubine Zhao Yang, who was very sharp at a young age, was elected and promoted to the position of the prince.

Bo was the first-in-law, and Meng was the concubine, so the head of the Zhao family was often called Zhao Meng.

And how similar the situation is now, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Four sons are fighting for the throne, who will win in the end? Is it Zhongxin, the heir apparent that the Cheng clan has chosen for a long time, or is it a gentleman who has never been favored by others in the past ten years, but has appeared like a new army in the past month?

The gods fight, and the mountain ghost suffers. Cheng Weng frowned and thought hard in the dream, and imagined that if the gentleman Wuxi became the head of the family and ruled over the Zhao clan, how would he retaliate against the Cheng clan who openly confronted him? Cheng, did you choose the wrong path from the beginning, is it too late to back down and beg for mercy?

Cheng Weng understood when he saw the phrase "Don't say it's unpredictable." This time, he probably stepped on the hard rock and soft mud on the spot, and he deserved to be kicked and lame.

"Aon, Aon?"

Cheng Weng opened his cloudy eyes, and under the light of the flickering candle, he saw his nephew, Uncle Cheng, waiting by his side, calling him softly.

Uncle Cheng, who has never been assertive, has been anxious and haggard these two days. Seeing Cheng Weng wake up, he seems to have found the backbone, but the man in his forties said with a weeping voice: "Aweng, you finally woke up, you let me My nephew is so worried."

Cheng Weng was supported by his nephew and maid, and forced himself to get up from the couch. Li Xu and the neighbors of the Cheng clan heard that he had woken up and rushed in to look at him eagerly. Greetings and weeping resounded throughout the house. .

Cheng Weng's brows were wrinkled, and he leaned on the dove stick and slammed on the floor: "What a mess! Why are you crying! The old man is not dead yet!"

His eyes wandered around the house, but he couldn't find the impulsive young son Chengji.

"Where's Aji? Where did he go?"

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