Liao Chuxiu smiled and looked up directly at Wu Shijun who was standing not far away.

"Lord Wu is so smart, you should know what I came to you for today. ”

Wu Shijun frowned: "How can I know the heart of the prince, I have never had a deep friendship with the son, let alone have no contact, it is really difficult to guess the mind of the son, and the son may as well speak bluntly if he has something to say." ”

"Six years ago, Funiu Ridge. ”

Wu Shijun's face changed instantly, and he tightly clenched the fist in his sleeve.

Liao Chuxiu raised his eyebrows: "Back then, the Yan army was defeated, my father died in Funiuling, and the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion almost collapsed overnight, can Lord Wu know the details?"

"I don't know what the prince is talking about!" Wu Shijun shook his sleeves coldly.

"Do you really not know, or do you know but don't want to say?"

Liao Chuxiu looked up at him: "Six years ago, in the battle of Funiuling, when my father led the troops to fight with South Vietnam, it was a great victory, Hongchu and other countries were destroyed, and South Vietnam called tribute in sight, but who knew that the battle situation took a sudden turn, my father was ambushed and buried in Funiuling, and the tens of thousands of soldiers he brought were not alive. ”

"What happened back then, did Lord Wu really not know, or just didn't want to tell me?"

Wu Shijun was awe-inspiring by Liao Chuxiu's words, but there was no expression on his face: "Shizi said that although I was in Yanghui six years ago, I was not involved in the army, Yanghui was far away from the battlefield, and I didn't know anything about the battle of Funiuling. If the prince wanted to know what happened back then, he should ask General Helan, or someone who knew about it back then, not me. ”

"Really?"

Liao Chuxiu listened to Wu Shijun's words, and a coldness appeared on his face.

"Since you don't know anything, can Lord Wu tell me that you and the Wen family have been recruiting troops for more than ten years, and you have long driven the four western Xinjiang troops out of the water, why did the western Xinjiang break into the battlefield six years ago when the Yan army fought with South Vietnam?"

"You recruited tens of thousands of troops in Yanghui, and your private army was comparable to Jingwei, why did you have no power to fight back in the face of 30,000 people in Western Xinjiang, and when the war situation in South Vietnam was urgent, people from Western Xinjiang invaded the hinterland of the southwest, and went to Hefu County to ask for help in an urgent situation, so that the Denan Expeditionary Army divided troops to reinforce Yanghui, so that it was ambushed outside Yichuan Pass, and finally caused my father and those tens of thousands of people to hide in Funiu Ridge, and even my grandfather almost died outside Yichuan Pass?"

"Do you not know, or are you simply involved?!"

Liao Chuxiu's face was cold, every word was like a sharp blade, the knife pierced people's hearts when he saw blood, and Wu Shijun's flesh and bones hurt.

Wu Shijun didn't expect Liao Chuxiu to come to him today for this matter, let alone that he would move out the things of the year so directly, he suddenly remembered the things of six years ago, remembered the nightmare of many days after he made the decision, and remembered the people who died in that big war.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his face was pale in the iron blue, and his body was tense and said: "I don't know what you're talking about, let alone what to let the Western Xinjiang enter the country, I am a civil servant, I don't know how to use soldiers, even if I have soldiers in my hands, I may not be able to stop the Western Xinjiang generals." ”

"And the defeat of the Marquis of Zhenyuan in Funiuling is known to the whole dynasty, and His Majesty has even ordered someone to investigate this matter and has not complained to me, but now the prince is here to slander me, saying that I deliberately colluded with others to assassinate the Hou Ye, which is simply ridiculous. ”

"The prince asked me to come here today, if it is for this matter, then I can't accompany me!"

After Wu Shijun finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but Liao Chuxiu didn't stop him, and he didn't even move his body, just sat on the bow of the boat and said slowly.

"Lord Wu is really so taken for granted, without any guilt?"

"In the ninth year of Chengde, you defended the Imperial Historical Observatory as a waiter in the Hanlin Academy, and asked for your senior brother Cai Zheng's life, and almost died in the Imperial Dragon Terrace because of the anger of Shengyan;"

"In the eleventh year of Chengde, in order to rehabilitate the wronged students in Lingshan, you had a conflict with the cabinet deputy Bo Deyue, entered the Dali Temple three times, and was reprimanded several times to strip off the official body, but you still refused to give in, and spent two years peeling off the cocoon to collect evidence, and moved down the Bo family, shocking the court. ”

"In the fifteenth year of Chengde, you served as a waiter in the Criminal Department, and in just one year, you redressed 26 unjust cases, beat the son of the imperial prince, and offended more than half of the courtiers in the court...... Lord Wu, you also had the world in mind, you were benevolent and arrogant, and you were not succumbed to the powerful, but what about you now?"

"Do you still remember the heroic words you used to say when you entered the office, and when you dreamed back at midnight, do you still remember the unjust soul who died because of you and couldn't rest in peace, crying and crying every night with nowhere to return?!"

"Don't you regret it at all?!"

Wu Shijun was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his face turned pale.

He wanted to leave, but his legs seemed to be filled with a thousand pounds of power, and he wanted to cover his ears and not listen, but his fingers couldn't move at all.

Forgot?

How could he forget.

Back then, he also used to serve the country and the people, and he was once full of ambition, and he was not afraid of the powerful and the noble, not afraid of life and death, but when did all this change, and it became unrecognizable, and even he himself was about to lose his recognition.

He got up early for profit, had no way to be a minister, and forgot his ambitions back then.

No one remembers the well-known Wu Hanlin back then, and no one remembers the five-year-old and thirteen-step Wu Shilang, who praised the blue sky and bright moon for the people.

Wu Shijun's eyes were like sand, and when he turned around, they were already red.

"What about repentance, it has come to this, and I have long since lost my way back. ”

"There is indeed no way back, rebellion and chaos will never allow you today, but your wife, children and family may not have no way to live, it depends on how you choose. ”

Wu Shijun's heart was shocked, and he looked up at Liao Chuxiu violently: "What do you mean?"

Liao Chuxiu looked at him and said word by word: "I want to know what happened back then." ”

……

The reeds on the ferry swayed lightly, Luo Yi led people to guard in the distance, while Liao Chuxiu and Wu Shijun stood side by side at the ferry.

Wu Shijun slowly talked about the events of the year, and the expression on Liao Chuxiu's face was the same as before from beginning to end, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Since Wu Shijun has opened his mouth, he has no longer concealed the events of that year.

Six years ago, a war broke out in South Vietnam, and the surrounding small countries such as Hongchu took advantage of the fire to loot, and Ha Phuoc County was in danger.

And almost on the same day that he led his troops south, Wu Shijun also received a secret letter from Beijing, saying that the Marquis of Zhenyuan had been tracking down the cause of the death of the first emperor, and was even looking for the seal letter of the first emperor, and the clues he traced were not only the new emperor, but also pointed directly at the Wen family.

There was only one sentence in the secret letter, that is, let him find a way to leave the Marquis of Zhenyuan in the south, and he would never return to the capital.