There was a kind of Shidao and Qiao Feng who came to report the news, and even if Murong Fu was sick, he had to get up and take a look at Xu Xi, who was secretly imprisoned.

Although Qiao Feng interceded for Xu Xi, in his heart, ten Xu Xi bundled up was not as good as Murong Fu's fingers. At this time, seeing Murong Fu getting up with his illness, he couldn't help but persuade: "Why do you have to do it yourself, you are still sick......

Murong Fu waved his hand when he heard this, and only said, "I'm afraid that if I don't carelessly kill him, it will be useless!" This sentence is an understatement, and it vividly shows the vicious image of his crooked illness and a belly of bad water that hurts people.

With Murong Fu's sentence, Qiao Feng had nothing to say. Xu Xi has been imprisoned for three days, and he is already dying without a drop of water in these three days, and Qiao Feng is also worried that he will die.

Before they approached the dungeon, they heard Xu Xi's hoarse plea in their ears: "Water, give me water......" I saw most of his body hanging on the door of the dungeon, his right arm sticking out from the interval of the prison door, and his finger knuckles were bulging and the gaps between his fingers were full of dirt, like a dirty chicken claw.

Hearing his plea, one of the guards picked up a piece of horse manure on the side of the road and threw it into the dungeon, teasing: "If you want water, eat this piece of horse manure first!" ”

This is undoubtedly a great insult, and it is absolutely intolerable to trample on a self-proclaimed literati, not to mention that Xu Xi is not only a literati, but also an official. However, three days without water were enough to grind this official, who was not hard enough in the first place, into a puddle of mud. I saw him trembling and clutching the dry piece of horse manure, wanting to throw it out, but he couldn't give up; I wanted to close my eyes and eat it, but I still couldn't give up. In the end, it was just in vain to let out a dry howl, and kept muttering: "Kill me!" Why don't you just give me a treat! Kill me......"

In such a tragic situation, the Seed Master Dao couldn't help but show unbearable face, but Qiao Feng was full of anger, and only shouted: "If you want to kill, you will kill, why humiliate people like this!" As he spoke, he strode forward, pushed away the guard, broke the iron lock, and helped Xu Xi out.

Xu Xi was detained in the dungeon for three days without water, and the first time he saw someone treating him kindly, as if he saw the hope of survival, he actually gave birth to a huge force for no reason, hugged Qiao Feng's calf tightly and begged: "Water, water, ......"

"Go fetch him water!" Qiao Feng turned his head and ordered the soldier.

How did he know that the soldier did not obey his orders, and only stood silently behind Murong Fu.

"Lord Xu, if you want to die, you can die by hitting a pillar, hanging yourself, and chewing your tongue. I have not ordered you to stop, why don't you die? In the first battle of Yongle, tens of thousands of soldiers of our Song army died, why didn't you die? Murong Fu ignored Qiao Feng, who presided over justice, and just asked Xu Xi sentence by sentence, and he was speechless and embarrassed when he asked directly. Since he is a greedy and fearful of death in his bones, why should he pretend to be mighty and unyielding in front of me? Amusing! ”

This sentence seemed to completely tear through Xu Xi's last bit of self-deception, he trembled and pointed at Murong Fu, and shouted vigorously: "You...... You ......" but you can't spit out a single word.

Murong Fu's face suddenly sank, and the little flirtatious smile that still existed at the corner of Fang Cai's mouth disappeared immediately, teaching people to tremble at a glance. "Now that you are in my hands, if you are obedient, I will let you live; If you don't obey, I will die of thirst for you, and pay tribute to the tens of thousands of innocent souls of my Yan army! ”

Xu Xi naturally didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die of painful thirst, so he immediately knelt on the ground and said repeatedly: "I'm obedient, I'm obedient!" "The dignified four-grade member of the imperial court, so without grace, Qiao Feng only felt that Xu Xi, who was crawling on the ground like a dog and wagging his tail and begging for mercy, was pitiful and hateful.

Murong Fu remained reserved and unmoved, as if the other party's expression was in his expectation. He immediately ordered the soldiers to take Xu Xi down to freshen up, and he went to a barracks in the camp.

Even though Qiao Feng was angry in his heart, it could be seen that Murong Fu couldn't even sit steadily, and he couldn't help but step forward to help him. "Even if Xu Xi deserves to die, if you humiliate him like this, you will lose your character after all!"

Murong Fu was not angry, only sighed, and said earnestly: "Brother Qiao, with your temper, you are only rolling in the rivers and lakes. Even if you leave the rivers and lakes in the future, you can plough for yourself, herd horses and sheep, and do not step into the officialdom to accept any official position. Remember! Remember! ”

Qiao Feng was confused by him, and was about to ask, "Why did I leave the rivers and lakes?" Xu Xi, who had been freshened up, was brought in again.

This time, Murong Fu was much more attentive than Fang Cai, personally studied a pool of thick ink, and bowed to Xu Xi to take the seat to write a recital. As for the content of the recital, it was naturally dictated by Murong Fu. "During the matter, Xu Xi visited my emperor and bowed. The minister's cloth, not the imperial examination, was awarded a tiger talisman by the emperor's own eyes, and the city was built forever. Now Yongle is besieged, the ammunition is exhausted, the Xia people are barbaric, and the city is about to be destroyed......" and what Murong Fu said was actually a testament to the imperial court in the name of Xu Xi.

Xu Xifang changed color after dictating a few lines, threw the brush in his hand, and shouted in panic: "This is a testament!" You're going to kill me! You're going to kill me......"

Murong Fu didn't allow him to get up and escape, pressed one hand on his shoulder, pressed him dead in the seat, and said slowly: "Lord Xu, the official family risked the world's disapproval to change the law and accumulate wealth, contributing to this Pingxia battle, but you lost it all by your indiscriminate guidance. If you don't die, do you think the official family can calm this breath? ”

"Emperor Tai/Zu has long had a rule not to kill scholars! Don't kill the doctor! Xu Xi shook his head vigorously, and he was crying.

"Doctor? Are you? What responded to him was a contemptuous smile from Murong Fu. In the Song Dynasty, literature was at its peak, and even the head of the sauce Weng could also guide the great Confucian, but the so-called scholars were only qualified for this honorific title by those who entered the imperial examination.

Xu Xi was suddenly stunned, and was speechless. He took the shortcut to the south, not the imperial examination, so he naturally couldn't be called a doctor. However, he was very close to Song Shenzong, and of course he understood that what Murong Fu said was reasonable. When he came to the border gate, he boasted to the official family that he had come to Haikou, but now that he was defeated, with the impatient personality of the official, he had to be skinned and torn apart. “…… I don't want to die, I don't want to die......" He couldn't help but shake his head and muttered in despair. In history, Xu Xi died after the destruction of Yongle City, relying on the courage of blood for a while; Now that he has relieved the siege of Yongle, he has been able to escape from death, and then let him beg for death, it will be extremely difficult.

"Now that the war is like this, it doesn't make much difference whether you die or not. Besides, who said that if you write a testament, you have to die? Facing Xu Xi's resurgence and desperate desire to survive, Murong Fu only said in a relaxed tone, "The so-called Emperor Gao is far away, as long as you present your testament to the official family, saying that you have died in Yongle City." Not only will the official family not hate you, but will take care of your family. As long as you remain incognito in the future, who will know your real life and death? ”

Xu Xi nodded again and again after hearing this, then picked up the pen and said eagerly: "I write!" I'll write it now! ”

Murong Fu stretched out his hand to block Xu Xi, and said word by word: "You don't write the testament, but how I want you to write it, you can write it!" Otherwise, why should I help you? ”

The first paragraph of the song recalls the acquaintance between Xu Xi and Song Shenzong, and asks Emperor Shenzong to forgive his sins for the sake of his death in state affairs, and vows to "tie the grass and rank the ring to repay the great favor of the official" in the next life.

In the second paragraph, with a turn of the pen, several generals who participated in the battle of the summer war, Li Xian, Shen Kuo, and Chong Ge, all sued, pointing out that if they hadn't sat back and watched Yongle being surrounded and didn't send troops to save them, this battle would never have been so miserable.

The third paragraph is even more shocking, killing almost all the civil officials in the court, asking them to bear the responsibility of this defeat with themselves. If it is said that accusing the prince of the three decrees of the prince Guiyong of being incompetent, he only knows how to echo the official family, and he still has something to say; Then, biting Lu Huiqing back and secretly stumbling to prevent Xu Xi from making meritorious contributions at the border pass is already ungrateful; As for involving innocent passers-by such as Wang Anshi, Sima Guang, Cheng Yi, and Han Zhongyan, it is simply heartbreaking.

Such a letter like a mad dog bites all the ministers in the court, Xu Xi dare not write and can't not write, so that the handwriting on the fold is crooked and distorted, but it looks a bit like a last pen before death. After writing this third paragraph, Xu Xi's face was already pale, and he only looked at Murong Fu and said, "This ...... This ......"

"You are already a human being, and your words are good, so naturally you have to say one thing to repay the kindness of the official's acquaintance, what are you afraid of offending people?" Murong Fu seemed to understand the fear in Xu Xi's heart, but he was still unfinished. In this last paragraph, we should comment on the gains and losses of the government's governance, and leave a few words of heartfelt advice. How many friends do you have in life and death, or political enemies you hate? Just write a few, and recommend it to the official. ”

Murong Fu acted like this, don't say that Xu Xi's soul is scattered, even if he is a teacher, he is also frightened. As soon as a few people got Xu Xi's "legacy" and walked out of the barracks, the seed master Dao couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Murong Xian, what do you mean by this?" ”

Murong Fu smiled slightly, looking at the confused Seed Master Dao and Qiao Feng: "Brother Seed, although you don't understand this truth, your uncle must understand." As for Brother Qiao, you don't have to understand! As he spoke, he casually flipped the fold in his hand and turned to the military tent of the planter.

He took the "testament" of Xu Xi's handwritten handwriting and looked at it, and immediately fell silent. He was up and down in the sea, and he really understood Murong Fu's intentions. With this recital handed to the official, the ministers in the court must be busy defending themselves to prove his innocence, and they will not have time to grab his pigtails. It's just that the life of the seed is bright and upright, and he is very conflicted in his heart when he thinks that he wants to deceive the official family by such selfish means, which greatly violates the family motto of the seed family of "loyalty to the king".

Murong Fu was good at observing words and feelings, and he didn't wait for what to say, he had already taken the lead in saying: "The so-called people who achieve great things are not informal. We have indeed lost this battle, and since we have lost, someone must take responsibility. If you don't want to lose your military power like General Di and be cursed to death by those civilian officials, you will have to do some things! ”

“…… Your kindness will be understood! He spoke in a heavy tone. On the battlefield, it was the world of his kind; In the court, perhaps only people with femme fatales like Murong Fu are the opponents of those ministers. "But you're not afraid of this if it gets out ......"

Murong Fu shook his head and said very confidently: "Xu Xi has already isolated himself from the court when he wrote this recital. Although I promised to spare his life, I can also guarantee that he will never appear in front of people again, so I can rest assured. As for Li Zhongzheng, if he is also dead, it arouses suspicion. It's just that if he returns to the palace, the instructor's family looks at it every day, and thinks of the defeat of Yongle from time to time, and he must have a hard time in the future. I believe that he will be very willing to stay in the army, wait for the opportunity, and wash away the shame of the past. ”

Chong Mo nodded, and asked with an attitude of humbly seeking advice: "How should I write the recital of this general?" ”

"Lord Xu's testament is sealed with beeswax, and only the official family can open it in person, and it cannot be moved. As for the twists and turns of the scripture, it is naturally telling the truth. Murong Fu said again.

After thinking for a moment, he understood the deep meaning of Murong Fu's words, the so-called truth, naturally asked him to repeat his old words and tell Xu Xi in the twists and turns. Only in this way can the official family believe that Xu Xi's legacy is not suspicious, and it can also show his loyalty. He let out a long sigh and said faintly: "Murong Fu, I will find that you have no respect for the official family. With your scheming, the clouds and rain will be overturned only in the palm of your fingers. Are you really not going to get into the job? ”

This time, Murong Fu's eyes revealed a trace of confusion that was almost painful. "Planting a Strategy...... The official family is by no means the face of the master, but, just, only...... We don't deserve to die in this battle! Xu Xi is an embroidered pillow, I should have killed him a long time ago! Shen Kuo saw that the wind made the rudder, Li Xian only knew how to protect himself, and he was cautious, I should have known that I should have ...... cough cough ......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly put one hand on the table beside him, bent down, and coughed violently. It didn't take long for a mouthful of blood to spurt out, splashing the entire desktop in blood red.

"Murong!" Qiao Feng exclaimed, hurriedly stepped forward to support him, supported his back with one hand, and slowly injected a strong internal force into his body to regulate his breathing. Murong Fu is now twenty-nine years old and has not yet grown up, and after a year in the army, he can't support his hard work day and night. It's just that Qiao Feng couldn't have imagined that he would be so sick because of the battle of Yongle City. "Brother Murong Xian, you shouldn't blame yourself, you have done your best!"

Murong Fu's face was pale and drenched in cold sweat, but he still shook his head slightly, only looked at Chong Mo and said in a low voice: "Jinglu, now that the war here is over, it is time for the students to go back to Huangzhou to serve the teacher." ”

"Murong, are you leaving?" The planter is anxious and reluctant.

Qiao Feng also said: "Even if you want to leave, you should recover from your illness first." ”

Murong Fu reluctantly closed his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Brother Qiao, don't you still understand?" As long as I am here, I will not get better...... It's better to be out of sight! ”

"Get out! ! "He was helpless and only complained loudly." I don't know how he Su Zizhan teaches students? I don't know who I am angry with, I slammed my sleeves and walked away.

Qiao Feng only held Murong Fu's cold hand tightly, he never knew that this body that was leaning weakly on his arms was so thin; Just as he didn't know, it turned out that he was too good by nature to bear these heavy life and death. He only knew that he must not watch Murong Fu leave like this.