Chapter 110: Liu Wei is killed

Untied the immobilization technique, the ear mouse ignored the old way of Mingkong, spread his wings and kicked his hooves, and flew away in front of everyone's eyes, Mingkong retracted his hands with an embarrassed expression, and followed Wuwei and others into the Taoist temple, and the remaining ageless disciples stayed at the door of the Taoist hall, their faces were angry......

-- Rizhao Frontier

Qi Sheng grabbed He Sheng by the neck and pushed into King Zhao's camp, who was consulting the topographic map when he was startled by the sudden sound - it was the logistics cook who fell to the ground with a disgraced face. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Qi Sheng walked to King Zhao with a calm face, and after glancing at He Sheng with sharp eyes, Shi Cai turned his head and replied:

"His Royal Highness Qi Qi, just now he inspected the camp and found that this person was secretly carrying a tightly wrapped object wrapped in a sack, and when he looked suspicious, he followed behind, wanting to see what tricks he was playing. Unexpectedly--he dragged the sack and threw it into the Black Lake, ten miles away, and checked it after salvaging it--the sack was actually Liu Wei's corpse! That's when he came to ask him for sin. ”

When King Zhao heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up a meaningful smile, and then put down the map in his hand, paced to He Sheng, and asked with a pleasant face:

"Are you...... What is the birth? This king is not mistaken, is he? ”

He Sheng was strong and calm, nodded with shortness of breath, and glanced at Qi Sheng behind King Zhao with palpitations.

Seeing that He Sheng was quite calm, he didn't know what King Zhao was thinking, so he casually chatted with He Sheng, as if he didn't care about the other party's murder and throwing his body.

"He Sheng, He Sheng......"

King Zhao pondered for a while, locked his eyebrows and looked at He Sheng and sighed:

"But you are a miserable man."

He Sheng stared at King Zhao fiercely when he heard this, not only because of King Zhao's words, but also because he didn't understand why King Zhao was not in a hurry to pursue Liu Wei's death.

"Your Highness is extremely clever - the name of the villain is given by the old father in the family: what is the birth-why should you be born, why should you be born. The little man was poor, and there were many brothers, and the father was indeed burdened. ”

Hearing this, King Zhao slowly bowed his head and glanced at the corners of He Sheng's clothes, which were covered with oil stains and dirt:

"This king often hears: the more bitter the family, the more talented people come out, you should have suffered a lot, I don't think you think military life is not easy, right? How was it assigned to logistics? ”

He Sheng's attention was gradually led elsewhere by King Zhao, and as soon as he talked about his unwillingness, He Sheng quickly opened the conversation:

"Your Highness doesn't know anything - although the villain has suffered from poverty and humiliation, he loves to read, and there is a good saying - there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book. All kinds of unsatisfactory villains can be satisfied in the subset of scriptures and history, and sometimes they are greedy for a whole day, and they don't feel thirsty and hungry. ”

King Zhao looked at He Sheng's eyes, saw the unwillingness and depression he tried his best to suppress, and said:

"So, you think that the military camp has buried your talent, and the military camp is the world of martial artists?"

King Zhao's frank summary hit He Sheng's heart, and at the same time, He Sheng secretly wondered: If he recognized King Zhao's words, would he appear arrogant. But He Sheng thought that his ambition was all due to the conscription order, otherwise he would have found a discerning Bole and accomplished some achievements, so he hesitated for a while, and finally nodded with a firm look in his eyes.

King Zhao chuckled, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes:

"Even if you feel that you have no ambitions in the barracks but have nowhere to show them, you should not be so prevaricating and perfunctory, and there are also clouds in the book - the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, I vaguely remember...... You seem to have cheated and cheated in the first assessment of the brave army, how can this be regarded as a big husband's act? ”

Through the quiet guidance of King Zhao, He Sheng had put the murder behind him for the time being, and he slowly relaxed his vigilance and expressed to King Zhao the bitterness of unpaid ambitions.

King Zhao revealed the stain on He Sheng's body, so that He Sheng had nowhere to hide, but He Sheng, who was too obsessed, just didn't want to introspect, he was used to pushing the fault away from himself and hiding far away, so as to pursue his dreams with more confidence.

However, if this self-deception mentality can coax oneself, how can one conceal it from those who are deaf and discerning?

"Your Highness, I am really not good at wielding swords and guns, and charging into battle without a mind can only be the result of dying before I am rewarded for my ambition. But I don't feel ashamed to preserve my strength - the conscription order called me, I came, and I didn't flinch. If I could keep this little life and serve the country in the way I am good at, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? ”

King Zhao turned his back, his eyes gradually became cold, but this scene had to continue to be played, and he couldn't let He Sheng see his true expression.

He Sheng's strong words and clever words are acceptable if he mediates with other countries as an envoy. But at the moment of national crisis, he still has to find a high-sounding excuse for his selfishness, which makes King Zhao really unacceptable, so he subconsciously shows a look of disdain.

Indeed, if the security of the country cannot be guaranteed, there is no way to talk about the realization of so-called personal ideals.

King Zhao once again confronted He Sheng, and did not comment on his arguments, but talked about one of the most important people in the brave army, Captain Fang.

"He Sheng, do you know -- the right lieutenant of our military was also a poor scholar, and he had to join the army only to receive a meager amount of money to supplement his family."

He Sheng suddenly heard that there were people in the army who were in a similar situation to him, and thought that Captain Fang was also famous, so he came to steal the teacher's interest, and listened to him meticulously.

"About Fang Youwei, this king also learned a little about him by chatting with General Song. Fang Youwei's ancestor was a scholarly family, and his family fell into the middle of the road, and it was passed on to his generation, which can be said to be the end of the oil. Until the year of the weak crown, Fang Youwei's life was also very poor, he studied hard for more than ten years, and he wanted to join a court celebrity, but he couldn't get the money to get through the relationship——"

Speaking of this, King Zhao paused for a moment and looked at He Sheng:

"Is it similar to you?"

He Sheng chicks pecked at his head like rice, listening to King Zhao's narration, he seemed to see the depressed self back then-the scene of greeting each other with a smile but being repeatedly rejected, those white eyes and cynicism are still vivid.

There is no way to serve the country, Fang Youwei is depressed in his heart, and when his little sister in his family is infected with the epidemic, she has no money for treatment, and her condition is getting worse. Overnight, Captain Fang's face aged by ten years, and the second **** signed up for the army, received the award silver issued by the imperial court to the recruits, handed it to the old mother who sent him to join the army, and entered the school without looking back. ”

Hearing this, He Sheng's face was a little moved, he had experienced the sadness of a copper coin overpowering the hero, so there was some sadness in his eyes.

King Zhao squinted his eyes, and saw that his expression was bitter, and he didn't know how to judge such people—if it is said that poor people must have something to hate, but there is an exception like Fang Youwei; If it is said that hard-hearted people will also be influenced, then He Sheng just ended a person's life not long ago, how ironic. (To be continued.) )