An hour later, on the river, dozens of wooden boats were heading south with their oars.

On the north shore, smoke and dust were billowing from the direction of Chaoge, and Fan's five hundred armor soldiers were one step too late, only to see a battlefield full of corpses and corpses.

Four hundred Zhao soldiers and ten military vehicles were successively transported to the south bank by ferryboats. In the face of these soldiers who still smelled of blood and murderous spirit, the officials and boatmen trembled and held on to their oars, not daring to look up.

However, after the soldiers disembarked, they did not offend the belongings and families of the officials and the boatmen, but were organized by the soldiers to form a formation and wait for their commander to arrive.

The long and narrow wooden boat swayed and broke the waves, carrying Le Qi's swarthy coffin, and Zhao Wuxian took Le Lingzi's hand and stood side by side at the bow of the boat.

Today was an incredible victory, all 30 Fan chariots were destroyed, nearly half of the more than 500 Fan soldiers were killed or wounded, and the rest all surrendered on their knees, and only a few fled. In total, only a dozen Zhao soldiers were killed and more than 30 were injured.

To a large extent, this miraculous victory relied on the crossbow machine that made its debut in the Central Plains, plus the three-stage shooting of later generations, and the proper command of Zhao Wuxian.

Fan Jia, the mastermind of this interception, also died and drowned in the heart of the river, which I don't know if it was swallowed by fish and turtles, or floated downstream.

Zhao Wuxian didn't want to kill Fan Jia, his original plan was to capture him alive and ask for Fan's confession of colluding with Qi to assassinate Le Qi. and then made it public to the world, so that Fan Ying's reputation was ruined, and after the Zhao family occupied the righteousness, he united with the Marquis of Jin and the rest of the three kings to crusade against him.

But above the battle array, how can there be no accidents?

Fan Jia's identity is not ordinary, he is the eldest grandson of the Fan family, the future son, the head of the family, and the secretary. Presumably after the news spread, Chao Ge and Xinjiang's Fan Palace's palace will be in March, and I don't know that after the old jackal Fan Ying saw the results of his series of conspiracy. What will it be?

Although it was not intentional, Zhao Wuxian wanted to see the despair and anger of Fan Ying's white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

Since you have murdered my wife, I will send your grandson to feed the fish.

But the shirt is worried. Fan may use this to declare war on Zhao......

If the war breaks out early, he will not have enough of more than 400 people on hand. Therefore, it is necessary to go to the Song Kingdom quickly, and at Le Qi's funeral, call on the entire Le clan to take revenge, if the Song Kingdom can also be pulled into the camp of the Zhao family, it will be great!

But even so, the Zhao clan didn't have much chance of winning...... From last year to now, in just one year, Zhao Wuxian can make earth-shaking changes in Chengxiang. The lower palace has also changed. But in general, the changes made to this family are not enough, what they need most is still time.

Zhao Wuxian pondered his future choices and paths, but he didn't know that behind him, the boatman with a scarf wrapped around his head and mud on his face was rocking his oars and staring at the young doctor's back with a pair of big shining eyes.

The wooden boat docked. Zhao Wuxian jumped off the bow of the boat with Le Lingzi, who was in plain clothes, and stepped on the wet and muddy land on the south shore with his thick-bottomed leather stack. From here, he left the territory of the Jin Kingdom.

The soldiers who arrived first lined up to greet them, and cheers rang out in the sky.

"A gentleman wins!"

The girl in Wuxi's arms was not as shy as usual, but rested her head on her husband's shoulder.

This is what he promised, he will do what he says, even if there are thorns in front of him, even if there are tigers and wolves blocking him, he will kill a bloody road, and then hold Le Lingzi. Let her go home without mud and blood!

But the footsteps of the shirtless are also a little heavy. He faintly felt that the historical trajectory of "Zhao Wuxian". After the Battle of Thornjin, there will be a huge upheaval......

……

Outside Xinjiang City, Fan's Palace, it was already mid-December at this time, and the news of the assassination of Song Guoda Sicheng Le Qi had spread all over the market and government offices. But the Marquis of Jin and Liuqing, who had learned about this as early as ten years ago, were slow to deal with the little pedestrian Zhao Wuxian.

Zhao Ying rebuked Fan Ying as the mastermind of this matter, but the assassination of an ally by a ruling country and an enemy country sounded too sensational, and everyone preferred to believe that it was a good thing done by the Marquis of Qi in order to prevent the union of the Jin and Song dynasties.

Fan Ying knew that the Zhao family had no evidence, so he ignored all kinds of criticisms and waited quietly for the good news from Chaoge.

"Counting it, Zhao Wuxian should have been intercepted by my Fan's Chaoge defenders a long time ago and escorted back, right?"

Fan Ying's spirit is high, and the intrigue with Zhao Ying and Zhao Wuxian seems to have brought him back to the days when Luan Ying was killed, that period of high spirits.

He secretly planned: "After the prestige of the Zhao clan is lost with this matter, it will be the turn of my Fan's son and nephew to envoy the Song Kingdom, and give this credit to Ajia, so that he can return to Xinjiang in advance......"

However, what came back was the news that Fan Jia drowned in Jianjin and that Zhao Wuxian crossed the river to the south.

Fan Ying's hands trembled, holding the long sword "Liu Gong" that was salvaged from the bottom of the river and still stained with mud and sand, which was Fan Jia's saber. The sorrow and pain of his grandson before his death seemed to be inflicted on himself, and a kind of remorse that harmed others could not be harmed by himself, swept Fan Ying's heart.

"Zhao! Zhao Wuxian! ”

The octogenarian's face suddenly distorted, and he only felt a bitter sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of old blood vomited out.

……

A few days later, the dark clouds over the Qiqi Palace were low, and a winter snow blowing east of Taihang seemed to be about to fall.

The door of the main hall opened suddenly, and Zhao Ying, who had an indignant face, walked out first, he threw the jade in his hand to the bluestone floor, and ignored Han Buxin, who came out to pull him to explain, just flicked his sleeves and walked away.

Han Buxin, who had a long beard and a chest-length beard, sighed, and followed closely behind, sitting on the chariot to catch up.

After that, those who walked out of the main hall together were Zhizi and Wei Lu in high-crowned court clothes.

"Why is Zhao Meng so angry, it's not his son who died." Wei Xuan, who walked after taking a step in Zhiqing, recalled the roar of Zhao Ying in the hall, and said with a little weakness.

According to Zhao Meng's meaning, this time it is only satisfactory to convict Fan and Bank of China of colluding with Qi people. But the evidence of this matter is insufficient, not to mention that Zhao Wuxian and Fan Jia's two sons fought on the north bank of the river, and the Zhao family's soldiers were not injured, but the Fan family was killed or injured, and even their own grandson drowned in the river. ”

Zhisong glanced at Zhong Xingyin, who left behind him, and Fan Jichai, who had a gloomy face after losing his son, and continued to say to Wei Lu: "Zhao Meng thinks that it is Fan's own fault, and Fan Jichai, who has died of his son, asks that the murderer be pursued back to China and beheaded in Jiangxian City. Therefore, when I first became a ruler, I must be fair......"

After the news of the incident in Jianjin came, the elderly Fan Ying heard that his grandson had drowned and was bedridden in a fit of anger.

When Zhiqi went to visit, he saw Fan Ying lying on a soft couch, covered with a heavy futon, in just a few days, he was so thin that he almost lost his shape, and when he looked at Zhiqing with a pair of muddy old eyes, there was no longer the excitement of the past.

After all, he is in his eighties, and the Fan family, the third generation of hope, is Fan Jia. People will always have weaknesses, and the grandson who was pinned on by Fan Ying's high hopes said that he would die, and no matter how ruthless he was, he would also grieve.

Zhisong held Fan Ying's bony and fluttering arm, promising lies that even he didn't believe, but there was not much unbearability in his heart.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time!

However, Fan Ying, with the last trace of the aftermath arranged by Qingming, once again made Zhisong dare not underestimate it.

He took advantage that he was not dead, and quickly let his son Fan Jishu take over the throne, and gave up the ruling position to Zhiqing, throwing out the bait of Fan and Zhizhi's cooperation.

After forty years of boiling, Zhisong finally climbed to the position of one person and above ten thousand people, at this moment, he looked at the huge Qiqi Palace, and for the first time felt that he had become the master of this place: the general of the Jin Kingdom, the ruling secretary Zhibo, what a pleasant title!

This is a new era, an era that belongs to his knowledge!

Zhisong thought with some regret: "If it weren't for Fan Ying's violent illness and Fan's instability, I'm afraid the two families would have already fought, but that's fine, the Jin Kingdom can't be in chaos now." ”

In this Fan-Zhao dispute, there was no winner on either side: the Fan family lost an heir, and the best son of the Zhao family, Zhao Wuxian, who was quite feared by Zhi, Wei, and Han, was also agreed by the Marquis of Jin to revoke his position as a small pedestrian and become a doctor under the "holding the middle" opinion of Zhisong, Wei Luxury, and Han Buxin.

As the price of "manslaughtering" Fan's grandson, Zhao Wuxian will also be punished with the punishments that Jin Chong'er, Fan Ying, and Luan Ying all suffered back then.

Banished out of the country!

Presumably, at this time, Zhao Wuxian has already arrived in Shangqiu, unless he can make a monstrous contribution to the Jin State in the future, which will shake the public opinion of the people and force Wuqing to bow his head. Otherwise, as long as I am in power for one day, he will not want to return! ”

To be continued...... The second volume, "The Great Thief", starts tomorrow.

"Those who steal hooks are punished, those who steal the country are marquis, the saints are not dead, and the thieves are not stopped!" (To be continued)

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