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At this time, it was late at night, and in the camp of the mighty army, the sergeants had already fallen asleep after a whole day of training. Only the groups of soldiers who were constantly patrolling at night, still holding their spears in their hands, scanned their surroundings vigilantly.

Inside the manager's tent, the lights are still bright.

Zhao Feng, the general of the mighty army, sat in front of the desk, frowning silently, his eyelids couldn't stop beating.

In front of him was a thin piece of paper with a few words written on it: "The time is coming, waiting for the opportunity to start." ”

What made Zhao Feng frown was these words.

The deputy general Bai Yan looked at Zhao Feng and waited for him to speak.

Zhao Feng was still silent.

For him, these words seem to carry a magical magic, which may make him soar from now on and be extremely glorious, or perhaps, he will also be ruined and ruined, and no one will be spared.

Zhao Feng is an orphan, when he was five years old, his hometown was in a famine, the family squatted in the field to dig wild vegetables to satisfy hunger, the house leak happened to rain overnight, his father unfortunately contracted a serious illness, dragged on for a month and died, leaving his mother and him, life was even more difficult. If a family has no pillars, it will collapse sooner or later. Sure enough, two months after my father's death, my mother really couldn't survive, and before the weather began to spring, she starved to death.

Five-year-old Zhao Feng suddenly became a fatherless and motherless orphan, and at a young age, he followed the hungry people fleeing the famine, all the way to the capital, in order to survive, he suffered everything, and even ate the flesh of the dead.

At that time, Liu Yi had just taken charge of the Ministry of Officials, and one day he was walking on the street, and he found this child at first sight among the many hungry people with yellow faces and thin muscles. Liu Yi did not hesitate to order his subordinates to take him away and raise him in a farm near the capital, and gave him a name, Zhao Feng. When he was a little older, Liu Yi secretly sent someone to teach him literacy and martial arts, and let him enter the army without a trace. Finally, when Zhao Feng was thirty-six years old, he got his wish and became the general of the mighty army.

In a sense, Zhao Feng is equivalent to Liu Yi's adopted son, and Liu Yi has the grace of saving his life. However, after so many years, except for Liu Yi's close cronies, no outsider knows that Zhao Feng and Liu Yi have such a close relationship.

The air in the tent seemed to be frozen, and after a long time, Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, folded the paper, stretched it out in front of the lamp, lit it, and the two of them stared silently at the paper gradually burning into ashes.

Holding back the inexplicable fear in his heart, Zhao Feng said in a low voice, "Does the boss have anything else to say?" ”

Bai Yan carefully looked at the master's expression, and then spoke: "The right prime minister said, 'The arrow is on the string, and it has to be sent.'" ’”

Although he had known that there would be such a day, the muscles on Zhao Feng's face still trembled uncontrollably.

The boss is planning to usurp the throne!

What are his odds of winning? If it's a desperate gamble, should I follow the old man all the way to the dark?

When it comes to life and death, no one can die generously without hesitation, although the old man has a kind to him that is as high as the sea and the sea.

Somehow, Zhao Feng's thoughts drifted to that cold winter. -- The child, who was not yet six years old, crawled out of the pile of dead people hungry, not caring about the starving corpses all over the ground, and the scene of cannibalism like hell on earth, with numb and empty eyes, followed the victims fleeing the famine in a daze, and walked into the capital with one foot high and one foot low. Along the way, people kept falling, and then a group of people surrounded them, cutting off the flesh of the deceased one by one, and sending it into their mouths in blood......

Then he vaguely saw Liu Yi, who was in the prime of life at the time, with a faint smile, stroked his beard, and commanded his subordinates majestically: "Go quickly!" This kid is dying of hunger, so bring him over. ”

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"Feng'er, what do you want to do when you grow up?" Liu Yi's face is kind and amiable, just like his deceased father.

"I want to be a majestic general!" Six-year-old Zhao Feng held up his thin little chest, like a little adult, and made the first wish in his life.

"Hahaha, good! The old man will let you be a general! Liu Yi smiled heartily, and the love in his eyes was overflowing.

……

Zhao Feng rubbed his face, looked up and found that the lone oil lamp in the tent was even darker.

Looking at Bai Yan, who was waiting for his orders, Zhao Feng smiled bitterly: "Zhao's life was given by the boss, and he lived for forty more years, from an orphan who was about to starve to death, to a general who is now in charge of tens of thousands of soldiers, it is enough!" ”

Bai Yan was silent for a while, then hesitated and said, "General,...... Few people in the world know about your relationship with the boss, in fact, if you ignore it, even if the boss falls, it will not affect the general's future......"

"Shut up!" Zhao Feng's eyes widened angrily, "I, Zhao Feng, don't dare to claim to be a loyal minister, but I am also an upright man!" The old man rescued me from the pile of the dead, and the grace of living and nurturing is a dog, and I should know how to repay the favor after so many years, right?! Now that the Lord needs me, how can I do such a ruthless and unrighteous thing? ”

Bai Yan was frightened by Zhao Feng's angry shout, took a step back, and knelt down in fear and said, "The last general should be damned!" The last will be lost! ”

Sighing tiredly, Zhao Feng said weakly: "...... You go and spread a word and tell the boss that Zhao Feng is willing to die for the boss, and the mighty army is ready to enter the city at any time - the Qingjun side! ”

In the last three words, Zhao Feng almost exhausted all his strength and burst out from between his teeth.

Bai Yan's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and his body felt a cold chill, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Are you scared?" Zhao Feng suddenly smiled, his smile seemed unpredictable under the dim light.

Bai Yan shook his head, and said with a firm expression: "The general treats me like a mountain, and the last general swears to follow!" ”

Zhao Feng sighed and waved his hand, Bai Yan didn't dare to say more, and withdrew from the big tent after saluting.

Zhao Feng smiled silently, "Qingjun side", how many chaotic ministers and thieves have used rotten excuses when plotting to usurp the throne throughout the ages, and some of them have succeeded - yellow robes. Some failed—the Nine Clans were executed. ――What will happen to the boss? And me?

Zhao Feng sat in the big tent in a daze, the night wind lifted the curtain in front of the tent, and a dark cloud was quietly covering the bright moon. The night was vast, everything was silent, and Zhao Feng's heart seemed to be shrouded in this dark cloud, heavy, and he was almost out of breath......

In the imperial study, Xiang Jingwu's voice was as calm and calm as usual: "Is your information true?" ”