"How bold are you?!" Mr. Wu's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

"How can you have the courage of General Soldier!" Feng Yan said with a smile, "General Wu, you Jinmen guards came to Jizhou to suppress the bandits without permission, I don't know what the reason is?!" ”

"......" General Wu's lips pursed into a straight line, thinking: How much does Feng Yan know?

Feng Yan said to himself: "Privately collecting property through the suppression of bandits, and secretly selling the horses obtained to horse dealers to collect money, all of them are big crimes. ”

Feng Yan really knew everything! General Wu's face sank like water, and his hand holding the scabbard became more and more forceful, and the green tendons on the back of his hand bulged.

Of course, he knew that what he had done was a sin.

But I had to.

In the past few years, due to various reasons, the state treasury has been empty, and military salaries have not been paid in a timely manner, and the delay has become more and more serious year by year.

Some of the guards were paid empty salaries, some were secretly engaged in all kinds of smuggling transactions, and some were robbing business trips and killing good people...... Their Jinmen guard was originally a small guard, even if he could raise a part of his military salary by relying on Cao Yun, it was far from enough.

He thought of a business that had no capital -

Banditry.

It's a pity that Jinmen is too small, so he can only secretly go to the border of Jizhou and Liaozhou to suppress bandits.

It is not so easy to avoid people's eyes and ears in this matter, four years ago, Geng Hai, the Duke of the First Guard, discovered his secret, Geng Hai promised to cover it up for him, of course this cover is not unconditional, he needs to give Geng Hai 100,000 taels every year.

Until a year ago, Geng Hai died unexpectedly.

And when he entered Beijing to mourn, he carefully tried to confirm that the current Duke of Weiguo, Geng Anhao, did not seem to know these things, that is, he did not continue the transaction.

In the last year or so, he has been very careful and has only done two votes.

I didn't expect it to be planted......

"What do you want?" Wu Zongbing looked at Feng Yan with gloomy eyes. What is the seal of the Yan map, is it money, or is it ......

Feng Yan hooked his lips and asked, "I don't know if General Wu wants to live or die?" ”

His voice was still as light as the breeze, and there was a chill of slaughter.

The temperature in the surroundings dropped sharply, and suddenly it was cold autumn.

Wu Zongbing felt like he was being targeted by a bloodthirsty leopard, his throat was tight, and he was a little out of breath for a while.

He has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and he can be regarded as having seen bloody storms, but he was actually suppressed by a kid who was not as weak as a weak crown.

"Please also invite General Wu to come in for a while." Feng Yan said again with a smile, and reined in his breath again.

As he spoke, a black-clothed young general walked out of the stockade and stretched out his hand to Wu Zongbing to make a petition, "Wu Zongbing, please." The look seemed to be sure that he would go in.

General Wu smiled bitterly in his heart, strode forward, and threw down a sentence: "You stay." ”

The bearded middle-aged man wanted to stop him: "My lord......"

The Jinmen guards could only watch as the back of General Wu was engulfed by the darkness ahead......

By the time Feng Yan returned to the capital after completing all this, it was already a few days later.

The sky is clear, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky and scorches the earth, and the temperature in the capital seems to be even higher again.

Feng Yan didn't feel the heat at all, and there was only one thing left in his heart.

The ninth day of September.

Feng Yan just thought about it, and he felt his blood boiling, and his eyes burst out with a light that was even brighter than the sun.

The rush under his crotch seemed to sense his excitement and galloped faster.

All of them have been preparing for this day for eighteen years!

Exactly eighteen years!

In this long and torturous time, there were gradually a few strands of silver between his mother Anping's sideburns, his eldest brother Xue Zhao was dormant in the palace, and Wen Wuchen was bent on planning for him......

Everything is ready now, just wait for the ninth day of the ninth month of September.

Feng Yan's body fell even lower, thinking that he would have to discuss it carefully with Wen Wuchen after he returned to the princess's mansion.

On that day, there can be no room for error!

On that day, there must be no mistakes!

They must cut through the chaos quickly and take Gyeonggi as quickly as possible and with the least losses.

When a man and a horse flew through an intersection, Feng Yan suddenly heard a commotion and the sound of horses' hooves coming from the direction of Daping Street on the left.

"Eight hundred miles expedited!"

"Eight hundred miles in a hurry, give way quickly!"

The heart-rending shouts of the comer made Feng Yan, who had already crossed the intersection, pull the horse rope, raise his front legs high, and hiss to stop.

Feng Yan looked back, and happened to see a soldier in armor holding a military newspaper galloping past, and pedestrians on the road hurriedly avoided both sides of the street.

Feng Yan didn't look at the back of the soldier who was far away, but looked in the direction he came.

At this moment, the only thing that can be rushed for 800 miles is military reports from the north and south.

Judging from the direction from which the soldier came, this military report should have come from the north.

Could it be that something happened in the north?!

When this thought appeared in Feng Yan's heart, he chuckled in his heart, his eyes were slightly dark, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

"Rush to the sky!"

Feng Yan called lowly.

Ben Xiao had always known his intentions, let out a long hiss, and immediately continued to drive in the direction of the princess's mansion.

He had to go back to his house at once, and then send someone to the palace to find out the news.

However, before the people he sent left the princess's mansion, the shadow guard came first, quietly appearing outside the window of the banquet room like a ghost.

Feng Yan quietly exchanged a look with An Ping, An Ping made a gesture, and Ziyue immediately sent the people in the banquet room to retreat, and she herself stood outside the curtain.

The young shadow guard in black shorts pushed open the window, and came in through the window with light movements, and saluted An Ping and Feng Yan with fists.

"Your Highness, Childe, the commander ordered his subordinates to send a secret message to Childe."

With both hands, the shadow guard respectfully handed Feng Yan a secret message sent to him by Cen Yin.

The commander in the mouth of the shadow guard is, of course, Cen Yin.

The sense of foreboding in Feng Yan's heart became even stronger.

He decisively took the secret letter and opened it as quickly as he could.

The lines on the secret report are very beautifully written, and the pen is strong, like flowing water, and it is Cen Yin's handwriting at a glance.

There was only one short sentence written on that little note:

Lingwu City was broken, and King Jian was killed in battle.

These eight characters shot at Feng Yan's heart like thousands of sharp arrows, and his ears were buzzing.

Feng Yan's hand trembled slightly, the secret report in his hand was almost taken off, and the blood color on his handsome face also faded.

How is this possible?!

Outside the window, the breeze blew the shadows of the trees swaying, and the light and shadow in the banquet room were swaying, forming a mottled light and shadow on Feng Yan's face, which made his expression a little condensed.

There was a dead silence in the room, and pins could be heard.

"Ah Yan." An Ping also realized that the situation was serious, and his face sank like water.

Feng Yan didn't speak, and slowly handed the note in his hand to An Ping.

But in just eight words, An Ping glanced at it and finished reading.

Her amateur hand subconsciously exerted force, crumpled the note, and her pupils shrank.

When Feng Yan said that the northern border sent 80,000 li urgently, she thought that it was the Northern Yan reinforcements coming to the city, she thought that it was King Jian who was asking for help, and she thought that Lingwu City was in danger......

But I can't think that it will be King Jian who died in battle!

An Ping's red lips were pursed into a straight line, and his face was written with the same shock, solemnity and confusion as Feng Yan.

How is this possible!!

Jun Ran has already rushed to the north, their father and son are united, even if the Lingwu City is broken, King Jian will not die in battle......

It was quieter in the room, and it seemed that even the wind had stopped outside the window.

The cicadas' chirping became even more poignant, and they seemed to know that they were about to come to the end of their lives, and they were screaming with the strength of milk.

Feng Yan's heart was in turmoil, and countless questions filled his mind.

He wanted to ask, how did the war develop to this point?

He wanted to ask, where are the Northern Yan people fighting now?

He wanted to ask, what is the condition of the Northern Army?

……

He wanted to ask, how is Jun Ran?!

One question after another slapped into his heart like angry waves, and his eyes were bright and dark, mixed together.

"Ah Yan......" An Ping whispered again, a little worried about Feng Yan.

Feng Yan has been training in the Northern Army for two years, King Jian's father and son have always taken good care of him, and he and Jun Ran are even closer to each other.

Feng Yan took a few deep breaths, and in just a few breaths, he suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, his expression became cold, and his eyes that were still chaotic and confused condensed like ice.

Even the tone of his voice exuded a hint of chill, like a half-unsheathed famous sword, ready to attack.

"Go and tell your commander, I'll wait for him."

Feng Yan's words were unclear, but Ying Wei didn't ask much, and directly clenched his fists and took the order: "Yes, Childe." ”

Before the words could be spoken, he had disappeared like a ghost.

Only two green sycamore leaves outside the window were left spinning and fluttering down, adding a bit of depression.

End of Volume IV