Chapter 9: The Long Thread (4)

"Xiufeng, Brother Xiufeng, you sit down! Sit, wait for me to think about it, wait for me to calm down and think about it carefully. In the past few days, my heart has been so chaotic, so chaotic!" Although the weather was already very cold, Guo Wei had beads of sweat on his forehead, raised his hand and wiped two handfuls randomly, and responded with red eyes.

Wang Jun is not wrong at all, with Zheng Ziming's current position, strength and growth rate, it will not take 20 years to become a strong vassal party. And at that time, himself, Zheng Renyu, Wang Xiufeng and others are estimated to have long since grown old, in case Zheng Ziming suddenly has a different ambition, with his identity as the prince of the previous dynasty and his influence in the army, who in the world will control him?

The reason for this problem is not due to Guo Wei's deliberate negligence. Just half a month ago, he also had two biological sons who could inherit the family business. Coupled with the fact that the adopted son Guo Rong set up another door as the assistant of the Guo family, the brothers are united, and within twenty or thirty years, it is enough to face any threat.

Just half a month ago, he was still a courtier of Liu Hanguo, and he didn't need to think about the continuation of the throne, and there was no question of establishing an heir.

However, a bloody massacre by Yoo Seung-woo turned everything beyond recognition. His two concubines, two sons, and two daughters were all killed by Yin Liu Ba of Kaifeng Mansion. His adopted son, Guo Rong, suddenly became his sole heir. After raising troops on the side of the Qing monarch, if he wants to stand on his own behalf of the Han, he must consider how the country will be passed on from generation to generation. Zheng Ziming's strange life experience, he can no longer turn a blind eye!

"Jungui is indeed both civil and military, but his talent is still a little worse than his two sworn brothers!" Wang Jun's voice continued to come, like the white-haired wind in the cold winter wax moon, sending cold air all the way into the marrow of people. He listened to Zheng Ziming and relied on him very much. If you don't take precautions for him early, by the time he remembers it himself, I'm afraid he will already be powerless!"

"Think about it, Xiufeng, don't push me too hard. Feeling that the tent above his head was rotating rapidly, Guo Wei closed his eyes, and the cold sweat on his face flowed more rapidly.

"It's not me who forces you, it's the situation that forces you. Unless, unless you finish clearing the monarch's side, then learn from Duke Zhou and continue to hand over the throne to the Liu family. Wang Xiufeng refused to care about his feelings at all, and continued to wave his arms to add, "Otherwise, if you become the emperor, your surname Zheng may not be like you and Shi Hongzhao before, knowing that the steel knife has been hanging above your head, but you still have luck and accept it!"

"That's enough, Xiufeng, shut up! I ask you to shut up!" Guo Wei slammed the handsome case, and then, his legs fell on it weakly, trembling like a residual load in the rain.

The country, family affection, cherishing talents, the pain of the whole family being killed, in an instant, countless contradictory and fierce thoughts rolled in his heart, conflicts, like a dagger poking at his internal organs, tormenting his brain and soul, making him feel that his eyes were black, the golden drums in his ears were ringing, and his originally burly and robust body shrank up like a shrimp, shrunk up, and shrunk into a tight ball on the handsome case.

"You ......" Wang Jun felt that he was so aggrieved, and slapped the table and prepared to continue to speak out. Suddenly, he saw Guo Wei's painful reaction from the corner of his eye, and he was suddenly startled, and the roar that had reached his mouth instantly turned into an exclamation, "Wen Zhong, Wen Zhong, what's wrong with you? You, don't scare me! Okay, I won't say it, I won't say it, you sit up quickly, sit up, let's discuss this matter later." Someone, hurry up and call Lang Zhong ......"

"Dashuai, what's wrong with Dashuai!" The guards guarding outside the tent heard the shouting and rushed in one after another, and immediately, they were stunned one by one.

They had never seen their own manager so weak before. Even when the news of the killing of the whole family came from Bianliang, the handsome Guo Wei only sat in tears for a moment in front of everyone, and then announced the "Qingjun side", and the waist pole never bent down at all!

And now, the hero who once stood up to the sky, the hero who can lift half of the country with one hand, has become like an ordinary old man, weak and helpless. If this appearance is seen by the princes at both ends of the rat outside, I am afraid that the army has not crossed the Yellow River, and more than half of the soldiers and horses have fled.

"Close the door of the tent and don't let anyone in again!" Wang Jun also instantly realized that he had made the worst possible response in a panic. Hurriedly waved his sleeves and commanded sharply.

"Yes!" The guards quickly closed the tents of the Chinese army, and then gathered in front of the handsome case, all with panicked faces.

His gaze quickly swept over the faces of the guards, and Wang Jun made a note of everyone's appearance as much as he could, "From now on, until the army arrives at the foot of Bianliang City, you and others will all set up separate tents next to the Chinese army. No one is allowed to ......"

"Alright, Junfeng, there's no need to be so mysterious. Guo Wei suddenly perked up and waved his hand, interrupting Wang Jun's deployment.

"You, Wen Zhong, you, how are you?" Wang Jun asked with tears in his eyes.

If Guo Wei falls ill, the army will inevitably collapse without a fight. At that time, I am afraid that Guo Wei will not only die, but also his Wang Jun's entire family, as well as Zheng Renxue, Wang Yin, Li Hongyi, Guo Chong and others, will also die without a place to be buried.

"Excessive grief and indignation, heartache and illness are just a crime!" Guo Wei slowly sat up straight and added lightly. "The old man is not an immortal, how can he be indifferent to the tragedy of his family being killed? Open the door of the Chinese military tent, you can do whatever you want, and if anyone listens, just answer truthfully. Some things are far better for people to see than to hide them. ”

"Yes!" the guards raised their hands to wipe the cold sweat as if they had been pardoned, and staggered away.

If the marshal doesn't stop it in time, according to Wang Jun's temperament, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as keeping all the guards on duty in a tent. I'm afraid that it won't be long before the people's hearts settle down a little, and he will kill all those who know.

The guards knew about Wang Jun's past actions, so while rejoicing, they were very grateful to their own handsome. And Wang Jun himself, from Guo Wei's handling of the same thing, saw his own shortcomings, and did not wait for the guards to go far, so he said with a smile: "Wen Zhong's open-mindedness is beyond Wang's reach. There are some things that you just need to have your own arrangements. I was in too much of a hurry just now, I shouldn't have pushed you like this!"

"Brother Xiufeng is also out of a public heart!" Guo Wei smiled, not intending to blame others for his gaffe just now. "Since the Lord has given the seal to the eldest brother, it is not a mistake. As for the future, I will consult with Jungui in person and ask him what he thinks. ”

When Wang Jun heard this, his face immediately changed again. Holding the handsome case in his hand, he said condescendingly: "What can Jungui think, he has always regarded Zheng Ziming as his brother, and he even did the thing of accompanying the other party to Liaodong to find death!"

"They are brothers, just like the emperor and Guo Mou!" Guo Wei sighed and added with a tired face.

"Brotherly love, how can it be compared to a picturesque country?" Wang Jun disdained this statement, and immediately stiffened his neck and asked, "Even if the two brothers have a beginning and an end, in case they are like the emperor and you, the monarch is ...... earlier than the surname Zheng."

Before he could finish his frustrated words, Chai Rong's hearty greeting suddenly came from outside the Chinese army's tent, "Zhang Zhi, is my father still busy with official business?