Chapter Forty-Seven: Sick in Bed

Xiqi.

Knowing that Nezha's magic weapon was robbed by Deng Jiugong, and even the immortal rope that he was afraid of leaving his grandson was also taken by him as his own, Jiang Ziya was so angry that he vomited blood, and he was sick in bed that night, and the whole person was sick like a mountain.

He is a high-minded and arrogant person, even if he has done chores in Kunlun Mountain for forty years to carry water and chop wood, and when he learned that he had no chance to become an immortal, he never thought about going down the mountain and living in a different way. In the face of Deng Jiugong, he was scheming, but he still fell behind everywhere, and he had been holding back his breath in his heart, plus the two apprentices had died on the battlefield one after another, and he had unknowingly fallen into a heart disease, and when he heard this depressing news, his qi and blood were not smooth, and the root of the disease that had accumulated for several months suddenly worsened, so he fainted.

"Xiangye is just that his qi and blood are not smooth, and he has become ill, so he can take a few pairs of medicines and cultivate for a few days. ”

After seeing the doctor, Lang Zhong got up and prescribed the prescription, then handed the prescription to Yang Jian, and instructed him to take the medicine according to the prescription.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. has worked hard, if the prime minister's condition changes, I have to trouble you to come to the prime minister's mansion." Uncle Jiang fainted in public, which really startled the generals, but it was just a minor illness.

"Yes, Xiangye works hard for the state and sees a doctor for him, and it is incumbent on him to be old and decrepit. ”

Yang Jian nodded, asked the housekeeper to take a few taels of silver, and sent Lang Zhong out of the house. After doing this, he stepped forward to take a look, and saw that Jiang Ziya was awake at the moment, so he said softly: "Uncle Shi, you have to take care of your body, and you must not make a big fuss." ”

Jiang Ziya sighed: "Yang Jian, do you think we can enter the court song and overthrow the Shang dynasty." ”

The successive blows have damaged Jiang Ziya's confidence, he is already over seventy years old, and he has no children or daughters under his knees.

Yang Jian said in a deep voice: "Uncle Shi, you must not talk nonsense, the soup should be destroyed, Zhou De should be prosperous, this is the number of days." ”

Jiang Ziya smiled bitterly and said: "But we have repeatedly failed on the battlefield, and now that Deng Jiugong's strength has increased greatly, how should this battle be fought." Deng Jiugong's three words are about to become his lingering nightmare.

"This ......"

Yang Jian was stunned, a few months ago, Deng Jiugong had just come to Xiqi Nahui, and there were only three or four capable people under his hands, and Xiqi was still defeated at that time. Now that Deng Jiugong has a lot of talents, even he himself is in strength, and Yang Jian is a little less confident in whether he can eliminate him.

As a general, speaking according to the facts, how can he be like Tuxingsun.

After cultivating for so many years, Yang Jian has always been a young talent who has no lack of confidence, self-confidence that he can assist Jiang Ziya to achieve some meritorious deeds, and that he can achieve immortal status with merit in the future. But Deng Jiugong's existence is like a mountain, as if blocking his way.

Seeing this, Jiang Ziya smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "Just one Deng Jiugong is so powerful, but I don't know that there are no more powerful people in the other dozen or so soldiers, and we are limited in number now, and we can't afford to lose anything." ”

In his own hands, five of the three generations of disciples have been lost, and two of them are his own disciples, and such a battle has never been fought.

Yang Jian pondered for a while and said, "Senior Uncle, no matter what you think, but the disciple believes in the number of days, as long as the time comes, Deng Jiugong will definitely be wiped out." How arrogant Zhao Gongming was before, when the time came, he would end up dead, even his two apprentices would not be spared, most of the people who were born with Dafa could be cured by those who had their own Dafa. Deng Jiugong can win for a while, but he can't win for a lifetime.

"I'm just saying that, as the commander of an army, how dare I forget the task handed over by the master. When I am cured, we will still have to fight Deng Jiugong until he is completely destroyed. ”

Yang Jian arched his hand and said: "Uncle Shi is wise, and the disciple is willing to help Uncle Shi make contributions as soon as possible." ”

At this moment, the butler turned around and came back and said loudly: "Xiangye, the king is here." ”

Jiang Ziya was startled, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly put on his clothes and went down to meet the king, and Yang Jian followed behind him.

"Lao Chen, Yang Jian greeted the king. ”

Ji Fa stepped forward to help Jiang Ziya, and saw that he looked sickly, and his face seemed to be a few years older, and said with concern: "Father, you have always been in good health, how could you suddenly get sick, you are worried, so I came to visit." ”

Jiang Ziya is the pillar stone of Xiqi, if something happens to him, half of the sky in Xiqi has collapsed, how can he resist the imperial army.

Jiang Ziya said: "Thank you for your concern, the old minister is fine, but he has suffered some cold, just rest for a few days." ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly led Ji Fa to the front hall for tea.

Ji Fa glanced at him, sighed, and said, "Father, there is only one word, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

Jiang Ziya was stunned for a moment, and said: "The king is the lord of a country, and his status is noble, how can he not talk about it, this is really tormenting the old minister." ”

"Since Deng Jiugong was ordered to go west, it was originally a good thing for Xiangfu to lead the troops to resist the enemy alone. It's just that he failed to defeat the enemy for several months, and repeatedly lost his soldiers, and his father was the head of all the generals, and more than 300,000 soldiers were hanging in the hands of his father. There is a lonely word, it is better for my father to quit the army, and rest with the court, so that I Xiqi will not suffer from the separation of my wife. ”

A battle buried 50,000 troops, Ji Fa had a pain in his flesh, this is an unprecedented loss, although Xiqi has accumulated a lot of family wealth over the years, but it is unbearable to fight like this.

Jiang Ziya groaned: "Although the king's words are true, the old minister is afraid that it will violate the mandate of heaven. ”

Ji Fa said: "The destiny of heaven is there, why bother to do it! Moreover, when the first king was there, he once said that even if the son of heaven is not virtuous, he must not act recklessly, and it is disloyal and unrighteous to attack the king with ministers. ”

Jiang Ziya coughed a few times and said, "What the king said is reasonable, it's just that we stopped the army and sued for peace, I don't know if the court agrees." It is necessary to know that after dozens of battles, the imperial court suffered heavy losses, and even Wen Zhong was killed on the battlefield. ”

Ji Fa was shocked, he forgot that Xiqi had become the head of the princes in the world, raising the banner of justice, this is an endless situation. Sighing, he said, "It's lonely and can't think about it." The father's health is important, and he will recover from his illness as soon as possible, and the military and state affairs will have to work a lot for the father. ”

Saying that, Ji Fa turned around and returned to the official with the guards, now in Xiqi City, almost one or two of the ten families have done white things, and he is dressed in a plain manuscript, as the king, he wants to allocate some silver money to reward these soldiers who died on the battlefield to calm the hearts of the people.

Since his father, King Wen, Xiqi has a relaxed policy towards soldiers and the common people, and if a man exceeds the age and does not marry a wife, the palace allocates silver taels as a wife fee. And for the soldiers who died in battle, the pension is even more generous. Because of the good policy, Xiqi almost never closes his door at night, and he is not ignorant of collecting money, which is like a happy land.

"Greetings to the King. ”

Jiang Ziya saw that Ji Fa had left the Prime Minister's Mansion, so he said to Yang Jian: "Yang Jian, you have important things to do, go back to the barracks, Ben Shuai wants to be alone." Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and said: "After Nezha returned to Xiqi, his mental state was not good, and he must be worried about the loss of the magic weapon, you tell him, this matter is no wonder to him, and when I am well, I will take him to Qianyuan Cave and explain the situation to Taiyi Zhenren in person." ”

Yang Jian said: "The disciple receives the order. ”

He glanced at Jiang Ziya, then turned around and left the Prime Minister's Mansion.