After the battle of Yicheng, after six hundred miles of urgency, two stagecoaches were killed, and the little yellow burden that was exchanged for the blood and lives of twenty border elite scouts was put on the imperial case six days later. And there was another thing in the baggage, but he was silent for a long time, stunned.

The soft and clean parchment paper in his hand was removed from the baggage, very clean, without any peculiar smell or stains, and there was only a simple sentence written on it: "What if the minister dies?"

This is a question, yes, the news that the two countries of Qin and Cang have paid more than 300 lives for it is just a question. And in the face of such a simple question, the emperor could not answer it for a long time. Because, he has also been asking himself this sentence. For he had asked the man who wrote the letter something else, and it was these words that made the man go forever.

The emperor said expressionlessly: "With the success of the first battle, I can make the strongest voice in the court, let those old stubborns get down, and give An Shi a bright future."

"Your Majesty, this minister can do it!"

"With the merits of the first battle, I can take advantage of the situation to wash those arrogant soldiers and fierce generals whose eyes fell on the door of their heads into good men of Great Qin!"

"Your Majesty, this minister is willing to make a military order!"

"You can do this, you can do that, what can't you Li Yundao do? Then you can bring Emperor Yelu's head to me!" the emperor roared.

"Cleaning the court, crushing the southern rats, smoothing the north, killing three birds with one stone, and making An Shi a Taiping emperor, isn't this the best result?"

"Your Majesty, does it matter whether the process and means matter in order to achieve the goal?" Li Yundao's fat jaw shook, this was obviously not something that a courtier could say, but he said it instead.

The emperor obviously didn't care about the tone of his voice: "I understand what you want to say, but I don't have a choice, this is not only my dream for more than forty years, but also the hard work and hard work of the past ten years, I will not give up, and I will not regret it." No one is forcing me, it's me who is forcing myself, do you understand? I am willing to bear this infamy through the ages!"

"Your Majesty, give the minister eight years, no, five years, the minister will definitely set foot in the north and lay this vast grassland for you. Otherwise, the minister will come and see you!"

"Eight years, five years, Li Yundao, do you think I have five years to live? Yes, you know, you know, but why do you still say such things to me? Why? His heart can be punished!" the emperor lowered his voice and roared, his throat roaring like a beast, his face was hideous, too suppressed, and the green tendons on his white neck burst out.

Li Yundao raised his head, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

"Don't give me this! How many people did you kill four years ago? How many people did you kill sixteen years ago? Yes, my uncle, my brother, now you tell me, you have relented, you don't want to kill?" the emperor was a little hysterical, his voice getting lower and lower, but his face became more and more distorted.

"You are betraying, you have betrayed me. Li Yun said!" The emperor put a foot on the fat man's chest, and the fat man's body shook and swayed greatly, but he still did not fall. Unlike the past ten years, he has pretended to be very painful every time, and he doesn't want to pretend anymore. So, he didn't fall.

Too much life and death, he has experienced, his sharpness, wisdom let the old fox in the entire capital see in the eyes, firmly in mind, but more people do not understand, what is more terrifying is his ruthless decision and decisive after the madness of desperation, the latter is far more terrible than the former, and the master in front of him has not forgotten, he knows better than anyone else, and knows better than anyone else.

The emperor's flushed face began to slowly turn flushed and pale.

"Isn't this your dream, it's your heart's work!" the Emperor murmured.

"But there's a better way!" The fat man's face looked whiter than the emperor's, because his face was huge.

The palace became quiet, for a long time, without any sound, except for the heavy gasps of two men, who were breathing rapidly, like two fighting bulls.

"Are you going to resist the decree?"

The emperor's eyes narrowed, the gaze in the slit was so sharp, the meaning of the edge was revealed, and the tone was cold and tough.

He didn't use a salutation for this sentence, and his expression was extremely serious.

Li Yundao looked at the five-clawed dragon robe, his eyes were in a trance, and the hall became extremely silent.

Outside the window, the rain dripped on the stone steps outside the main hall, clanging, and the dark gray sky was a little dull, and it was my turn to feel like my body was sinking into the mire, slowly sinking, and the air became viscous. He was a little sad, but not for himself.

He doesn't like the weather.

"Yundao, can you give up those meaningless attachments!

Li Yundao was taken aback by this sudden sentence. "Yun Dao, give up those senseless attachments! Help me!" The emperor did not call himself by me, and this sentence was so familiar, familiar that Li Yundao trembled a little.

Just like the night of the embattled rainstorm sixteen years ago, the six princes with a withered yellow face and messy hair had eyes like blood.

"Lord Wang, I will help you!" At the beginning, Li Yundao replied.

And now? He could, but he didn't want to.

"You're right, look at what those old men in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Lianghuai, and Hanzhong are doing? What are the civil officials in Chang'an City thinking? What are those proud soldiers who have been tempered by the fire of war thinking? They don't understand me, only you!

"You know about my illness! Except for the old goblin and the imperial doctors locked up in the apse, only you know, right, only you!"

"Do you remember our dreams at the beginning, do you remember the bold words we used to whip the north on the Yin Mountain?" said the emperor continuously, hurriedly. Maybe he was also substituted into that exciting time and space by himself, and his tone trembled a little.

Li Yundao didn't think like this, he thought of his child, remembered that decisive look, remembered the crazy woman, and the daughter with cold eyes. He wondered if he had thought about anything for them.

He didn't speak, and kowtowed heavily to the emperor.

Li Yundao was called "black-clothed Yama" by those tyrants in Beijing, and was called "butcher" by Lianghuai for thousands of miles, he didn't care, he had killed a lot of people, and now Daqin except for one or two old marshals who participated in the battle to annex the Four Kingdoms and were about to die, there is no more killing than him, but he knows that the so-called decisive killing on the night of the thunderstorm, and the destruction of the battle between the two Huai, are more for deterrence, if you change one person to lead the army, there will be more people who will die, more, two, three times? It's not that he deceived himself, it's a fact that anyone with a discerning eye can see. It's just that someone has to buckle this hat for him, and he is willing to carry this pot and put gold on the face of the master in front of him. He could accept this, but he couldn't accept that millions or even millions of innocent lives would be turned into fertilizer on that barren land. Millions, there are only thirteen millions in the entire Great Qin, what kind of bloody massacre is this. He didn't dare to think about it.

This is probably the so-called fate arrangement, or the so-called Heavenly Dao, which cannot be calculated or stopped.

He is a chess piece on a chessboard, so he should have the consciousness of being a chess piece, not to mention that this is not the first time he has made a chess piece, and theoretically he has no reason to resist. The plot doesn't know when it reverses, he doesn't know. But he knew exactly what he was doing. So, he kept silent, and he used silence to show loyalty and silence to show opposition.

"Yun Dao, can I still trust you?" the emperor finally determined one thing, this chess piece may have been in the wrong position, and he finally returned to the role of chess holder, no longer trying to convince.

"The minister will always be His Majesty's minister, and His Majesty never has to question this!" Li Yundao was calm and lonely.

Both the emperor and he were just trying to measure their relationship with another yardstick, but unfortunately, they both failed, and from now on, this yardstick becomes history, and history will only be remembered, and will not be re-walked.

From this moment on, they all gave up their illusions and returned to reality, the emperor is the emperor, and the courtiers are the courtiers.

The monarch and the minister, the king called the minister to die, and the minister had to die.

Li Yundao was relieved.

What is the so-called righteousness and loyalty? It is nothing, and the truth is not said in this way, but it also depends on who is preaching the truth. The Great Qin Communist, his words are the truth, his decisions are the truth, and his anger is destruction, and there is no reason to talk about it.

When all the conversations were over, Li Yundao hurriedly traveled north, entering and leaving the grassland three times in a year, plotting against Duoyan and Sanwei, so he was still loyal and loyal. The emperor also had to use his back hand, abandoning his son and breaking his arm, even if this arm had made great achievements, but now it could not run as he pleased, then, as the head of a country, he had to make a choice.

However, the emperor guessed a little wrong, he Li Yundao is by no means the killing god who was recalled by the twelve gold medals in the previous dynasty, and he knew that he would die but did not want to steal his life, he was Li Yundao, he could be sorry for himself, but he must not let Yao Zhiping, Li Jingxian, and Li Jinglan be hurt again. So he took a different path, the one he designed himself. He wanted to spend five years to prove that he was worthy of the king, worthy of Great Qin, and worthy of his family. He wanted to say, since the reason doesn't make sense, let's do it.

But what does this sentence mean now?

Are you willing to gamble and lose and beg for mercy? Or, to show your chips and negotiate with your chariots and horses? Or, the news that the emperor wants and wants to hear the most, he is in danger now, and he may die at any time?

A line of words without a beginning or an end, even the emperor who is most familiar with him cannot judge.

But he knows one thing, that person is my courtier, minion, and people no matter what, I can fight, scold, and kill, but others can't, even if it is a Cangguo with millions of warriors.

Whether it is Great Qin or the Great Qin Co-Lord, at this point, he has never hesitated to waver for thousands of years.

Some of the truth is not very reasonable in itself.