Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 229 Night Talk 4
"You are wrong, Your Highness!" Wang Wenzuo grabbed Fu Yulong's hand, his eyes were burning, "You have the blood of the Fu Yu clan, your ancestors have ruled this country for hundreds of years, from the nobles to the common people, they all recognize this. People of the same blood have the right to rule the country. As for how many people are around, it doesn’t matter. When Fuyu Fengzhang came to Baekje, how many soldiers did he have by his side? Are they all bowing down to him?"

"Well, maybe what you said is right! But why did the Silla people kill me? There are my brothers in Chang'an, and they also have the blood of the Fuyu clan. Besides, Silla is a vassal of the Tang Dynasty. Aren't they afraid? Angry the emperor?"

"You are the direct son of King Yici, and your brothers cannot compare with you. If you die, it will not be easy to find a new king who is as legitimate as you. As for the people of Silla!" Wang Wenzuo said slightly After a pause: "In order to fight for the land, there is nothing they dare not do! And even the emperor will take care of the overall situation!"

"The big picture? What big picture?"

"Goguryeo, this is the overall situation of the Tang Dynasty, the overall situation of the emperor! You understand now!"

Fu Yulong fell into silence, and there was silence beside the fire, only the sounds of Diao Dou and Night Breeze coming from a distance.Wang Wenzuo didn't urge him, he knew that it was the best choice for Fu Yulong to think clearly at this time.After about half a cup of tea, Fu Yulong breathed out a long breath: "Wang Canjun, even if what you said is right, so what? I should have died the day Sibi City was destroyed, even if I died today, it would be too late." Now, death is actually not that scary for a person like me?"

"Your Highness is so excused, then I have nothing to say!" Wang Wenzuo's expression suddenly became cold, and he stood up: "It's getting late, there may be war tomorrow, so I won't keep Your Highness any longer." , if you are rude, please forgive me!"

Fu Yulong stood up, but he didn't leave right away, he glanced at Wang Wenzuo hesitantly, who was still sitting by the campfire, so he turned and left.Just two steps away, Wang Wenzuo's voice came from behind.

"Through the ages, the only one to die, since His Highness is not even afraid of death, it is useless for Wang to say more tonight! If His Highness changes his mind one day, he will tell his subordinates the next sentence!"

Back at the residence, Fu Yulong lay back on the bed without washing up, and the words of Wang Wenzuo just now echoed in his ears: the only way to die is through hardships through the ages!yes!What is more terrible than death?No matter how terrible other things are, there is always a future, not an end, and after death there is nothing, nothingness.Although those ascetics say that there is another world after death, no one has been able to return from that world so far.

At this time, the night wind blew the curtain, making a humming sound, and the distorted black shadow was cast on the cloth wall of the tent, fell into Fu Yulong's eyes, and immediately transformed into a tall old man with a stick.

"Who—!" Fu Yulong exclaimed, "Is it you? Aye! Is it you?"

The night wind howled, and Fu Yulong's breathing gradually calmed down. At this moment, he recognized that the black shadow on the cloth wall was just the projection of a certain flag or a certain haystack, and it was just his own illusion.He closed his eyes, but his thoughts became more and more disturbed. For a moment, he even hoped that what the monks said was true. The dead people just went to another world. As long as there is a corresponding spell, their souls can be called back to the world. In this world, meet your loved ones.If this is the case, he can recall his father's soul and ask him what he should do now. He needs advice so much now.

As time passed, Fu Yulong was gradually seized by fatigue, and he gradually fell asleep. Throughout the night, his dreams were filled with many scattered fragments, but Fu Yu Yici's figure did not appear, and naturally he did not get He craves advice.

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Zhou stayed in the city.

Fuyu Fengzhang stood on the city wall, motionless, like a stone statue.Outside the city gate, separated by the ruins of the former market, is the Baicun River. There are many shadows of boats on the river, which are the fleet of the Tang Dynasty.Those huge warships have blocked the waterway and completely surrounded Zhouliu City.

There is a torch every twenty steps on the city wall, which is getting darker and weaker against the backdrop of the night, and it seems that it may be swallowed by the night at any time.It was used to guard against possible night raids by the Tang people. Although Zhouliu's city wall was strong and tall, the hearts of the people behind the city were weak. Fuyu Fengzhang will never forget what he saw when he fled the battlefield: thousands of people in the The right-wing Baekje soldiers surrendered to the Tang people almost unanimously, and the white flags that fell down were like reeds blown by the autumn wind.At that moment, he understood that Baekje's heart no longer belonged to him.

"How could this be? Could it be that I was wrong in killing Onimuro Fukunobu? But I am a righteous king, Onimuro Fukunobu is just a courtier, and Onimuro Fukunobu is domineering and does many evil things. The king punishes powerful officials, Isn't that justified? And I didn't implicate his family and subordinates, why would people be separated? Could it be that Fu Yu's life is exhausted?"

Fuyu Fengzhang's heart seemed to be bitten by poisonous insects, and he couldn't understand how this happened.It is not that Baekje has never lost a battle before this, but regardless of victory or defeat, Baekje people will do their best, and will not disperse and flee until the defeat is settled. Very few people are willing to surrender to the Tang people. There has never been a person who abandoned his armor and surrendered.If this continues, the time for him to be the king will be just around the corner.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Fu Yu Fengzhang turned around in a disturbed mood, and saw the leader of the guard standing in front of him, next to him was the officer in charge of guarding the city gate at his feet, with an embarrassed look on his face, and behind him were six tied-up soldiers.

"What's going on?" Fuyu Fengzhang asked.

"These six people are deserters!" The leader of the guard shouted: "They tried to take advantage of the night to lower the rope from the city wall and escape outside the city. But he released these guys privately!"

"Even these little mice are starting to escape this sunken ship!" Fu Yu Fengzhang tried his best to suppress his anger, and turned his eyes to the guard officer: "Is it true?"

"Your Majesty!" The gatekeeper officer licked his chapped lips, and carefully argued: "That's the thing, I have already whipped them, you can see the whip marks on their backs!"

"So it's all true?" Fuyu Fengzhang's voice didn't have any warmth: "Why did you do this?"

"Your Majesty!" The officer guarding the gate was obviously in a panic. He waved his hands and explained: "The soldiers under my subordinates are unstable. If I execute them according to the military law, I am afraid that it will cause a mutiny and I will not be able to deal with it. Therefore, my subordinates only deal with whips. Xing, I think this will--ah!"

(End of this chapter)