Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 220 Breaking up

"Everyone is tired of war, especially those on the battlefield. With flames blazing all over the sky, smoke billowing everywhere, swords whirring and horses neighing, life and death uncertain, how can one remain calm?

Every time there was a battle, the wind howled, the rain wept, arrows flew, stones fell, and blood soaked the land. Although he had a sincere desire to serve his country and a lofty ambition to serve his country, he was also worried about the consequences for his family and the grief of his relatives.

Thinking of the tranquility of home, the affection of relatives, and the lingering worries, who can remain indifferent? Those who fight are forced by the times and are not what they want.

However, in order to protect the peace of the country and the harmony of the people, they had to take up arms, charge into battle, and go through fire and water, even if they died nine times, they still did not regret it. The bitterness, sorrow and resentment involved are difficult to empathize with and understand unless you are there and experience it personally.

We, the ministers, have been retreating again and again to defend our country, and the victims are tens of thousands of ordinary people. I hope Your Majesty will understand the feelings of the soldiers on the battlefield. I disobeyed Your Majesty's order to withdraw the troops, and I will take the blame. When the war is over, I will let Your Majesty punish me. "

"You are such an ungrateful bastard! What's the difference between not obeying my orders and rebelling?! I'm afraid you know that I'm not doing well, so you've got the same idea!"

After reading the souvenir, Mu Yijun flew into a rage and swept everything on the table to the ground. Yang Shuyi, holding the soup, trembled when she heard the crackling noise inside. After it quieted down, she adjusted her expression and walked in with a meek look on her face.

"Your Majesty, I made some soup. Would you like to try it?"

Mu Yijun supported himself on the table, his chest rising and falling violently - he had chosen Yan Buhuan as his confidant because he had no relatives and was loyal and righteous, but who would have thought that he was also a traitor! Now, he had no handle to hold him accountable.

Yang Shuyi said nothing and maintained the posture of saluting.

Mu Yijun noticed it and softened his expression and went to help her. Yang Shuyi was so scared that she almost let go, her heart pounding like a drum, but when she raised her head, she looked lovely - others didn't know, they only knew that the late emperor was seriously ill, but she knew that Mu Yijun was involved.

Mu Yijun was the only son of the late emperor. The late emperor was in poor health and didn't have many years to live, but Mu Yijun still fanned the flames and caused the late emperor to die first...

Yang Shuyi felt as if she had been hit hard on the head, and was immediately chilled - if even her own father was like this, what was she to count as? The usual sweet words and rewards were just a means to win her over.

Mu Yijun is a naturally heartless person.

No matter what happens, he never looks for the reason in himself. It is difficult to keep good officials and generals in his hands. It is a blessing for talents not to be envied and hated...

As the person sleeping next to her, without the filter of looking at her lover, Yang Shuyi understood Mu Yijun's character more and more clearly. He had been making plans for her secretly, but on the surface he always went along with him.

After spending some time with Yang Shuyi in a gentle embrace, Mu Yijun looked at Yan Buhuan's letter, then at the contents of the memorial next to it. He realized belatedly that the situation in the country had become very serious. He suddenly felt dizzy, and after thinking it over, he reluctantly sent someone to invite Rong Xiang, who had been dismissed for a long time.

Rong Xiang was invited into the palace. When he climbed the high steps to the hall, he suddenly looked back and seemed to see a nine-moon hanging in the sky, mountains and rivers pouring down, beacon fires and lights interlaced. The prosperous Dayong in the past seemed to overlap with the mourning of today, but it was hazy, his turbid eyes trembled slightly, but he could not see anything clearly.

"Prime Minister Rong, please take a seat."

Mu Yijun smiled gently and asked the eunuch to bring a cushioned chair. However, Rong Xiang looked down on him for praying to the gods only after something happened.

Moreover, at this point, the emperor and his subjects were alienated and had become a loose group. He had already submitted a memorial to the emperor long ago, but he just ignored it. Now he was powerless to do anything...

Rong Xiang half-closed his eyes and refused to sit in that position. His attitude was very clear. Mu Yijun was a man with little patience, and Rong Xiang had loved to discipline him since Mu Yijun was still the crown prince. Suddenly, he felt like he was settling all the old and new grudges together. He immediately became annoyed and spoke without thinking.

"Rong Xiang, I respect you a lot, don't take advantage of your age and try to bully me! What do you mean?!"

"What do you mean? The strange and sweet words conceal the private hatred and resentment, the unpleasant truth cannot understand the king's mind, and the smoke of gunpowder cannot stop the suspicion in the hall. The turmoil in the court has not subsided and the palace walls are covered with snow. The fools should be punished; the war outside the court has not stopped and the fields are full of starving people. The people's livelihood is miserable..."

As Rong Xiang spoke, his tone suddenly became high, and he suddenly opened his eyes with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to peel off Mu Yijun's selfish skin.

"However, why does the king sit in high position and ignore the suffering of the people? Why does he indulge in political tricks and ignore the dangers of the country? Why does he act arbitrarily and ignore the advice of loyal and good people? Why does he indulge in luxury and pleasure and ignore the hardships of the people?

Could it be that the country, the people, and the common people are not in your heart? ! "

Rong Xiang questioned and took a step closer. Mu Yijun was stunned and stepped back repeatedly, sweating profusely. After he came to his senses, his face flushed and he waved his sleeves, sweeping down the jade and porcelain on display. There were dense shattering sounds, and he seemed quite angry and embarrassed.

"How dare you question me! You are so disloyal and unrighteous... Get out! I don't want a subject like you! You dare to ask me..."

"I cannot bear the responsibility of a jealous king like you." Rong Xiang sneered - it was also because of the Zhitonghui that he had some doubts about the Qi family being imprisoned. The more he understood, the more chilled he became...

"Wha, what?"

"Since I was appointed, I have been worried and sighing day and night, using my pen as a knife to kill all evil, and my mouth as a sword to clean up the court. For more than 20 years, I have changed government orders, punished tyrants, and carried out reforms. What I have learned is to repay the kindness of the emperor. I have ambitions for the nine provinces, but I hope that a wise ruler will be chosen to comfort the people and thank the sages for their books...

I know that I am about to die and there is no need to say more. However, I have lived my life without regrets in front of the king of the world. It is just that I am ashamed to face my wife and children. I hope that Your Majesty will consider that I have been with you for many years and let my wife and children go to Muye.

"I, your humble servant, would like to express my gratitude to you, Your Majesty. Are you familiar with the contents of this letter? This is the last letter from the head of the Qi family. Every word is heart-wrenching! How could you swallow it? Don't you feel terrified every night? Or was it you who originally instructed the Qi family to suffer?"

Mu Yijun's face turned pale instantly, as if all the blood had been sucked out of him. He could no longer maintain his calm expression, and his lips trembled slightly - how did Rong Xiang know? !

He couldn't think clearly, and he felt anger filling his heart instantly - Rong Xiang had even gone to investigate? Just to confront him?! This old immortal!

Mu Yijun's face turned red, veins popped out on his neck, and he roared like an enraged beast: "You're talking nonsense! This is all slander!" However, his trembling voice and flickering eyes betrayed his inner panic.

"Your Majesty knows whether it is slander or not."

Rong Xiang sneered, and without waiting for the other party to finish his threats, he threw away his sleeves and left. Mu Yijun wanted to kill him, but considering Rong Xiang's status, he did not do it. However, his vicious eyes were staring straight at Rong Xiang, as if he wanted to stare through his back.

(Translation of Yan Buhuan's letter - Everyone in the world hates war, especially the soldiers on the battlefield. The flames of war are endless, the smoke is everywhere, the sound of metal weapons colliding and the neighing of war horses are intertwined, life and death change in an instant, how can their hearts be calm and at ease?

Whenever there was a battle, the wind howled, the rain wept, arrows flew and rocks fell, and the land was dyed red with blood. Although they were loyal to their country and were determined to sacrifice their lives, they were also worried that disaster would befall them and that their loved ones would be saddened by it.

Missing the tranquility of their homeland from afar, thinking of the affection of their loved ones, and being entangled in their hearts, who would not be touched? Joining the war was really forced by the situation at the time, not what they expected in their hearts.

However, in order to defend the peace of the country and the people, they had to hold sharp weapons, wear solid armor, charge into battle, and go through fire and water, even when they faced death many times without regret. The pain, sorrow and resentment involved are difficult to empathize and deeply understand unless you go to the battlefield and experience it yourself.

In order to defend the country, we retreated again and again, and it was the millions of people who were harmed. I hope Your Majesty will understand the feelings of the soldiers on the battlefield. I disobeyed Your Majesty's order to withdraw the troops, so I should plead guilty. When the war is over, I will accept your punishment.

(Strange and strange sweetness deeply conceals personal hatred and resentment...——Strange and strange sweetness deeply conceals personal hatred and resentment, the harsh truth cannot be understood by the king, and the smoke of gunpowder in the sky cannot resist the suspicion and worry in the court. The turmoil in the court has not subsided, the palace walls are covered with thick snow, and stupid and vulgar people should be killed; outside the court, there are constant wars, people are starving everywhere, and the lives of the people are very miserable.)

(Ahem, in progress—)