noffsinger Chapter 359 Something bad happened
Chapter 359 Something bad happened
The last few sentences are written like this:
I have decided to continue westward, but a secret decree from the capital of Dayong orders me to withdraw my troops. I need your help to resolve this problem and prevent the Emperor of Dayong from punishing me for disobeying the decree! In addition, I request your Northern Army's Thunderclap Formation training methods and request that you send several tactical commanders!
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He wrote a thick stack of papers, filled the envelope to the brim, and then sealed it, sending a messenger to Luoyang as quickly as possible...
Ever since Lord Sikong personally admitted to Mei Ruhua and the others about her affair with Di Beizun, the entire military camp has been in an uproar, and the discussion has only intensified. This topic has become the hottest and most frequently discussed topic among the soldiers after meals and before bedtime.
In fact, quite a few soldiers with ulterior motives have already decided that after a while, when they have some free time, they must write something like "The Untold Story of Lord Sikong and His Majesty the Northern Emperor," "The Little Things Between Lord Sikong and the Northern Emperor," or "The Inside Story of Unofficial History of the Storms and Clouds," and send it to the Hilton Daily. They are sure that this news will be a sensation!
The soldiers were talking excitedly, and the military camp was filled with a joyful atmosphere. Various speculations arose about the affair between the Minister of Works and His Majesty the Northern Emperor, and some even boldly speculated and imagined some scandalous content.
Words like candle and horse become ambiguous signals.
Of course, Lady Sikong had no idea that the soldiers had long since made her the subject of their after-dinner conversations. However, she noticed that the soldiers' gazes toward her these past few days were filled with blatant, fervent worship (which was purely Lady Sikong's own illusion), which made her feel quite flattered.
This situation lasted for nearly a week. When Lord Sikong went to relieve himself, he overheard the soldiers talking about these matters. He was furious and immediately ordered the captain of the guards, Berger, to lead the guards to arrest the deputy general Mei Ruhua, Meng Benbo, and the strategist Zhu Si.
Lord Sikong looked down at the men kneeling on the ground, their bodies drenched in cold sweat, and roared, "Speak! Which bastard leaked this information? Anyone who tells me voluntarily will be treated leniently! Otherwise, drag them all out and give them fifty strokes of the cane, until your skin is torn and bleeding!"
Mei Ruhua and Meng Benbo cried out that they were innocent, and immediately pointed to Zhu Si standing to the side, "Sir, it's him!"
Fatty Zhu, with snot and tears streaming down his face, clung to Lord Sikong's leg, shaking his head desperately. "My lord, it wasn't me! It wasn't me who said it! It was those two! They said that you and His Majesty the Northern Emperor not only played the game of a young lady and a servant, but also the game of a queen and a eunuch! They made you sound so disgusting and wicked! My lord, you have to believe me!"
Accused by Mei Ruhua and Meng Benbo, Zhu Si immediately became a traitor as well.
"Pah! My lord, Fatty also said that you were playing a game of hanging from rings with His Majesty the Northern Emperor!"
Upon hearing Zhu Si's words, Meng Benbo couldn't help but chime in as well.
"My lord, please spare us! These are just the soldiers' own guesses. We only said that your relationship with His Majesty the Northern Emperor is a pure friendship, and we really didn't say anything else."
"Go down and each of you receive thirty strokes of the cane. From this moment on, the entire battalion, listen up! Anyone who dares to discuss this matter again will receive fifty strokes of the cane! Get down here and relay the order!"
"Yes! Yes! My lord!"
The three men scrambled out in a panic, as if afraid that Sikong Jin might change his mind. However, before they could even get out the door, Sikong Jin's devilish voice rang out again, "Begel, you go with them and make each of them pay two hundred taels of silver as compensation for my mental distress and reputational damage. Otherwise, each of them will receive another thirty strokes of the cane!"
Upon hearing this, the three of them let out a wail and ran away as fast as they could. They dared not linger for even a second longer, for who knew what tricks she would come up with to make them pay up next!
The letter written by Lord Sikong to His Majesty the Northern Emperor was safely delivered to His Majesty the Northern Emperor at dusk on the seventh day after it was sent.
When Changfeng handed the thick envelope to Di Beizun, he was also somewhat surprised.
"You go down first."
The young and aloof emperor took the heavy envelope from Changfeng's hand. His usually calm and indifferent face softened for once, and he flicked his sleeves as he spoke.
"Yes, the host!"
Changfeng carefully retreated.
Di Beizun went to the window, opened the letter, took out the thick stack of letters, unfolded them, and what came into view was naturally the familiar, flowing handwriting of Lord Sikong.
After reading the first long paragraph, a slight smile appeared on Di Beizun's alluring face. However, the more he read, the more he felt something was amiss. So he skipped several pages and went straight to the end. Sure enough…
His handsome face immediately darkened!
That damn woman, she only contacts him when she needs something!
He suddenly angrily crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it aside, then turned and walked angrily toward the door.
But just as he reached the door, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks, standing there with his hands behind his back for a while before turning back and picking up the crumpled letter...
With astonishing self-control, he patiently read through the letter, his handsome face turning from pale to red, before finally taking a deep breath to calm the sparks that were igniting in his deep eyes.
"Somebody come!"
He paused for a moment, then suddenly called out.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
People immediately came from outside the door.
"Issue my decree: order Prince Yi to immediately beat the drums to gather his generals and reorganize his troops!"
Emperor Beizun folded the letter, put it in his sleeve, and coldly gave the order.
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
"While you're at it, call Changfeng in."
The countless starlight that had been dormant in Di Beizun's deep eyes suddenly emerged from the sea, bringing out a blade-like gleam in an instant.
A short while later, Changfeng came in again.
"OP, you were looking for me?"
Changfeng bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.
"Changfeng, go to the capital of Dayong immediately and act ahead of schedule. Do whatever it takes to get things done. Ask Sikong Shu if he wants to live or die. If he wants to live, he should do something important for me. Otherwise, the first thing I'll do is deal with the Sikong family."
Emperor Beizun spoke indifferently, his tone as cold as the autumn wind, "By the way, send a message to Patan City, tell her to continue leading her troops forward, just don't get too close to the border between Tiansheng and Da Liao."
Yes, OP!
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That very night, Emperor Beizun led an army of 300,000 men and marched straight for Hanyang City.
Meanwhile, inside Hanyang City.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Something terrible has happened!"
Under the dim light of the lantern, Xi Fenglie was changing his clothes and preparing to go to bed when he suddenly heard the anxious and flustered voice of his strategist, Gore, outside the door. Before he could react, hurried footsteps had already reached the door.