Chapter 436 Chapter 436: Strive to complete KPI (16) [seeking monthly ticket]
Su Shiyilu's complexion changed again and again.
Finally freeze at the gloomy and murderous moment.
After a long while, he exhaled heavily.
said: "Yes, the dead are no threat... The fifth prince and the seventh prince have shown their murderous intentions to the old man, and they don't know which prince is standing behind them. As long as they want the throne, the old man will be a thorn in their side."
The most important thing is that he persuaded the king several times to confirm that the twelve princes are orthodox as soon as possible, weakening the power of other princes, and fundamentally offended them all. In the current situation, either he died or they died.
The words of his confidant exposed Su Shiyilu's hidden worries all along, and made him further determined.
"General, there is one more thing..."
The confidant hesitated to speak.
Su Shiyilu said: "Just say it."
The confidant expressed his worry: "As for the matter of marriage, if the king pursues it, what should we do?"
After Su Shiyilu heard the words, he was silent for a long time.
Why doesn't he know that this is troublesome?
According to his violent temper in the past, he directly opened up to the king, saying that his fifth and seventh princes have made great achievements, and that he sabotaged Shi Wu's plan against the Geng Kingdom for his own benefit, and almost sent his old life away. Can be punished.
But at present, he has no hard evidence against the two of them, and he has no living mouth. He can hold the two adult princes accountable only based on the lines on the corpses. into the water.
At that time, the two princes bit back and questioned that Su Shiyilu was getting old, old and frail, and could not keep up with the current situation. He even failed to **** a weak woman to Shiwu for marriage.
Even if his position cannot be shaken, it is disgusting enough. Su Shiyilu asked Ji: "Then what do you think?"
The confidant suggested in a low voice: "It's better to 'show the enemy to be weak'."
"Show the enemy weak?" Su Shiyilu murmured.
The confidant said: "The way to use soldiers is to show them softness and meet them with strength, show them weakness and take advantage of them. General, to say something disrespectful, the king is old too, he...he really wants to look at the strong A minister like you, so wanton and tyrannical?"
"Presumptuous!"
Su Shiyilu let out a stern voice.
The rushing momentum made his confidant back again and again, even though he saw the killing intent flickering in Su Shiyilu's eyes, he still gritted his teeth and said: "No matter how strong the wolf is, it can't withstand the passage of time and its body is aging. For the current King In other words, those princes are still young wolves who have not yet grown up, compared to you, you are the biggest threat! Has the general ever doubted the king?"
"You don't want to live anymore?"
Su Shiyilu wanted to kill but didn't do it.
Because the henchman really hit him where it hurts.
When the King of Shiwu was at his peak in Spring and Autumn, he was confident that he could suppress Su Shiyilu. He didn't care how powerful and arrogant this "brother" was. But, he is old!
Once a person gets old, not only the physical condition will decline, but also the "confidence" will gradually brew and turn into suspicious, longing for the "sense of security" that was once dismissed. Heartbroken, these words are really deafening...
The people behind the two princes...why can't they be the Shiwu King who has long since ignored him?
If so, many doubts can make sense.
However, Su Shiyilu refused to believe it.
The confidant took the opportunity to knelt down to express his loyalty: "General, you saved this life from the dead. How do you deal with it? The general will never complain. But for the sake of the general, some harsh words will always be Someone speak up!"
"This is..." Looking at his confidant with a sincere expression on his face, he had a lot of words to say, and he waved his hand after a while, "Go down, this old man think about it again..."
"Wei!"
Only Su Shiyilu was left alone, reminiscing about the friendship between monarch and minister that might have been spoiled by the years.
Walking out of the camp, his confidant was already in a cold sweat from fright.
He almost thought that Su Shiyilu would kill him just now, after all, as long as he follows Su Shiyilu for a while, he will know how loyal this boss is to the king. Telling the other party this is much more serious than stealing the other party's father.
"Still alive..."
He touched his neck.
It took several times to be sure that I was still alive.
The confidant returned to the tent with countless fears. He didn't do anything else, but went to meet another person at the first time—a scribe, to be precise, the strange person he rescued. Although this person is shabby and down-to-earth and has many rules, he does have two brushes. The confidant only climbed to the position of confidant by relying on this person's several suggestions and suggestions, and his official career was as smooth as if he was on the job.
This remark was also told by the other party.
"Sir, are you asleep?"
Candles are brightly lit in the camp.
A male voice came: "Not yet, come in."
As soon as the confidant came in, he complained: "Sir, you almost killed me this time. You didn't see the scene just now. The general almost killed me..."
The man smiled and poured a cup of tea.
teased: "Isn't this still dead?"
The confidant said worriedly: "If you don't kill me this time, it's hard to guarantee that he will kill me next time he thinks about it. The general is famously loyal, let alone his subordinates, even if his son said something bad about the king, he would be punished." He lost half his life."
He hesitated for a long time but dared not say those words.
The man said: "Loyalty? It was true in the past, but people's hearts are the most fickle. You see, you said so many outrageous things, didn't your general still not touch a single hair of your hair? It can be seen that his heart has changed. gone."
My confidant pondered for a while, and deeply agreed.
The man raised his teacup and said to him: "I use tea instead of wine, congratulations on your success in the future."
Hearing the words, the confidants feel happy.
It’s like eating a big pile of ice cream in the dog days.
"Hahaha, it's all thanks to the master's clever calculation."
The confidant did not dare to claim credit alone.
The two of you are flattering each other, and the atmosphere is harmonious.
Before he left, his confidant asked someone to give this gentleman hundreds of taels of gold. This gentleman looks pure and noble, but in his bones he likes the yellow and white vulgar things the most. This also saves trouble, and you don't have to think hard about what this person likes.
Looking at the neat gold ingots, the scribe rubbed them one by one, as if admiring some rare treasures. After a while, I put them down one by one, got up and walked out of the tent, watching the moonlight dignified and lost in thought, my brows frown and relax.
After a long while, there was a sigh in the air.
"Your life-saving grace, so-and-so will be repaid."
The moonlight was silent, and no one answered.
The scribe laughed.
Turn around and go back to the camp tent to spread out the pen and ink, pick up the pen to absorb the ink, and write, an article takes shape with the passage of time.
After finishing writing, the scribe admired it for a moment.
Muttered with emotion: "If you read it, you will probably say something—it's well written, but it's a pity that it's a sacrificial text..."
【Sacrifice to my best friend Anwen】
(end of this chapter)