The reborn general girl is the emperor

54 The Bird in the Cage
Wen Zhemao's words made Si Yan frowned: "Although the palace of King Su is all his own people, there is no impenetrable wall in the world."

Wen Zhemao sneered disdainfully: "So what? At that time, Yan's family members were all dead, and I came to the throne, how many people would bet on the future and life of their own family for a group of people who have long since died?"

As he said that, Wen Zhemao raised his eyelashes again, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Si Yan with a leisurely smile, "Or do you think I'm really stupid enough to save Yan Qing's life?"

"If it weren't for the fact that the palace walls are difficult to break, we need to take advantage of her and the third child's opportunity to cooperate with each other and let the army enter the palace while the palace gate is wide open. This kind of disloyal woman should be cut to pieces!"

Wen Zhemao smiled darkly, glanced at Si Yan suddenly, saw his dull expression, felt a little bored, thought about what he had said before, and couldn't help mocking: "A woman like this is ignorant, ignorant, who can be manipulated by others, and will Is it the future king of Wu'an? Si Yan, your method of divination is not as good as before."

Si Zhan stared at Wen Zhemao, and seriously emphasized: "It is difficult to know the whole picture of divination. But since entering the mansion, there have been many divinations for His Highness. His Highness has seen it, how many of them are inaccurate?"

"Accurate. Your hexagrams are indeed more accurate than the previous ones, but since you predicted that I will be the emperor, why did you say that I will lose this battle a few days ago?!"

Wen Zhemao slammed his palm on the table, grabbing Si Yan with his sinister eyes, "At the beginning, you said that if you can bring Yan Qing under your command, this king must be the emperor. This king believes in you. If you fail once, how can you miss the throne again?! But that stupid woman will sit in my Wen family?!"

"What kind of young general, Ge Shiyingjie, is just a plaything played by this king!"

Wen Zhemao stood up, put his hands on the table to prop up his upper body, bent his eyes, and stared at Si Jian from bottom to top, with a ferocious face, "What fate, what divination, this king only knows, if this country can't be owned by me Even if it is destroyed, Wen Zhehan will never be cheap! It is even more impossible to be a bitch like Yan Qing!"

With a hoarse voice, Wen Zhemao spat out letters like a poisonous snake in a ditch, gloomy and cold: "Si Jian, don't forget, if it wasn't for this king, you would have died long ago. What should you say, what should you do, and what should you be loyal to?" Who! You'd better know how to measure."

Si Yan looked at Wen Zhemao's cold eyebrows, and there was a hint of impatience hidden in them.

From those eyebrows, he saw killing intent.

Si Zhan lowered his eyes, bowed his head and bowed: "So, don't dare to forget Your Highness's life-saving grace."

Wen Zhemao stared at Si Yan for a while, then rolled his eyes, straightened up and brushed his sleeves twice, turned his back and teased the bird in the cage, and ordered indifferently: "Go back and keep staring at Yan Qing. Don't deliberately stop the third child If people come into contact with her, just make sure that she is within the controllable range. During these days, you should not go back to Su Wang's mansion. Although there are secret passages, after the old man knows about this, he will definitely become vigilant. Find out the location of the secret passage, let the old man notice it, and break the big event..."

As he spoke, Wen Zhemao paused at the end, glanced at Si Xun with his head bowed, touched the cinnabar on the table with a wooden stick in his hand, and put it back into the cage, "You know the consequences."

"Someone wrote it down."

Si Xun responded, glanced at Wen Zhemao's back for a while, closed his eyes with a gloomy expression, and walked towards the secret passage when he came.

Lifting the landscape painting covered outside the stone gate of the secret passage, Si Yan paused again, without turning around, he asked Wen Zhemao: "Does your Highness regret saving someone back then?"

Wen Zhemao put down the wooden stick to tease the bird, and spoke indifferently, but answered irrelevantly: "You have indeed shared a lot of worries for this king these years."

The stone door opened, and the corridor was pitch black.

Looking at the dark road ahead, Si Yan asked again: "Is Mrs. Hou still alive?"

Xu didn't expect Si Yan to ask such a question. Wen Zhemao froze for a moment, raised his eyebrows, turned around to look at Si Jian who was looking back in the dark, with an interesting smile on his lips: "Life is cheap, and the best thing you can get in return The disposal of interests is the embodiment of a person's greatest value. This was what you warned me when you first entered the mansion, but now you care about other people's lives?"

Si Yan looked at Wen Zhemao silently.

Wen Zhemao stood by the window, the light came in through the window paper, with the shadow of the window frame, reflecting on half of his face, with soft eyebrows and eyes, warm and smiling.But on the other half of the face that was exactly the same against the light, the smile was so cold that it made one's bones chill.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried that if Yan Qing asks to see Mrs. Hou halfway, but we can't hand over someone, it will end badly."

Si Yan kept his face light, and spoke lightly, but his eyes kept falling on Wen Zhemao's face.

"Just for this?"

Wen Zhemao seemed to have heard a joke, his face was slightly distorted when he laughed, but his eyes were as cold as a pool, "Si Yan, do you think this king is so stupid that you need to ask yourself about everything?"

"I don't dare. I just asked about this, so as not to cause trouble in vain."

Si Xun turned a deaf ear to the killing intent in Wen Zhemao's eyes.

"Oh, okay, then let Yan Qing meet her mother."

Wen Zhemao looked at Si Yan coldly, "The time is set for the day before the expedition, let them have a thought in their hearts, so that they can catch up with a companion on the way back."

After getting the answer, Si Yan narrowed his eyes and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wen Zhemao again.

"On the day of the siege, you go with Yan Qing."

Si Yan paused, before turning his head, he heard Wen Zhemao say again, "I want you to watch her die on the battlefield with my own eyes. If you can do it yourself, that would be the best."

Si Xun subconsciously tightened his hands holding the canvas, clenched his teeth, and pursed his lips.

He is just a charlatan who can divination and give advice, but he doesn't know anything about horseback riding, but he also knows the cruelty of war.

Let him go to the battlefield, no doubt let him die.

What's more, he was asked to take the life of a person who had practiced martial arts since childhood and survived the pile of dead people.

Si Zhan didn't look back, but stood at the entrance of the secret passage for a moment, took a deep breath, straightened his back, and replied softly: "Okay."

The canvas fell, and the stone door closed after a slight "click".

Wen Zhemao stared at the peaceful landscape painting, his eyes were cold and cold, the corners of his pursed lips were bent, and he turned his head to look at the thrush fluttering in the cage.

"Ziweixing? A woman, but someone else raised a bird in a cage. Do you really think that after a few times of soldiers and a few years of fighting, you can compete with men for the world?"

Wen Zhemao murmured in a low voice, looking at the thrush who was struggling more and more crazily in the cage, "Nine out of ten fortune tellers are insane. I thought this time it would be different, but it didn't happen. It is the most utterly insane."

It took only half a cup of tea, and the thrush who was thumping like crazy lost all strength, and lay down on the bottom of the cage, raising his arms from time to time, and fiddled with the bamboo bars of the bird cage, all in vain.

Finally, the thrush was completely silent, only the birdcage was still swaying.The bird food and clear water in the cage were poured into a mess.

All this fell into Wen Zhemao's eyes, but made him twitch his lips.

On a sunny day outside the window, Wen Zhemao squinted his eyes and looked out, slightly hooked his lips, and murmured softly, "A bird locked in a cage will have to gamble with its life if it wants to fly out of the cage."

(End of this chapter)