Monument Yangmen

Chapter 909 Compassionate with the same disease, the Yuqing, and the jade carving of Uncle Cao
A conquest between countries by way of excuses, the tone was set between the two drinking wine.

The Yan Kingdom paid for the road from Sichuan and Shu, the Great Shu Kingdom, to Yongzhou, Mangshan, Miza, and Seoul, and could get [-]% of the spoils that Cao Wei gained in the Maurya Dynasty.

In order to let Cao Wei get rid of the situation of being forced to death as soon as possible, Yang Qi not only agreed to lend him a way at the wine table, but also agreed to provide him with a batch of second-generation firearms.

Compared with the first-generation artillery provided by the Kingdom of Yan to the Kingdom of Shu and the Kingdom of Jin earlier, the second-generation firearms include portable light artillery, matchlock guns, explosive kits, and earth mines.

From the comparison of equipment, the soldiers and horses of the Great Shu Kingdom equipped with the second-generation firearms will be hundreds of times stronger than before.

Of course, although Yang Qi has a close relationship with Cao Wei, it is impossible for him to make Cao Wei's troops surpass the Yan army in combat effectiveness.

The Yan army has already been equipped with fifth-generation firearms, which are more extensive, and their combat effectiveness is more than one crop higher than that of the second-generation firearms. The second-generation firearms delivered to Cao Wei were eliminated by the Shenji Army before.

With the continuous upgrading of weapons, the upgrading of weapons and equipment is also accelerated.

Every time the entire army replaces equipment, it consumes a lot of money in the national treasury.

Yang Qi sold outdated firearms to Dashu and Dajin through this method of secondary use, so as to complete the upgrading of Yan's army weapons.

To sum it up in one sentence, it is to use other people's money to continuously strengthen one's own armaments.

The pressure to replace the armaments was transferred to the two countries of Dashu and Dajin.

Of course, Da Shu and Da Jin are not fools, they naturally know that Yan Guo is using their money to continuously strengthen themselves.

But all the skills of firearms are basically in the hands of Yan Guo.

Although they have carefully sent people to study secretly, the most fundamental ironmaking technology and the production of gunpowder are still at the most primitive stage.

If they didn't transform the black gunpowder into yellow gunpowder, the things they imitated could not reach the power of Yan's firearms.

And the cost of their research and development is far higher than the firearms they bought from Yan Guo.

After weighing the cost-effectiveness, they decisively gave up research and development, but chose to continue buying firearms from Yan Guo.

In this way, their dependence on the Yan State will become stronger. As for the means of Yan State's pressure transfer, they pretend not to see it.

It is worth mentioning that although the two countries have a peeping heart for the craftsmanship of Yan Guo's firearms, they have never had the desire to steal or buy them.

Among the three countries, it can be regarded as an ally linked by kinship.

Stealing Yan's firearms production skills can easily destroy this alliance.

Not spending money to buy skills is because of the self-consciousness of the two countries of Dashu and Dajin.

The Cao and Zhe families behind the Dashu and Dajin were all transformed from aristocratic families, and they have their own way of life.

Unless it is taking advantage of the fire, it is simply impossible to spend money to buy other people's core country-defending skills from others.

They knew this, so they didn't ask Yang Qi to buy firearm making skills.

Yang Qi was willing to sell a batch of firearms to Cao Wei privately without going through the officials of the Great Shu Kingdom. This was great news for Cao Wei.

Cao Wei burst into tears with gratitude, and took Yang Qi to drink a lot of wine together.

Until the two cheeks that poured themselves were flushed and dizzy.

He declined Yang Qi's support, and walked out of the imperial study room with a grin. He brought a little guy in from outside the imperial study room, and after throwing it in front of Yang Qi, he fell to the ground and passed out drunk.

The little guy is only six years old, two feet tall, dressed in Shu brocade, with a pair of big black eyes on his pink and tender face, staring at Yang Qi with a hint of shyness and curiosity.

"Oh~"

While Yang Qi was looking up and down at the little guy, Cao Wei, who was lying at the little guy's feet, opened his mouth dazedly, and spat out, with bubbles still coming out of his mouth.

Yang Qi shuddered all over.

The little guy moved his feet slightly to the side in disgust, and when he saw Yang Qi looking at him, he stopped immediately.

"Chen Lin!"

Yang Qi shouted in a low voice.

Chen Lin swung her fly whisk and trotted into the imperial study room. After seeing Cao Wei lying on the ground like a dead dog, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Fork it out and throw it into the soup pool. Sober him up. Then let someone clean up the imperial study room for me."

Yang Qi looked at Cao Wei who was spitting bubbles, did not hide the disgust on his face at all, and ordered Chen Lin almost in a roaring voice.

Chen Lin hurriedly nodded in agreement, and then called Gong'e to clean up the ground, and he asked the imperial guards to drive Cao Wei out of the imperial study.

The guards drove away Cao Wei, and after the maids cleaned up the imperial study, they also retreated outside the door.

Only Yang Qi and the little guy were left in the imperial study room.

The little guy looks a bit restrained.

Yang Qi looked at the little guy again, and said hesitantly, "Are you... a girl or a boy?"

The little guy was stunned for a moment, his little face flushed a little, he hung his head, and said falteringly: "I... I'm a boy..."

Although the little guy was dressed as a boy, he was pink and tender, shy and delicate like a girl, which gave Yang Qi some illusions.

Yang Qi raised his eyes and glanced outside the door, "Was that your father just now?"

The little guy shook his head slightly, "My Uncle Wang..."

Yang Qi frowned and said suspiciously: "You are not his son, so why did he throw you to me?"

The little guy pouted, hesitated for a long time, and stammered: "My grandpa and Uncle Wang said that you appointed me to be your disciple before I was born.

This time, Uncle Wang was ordered by Grandpa Huang to send me here to be a teacher. "

Yang Qi was a little dazed when he heard this, his eyes kept flickering, searching for the memory in his mind.

When did he say he was going to take the Cao family as disciples?

Counting the famous and influential figures in the history of the Cao family, apart from Cao Bin, only Cao Wei and Cao Baochen remain.

Cao Baochen has already been trained by him, who else in the Cao family is better than Cao Baochen, worthy of his own training?
Yang Qi glanced suspiciously at the little guy, looking at the little guy awkwardly.

"What's your name? Who is your father?"

The little guy saluted Yang Qi sternly, "If you go back to uncle, the boy's name is Cao Yi, and my father Cao Qi..."

"Uncle? Cao Yu? Cao Qi?"

Yang Qi repeated the name he called himself and the names of the two people in his mouth.

After a while, he looked at the little guy in astonishment, and said in surprise, "You said your name is Cao Yu?"

The little guy didn't understand why his uncle had such a reaction, so he nodded hesitantly.

"You are actually Cao Yu Cao Jingxiu..."

Yang Qi sighed, put his hand on the little guy's head, and was amused.

My brain short-circuited for a moment just now, and I actually forgot about him.

From the perspective of official history, this little guy is just a lucky one who relies on his sister to get rich, and there is nothing worthy of praise.

But if you talk about it from the altar, this little guy is one of the top eight immortals.

Cao Yu, Uncle Cao Guo.

Although Yang Qi has lived in this world for many years, he has never seen anything ghostly.

But he still has some bad tastes to teach the gods.

Cao Yu's small body struggled to escape Yang Qi's clutches.

He didn't understand why Yang Qi called him Cao Jingxiu.

But he hated Yang Qi playing with his head.

However, with his weak strength, Yang Qi couldn't even hold down a little finger, so he could only be played with by someone grabbing his head with one hand.

Yang Qi didn't bully the little guy too hard, but after messing with the fairy's hair in a vicious way, he said to him generously: "Go to the Royal Garden and find your brothers to play."

Cao Yu rushed out of the imperial study room as if he was relieved.

After Cao Bi left, Yang Qi had just returned to the dragon chair and sat down. Before he could sit still, he heard bursts of crying coming from outside the door.

Before he could open his mouth to ask a question, he saw a tall man with black and white hair enter the imperial study.

That huge body was crying like a confinement baby, which was strange.

"Puff~"

The man fell to his knees on the ground, crying loudly: "Foreign Minister Zhe Yuqing, see His Majesty Emperor Dayan."

Yang Qi was startled, got up in a hurry, rushed to Zhe Yuqing's side, and helped him up, "Uncle, what are you doing? Although my nephew is the king of a country now, in front of you, I am still a nephew.

What's more, the state of Yan has already canceled the kneeling ceremony. If you, an elder, kneel to me, I will lose my life. "

Yang Qi helped Zhe Yuqing's huge body to stand up, Zhe Yuqing grabbed his arm with a pair of tiger claws, and wailed: "Qilang, uncle is dying!"

Yang Qi comforted him and sat down, dumbfounded, and asked: "What are you talking about, you are now the King of Han in the Great Jin Kingdom, and you are the younger brother of the emperor, with an army of 50, who can let you live?" No."

Zhe Yuqing grabbed Yang Qi and cried, "Qilang, you only know one thing, but not the other. In the eyes of others, uncle, the King of Jin and Han, holds an army of 50 and is majestic. But In fact, Uncle, I am not far from death."

Yang Qi was stunned, and said in a deep voice, "How do you say this?"

Zhe Yuqing looked at Yang Qi pitifully, "Uncle told you the truth, can you take Uncle to stay in Yan Country?"

Seeing a person two rounds older than him howl in front of him, Yang Qi couldn't stand it.

He frowned wryly and said, "Tell me first..."

Zhe Yuqing choked up and said: "You don't know, Zhe Weizheng is that boy, he has a dark heart. When I was in Fuzhou, I took care of him in every possible way and loved him very much. He is not my own son, but I treat him Such as parent-child.

But since he was canonized as the crown prince, under the instigation of those civil officials, his heart has turned dark.

Seeing that your uncle is getting old, he thinks that my brother-in-law is a threat to his ascension to the throne, so he blackmailed me.

Sixteen killers were dispatched back and forth, each of them came for my life.

The most dangerous time, my old life almost died. "

While crying, Zhe Yuqing lifted up his sleeve, revealing a hideous scar on it, which was purple-black and dripping with pus.

Zhe Yuqing pointed to the scar and cried: "This is what your uncle and I were assassinated on the way to Yanjing City. If my guards hadn't worked so hard, I'm afraid I would have given up my life.

That kid was so vicious that he even used poison. "

Yang Qi was also taken aback by the scar on Zhe Yuqing's arm. The incision was deep and obviously covered with poison. He could clearly smell the stench from the wound.

"This is a deadly method, how cruel?!"

Yang Qi screamed, and shouted: "Chen Lin, hurry up, send the imperial doctor, come and help my uncle with diagnosis and treatment."

Looking at the scar on Zhe Yuqing's hand and the poisoning situation, if he doesn't remove the poison, I'm afraid this arm will be useless.

Zhe Yuqing said with a bitter face: "Qilang, you must agree to save Uncle, if you don't save Uncle, Uncle's arm will be useless, whether it can be healed or not."

Yang Qi frowned into a Sichuan character.

"Uncle, as far as I know, brother Weizheng is a taciturn and upright person. How could he do such a cruel thing?"

Zhe Yuqing's eyes widened immediately, and he wailed, "Do you think that I, as an uncle, deliberately play tricks and frame him?"

Yang Qi waved his hand awkwardly, "That's...that's not..."

"You say that kid is taciturn and upright. That's all in the past. That kid pretended to be good. Now that he has become a prince, under the instigation of those civil servants, his nature is fully exposed. Uncle's wound is the best proof."

"Um... If that's the case, then I will naturally not refuse to save you. With my nephew's current strength, I will protect you and stay in the country of Yan. No matter how fierce he is, I will not dare to stab him in front of my nephew."

"Nephew! You are a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering."

"Eh... I don't believe in Buddhism, and neither do the people of my country of Yan."

"..."

Having received the promise of Yang Qi's protection, Zhe Yuqing stopped crying, and her expression eased a lot.

Under Yang Qi's call, Fa Hai's imperial doctor came late.

"See Your Majesty..."

"Don't talk about those vulgar etiquette, just look at my uncle's wound."

After Fa Hai bowed his hands and saluted, he asked Zhe Yuqing to lift up his sleeves, and after looking at the purple and green wound, he took a deep breath.

"What a vicious poison..."

The corner of Zhe Yuqing's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.

Yang Qi frowned and asked, "Did you get medical treatment?"

Fa Hai nodded, and said solemnly: "I can be cured, but I have to goug out a large piece of flesh from my arm."

"Then let's do it."

With Yang Qi's consent, Fa Hai used two silver needles to seal off the pain and blood vessels in Zhe Yuqing's arm, and began to cut out the flesh with a knife.

Fahai gouged out more than three taels of flesh from Zhe Yuqing's arm before removing the poison from his arm.

Then, after sprinkling a layer of powder to stop bleeding and promote muscle growth, the wound was filled with herbs, and the wound was wrapped with gauze.

After handling it properly, Fa Hai bowed and left the Imperial Study Room.

Although Fa Hai used silver needles to seal Zhe Yuqing's pain, cold sweat still broke out on his painful forehead.

As he gouged out the flesh, blood stained the carpet beneath his feet.

Looking at the deep wound and Yin Hong's blood, Yang Qi didn't have any doubts about his words.

Zhe Yuqing's face was pale, his mouth was trembling, and he said weakly: "Qilang, uncle thought about it just now, I'm afraid it's not right for you to protect me alone. Uncle is in Dajin, and there are tens of thousands of confidant brothers.

If uncle left, they would not have a good time staying in Dajin.

If they are murdered to death by your elder brother, uncle will feel uneasy. "

(End of this chapter)