The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 167 The Sword of Broken Dreams
The tent was damp and cold, and the cold wind squeezed in, blowing on the old man's face. A few snowflakes hung on his beard and hair, stroking slightly with the wind. Huang Chao looked at the curtain in a daze, and the figure of the man who appeared in his mind often smiled. Looking back, what was contained in those eyes was extremely cold.

In the darkness, the old man heard footsteps, the curtain was lifted, and Huang Ye, one of his nephews, came in. The rest of his nephews and generals are not around now. During the battle of Chenzhou, he fled in a panic. , The whereabouts of the generals under his command have long been unknown, and right now, he dare not even light a bonfire, for fear of being discovered by the scouts who are chasing after the Jiedu envoys from various towns.

"Ye'er, what's going on outside?" Huang Chao said in a hoarse voice. The man who came in shook his head. He was full of blood in the cold weather, exuding a smell of rust. He still said: "Your Majesty, what should we do next? I really can't figure it out. A few months ago, I worked together to resettle the refugees and streamline the army. Now it has become like this. Please forgive me. confused."

"What's there to say? It's as simple as being calculated by others." Under the quilt, the old man hugged the quilt and let out a breath of white air. Thinking of Geng Qing's series of actions, there are many things that he hasn't figured out at this moment: "Zhen, there are also I haven't thought about the place thoroughly, let's go down first, leave early tomorrow morning, and then plan another plan after the rout is gathered, don't worry, how can I be defeated like this, and never recover from a setback?"

The old man waved his hand with a smile, no matter what he couldn't show a discouraged look, otherwise it would be difficult for the generals below to lead.

"Yes."

Huang Ye clasped his fists and turned to leave, walked out of the side of the curtain, a slender figure silhouetted in the darkness, waited for the other party to walk away, dodged to the side of the guard of the tent, stretched out his hand and grabbed the guard's neck.

click!
The soft sound of broken bones came into the tent crisply. The old man who was resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. The curtain on the opposite side was suddenly lifted, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit his face. After a while, the curtain fell, The wind and snow broke, and in the darkness inside the tent, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, like a human body.

"Your Majesty is going to bed, why is there no one to serve you?"

A nightmare-like voice rang in the old man's ears, and that unbearable memory flooded back like a tidal wave. Huang Chao's eyes widened in horror. A few steps away from the curtain, a slender figure stood there, staring at him. The eyes are like wolves, especially bright in the dark.

"You are the eunuch under Geng Qing—"

The old man stood up against the quilt and yelled loudly. He had been in contact with the eunuch for the longest time, and his memory was exceptionally clear. Even if he couldn't see his face right now, he would remember that voice no matter when and where. Shang asked his troops to search around for a few times, but he was still not found. How did he know that this person was hiding here.

wrong.

Huang Chao thought of something, and his eyes narrowed: "You have always been in our army, but Geng Qing has already planned for my defeat?"

"Your Majesty thinks too much."

The dark silhouette moved, as if walking slowly, took out something from the sleeve, and held it in his hand.

"... Before, our family asked Mr. Geng Lang, and he said that there is no need to be so complicated. It is better to control the present and arrange a retreat for everyone, just let you follow the road. Well, as for what happens on the way, we have the final say."

The cold tone made the old man's eyelids twitch, his restless heart immediately pulled up, and he took two steps back.

"I am the Son of Heaven of the Qi Kingdom. Even if the army is defeated and captured, the emperor of the Li family will personally intervene. How can I let you do it!"

'Hush! '

Jiuyu raised his index finger between his lips, held the dagger in one hand, and walked over with a smile.

"Whoever our family kills can be discussed, but you can't. Aye is still in the underworld, waiting for you to go down."

Outside the tent, the sky was full of wind and snow. Huang Ye, who walked among the crowd, watched the trembling soldiers clenched their fists. Now that it has reached this point, can they return to the aura of the rebels looking down on the world?

Presumably not anymore.

He sighed, he had some thoughts in his mind, he still wanted to tell His Majesty after all, stopped, turned around, and walked back to the tent, but there was only a faint voice coming out.

"What are you doing?" "Don't come here!"

"What's in your hand, it's so cold!"

It was piercingly cold to the neck, Huang Chao chattered and wanted to struggle to escape, threw off the bedding and threw it on the opponent, but was still pulled back, his back was pressed against the opponent's chest, and the cold dagger was pressed against him. Neck and neck, the old man moved his lips quickly to speak, flustered for a while, not knowing what to say, and the voice that came out was "Ahhh."

"Shut up!"

The moment the cold voice sounded softly, Jiuyu clenched the dagger tightly, pressed the old man's neck and pulled it out suddenly. In the darkness, liquid sprayed out. The old man opened his eyes wide, his arms twitched, and instinctively went to cover his neck. However, the dagger cut deeply into the neck, and in the flowing blood plasma, it forcibly severed the neck bone.

"Your Majesty, what is this?!"

The curtain on the opposite side was lifted, and Huang Ye, who yelled, strode in. Warm liquid splashed on his face and wiped his palms, and a stream of blood rushed into his nostrils.

"Your Majesty." Realizing that it was not good, Huang Ye pulled out the steel knife at his waist and looked at the dark silhouette on the opposite side, his blood rushed to the top of his head, aroused with unprecedented ferocity, and rushed over with the knife!

There were a few bangs, and in the silent snowy forest, the soldiers gathered together to keep warm and raised their heads weakly, then lowered their heads and closed their eyes to rest.

The curtain was lifted, Jiuyu stepped out briskly with two heads in hand, looked around, and quickly left the forest, in the wilderness snow, stepping on the "squeak" sound, against the heavy snow, leaving a long series of footprints Extended to Chang'an.

The snow wind is long, and as the long night passes, it covers the footprints of people walking. In the early morning of the next day, the sun without temperature rises above the clouds, and the soldiers who have not yet frozen to death opened the tent. Two headless corpses lay in the tent, already stiff , Soon, the news spread to the team, and the remaining hundreds of people were surprisingly silent.

It was a hopeless depression.

Someone stood up, dropped the weapon and walked out of the woods; someone whispered something to each other, and looked at the tent again.

There were also people who pulled up teams, summoned friends, took weapons to find other generals, and prepared to bring the news here, but no matter what, it made people feel desperate.

On the eighth day of December, Huang Chao and his nephew Huang Ye were stabbed to death, and their heads were missing. This amazing news spread. On the same day, Shang Rang's soldiers and horses who were rushing to Bianzhou encountered a blizzard, and more than half of them died of freezing and starvation. He surrendered Shi Pu, the Jiedu envoy of the Probation Army, and Li Xun, the lieutenant general who was cut off, surrendered to Zhu Wen who was chasing him.

On December and November, Meng Juehai, who was rushing to Bianzhou in the heavy snow, was overtaken by Li Keyong's adopted son Li Cunxiao and his cavalry led them to fight in Xiaqiu area. The crowd scattered.

The death of Huang Chao, the surrender of the generals under his command, the death of the dead, the lucky survivors are just the dogs of the bereaved family, which has nothing to do with the overall situation. The news was spread in different ways by the Jiedu envoys of the towns, and at the same time they wrote their own The battle report was sent to Shu by fast horse.

The road in central Sichuan is difficult, and on the rugged mountain road, long teams spread across the plank road, and the snow reflects a dazzling white light in the sun.

It was January, and Li Xuan, who was sitting in the carriage with a small stove to keep warm, looked at the battle reports handed in his hand, and the smile on his face did not stop for two hours.

The resentment and lost dignity of the past two years finally came back at this moment. The only fly in the ointment was that the thief's head was not left behind.

"Forget it, it's not important, anyway, the thieves are defeated by my hands!"

There was a little pride in his words, and it became a bit pleasing to watch the snow covered mountains stretching out of the car window.

In January, across the north and south, the rebel army and the state of Qi, the capital of Chang'an, collapsed suddenly. The emperor Huang Chao was defeated and died. The news had already spread to half the world. Applause, but without exception, after Huang Chao's death, his usual arrogance has subsided a lot.

In a corner of Chenzhou, the surviving Huang Hao gathered a group of thieves and bowed in the direction of Huang Chao's death. Taking advantage of this cold winter, he left quietly. He believed that he would call back soon.

Weisheng’s rebel army for many years finally disintegrated. For many people, it was like a dream. After receiving the news, the chopsticks in his hand were hanging on the plate and stopped.

"The Yellow King is dead."

Tang Baoer's eyes were filled with astonishment. She slowly looked at Chen Shuba who was nodding, and the chopsticks fell on the table with a thud. Those who can't do it will overthrow the rebel army that runs across the world.

She and her eighth uncle came out from Chang'an all the way back then, traveled all over the rivers and lakes to improve their martial arts skills, and made friends with many masters in the rivers and lakes, and later heard that the man had already sat on the left prime minister of the Qi Kingdom.

I thought it was the end, but how could I know that the other party's vision has been set on the whole world, and she is still playing around in the rivers and lakes.

Perhaps, he didn't kill him. Definitely not. How could a weakling with no power to restrain himself do it? No matter how smart he is, the rebel army is a piece of iron, so how could he give him a chance.

I must have thought too much, yes, I must have thought too much.

She looked at the noisy long street outside, thinking silently, surrounded by business travellers, and Jianghu people with knives on their backs drinking and joking, most of them were about the defeat of the rebel army.

Washington State.

A man in a coir raincoat and holding a long lance in his arms, wearing a bamboo hat, huddled under a tree outside a foot rest shop by the official road, his body covered with snow.

The news of Huang Chao's death came from the merchants in the store. The snow-covered man stood up and stood outside the store like an iron tower. His teeth were grinding sharply. Deng Tianwang went in and lifted the nearest person. After confirming the news, with a roar of "Ah--", he rushed outside and smashed his fist on the tree.

The thick tree swayed, and the snow fell on his head and shoulders. For a while, he stood there blankly, looking at the broken bark, his lips trembling slightly, and the unpleasant voice was forced out of his throat.

"Yellow King."

He and the old man can be said to be brothers and sisters. He was released by Li Cunxiao that day, and he felt that he had lost face as a brother and was embarrassed to go back. However, there is no such opportunity now.

The news is still spreading. In Chang'an, all the streets and alleys have already boiled. The families who have been harmed and those who are still alive knelt in front of the spirit tablets of their relatives, burned yellow paper, wailed loudly, and more people beat gongs and drums , throwing firecrackers, pulling relatives and friends to drink, loudly saying the news of the yellow thief's death.

Wing On Square.

The tall and mighty Dou Wei ran across the street excitedly with the news, dragged Dachun together, pushed open the door and rushed into the courtyard, and told the young man reading under the tree the good news he had just received.

The snow slid down the stone table, and Geng Qing, who was wrapped in a thick body, sat on the stone bench and just smiled after listening to it. He raised his eyes and pointed to a slender figure under the eaves of the attic, drinking hot soup with his orchid fingers up. , On the small table next to it, there were two square wooden boxes.

Dou Wei and Dachun, who were joking and talking, quickly shut their mouths, changed their expressions to seriousness tacitly, coughed dryly, turned and walked away.

(End of this chapter)