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Chapter 575
"The guilty minister is ashamed of the king!"

A month later, Zhou Yu was transferred back to Chang'an.

With a haggard appearance, a thin face, and ragged clothes, it is hard to believe that this is the governor of Qin.

Zhou Yu knelt in front of Yang Zheng, not even daring to lift his head.

A person's chances are only once or twice in a lifetime.

Most of them are just illusions and traps, so there are very few people who can discern the situation calmly.

Yang Zheng felt sad and angry at the same time.

Zhou Yu's defeat was undoubtedly a slap in the face for himself and Qin.

Just after the first month of my mother's founding of the country, you go out and fall into a big somersault, forget about the government soldiers, you can't keep it, but more than 1 relatives came back and only 3000 people, Yang Zheng feels distressed when he thinks about it...

The center has a total of only [-] pro-army troops, and one-sixth of them was lost in one fell swoop.

As soon as Liu Bei became the king of Hanzhong, Guan Yu was defeated and fled Maicheng.

But before Guan Yu's defeat, at least Megatron Huaxia, Cao Cao mobilized all the forces of the Wei State, and with the backstab of Soochow, Guan Yu was suppressed.

Zhou Yu's defeat was truly appalling.

It was a huge blow to the morale of the Qin army, and it was also a stain on the Qin army.

All the generals in the palace remained silent, their faces gloomy.

Civil servants also kept silent.

Even if Yang Zheng was prepared, he couldn't say it.

In fact, the executive station has already made a decision to kill one to make an example to others.

But Yang Zheng still couldn't pass his level.

Back then in Luogu, there was a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​blood. Everyone fought together. There were not many old brothers alive. Even if they survived, most of them retired and enjoyed their old age.

Yang Zheng coughed, "Come here, take him into custody first."

No one pleaded for him, so that's all.

Zhou Yu put his head on the ground and was taken down by two soldiers without saying a word.

Yang Zheng felt even more depressed.

I didn't have much time to discuss matters, so it ended early.

Wei Guan left and returned as expected.

Standing beside Yang Zheng, he didn't say a word.

Yang Zheng was a little irritable, "Boyu can speak freely."

Wei Guan shook his head, "I have nothing to say."

Yang Zheng felt strange, "Didn't you say that the army is also imminent?"

Wei Guan smiled without saying a word.

"In a word, how will Zhou Yu deal with it!" Yang Zheng asked.

In fact, the answer already exists.

All official documents, large and small, had to pass before his eyes, and the decision to have Zhou Yu brought to justice was precisely his decision.

"If the king wants to make him live, he will live, and if he wants to make him die, he will die. The state affairs are all in the king's mind!" Wei Guan said meaningfully.

Without killing Zhou Yu and purging the entire army, there is no way to talk about it.

Wei Guan said that one hides nine.

But this kind of thing is really not easy to talk about, and it is easy to offend people.

Zhou Yu is the head of the Yuan Cong Department, Zhang Te is a low-key person, but Zhou Yu has gathered a lot of people in recent years.

"Your Majesty, leave." Wei Guan said something, but it seemed like he didn't say anything.

Hanging Yang Zheng in mid-air is really uncomfortable.

Feeling depressed, she took Pang Qing, Liu Heng, and Zhao Aqi out for a walk.

"If Your Majesty really doesn't want to deal with Zhou Dudu, then he won't deal with it. Who dares to say more?" Liu Heng held back his words a long time ago.

Yang Zheng glared at him, it would be great if things were really that simple.

Yang Zheng most wanted to hear Pang Qing's opinion.

But Pang Qing didn't say a word.

Sometimes silence is already an expression of attitude.

After walking for a while, I suddenly heard someone crying, "My son, you are good to go... Mo Nian at home..."

"Ah Weng, the child has grown up, and in another year, he will be able to join the army to kill the enemy and avenge his revenge..."

The voice was miserable and mournful.

Yang Zheng suddenly remembered that today is the Hungry Ghost Festival, which is July and a half in later generations.

It has existed since the pre-Qin period, offering sacrifices to ancestors, releasing river lanterns, and offering sacrifices to dead souls. Taoism flourished at the end of the Han Dynasty, and Zhanglu Wudou rice religion was integrated into Cao Wei.

Others would just take these voices as deaf ears, but in Yang Zheng's position today, when he heard these wailing voices, it was as if sons were begging him for a father, old parents were begging him for sons, wives were begging him. Ask yourself for a husband...

The family members of the pro-military were sent to Chang'an first, and the journey was very convenient, but they rushed to Chang'an happily, but they heard the sad news of their death in battle.

Groups of dark fires ignited on the long street, and the slanting wind blew in, and the flames flickered out.

It seems that the spirits who died in battle have come back to reunite with their families.

Soldiers are not cold numbers, they have parents, wives and children.

At this moment, a chariot came quickly. There were two teenagers in the chariot, dressed in brocade clothes, and the chariot was extremely gorgeous. The reins were shiny, either gold or copper, and they shouted along the street, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" open!"

Yang Zheng went out in a low suit, and almost couldn't dodge it. Fortunately, he didn't lose all his skills and was able to dodge.

But the people burning moxa on the street were not so lucky, and several people were knocked down one after another.

The young man whipped at will, "How dare a lowly slave stand in the way!"

The family members of the pro-military were crying and howling.

The two teenagers walked away without looking back.

Yang Zheng's lips trembled in anger. In just a few years, there are evil young men in the capital who are domineering?

"Whose son is this?"

Zhao Aqi hurriedly ordered the Jin Yiwei beside him to spend a cup of tea, and the Jin Yiwei rushed over, "Report to Your Majesty, he is the second son of Zhou Dudu, hurry to the Wei Lingjun's residence to intercede!"

Jin Yiwei is a good player, the cause and effect can be found out in a blink of an eye.

"So that's it!" Yang Zheng looked at the starry night sky.

Gusts of evening wind blew, chilling Yang Zheng's whole body. At this moment, he suddenly understood the desolation and helplessness of Zhuge Wuhou beheading Ma Su with tears.

Some people have changed long ago, they just don't know it.

"Go see Zhongming." Yang Zheng said in a waned mood.

In the prison, Zhou Yu was kneeling on the dry grass with disheveled hair. On the low table were chickens, ducks, fish and sheep, and a bottle of Putao wine.

Ordinary people can't afford these things.

"Your Majesty!" Seeing Yang Zheng, Zhou Yu's eyes brightened.

Yang Zheng forced a smile, "Zhong Ming is having a good life!"

Zhou Yu looked ashamed, and then smiled distraughtly, "The five sons of the family insisted on sending them here."

"It's not easy for the few of your family to run around for you." Yang Zheng still smiled.

If it was an ordinary defeat, at most it would be a relegation or an award, but what happened to Zhou Yu was too bad. He disobeyed orders and made his own way to attack the enemy's important town. The key was a disastrous defeat. Tens of thousands of troops fell apart...

To enjoy rights comes consequences.

Generals from all over the world are watching Yang Zheng make a decision...

"General..." Zhou Yu habitually called back the previous address.

"Tonight, there are no generals or King Qin, only brothers! If you are a brother, you should drink freely!" Yang Zheng poured a cup of Putao wine for himself, and poured a cup for Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu seemed to know something, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded, "What the general said is, drink as much as you want!"

The two had a drink.

"For so many years, I, Yang Zheng, haven't treated you badly, have I?"

"It's natural. If there were no generals, Yu would have died in the siege of Luogu!" Zhou Yu simply drank the Pu Tao wine in one gulp, grabbed the chicken and chewed it, "I have earned it so long!" !"

Tears flashed in Yang Zheng's eyes, but he held back.

"But I only have one request."

"Say!"

"The king is a hero in the world. Yu doesn't want to die by the hands of ordinary swordsmen, but by the sword of the king!" Zhou Yu put down the chicken and wine cup, his eyes shined like a wild wolf in the wasteland.

"Okay, you are indeed my Yang Zheng's subordinate!"

"In the next life, I would like to follow the king to conquer the world!"

(End of this chapter)