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Chapter 427: The Wind Blows the Mountain Corner, Dark and Bright

Beside the old eunuch's body, the soldiers led by the Eastern Palace Guards stared in silence, their eyes full of admiration.

They may not know this elderly man, but they know that he is a respectable person.

"Eunuch Xue is very kind to me." Fang Weihan said in a low voice.

"Before the Eastern Palace Guards were formed, when Your Majesty and I were suspicious of each other, Eunuch Xue had been trying to ease the relationship between us. He took good care of me and was especially attentive to me."

He stopped talking.

The wind from the outskirts of Luojing blew quietly across the Bai Ze flag above the camp, and the sky-blue clouds hung very low.

"Bury him properly and don't let me be considered a heartless and ungrateful person." Fang Weihan said.

"Yes."

The messenger who was not from the East Palace Guards came running over, clasped his fists and said respectfully:
"General Fang, His Royal Highness the King of Qin has summoned you to the central military tent for a meeting."

"understood."

Fang Weihan set off for the central military camp.

He is now at the main camp of the allied forces that responded to the court's call and gathered from all over the world to fight against the alien races.

The composition of these troops in the Luojing camp is quite complex. There are Changming's direct troops like the Donggong Guards, private armies of local aristocratic families, and even some volunteer militias spontaneously organized by some local nobles.

Now the power of the foreign races is unstoppable, and the people north of the Yangtze River are in turmoil. The emperor has just passed away, and the court is completely unable to control these troops, so they can only let them grow wildly like weeds.

These people needed a common rebel leader, and obviously the royal family members who had always served as the mascot of the Great Zhou were the best choice.

The candidate they nominated was King Qin Fang Ying, Fang Zun's eldest son.

But in fact, any discerning person can see that no matter in terms of fame, prestige or ability, King Guangling Fang Weihan is far superior to the so-called King of Qin.

Even so, everyone tacitly agreed not to nominate Fang Weihan, for no other reason than fear.

Now that the emperor had just died, everyone had to reconsider their stance. Before they decided on their stance, they needed a puppet that was easy to control, rather than a powerful general with tens of thousands of loyal soldiers under his command.

Fang Weihan walked into the central military tent and found that most of the people present were wearing white mourning clothes.

He saw several familiar faces in the crowd.

People like Wang Zhiyou, Shen Yuanxing, and Gu Cu of the Wuxing Gu family were all representatives of powerful families from all over the country. They responded to the call of the court and rushed to Luoyang with their family private armies.

The patriarchs of the Wang family of Langya and the Shen family of Wuxing died in the Battle of Pingqiu. Wang Zhiyou and Shen Yuanxing were both wearing mourning clothes.

Seeing Fang Weihan coming over, Shen Yuanxing approached and exchanged a few words with him, his mood was obviously very low. And Wang Zhiyou just nodded at him from a distance, without even saying hello.

Fang Weihan knew why their attitude changed.

Fang Zun and the two family heads died in Pingqiu, and almost all of the six-turn offerings were lost, which severely damaged the Wang family of Langya and the Shen family of Wuxing. The strength of the two families was originally ranked at the bottom of the eight families, and now after this incident, the gap with the previous families has widened.

The story behind this incident is so bizarre that it is hard not to make people think of something. For example, could it be that Emperor Fang Zun is deliberately reducing the power of the Langya and Wuxing families?

It didn’t matter what Fang Zun was thinking at the time, Fang Weihan didn’t intend to make any explanation about it.

"Ninth Brother!" The enthusiastic greeting came from King Qin Fangying.

The legitimate son of Fang Zun, the prince who was once most favored to become the crown prince, now had a rosy face, which could not be concealed even by the pale mourning clothes he was wearing.

After a Changming Princess Fang Tang suddenly appeared out of nowhere and seized the throne, Fang Ying became depressed and simply left Changming. But he didn't expect that only a few months later, the situation in the empire would change suddenly.

His father, Emperor Fangzun of Zhou, was dead!
Fang Ying was elected as the leader of the allied forces by everyone and was named the Grand Marshal of the Army. This made him feel a little proud, and his heart, which had originally accepted its fate, was rekindled again.

He knew clearly that these people from aristocratic families and warlords nominated him only because of his reputation. He could not command them and was truly a commander without troops.

But... so what?

Think about it, a thousand years ago, didn't the great ancestor Fang Qianyi also rely on the power of the aristocratic family to rise to power? What's wrong with him borrowing power now? As long as he can ascend to the throne, won't the Great Zhou still belong to their Fang family?
The last obstacle standing in Fang Ying's way was Princess Changming who appeared out of nowhere in Changming City.

He was originally worrying about how to get rid of her quietly, and even considered sending someone to assassinate her.

But now... there is no need to go through so much trouble.

Thinking of the message he had just received, Fang Ying's smile became even more complacent.

Fang Ying's eyes swept over his nominal cousin in front of him, and his smile disappeared.

Although Fang Weihan and Fang Tang have a bad relationship, it seems that this ninth brother of his... is Fang Tang's East Palace Guard Commander?

Fang Ying had always been somewhat wary and even jealous of Fang Weihan. He was relieved when he was sure that Fang Weihan did not have the dragon blood concentration to compete for the throne.

"Ninth brother, it's only been half a month since our father passed away. Why aren't you wearing mourning clothes?" Fang Ying tried hard to squeeze out a few tears and accused him with a look of disappointment, acting like a filial son and grandson.

"The military situation is urgent and I haven't had time to change clothes. I hope Your Highness the Prince of Qin can forgive me." Fang Weihan said indifferently.

The relationship between the King of Qin and the King of Jin was neither good nor bad. After all, the three of them were of the same clan and had very close blood relations, so it was inevitable that they would interact with each other.

Fang Weihan had nothing to say about these two brothers. Quoting Xie Lingwan's evaluation of them: "The two kings of Qin and Jin have some cleverness, but it's really not much. They can only be guard dogs, and a few bones are enough for them - but they can never be dragons that rule over all nations. After all... even if you put a dragon skin on a dog, it's still just a dog."

Let’s look at Wanwan’s evaluation of Fang Tang: “The headstrong young dragon does have some courage.”

Wanwan basically doesn't praise others, so her evaluation of Fang Tang is already quite good.

Young dragons are also dragons. Comparing Fang Tang with them can only be considered as an injustice to her.

"Forget it this time, but ninth brother, you must change into it immediately after today, don't be impolite." Fang Ying patted his shoulder and said in a caring manner, "Now that our father is gone, we brothers will have to support each other in the future!"

He shed a few more symbolic tears.

Fang Weihan nodded in agreement, and Fang Ying turned around and started chatting and laughing with the others, without any trace of the sadness he had just shown.

Chen Yuxian walked up to him and cursed in a low voice:

"This Fang Ying is so damn filial, he really opened my eyes..."

"Be careful what you say." Fang Weihan glanced at him.

"It's okay. My cultivation has already recovered to the sixth level. I will defeat the disaster wherever it comes from." Chen Yuxian was very confident.

Fang Weihan stood in the central military tent, feeling that he was out of tune with everyone around him. He simply closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap, quietly waiting for the meeting to begin.

After about an incense stick of time, Fang Weihan heard Fang Ying's voice:

"Everyone please be quiet."

Fang Ying stood on the stage with a sad look in his eyes.

"My father has passed away, and the situation in the Great Zhou is critical. I am very relieved that you are able to come to my aid in this time of crisis!"

"You are all loyal ministers of my Great Zhou. Now I have received an urgent message from Yongzhou. I hope you will work with me to make a decision."

Fang Ying pulled out a piece of letter paper from his sleeve and said:

"I believe many of you have already heard the news. The foreign army arrived at Youfengyi, the heart of Yongzhou, two days ago. It is only a few days away from Changming City."

"This is the latest news from Changming. There has been no further news since then... We can be sure with a high probability that Changming City is now surrounded by foreign armies!"

Inside the central army tent, the leaders of the various rebel armies had different expressions. Some of them had just learned about this matter, and were shocked and were quickly responding. However, many others had learned about the siege of Changming from their own sources in advance, and after weighing the pros and cons, they had made their own decisions.

"Now, there is a problem that I can't make up my mind about." Fang Ying said.

"Should we rescue Chang Ming?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man stood out from inside the tent, looking excited:
"Your Highness, Prince Qin, I believe that Changming City must be saved!"

"Oh? But is it Lord Zhao Ying, the prefect of Chenliu County? Please tell me, what are the reasons for rescuing Chang Ming?" Fang Ying said with a smile.

"There are many reasons!" Zhao Ying said righteously.

"First, Changming is the capital of our Great Zhou. The current crown prince, Princess Changming, is also in the city. This city must not be lost, otherwise our Great Zhou will be in jeopardy."

"Secondly, there are still 50,000 defenders in Changming City, all of whom are elite imperial guards, and their combat effectiveness is guaranteed. On the other hand, although the foreign race claims to have a population of 100,000, most of them are servants of the Western Regions, and their combat effectiveness is definitely vulnerable! If we can help, we can work together inside and outside to solve Changming's crisis."

"Third, Changming City is strong and well-stocked, and it is also protected by the Qiantian Tongming Formation. The foreign races will not be able to break through in a short period of time! When the enemy army is exhausted after a long period of attack, it is the time for us to provide assistance."

Zhao Ying's words were convincing and some people nodded silently, and some people whispered. But soon, another voice of opposition was heard.

"Mr. Zhao's words make sense, but they are not comprehensive! I have a different opinion."

The speaker is Zheng Chongping, the patriarch of the Zheng family in Xingyang.

There were a total of more than 100,000 rebel troops gathered in Luojing this time. Due to their proximity, Zheng of Xingyang brought more than 10,000 people, which was a very important force in the rebel army.

Zheng Chongping's status was much higher than Zhao Ying's. When they heard him speak, everyone present fell silent.

"First, let's talk about the second thing Lord Zhao just said... The foreign tribe that came thousands of miles to attack Changming this time was the Yuwen tribe among the five tribes. The Yuwen tribe is very powerful. Our army has traveled a long distance and is exhausted. We are definitely no match for them. And the army lacks horses, so we have no way to deal with the harassment of the foreign cavalry."

"Even though we have more than 100,000 people, what if this is a trap set by the alien race?" Zheng Chongping said calmly, "They will besiege Changming, lure us in to rescue them, and then annihilate the last remaining living forces of the Great Zhou in Jiangbei."

"If that's the case, then wouldn't it be their trick for us to rescue Chang Ming?"

"What Patriarch Zheng said makes sense." Everyone nodded silently. This could indeed be a trap.

Besides, no one is willing to fight a foreign race in the field. The fate of the Beiya Imperial Guards is clear, and this is a completely suicidal job.

"As for the third point, the Qiantian Tongming Formation can indeed stop the alien race in a short period of time. But you have to know that the consumption of spirit stones of this ninth-level formation is as huge as that of a gluttonous beast. With Changming's reserve of spirit stones, this formation can only be activated for half a month at most."

"In half a month, who among you has the confidence to defeat the alien race?"

There was another silence in the central military tent, and then there were bursts of voices of approval.

Different from Zhao Ying's righteousness, Zheng Chongping considered things completely from a personal perspective, and his words completely touched everyone's hearts.

After all, they are just gamblers who responded to the court's call with their private armies. They just want to take advantage of the chaos to make a fortune and gain the greatest benefits, but there is no need to risk their lives.

There are now a hundred thousand alien troops in the Minghe Valley, which is almost like a murderous hell, and no one is willing to die.

"As for the first point... that's even more ridiculous." Zheng Chongping paused and said, "When the country is in danger, there is no ancestral law that cannot be changed."

"If Changming is gone, we can move the capital to Luojing. If Luojing is gone, we still have Pengcheng, Jinling, and Chengdu!"

"And if we talk about blood relationship...it doesn't necessarily have to be Princess Changming!"

He bowed to Fang Ying who was pretending to be calm.

Zheng Chongping didn't say everything, but it was already the same as saying it explicitly.

"Master Zheng, please don't mention this again!"

Although he was ecstatic in his heart, Fang Ying still pretended to be extremely angry and fearful.

"Princess Changming's position as the crown prince was decided by my father. I will definitely fully support his decision!"

"Yes." Zheng Chongping bowed and apologized.

At this point, everyone present could no longer fail to see what Zheng Chongping was planning.

The Zheng family of Xingyang used to be staunch supporters of the King of Qin. Now that Fang Tang was in trouble, he placed all his hopes on the King of Qin.

People didn't want to be controlled by him, but they were even more unwilling to go to Changming to die.

"I agree with what Master Zheng said."

"I agree too."

One by one, the generals who commanded their own troops expressed their opinions.

When it was Wang Zhiyou's turn, he was silent for a moment and looked at Fang Weihan.

Fang Weihan and Wang Zhiyou looked at each other calmly, and saw hesitation and indecision in his eyes.

Fang Zun's actions made the young man who took over the power of the Langya Wang family somewhat shaken.

Shen Yuanxing took a step forward and touched his arm with his elbow.

Wang Zhiyou turned his head and found that Shen Yuanxing shook his head slightly at him.

Finally, Wang Zhiyou said in a deep voice: "My Langya Wang clan does not have enough troops to support your determination."

Fang Ying's face darkened.

Wang Zhiyou's words seemed to be unhelpful, but saying that it was disappointing at this juncture was actually leaning towards the opposite side of him.

But what he said was true. The Wang family suffered heavy casualties in the Battle of Pingqiu, and he really could not ask them for any more help.

Shen Yuanxing then stated: "The Wuxing Shen family and the Langya Wang family will advance and retreat together."

Among the eight families in Luojing, only the Wang and Shen families came. They all remained neutral. Fang Ying looked a little ugly.

However, the strength of the two families has been greatly damaged and they are now weak, which does not have any impact on the overall situation.

Soon, except for the Wang and Shen families, everyone else chose to defend Luojing and wait for an opportunity to retreat to the southeast.

Fang Ying thought that the situation was settled and couldn't help but smile.

Just when he was feeling proud, he discovered that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the tent.

After expressing their opinions, everyone did not speak, but looked in the same direction at the same time.

There stood a young man, wearing off-white light armor, a white cloak on his back, and a mysterious long sword at his waist.

From the beginning to the end of this farce, he said nothing, like a passerby watching coldly.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Ying took a deep breath and asked loudly, "Your Highness Prince Guangling, what is your decision?"

Fang Weihan raised his head, and his sharp eyes like a falcon slowly swept across the entire audience.

He looked at Wang Zhiyou, Wang Zhiyou's eyes moved slightly, and then he lowered his head and didn't look at him.

He looked at Shen Yuanxing, who closed his eyes and smiled at him gently.

He looked at Zheng Chongping, who felt a chill on the back of his neck. He was terrified and did not dare to look him in the eye.

Finally, Fang Weihan looked at Fang Ying.

His Royal Highness the King of Qin felt numb all over when he was stared at, and he could not resist his enormous power at all. In his feeling, the person staring at him was not his blood brother at all, but a ferocious and bloodthirsty tiger.

The central military tent was completely silent.

There were dozens of people in gorgeous clothes, but no one dared to look him in the eye.

"Qiang!"

The Zhaoyuan sword was unsheathed, like the bright and cold morning sun after being wiped.

Seeing him walking towards him, Fang Ying's heart began to panic, and fear surged like a tide.

"Fang... Fang Weihan, what do you want to do?!" he roared in a timid manner.

Fang Weihan glanced at Fang Ying indifferently, walked past him and headed straight for the main entrance of the tent.

He stopped.

Zhao Yuan fell, and the sword blade cut through the ground, leaving a gully burning with blood and flames on the ground outside the main gate.

Fang Weihan took one last look at them, seeming to be disdainful and disappointed.

Everyone was shocked.

The curtain of the central army tent was lifted, and the early spring sunshine poured in, illuminating the gray and white armor of the East Palace guards.

They heard the young prince who carried countless legends say coldly:
"You all go ahead, I will go west."

Chen Yu first opened the curtain for him, and Fang Weihan strode out of the tent, leaving Fang Ying with a livid face.

Everyone looked at each other in silence.

Under the sunlight, they saw the feather-like Bai Ze guards standing in two rows beside Fang Weihan, as if welcoming their king.

(End of this chapter)