From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 63: Confucian Abandoned Disciple Jiao Cheng; Returning to the Court (Please Read~~)

"Fuck it!"

Wu Fengdeng became furious when he heard this and started swearing.

A tyrant! A complete tyrant!

"No wonder the Wei Kingdom lost territory again and again in history. With such a cowardly bloodline, the country deserves to be destroyed!"

He didn't care how Bao'er next to him reacted, he couldn't hold his anger anyway.

The key is really annoying!
The State of Wei can fight when they want to, and can make peace when they want to, so why are you their grandson?
If the vanguard army had not captured Chuqiu City on the western front, forcing the Wei army to focus on two things, the Wei State would have been conquered and destroyed at Diqiu long ago.

Now there is finally hope for a turnaround. As long as the eastern and central fronts are stabilized and we counterattack step by step, not to mention winning this defensive battle, it is even possible to recover the lost territory in previous years.

Seeing that the Wei Kingdom was in trouble, it quickly asked for peace. Any man with a bit of blood in his veins would have regarded them as farts and would have killed them directly to take revenge!

But who could blame the King of Wei for being a coward and a fool? As soon as the State of Wei gave him a little sweetness, he happily laid down his weapons and stretched his head to allow the enemy to slaughter him.

Thousands of years of history of defeat have only taught us one lesson, that is, the Wei country never draws any lesson from history!
Damn it, quit!
Wu Fengdeng suppressed his inner anger and decided to find an opportunity to defect to the Qin State after returning.

Or... start your own business!

boom!
Suddenly, the messenger flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

The red glass spear flew over like lightning.

"Don't!"

Baoer was suddenly startled and rushed forward to stand in front of the messenger.

"General! Calm down!"

"This man represents the king. He must not be killed! He must not be killed!"

The messenger quickly staggered to his feet, looked towards the commander's tent with a grim face, and spat a mouthful of blood.

"General Yang! The king has given the third royal decree because of your meritorious service in the offensive. If you lead your troops back to the court now, the king will forgive you for the past and still give you the credit for the meritorious service! Otherwise, you will be convicted of a crime!"

"Go back and tell Prime Minister Li that I will take his head within three months."

Yang Jianwen's cold voice rolled in.

"Oh, you are such a joker."

The herald sneered, clasped his fists in salute, turned around and was about to leave.

But he happened to bump into Wu Fengdeng at the door.

"Go away!"

He glanced at her with disdain, his narrow eyes flashing with a venomous coldness like a poisonous snake, then he straightened his chest and head, mounted his horse, whipped his horse and left.

"What's this guy's name?"

Wu Fengdeng narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of murderous intent.

Bao Er frowned and said with a sigh, "Jiao Cheng is a Confucian abandoned disciple. He was expelled from Confucianism by the sage Xunzi for his injustice. He is now a retainer of Prime Minister Li and has been promoted to the rank of quartermaster of the capital guard army."

"Prime Minister Li...Does General Yang have a grudge against him?"

"It's not a grudge, but this time the king accepted the ceasefire and peace talks because it was Li Xiang who advised him to protect the country and the people, so General Yang is so angry with him."

After hearing this, Wu Fengdeng finally understood.

It turns out that one of them believed the slander of the villain.

"This is not something you and I can control. Come with me and persuade General Yang."

Although it is said that a general is not bound by the king's orders when he is away from the court, few of those who dare to do so in reality have a good ending.

Wang Ling is as strong as a mountain. No matter how powerful Yang Jianwen is, he is just a subordinate.

Especially with these three royal orders coming at the same time, she had no choice, otherwise it would be treason.

The tent was in a mess.

Yang Jianwen, dressed in a red shirt, stood quietly in the mess, his face frighteningly cold. The two stood in the corner, not knowing how to speak.

After a long time, the three royal orders in her hands were directly shattered into powder and diffused in the air.

"Return to the court."

The gold powder spread all over the sky, turning into a golden cloud, reflecting the slanting shadows, wheel tracks, and horse hoof prints.

Behind the chariot, Wu Fengdeng sat on the horse, looked up at the remaining sunlight in the sky, and sighed softly. From Chuqiu to Diqiu, the vanguard army marched for two days, and finally saw the magnificent capital at noon.

There were also other scattered troops on the road who were ordered to withdraw, with different expressions.

Some were happy and glad that the war was finally over, while others were angry and regretful that they could not avenge their hatred.

All in all, this battle was fought miserably.

But let things take their course. Although Wu Fengdeng had many regrets in his heart, he had gained a lot from this expedition after all, so he would spend the rest of his days sorting things out.

By the way, go and see Jiang Qiyu.

As they stepped onto the Diqiu official road, people on both sides cheered and shouted with joy.

"The guards are mighty!"

"Good boy! Good boy!"

"Thank you for your hard work, dolls!"

……

Colorful ribbons, freshly baked buns and pies, fine wine, fruits and vegetables, they celebrated in their own way the victory over foreign enemies and their happy and healthy life.

In the heat of the moment, Wu Fengdeng rode his horse to catch up with the chariot in front.

"General, I would like to ask for leave."

"Okay, just go back to Yang's house before dark."

Yang Jianwen had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes were calm.

"Thank you General!"

Wu Fengdeng smiled faintly, squeezed the horse's belly, and the black-maned horse withdrew from the team.

He then went to the market and bought a jade hairpin of good quality and some peach candied fruit.

I haven't seen Jiang Qiyu for many days, so I can't go there empty-handed.

In addition, he also spent five taels of silver to buy a golden silk Bizhi sachet, which smelled elegant and soft. The merchant also mixed some tranquilizing herbs in it, which had the effect of calming the mind and calming the spirit.

After completing the purchase, Fang went straight to the Jixia Academy in the east of the city.

After returning after many days, the academy that seemed like a paradise on earth was still quiet.

The fierce horse stopped at the door, and hot air blew out from its nose.

Wu Fengdeng tied his horse to a nearby wooden stake and was just about to greet the armored guards at the door when a graceful figure ran out of the green bamboo forest.

"Brother Fengdeng!"

It was Jiang Qiyu.

After not seeing her for many days, her appearance has not changed much, except that her skin is more delicate and her temperament is more refined.

The light blue wide robe covered her figure, but the outline vaguely outlined when she was running made her look taller and already had a beginning of beauty.

Looks like you've been doing well lately.

Wu Fengdeng felt relieved and said with a smile, "How did you know I came to see you?"

Jiang Qiyu pointed to the bamboo building hidden in the forest in the distance and said softly, "When we were practicing just now, the master said that you have reached the door. She is at the Zhenwu realm. Every blade of grass and every tree here is within her perception."

Wu Fengdeng nodded slightly, then took the gift from the horse.

"Take me to meet Master Yisu. I've been so grateful for her care these days. We can't lose our manners."

In addition to catching up with Jiang Qiyu, another purpose of this visit was to thank Yi Su in person.

He had been taken care of a lot under Yang Jianwen's command, all because of Master Su's favor. In addition, with her teaching of Jiang Qiyu, she had become a senior worthy of respect.

It was not far from the entrance to the bamboo house in the forest. Jiang Qiyu took him along the path paved with bluestone slabs, and after chatting for a few words, they arrived at the bamboo house.

Yi Suzheng was sitting in meditation, with his long gray hair draped over his shoulders, looking simple and elegant, with an immortal-like temperament.

Wu Fengdeng did not say anything, but Jiang Qiyu next to him was the first to call out, "Master."

Yi Su slowly opened her eyes, her eyes as deep as black holes reflecting his figure.

"Junior Wu Fengdeng, I am here to meet Master Yisu."

(End of this chapter)