The Summoning World of the Great Qin Empire

Chapter 1389
Fu Su nodded: "It's a deal, I, Daqin, will never use force against your Shu Kingdom within three years, but whether your Shu Kingdom can withstand Chu's attack depends on you."

"You don't need to worry about it." Li Shimin also stood up and flicked his sleeves: "It's just that I still remember that your country and Chu country are in an alliance."

"I will spread the news in three days' time, saying that I have been fighting for many years, my old injuries have recurred, and I am unable to fight." Fusu said without blinking.

Li Shimin said: "After ten days, you can just send an army to take over Linchen. If Qin Guo dares to violate this..."

Fusu rushed to say: "If you violate this statement, you will be destroyed!"

"Heaven and earth will destroy it!" Li Shimin said seriously.

This is not a blood alliance, but it is better than a blood alliance.

Between countries, there is no eternal friendship, only eternal interests; when Zhu Zhiwu retired from the Qin division, just a few words have completely changed Qin's attitude, which is why.

Fusu turned around and walked back to the city swaggeringly, not at all worried that Li Shimin, who was chasing behind him, would make a sniper shot.

The army of the Shu army retreated quickly, Li Shimin stared at Fusu's back and disappeared downstairs, then the city gate was tightly closed, and then he turned and walked back.

The emergency documents of Zhou Yafu and others in the north flew to Li Shimin like snowflakes, which Fusu didn't know.Li Shimin's heart is very heavy. It is absolutely time for an emperor to cede territory and seek peace.

If possible, it would be better to die a heroic death than struggling to survive like this.

Li Shimin couldn't help thinking that when the Qin State was established, it was shrunk to the western borderlands. After trying to develop, it was named the country of tigers and wolves.

Therefore, as long as it is for the strength of the Kingdom of Shu, Li Shimin doesn't care what kind of humiliation he endures; he is contradictory now, he can despise himself to cede Xiangjun, but he can't help enlightening himself.

Fusu went up to the tower and told about Li Shimin's cession of Xiangjun, and everyone couldn't help cheering.

"Order Jiaxu in Hancheng, and order him to mobilize a large army of [-] to go to Panyu City, and dispatch after listening."

"Order Wang Mang's troops to advance directly to the north to avoid conflict with Li Jing's troops in Shu Kingdom, and go directly to Linchen in Xiang County!"

On the same day, Zhongliu City issued an urgent document, and Fusu sent Huang Feihu to replace Xia Zhoushi to guard Yangshan Pass, while he himself went directly to Huangxi Pass.

In Huangxi Guanzhong, Meng Zhan and others had been waiting for a long time. When Fusu arrived, he saw Han Shizhong parked in the morgue. The neck had been sewn up with needles and threads, and the corpse also had a strange smell. Fortunately, this morgue The inside has been wiped with quicklime, so there is no need to worry about the disease.

"The two countries are at war, and the soldiers are the most innocent. Since our country has won, then find a good coffin and bury Han Shizhong. Remember to erect a monument." Fusu ordered, these are just historical celebrities that exist in his mind , he expressed his respect.

It's just that after watching and killing a lot, it doesn't matter. At least Fusu thinks that he himself is the biggest historical celebrity of this era.

It's not the eldest son Fusu who committed suicide after hearing the edict in history.

"Your Majesty, there is another person in custody in the prison. It was this person who secretly sent his retainers to the banks of the Huangshui River to spread the glare." Zheng He cupped his hands and said.

Fusu looked up at the sky, and said: "Tomorrow the weather will be fine, so I will take it to the south gate and chop it up. I will personally go there to supervise the chopping."

"Why do you need to trouble Your Majesty for such a trivial matter?" Zheng He said: "The emperor was fortunate in the battle, and the humble minister has already arranged the palace."

Fu Su smiled: "It's okay, I also want to see who this person is, and I also want to meet the outstanding people in this land of South Vietnam."

Su He woke up from his sleep. In the terrifying dream, he saw Han Shizhong... saw his retainers, and saw countless familiar faces. They were walking on the edge of a river flowing with yellow water. It was all blood, and he stood watching from a distance.

No matter how he shouted, Han Shizhong didn't respond; no matter how he ran, he couldn't keep up with Han Shizhong's footsteps...

Some sparks came from the darkness, and a man holding a torch walked in, looking at Su He expressionlessly.

Su He saw the light of the fire, and then he felt that he had returned to the human world, squinting his eyes, he saw the head of the cell, followed by a somewhat weak jailer.

The little jailer was holding a food box in his hand, and the prison head said: "It's time for a stick of incense!" Then he put the torch on the edge of the prison door, and walked out thinking about it.

Su He moved his body: "Little brother, what time is it?"

"It's the fourth watch." The little jailer squatted down, slowly opened the food box, and took out a bowl of steaming rice, a pot of wine, and a pot of boiled chicken, emitting a tempting aroma.

"Is this a meal with a severed head? It was passed down from the state of Qin?" Although Su He was asking, he knew it very well.

The little jailer didn't speak, Su He smiled wryly: "Is it time?"

The little jailer still didn't speak.

Su He sighed, stretched out his hand to take the jug of wine from the thick wooden gap in the cage, took a sip, and sighed, "I'm going to die soon, I just want to find someone to talk to before I die."

"You are the one who the emperor himself said would be beheaded. I dare not talk to you." The little jailer's voice was trembling.

"Emperor Qin is a capable person, how could he embarrass a Qianshou like you?" Su He smiled wryly.

The little jailer sat on the ground: "It should be...you can eat it when you are old, what are your last words...it won't work if you tell me your last words."

"Heh!" Su He laughed: "He's still a funny person... I want to ask, how are my family members doing now?"

This was the first time that someone was willing to talk to him after he was detained more than ten days ago.

"I heard that they were all chopped down by warriors."

Some of the wine in Su He's hand spilled out, and then he took a big sip, choking until tears flowed out.

"Drink it slowly, people are suffering in life, that is, it's a sudden thing, I'm afraid they will die without feeling the pain." The little jailer said.

Su He laughed miserably: "Oh! It's the same reason. The old man has a son...not my son, I adopted him. You should know that he should not be adopted in the first place. It's a pity, he is a good boy. .”

The jailer didn't know what to say. He thought about it, looked at the man who was about to be beheaded, and thought of Yeye who froze to death in the winter a few years ago, and felt a little sad.

The long winter is almost over, but it is fate that many people will not see the twigs that sprouted in spring.

(End of this chapter)