After transmigrating into a faint king, I had sex with the villain general

The past few days have been difficult, Xiao Fang almost watched the dawn and then watched the sun go down.

In the joint analysis and inference of the trio, what may happen afterwards becomes more and more clear.

Even the queen mother had to say hello, so as not to be caught off guard.

After listening to their analysis, the queen mother was stunned for a long time, left a sentence of "fuck" with no clear meaning, turned and left.

Xiao Fang looked at the three of them inexplicably... unexpectedly, none of them spoke harshly to his old lady. When he cast his eyes on Ji Yunqi, the other party knew what he was wondering about.

When the three of them withdrew from the imperial study room, Ji Yunqi deliberately took a step behind and left a word in a soft voice.

"Let the past pass by, first suppress the present, and then consider other things."

Xiao Fang nodded lightly, said "En", and watched the figures of several people disappear outside the door before falling back into the chair.

He thought, what Yun Qi said is right, whether it is Heye Mountain or this time, it is probably just the foreplay of the drizzle, and the real storm is yet to come.

In the face of foreign enemies, all past and old grievances should be put aside for the time being.

Seven days expire.

At first, the gossip was fine and silent, like drizzle falling on the ground in the middle of the night, just seeping quietly under the soil.

Soon, the drizzle turned into large raindrops, with ice beads caught in the rainwater, which fell to the ground and crackled.

Everyone is talking about the sensational news.

——Have you heard that the emperor paid Xirong barbarians 500 million taels of silver in the ugly year.

Everyone knows what an "ugly year" is. The year when Kuanzhou was ceded was the shame of all Datan people, the ugliest shame.

——I heard that it is more than 500 million taels of silver. Cuizhou is a commercial fortress, and if it is sent out from the state capital, there must be tens of millions of taels.

——Creating crimes, wars and wars, food was sent to the front, how many people died of starvation in the second year, if the money was used to buy food, alas...

——And that’s not all, I heard people say that they secretly pay a lot of money to others every year.

——Isn’t that right? I’ve also heard that people come every year to connect with people in the palace. It’s said that it’s the empress dowager’s intention.

"Damn it!" Someone yelled angrily, and was quickly pushed down by the people around him.

—Don't be so loud!Have you lived enough!

——I also heard from my relatives that the patrol battalion caught people who came to join this year, and General Ji personally interrogated them!

——What came out of the trial?

——You think highly of me too much, how could I know, but with General Ji on board, even if it is made of stone, it can pry teeth open.

——General Ji...it's a pity...

At the end, everyone sighed, needless to say, everyone knows what is a pity.

It's a pity that a general like General Ji has been wronged in the name of a traitorous emperor who seeks glory.

Originally, there were still some tiny voices reminding that Datan is now prosperous day by day, with a bright future, rumors may not be credible, and the emperor may not be so miserable, so don't follow others' opinions.

But this voice was completely drowned in the raging anger in a sudden change.

Since the rumors spread, there has been no movement in the palace, as if they don't know what's going on outside.

In this way, in the eyes of many people, it is the person sitting on the top who knows what is going on outside, but dare not respond at all.

Dissatisfaction and complaints accumulated, and finally at noon a few days later, the downtown was boiling.

Surrounded by the crowd was a man in his thirties, with his upper body bare, holding a hatchet in one hand and a bundle of firewood in the other.

At his feet, a small human figure was wrapped in a white sackcloth, only a pair of bare feet were exposed.

I don't know if he cut someone else or hurt himself before, half of his body was bloody, and the ground was also red, scaring the people around him so that they didn't dare to get too close.

"Did you see it!" The man yelled for an unknown amount of time, his throat was a little hoarse, and every time he yelled, he slammed the knife on the firewood.

"Did you see it! This is Lao Tzu's son!" There was a cry in his voice.

"I get up early and work late, I'm as tired as a beast, I can't feed my family, and I pay poll tax for any money I make!"

"I can't even save my son, what kind of man is he!"

He didn't say a few words, he was so choked up that he couldn't continue his roar, and the people around him felt sympathetic, and his low voice spread out in the crowd.

The defeat of Kuangzhou did not last long, and the many pains of people who starved to death in the second year were not forgotten.

More and more people who knew him came out and asked in amazement: "Old Zhang, what's the matter, Dong'er's illness... didn't you see a doctor? How did it become like this?"

The man looked up, didn't say a word, and suddenly knelt down and burst into tears.

This cry brought together all the anger that had been suppressed in the dark these days. Not only was there anger, but also fear. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. The stomach that had just been full for a few days seemed to recall the hunger in the past.

The person wrapped in the sackcloth seemed to be his turn next.

The discussion suddenly increased from whispers to humming, until someone screamed: "The patrol battalion is here!"

Dozens of soldiers rushed from the street, yelling "back up" and pushing people away with their blades. An officer stepped out of the crowd and asked with a frown, "What's going on? Put down the knife!"

The scolding sound woke the man up suddenly, as if he had finally found something to vent his anger on, he jumped up and chopped it down without saying a word: "Officer dog! Disregarding human life! Spit out my money! Give me back Dong'er! "

The officer was a martial arts practitioner, so he would not be injured by his random slashing, and he was afraid that he would injure the civilians by waving indiscriminately. After dodging a few times, he grabbed his hand.

As soon as the two intersected, the man suddenly turned his wrist, and the knife passed through his neck, and bright red blood spurted out far away.

Everyone was frightened by this scene, and suddenly someone in the crowd shouted in horror: "The official has killed someone!"

The officer didn't expect to be killed, it was obvious that the man turned his wrist and moved his hand, but just as he was about to defend himself, someone shouted loudly: "Why are you killing people! Your lives are your lives! His life is grass!"

Probably because of the courage and anger brought up by this roar, someone shouted one after another: "He doesn't even have a son! How can you do it! Do you want to kill his family!"

"His son died of illness! All the money was used to support you dog officials!"

"It's not just a dog official!" Someone in the crowd shouted: "Did they all be given to the barbarians!"

There are more and more crowds watching, and those who have read the book are clearer and shouted: "The people are suffering, and the court has turned a blind eye. Ladies and gentlemen, today we should ask for an explanation anyway. Where did the people's tax money go? Is it true?" I really handed it over to Man Bang!"

"We have worked so hard, not to feed foreign barbarians!"

"If this is the case! Sooner or later, I will die! Why don't you give me a knife now!"

Immediately there were many voices responding: "Yes, no matter what, if there is an explanation, let's go to the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion!"

Someone with more understanding immediately stopped him: "Jingzhao Mansion can't take care of such matters, if you want to ask, you can only go to the palace and ask for orders!"

"Go and ask for your life! Please for your life!"

The soldiers of the patrol battalion were pushed back and couldn't help but retreat, and the officer also roared angrily: "Who dares to make trouble!"

Countless voices replied: "We are not causing trouble! We want to ask for an explanation! We can't be so vague!"

The officer tried his best to stop the angry crowd, and at the same time sent people to break out for reinforcements, but the crowd couldn't let them leave so easily.

During the clamor, the sound from the outside became quieter, and the people inside couldn't help but turn their heads, and saw several servants surrounding a soft sedan, landing not far away.

A white hand lifted the curtain of the sedan chair from inside, and one person got out of the sedan chair unhurriedly.

Among the onlookers, nine out of ten knew this person. Seeing that this person raised his hand and pressed down, as if he had something to say, they all shut up immediately, and the voice of the crowd gradually dropped.

"I have heard what you said just now."

The man's face was frosty, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied. Seeing that he was wearing an official uniform, the people around him had some objections, but when they heard this tone, they stopped making a sound.

"The matter of rumors in Beijing is of great importance. I am also going to the palace to ask the emperor about it." He looked around: "If you want to go with me to petition, please follow me." Come."

If the quarrel just now was just to build up the courage of the crowd, if you really want to push someone out to stand out, maybe no one would dare to go, but now that there is a leader, everyone's spirits are lifted.

After that, the man stopped riding in the sedan chair and didn't look back, and walked straight to Miyagi.

A group of people followed quickly behind him.

Like a boat breaking through the waves, with him as the leader, there are more and more people behind, whispering whispers spread in all directions, and I don't know how many people gathered from the streets and alleys.

A few feet away from the gate of the palace, there is a drinking water river flowing around it. A white jade stone bridge spans the river, and the bridgeheads on both sides are guarded by the imperial guards.

When the crowd approached, before they reached the head of the Baiyu Bridge, the imperial guards came up to meet them. When they saw the leader, they did not retreat immediately, but they still lined up at the head of the bridge to stop the crowd.

A leader of the forbidden army stepped forward and cupped their hands: "Master Shangshu, but you want to enter the palace to face the saint? What's the situation?"

The leader nodded slightly: "It's not that I want to enter the palace. I came here today with a group of people to ask for something else. Recently, the rumors in Beijing have been rampant, and people's hearts are fluctuating. Please give everyone an explanation."

The leader of the imperial army was surprised, and it was not good to say that he was too naive in person, so he could only reply: "Master Shangshu, the emperor is busy with state affairs these days, and he is still resting now, please come back another day, Lord Shangshu."

The crowd behind them started to commotion, and was suppressed by the man raising his hand.

"In this case, let's wait for the emperor to wake up." He lifted his clothes, knelt on the bridge, cupped his hands and said in a loud voice: "My minister, Fan Shengyu, is begging the emperor. To calm people's hearts."

The forbidden army smiled bitterly: "My lord, why are you bothering? Rumors and gossips have never been less. If the emperor has to come forward for everything, what's the proper way? If you want to enter the palace, I will pass it on to you. For such a trivial matter, let’s go back as soon as possible.”

"A matter of the common people, a matter of foreign countries, people were killed in the busy market today, are these all trivial matters?" Fan Shengyu asked coldly, turning his eyes away from the imperial guards, and looked at the palace gate in front: "If the emperor wakes up, Please pass on the general."

"Fan Shangshu, if you do this...if you offend the Emperor..."

Fan Shengyu interrupted him: "If the emperor blames it, Fan Shengyu will bear it all."

Originally, when I heard that the emperor was resting and refused to show his face, someone behind him complained loudly in the crowd, but when they heard Fan Shengyu's uncompromising voice, everyone's eyes were fixed on that person, forcing that person to shut up too. put your head down.

Looking at this kneeling figure, more people remembered that a few years ago, it was the same person who also knelt here for a long time in order to reopen the Chunwei event, but ended up in exile.

But now that the spring has reopened, this has raised many hopes in the hearts of countless people.

The people behind knelt down in groups, and there was no more noise. All eyes were on the palace gate in the distance, with the scorching sun above their heads, but no one said a word.

Only more people heard the sound, and they knelt down on the wide dirt road in front of the palace gate. It was dark and silent.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, there was finally a sound from inside the huge vermilion lacquer door, and the people who were already a little tired couldn't help but feel refreshed.

The first to rush out were two rows of Imperial Guards, and then a servant was about to bend over to spread out the red carpet, when he heard a crisp voice, with a little panting, as if he was rushing all the way.

"No need!"

The man hurried over on the bricks and stones, and stood on the arch of the Baiyu Bridge. A tall young general followed him half a step and stopped together.

Fan Shengyu exchanged glances with that person, bowed down again: "Your Majesty."