Chapter 93 Under the Thunderstorm "Evil obstacle" Du Zundao heard this and became angry again.
"Why are you sick?
He and Peng Da have the same idea.
They just want to sit back and watch.
Hum, there is nothing so cheap in the world.
But this is fine.
When I reorganize the court in the future, they will not blame me for being cold.
Thin" "The lower official also feels that there is no need to keep all these people."
Luo Wensu nodded and agreed very considerately, "They are just lonely ghosts released by Zhu Chongjiu.
If the Prime Minister had not been kind enough to take them in, they would have died of starvation on the roadside.
How can I still have a chance to survive to this day?”
"Hum Sheng Mi En, fighting rice hatred, the worst thing I did was to let them eat too much."
Du Zundao curled his lips, and a cold light came into his eyes, "Send the order to Cui De, the imperial guard, to closely monitor Pan Mansion.
If there is any abnormality, rush in directly and leave no one behind."
"Yes" Luo Wensu agreed and turned around.
Du Zundao called him from behind again, "Wait a minute, let's not rush to deliver orders.
How is the morale of the imperial guards?"
"Ever since we learned that the Prime Minister gave them all the remaining wealth in the family, everyone is willing to die serving the country."
Luo Wensu raised his hand and responded loudly.
"That's right, warriors, you should obey the orders of civil servants and don't make your own decisions.
In the Song Dynasty, when will it be the warrior's turn to sit on the heads of civil servants and point fingers?"
Du Zundao nodded with satisfaction after hearing this.
The Song Dynasty in his memory was a prosperous age of civil servants.
The emperor and the prime minister sat and discussed the Tao, and they governed the world together with the scholar-bureaucrats.
Taking the head of a general among millions of troops is not as good as a roll call outside Donghua Gate.
It's a pity that destiny is not good, and the Jurchens and Mongols have risen in the north.
Now the Mongols' good luck has finally come to an end, and the Song Dynasty will surely revive.
And Mr.
Du was the prime minister of the Song Dynasty.
He ruled the world with half of the Analects of Confucius, and assisted the prince with the other half of the Analects of Confucius.
Only Liu Futong, a common man, was self-righteous.
As a general, he clung to the power of the right prime minister.
He thought his wolfish ambition could only be seen clearly by others.
In his dream, Du Mou was going to replace him for King Song today.
Since he never knew how to advance or retreat, there was no need to blame Du Mou for being cruel.
"Prime Minister," just as he was thinking about it, Luo Wensu's voice came to his ears, "It's already getting late, I want to go to inspect the Imperial Guards on behalf of the Prime Minister.
I don't know what other instructions the Prime Minister has." " "Yeah, no more."
Du Zundao waved his hand, with a sickly flush on his face.
"Go ahead, you are thoughtful."
Deep down, he felt that he should stay with Luo Wensu and say a few more words.
This person is his absolute confidant and must be comforted when he needs to be comforted.
Although I don't have a good feeling towards those warriors, this person is a civil servant, and there is a different way of getting along between civil servants, which is completely different from others.
The biggest problem of the Song Dynasty was that it did not thoroughly implement civil rule to the end.
First came the rebellious Wang Anshi, and then came Gao Qiu, Tong Guan and other eunuchs, who were neither civilized nor military, and took charge of the military.
If Sima Xianggong had been more aggressive and wiped out the remaining members of Wang Anshi's party, "Crack!"
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Another pale electric light flashed outside the door, causing the lamp shadow to shake.
A dog barked suddenly, but was soon swallowed up by rolling thunder.
The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and there is already more than a foot of water in the yard.
None of the guards on duty dared to leave their duties without permission.
They stood with their legs in the cold mud and gritted their teeth.
Someone pushed open the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, holding a lantern in one hand and a head that had long lost its color.
"Who?"
the guards instinctively asked, but then they slowly released their fingers from the handle of the knife.
If the head is that of a centurion who has just been executed, the person coming must be a confidant of the prime minister.
Only the ice green glazed lamps produced in Huaiyang can be used on rainy days, and those who can afford the ice green glazed lamps will definitely be rich and powerful in Bianliang City.
Putting the two conditions together, they cannot afford to offend such a person, no matter what his purpose is.
More footsteps came from outside, and more lanterns appeared behind the rain curtain.
The fingers that the guards had just released were pressed on the handle of the knife again.
The upper and lower teeth began to collide continuously, "gurgle, gurgle, gurgle."
Not even the thunder in the sky could cover it up.
In the side rooms on both sides of the main hall, all the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion rushed out.
Each one held a long spear or a short sword, and quickly formed a dense square formation on the steps.
"Stop, who dares to break into the prime minister's house at night?
Why don't you get out quickly?"
The other party didn't respond, but continued walking towards the yard with a lantern.
The blood stains on the head illuminated by the lantern had been washed away, and the centurion of the guard who had been ordered to be executed by Du Zundao had his eyes wide open.
Hundreds of soldiers covered in iron armor walked slowly forward, and every ten people automatically formed a row.
At the head of each row is another emerald glass lamp, its bright flame beating in the rain.
"What are you going to do?
Whose subordinates are you?
How dare you come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to make trouble?"
Du Feng, the general of the family, opened his voice and rebuked loudly.
He did not want to scare the other party, but just wanted Du Zundao in the room to hear it and quickly follow him.
Escape through the back door.
The guards pressed their hands on the handles of their swords and slowly moved forward.
But the vast majority of them did not dare to draw the blade.
The visitor was covered in heavy armor, and his face was hidden behind a mask.
If they were deliberately rebellious, the generals and servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion would not be able to withstand their first attack.
So if you can stay out of it, it's best not to join in.
The other party still didn't respond, but slowly adjusted their formation.
With the person holding the head in the center, a cone-shaped array was slowly arranged in the not-so-wide vestibule of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Like a ferocious beast, it bared its cold teeth towards its prey.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck."
The guards on duty had their hands and feet weak and no longer dared to move even half a step.
The generals and servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion also turned pale, holding their weapons and retreating slowly.
One step, two steps, three steps, buttocks hit the door of the main hall.
The door was violently opened from the inside.
Du Zundao finally noticed something was wrong with the sound outside, and stuck his head out angrily, "What's going on?
Who is making a noise outside?"
"Crack, click, click, click."
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Several bolts of lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the pale faces of the generals around him, as well as the hundreds of cold iron armors ten steps away.
The people who came here were elite warriors, which could be seen from the speed of their formation and the neatness of their formation.
Only those who have wallowed in the sea of blood and corpses will not feel the coldness of the rain.
Only a guy who climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood could still wear iron armor meticulously in such cruel weather.
"It's over."
After the lightning, Du Zundao's eyes went dark.
Someone rebelled, and someone came to kill him before he took action.
"Prime Minister, let's go!"
Du Fang, a general, held him up with his body and shouted anxiously.
"Go quickly, keep the green hills, don't be afraid" A spear came through the air and shot the loyal Du Fang backwards, nailing him directly to the floor in the house.
The spear tail made of ash wood was still swinging back and forth in mid-air.
"Crash!"
The bewildered guards around him immediately scattered and fled for their lives.
No matter whether you can get out of the door or not, you can hide as far as you can.
Most of the generals and servants on the steps fled in an instant.
The rest huddled together like frightened sheep, facing the armored soldiers standing quietly in the heavy rain, their bodies shaking like chaff.
"Who are you?
Do you want to rebel?"
Du Zundao was a prime minister after all, and he basically had the courage to match his ambition.
Even though he knew that the situation was over, he still pushed away the servant standing in front of him and asked in a hoarse voice.
However, his voice sounded very distant, as if it was not coming from his own throat.
"May I ask, Prime Minister?"
The leader of the armored army finally spoke.
He first handed the lantern to the brothers beside him, and then carefully put down the head in the other hand.
"Zhao Junyong, the general manager of Guide, was ordered to come to help the Song Dynasty."
In the room, kill the traitor and the traitor, so as to clear the emperor's side."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pushed on the visor, revealing a gentle face inside.
"You, Zhao Junyong."
Du Zundao's heart twitched suddenly, and his voice became shrill and thin, "You, you just promised me this afternoon that you will do your best to help King Song.
You, how can you, how can you So quickly” "Have you gone back on your word?"
Zhao Junyong took over his words and responded with a sneer, "Zhao did once say that he would do his best to help the Song Dynasty.
So when he heard that King Song was in trouble tonight, Zhao immediately led his brothers to kill him. " "You, you, you" Du Zundao was so angry that he couldn't speak.
His hand stretched out in the rain trembled like a broken lotus.
"You, you, you are sophistical, you are shameless" "Zhao asked someone to give the King of Song half a military talisman.
Zhao once said that when he saw the military talisman, he would immediately put on his helmet and hold the weapon, and he would be at his disposal."
Zhao Junyong smiled again, his voice full of the arrogance of a winner. .
"Prime Minister, what about the military talisman?
Where is Zhao's military talisman?"
"Military Talisman" Du Zundao was slightly stunned when he was asked, and then, like a drowning man looking for straw, he groped around on his body, "Military Talisman, where is the half of the military talisman?"
"Here are the military symbols," someone reminded loudly at the gate, and the soldiers quickly separated from the middle to make way for a narrow and neat passage.
Luo Wensu, Du Zundao's confidant, held two jade pieces together in his hand and strode to the front of the team.
"According to the orders of the King of Song Dynasty," he changed from his previous submissive appearance, held his head high, and announced loudly, "I ordered Zhao Jun, the general manager of Guide, to raise troops to clear the emperor's side, capture the traitors, and welcome Prime Minister Liu back to the city to preside over the government.
Mr.
Du, why don't you hurry up?"
Let your minions disperse.”
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At this moment of "you", Du Zundao finally understood everything.
The military symbols were never handed over to him from the beginning to the end.
The military symbols were controlled by his political opponents from the beginning to the end.
I only heard its name once and then became its target.
No wonder Luo Wensu was so frightened tonight.
No wonder Luo was in a hurry to leave.
It turned out that he had turned to Liu Futong a long time ago, and he just came to check out the situation first in order to win more easily.
The last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely extinguished, and Du Zundao couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha, you, you are such an advocate for excellence.
Mr.
Luo, it's a pity that you don't advocate excellence.
Haha, haha , I didn’t expect that you, who are usually as timid as a mouse, would actually be as brave as Jing Ke.
Hahaha, you can keep your expression straight in front of me, you, you are really, really good, good at it, good at it. ability"
In his crazy laughter, more than half of the generals and servants dispersed, and the remaining dozen or so dead soldiers used their bodies to squeeze Du Zundao to prevent him from falling down.
Knowing that he would die tonight, Du Zundao simply went out and scolded him.
The dripping blood kept dripping down the corners of his mouth, "The surname Zhao, the surname Luo, you are cruel, you dare to betray me today, let's see if Liu Futong dares to treat you as sincerely as I do.
Let’s see tomorrow morning, how many civil and military officials in this court will be willing to join in with you?”
"Master Du, you are wrong.
I am not betraying you, but following the order of the King of Song Dynasty, I am here to catch the traitor."
Zhao Junyong was not willing to let him continue to sow discord.
He curled his lips and took a piece of jade from the soldier.
The cards were held high in the rain.
"Come here, shine some light and ask Mr.
Du to see clearly."
Several emerald glass lamps were raised at the same time, illuminating the dragon and phoenix patterns on the jade plaque.
It is a personal token of Song Dynasty King Han Lin'er, and the pattern on it was personally selected by Du Zundao some time ago.
I thought it would be auspicious when the year name is changed next year.
Unexpectedly, today he would be lifted into someone else's hands.
"This is a random fate.
There is no affiliation with Zhongshu Province."
With a bit of unwillingness, Du Zundao struggled to his death.
"You kidnapped the young master and framed the minister."
"Here is the token of Zhongshu Province."
Another familiar voice sounded at the gate.
Immediately, Liu Futong's confidant, Zhongshu Zuo Cheng Sheng Wenyu, quickly walked through the armored formation and raised a gold seal high into the light.
"I was ordered by Prime Minister You to enter the city to assist General Manager Zhao Qingjun and Lord Du, what else do you have to say?"
"You, you" Du Zundao was stunned again, his face full of disbelief.
"You, weren't you blocked in Zhongmou by the flood?
How could you be in the city?"
"How can a small river stop the Prime Minister's war horse, Master Du?
You know too little about military affairs."
Sheng Wenyu smiled and shook his head in response.
"You always think that warriors are despicable and that everything in the world should be controlled by civil servants.
But you don't know that if warriors had not fled in front of the battle, you, the prime minister, would be nothing more than a paper puppet.
Come on, everyone, come in and show Master Du Look.
Otherwise, he won’t give up.”
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He shouted the last words towards the door.
Immediately, there was a clang of iron armor in the rainy night.
Li Wu, Cui De, Bai Buxin, Mr.
Guan, Sha Liuer, whether they were usually on the same side as Du Zundao, or those who stayed away from him, they were all the generals of Bianliang Red Scarf.
Quite a few, slowly walked forward along the passage set aside by the soldiers.
"You treat me well, and I treat you well."
Du Zundao rubbed his eyes desperately, unable to believe that what he saw was the truth.
"Prime Minister" Li Wu and Cui De cupped their hands and bowed their heads in silence.
"Prime Minister, the King of Song has an order.
The last general is a warrior and only knows how to be loyal to the court."
Sha Liuer grinned and found a good excuse for himself.
"The Prime Minister, the Central Plains has not yet been decided, but the Prime Minister is eager to fight with his colleagues.
Although the last general is a warrior, he does not dare to obey the Prime Minister's orders."
Mr.
Guan glanced at Du Zundao unceremoniously and said loudly.
"Yes, we are all our own people and have no grievances or grudges.
How could the Prime Minister have the heart to do something?"
Broken-headed Pan followed, shaking his head and scolding.
"Yes, Prime Minister.
You can kill Prime Minister Liu today, but tomorrow you will kill others if you disagree.
Although we are stupid, we can still distinguish right from wrong."
The other generals agreed, looking at Du Zundao with eyes full of contempt.
After Liu Futong left Luoyang, Mr.
Du often punished people with serious crimes, which made everyone in the civil and military dynasty precarious.
Therefore, Sheng Wenyu gained unanimous support from everyone with little effort this time.
No one wants to let Du Zundao continue to mess around, let alone see one day a steel knife cuts his neck.
"You, you are ungrateful, ungrateful.
You, you, you guys who don't know etiquette and shame, you, you all will not die well, you will not die well."
Unable to stand the excitement of today, Du Zundao suddenly pushed away the servant Ding's house like a madman.
General, rushed into the rain, pointed at Zhao Junyong and others and roared loudly.
"You, you all are illiterate.
Du, Du is a talented person from the Imperial College.
Du tried his best to ruin his future to teach you, but you actually, actually united to resist Du.
Du, Du is going to see you today Look, you, who dares to kill me?
Who dares to kill me, the Wenquxing?
Why are you still standing there?
Kill."
"Prime Minister, we are indeed not as literate as you.
But we are not beasts in clothes."
Sheng Wenyu curled his lips and replied in a hoarse voice.
Du Zundao could no longer hear other people's words.
He let his hair down and stumbled in the rain, "I am Wenquxing who came to earth.
I am Wenquxing in the sky.
Whoever comes to kill me or whoever is not afraid of divine punishment comes to take my life.
Don't you dare?"
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Hahaha, hahahahaha" "Madman" Zhao Junyong shook his head, turned around, and strode away.
Hundreds of armored soldiers turned around, like a ferocious beast that was well fed and drunk, and followed him, slowly disappearing into the violent storm.
"I am Wenquxing who came down to earth, and I am Wenquxing in the sky."
Du Zundao continued to shout, unaware of the changes in the situation around him.
The cold rain hit his face, splashing out dazzling crimson balls.
"Let's go."
Sheng Wenyu took a pity on Du Zundao, who continued to go crazy, and whispered to Luo Wensu and others.
Everyone sighed and slowly left behind Sheng Wenyu.
Li Wu, Cui De, Bai Buxin, Sha Liuer, and Mr.
Guan, no one wants to look back.
"Bang!"
The door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was slammed shut.
"Crack" a bolt of lightning struck from mid-air, and several red clouds rose from the ground.
In the billowing smoke, a voice kept laughing wildly, "Haha, hahahaha, I am the lower realm of Wenquxing.
I rule the world with half analects, and assist the prince with half analects.
In our Song Dynasty, kings and scholar-bureaucrats rule the world together, with millions of troops He who wins the rank of general is not a hero, but the roll call outside Donghua Gate is the real hero
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