Dandere General and his Lord

He shook his head and pushed open the door of the guard's rest room,

There was a man sitting in the middle of the room. The man was looking up at him with shrewd brows and handsome eyes, looking forward to Shenwei.

"Cheng Weiwei!" Yuan Changshi was taken aback, his knees softened, and he subconsciously wanted to kneel and salute.

Cheng Feng was the official guard and was in charge of guarding the gate of the palace city. He was the real boss of their regular servants.

There were several of his colleagues in the room, all of whom turned to look at him.

One of his colleagues who was close to him hurriedly said: "Yuan Changshi, we were all deceived by thieves before, but now that Cheng Weiwei has come in person, you haven't knelt down to show your loyalty to the lord."

Yuan Changshi felt nervous, and hurriedly knelt down to the ground.

When the sky was slightly bright, the prince Cheng Peng had a dream, dreaming that his father, the king, led the army to drive away the bad guys, he was holding himself high, and he said with a smile: "Peng'er, have you thought about it? Father?"

He was about to answer excitedly, opened his eyes and saw that his father was gone, and he was still locked in a terrifying stone house.

The young prince burst into tears.

Concubine Xu got up, took the boy into her arms, and followed his back with one hand: "Peng'er is not afraid, Peng'er is not crying, the mother is here."

Sitting in the thatched haystack, she slowly shook the child in her arms, humming a soft ditty, as if she was in a splendid palace on weekdays, which calmed the child who woke up from her sleep.

"Mother concubine, when will the king come to pick us up? Peng'er is so afraid here." Cheng Peng shrank in his mother's warm arms, and asked with his red little nose.

Concubine Xu gently touched his head: "Peng'er is not afraid, Father, he will definitely come to save us. Your father is the most powerful person in the world."

She held up her wet little face and gently wiped away the tears on it: "Peng'er, do you remember what your father said when he left?"

Cheng Peng's face blushed embarrassedly: "Peng'er remembers that Peng'er promised her father and king to protect her mother and not cry. Concubine, Peng'er will never cry again, not in front of those bad people."

Concubine Xu smiled and kissed his little head.

At this moment, there were cluttered footsteps in the large prison, and the guards stepped forward, rudely dragged the prisoners out of every cell, gathered them together, and ordered them to line up in separate lines.

"Mother concubine, mother concubine." Cheng Peng was dragged away from Concubine Xu. He stretched out his small hands and called out to his mother.

Concubine Xu angrily reprimanded: "Stop, how can you be so unreasonable to the prince!"

A jailer pushed Concubine Xu to the ground: "What's the matter? Now that a new king has been established, you are going to see the King of Hell soon, and you are still putting on the air of masters in front of Laozi."

Concubine Xu fell to the ground and let out a soft cry.

Seeing his mother fall to the ground, Cheng Peng was furious, hugged the jailer's arm, and took a bite.

The jailer was in pain, and he threw Cheng Peng away, raised his waist knife and slashed down.

Cheng Peng fell to the ground, curled up his small body, and clasped his head tightly in fear.

The imagined pain did not come, Cheng Peng opened his eyes and saw a tall body protecting him in his arms.

"Teacher, Taifu." The Taifu who was very strict with him on weekdays not only protected him with his body at this moment, but also smiled comfortingly at him.

Cheng Peng's eyes were red, he remembered what he had promised his mother in the morning, and held back his tears.

Xiao Jin stood up, guarded the prince behind him, and faced the jailer: "This is His Royal Highness, please respect me."

The jailer winced for half a step under Xiao Jin's eyes. He found that all the prisoners around him were staring at him fiercely, and even his colleagues tugged at his sleeve and persuaded: "Forget it, after all Prince."

The jailer took two steps back and snorted. After all, he did not make any more unreasonable actions.

Just drive these people out of prison.

Xiao Jin was wearing shackles on his hands, and he was half-leaning, holding Cheng Peng's little hand and walking forward together.

"Taifu, you are bleeding." Cheng Peng looked at a bright red blood that flowed down the big hand that held him tightly.

"His Royal Highness, I have nothing to do with you." Tai Fu's gentle voice sounded above his head.

The bloody hands squeezed his palms.

Cheng Peng lowered his head all the way, watching the red blood dripping drop by drop on the road the two walked.

For the first time, the concept of guardianship was born in his young mind.

"You are the prince, so you should take the responsibility of the prince and guard your mother, your subjects, and your people."

Cheng Peng heard the words his father said before leaving, and now he vaguely understood the meaning of it.

The author has something to say: Wei Subu, Zhao Jikao, Han Qianju, the names of these three villains are related to the names of the three Jin state ministers who were divided into Jin in history. But the last three words of the three of them are linked together to see what they are, haha, just kidding.

Chapter 114

Cheng Qianye's army finally arrived in Bianjing.

The defenders in Bianjing City surrendered without a fight and opened the city gate to welcome the real lord of the city into the city.

Wei Subu and others led their own troops, occupied the royal officials, and held on to the palace city to stubbornly resist.

Standing at the top of the city and looking at the black army not far away from his feet, Wei Zibu gritted his teeth and said: "Go and press those people up and tie them to the city head.

I want to see if Cheng Qianyu dares to disregard his son's life and step into the palace on the corpses of his son and his mother! "

Soldiers lead the way.

Zhao Ji Kao stood behind Wei Zibu, and couldn't help but whispered to persuade: "Taibao, with the current situation, I will not be able to reach it, why don't you leave some room and think about how to use the prince to talk to the lord. some conditions."

Wei Subu scolded angrily: "Fuck, I have already established a new ruler. If you surrender, it would be a crime of treason. Is Duke Zhao still thinking of a way out at this time?"

Han Qian saw that the two were arguing at this moment, and hurriedly dissuaded him: "Taibao, don't be angry, brother Rong also said, even if the lord attaches great importance to the prince, it is impossible to give up the throne for a son. It's not unreasonable, I should not overdo it, and try to negotiate with the lord as much as possible."

Wei Subu knew that his two allies had already started to withdraw, and he was extremely angry, secretly scolding the two of them for being stupid.

He no longer paid attention to the two of them, and ordered his cronies to pledge one person to the wall.

For a while, the armored warriors on the castle tower of Miyagi pushed up a row of shackled hostages.

Among these people were important officials in the court, as well as royals and grandchildren. At this moment, one by one, they were pushed and moved to the top of the city. Everyone described it as haggard, with swords and axes, and no dignity at all.

The Jin army's flags and flags under the city wall were separated, and a group of jīng sharp warriors, embracing the golden crown on their heads, and the king in battle armor, slowly came to the city.

Cheng Qianye raised his head and looked at the hostages above the city wall.

Cheng Qianye's mother, the Empress Dowager Yang, was the first to shout: "Emperor, you don't have to think about the wreckage of the old man. Quickly take down these traitors and cut them with a thousand swords."

At this time, Empress Dowager Yang had messy hair and dirty clothes. She was an ordinary old woman who was over half a hundred years old.

She glanced at her grandson beside her, and two lines of old tears flowed down her old face. She turned her head sharply and shouted to Cheng Qianye under the city wall: "The most important thing is society and grain. You can throw it away. Huanger, as the ruler of a country, you must not compromise with these traitors."

"Shut her up!" Wei Zibu scolded angrily.

The armored soldier behind the queen mother pulled out the waist knife and put it on her neck, scolding: "Don't talk!"

Empress Dowager Yang clenched her neck and kept her face away.

Cheng Qianye had always had a bad impression of this titular mother.

Since the time of crossing over, they have not spent much time together, and their concepts are very different from each other. Cheng Qianye has been unable to get close to her.

Until this moment, she was standing under the city, the white-haired mother above the city wall, with a knife and axe on her neck, but her real concern was the safety of her daughter.

Cheng Qianye's eyes were a little wet, and the figure on the city wall overlapped for a moment with the figure of his real mother in another world.

Wei Subu mentioned the young prince and held him on the battlement, "Cheng Qianyu, as the saying goes, tiger poison does not eat its children, do you really care about the prince's life?"

"Father, King Father!" The young prince looked at the towering city wall under his feet, frightened in his heart, and called out to his father, who was not far away, in a trembling voice.

"Peng'er, don't be afraid." Cheng Qianye gritted his teeth.

"I, I'm not afraid." The little boy held back the tears in his eyes and shouted forcefully, "Peng'er listened to the father and didn't cry at all!"