Chapter 131 If You Haven't Danced Back then

The morning light went from dim to bright, General Xiahou walked towards the eastern front line without expression, and Gu Xi and a team of personal guards followed him silently. The light emitted by the rising sun shone on his armor, emitting a faint white luster, looking like a mighty statue of a god standing in the holy brilliance.

After walking into the temporary central army camp, he heard his subordinates report the results of the Left Front Cavalry breaking into Yan territory in the morning, Xiahou was silent for a long time, raised his head and said, "Behead three hundred Yan prisoners as punishment."

At this time, there was no third person in the tent except him and Gu Xi. Gu Xi looked at him and stopped and advised, "The general had decided to conceal the assassination before, and only sent a secret letter to His Majesty. If he killed prisoners in front of the formation, it would be difficult to hide this matter, let alone those Yans People will definitely take the initiative to promote this matter."

Xiahou said indifferently: "The Yan army entered the country and caused the old and weak people of our Tang Dynasty. It is natural to burn the villages of our Tang Dynasty. It is necessary to kill him 300 prisoners of war. This general definitely does not believe who dares to speak out."

Gu Xi was silent for a moment and said, "But it is ominous to kill prisoners, and Your Majesty... won't like it either."

Xiahou took off his helmet and put it aside, quietly looked at the loyal subordinate who had been with him for more than 20 years, and said, "You should be very clear that Your Majesty has never liked me very much. I can still live now. Yes Because I have made immortal contributions for the empire. My Tang Dynasty has always been a clear distinction between rewards and punishments. As long as I can continue to make contributions, the court cannot catch my handle, Your Majesty will not touch me easily. In this way, Your Majesty likes this general. Whether it is not important at all. Besides, if Your Majesty likes me too much, I really don't know how to deal with myself."

This passage, especially the last sentence, contained some meanings that only the two of them understood. Gu Xi was silent for a moment and was about to say something, when the horizontal lines embroidered with gold thread on the cuff suddenly lit up.

"Go." Xiahou said.

Gu Xi bowed silently and bowed, then left the tent.

There was no one in the tent, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on Xiahou's face and said softly: "I am so lucky to meet a kind-hearted king like Your Majesty. Otherwise, I really don't know how many times I will die. A gentleman can deceive him. But can I deceive Your Majesty with kindness? It's just that the king cares about his old love and the friendship that no one knows about, so that I can live for more than these years."

After a while, Gu Xi lifted the curtain and walked back. He held a secret letter painted with fire in his hand. He walked to Xiahou and said softly: "The military department sent a letter to the talisman. Recently, there was some difficulty in Chang'an City. I heard that a murder case occurred in the south city, and even alarmed the Yulin Army. "

Xiahou said sarcastically: "The officials in the court bully Your Majesty and be kind, and even the subordinates of this general dared to kill him. A few days ago, he suffered such a huge loss in Chao Xiaoshu's hands. Haven't he learned to be in front of His Majesty yet. Be honest?"

"It really has nothing to do with the officials in the court." Gu Xi shook his head and replied, "The Chun murder case in Nancheng killed a master of Dongxuan Realm, and that person was once an official of the former military department, so he caused these storms."

Xiahou's eyes gradually faded, he squinted his eyes and said, "Continue."

"I don't know if you still remember this person, General. His name is Yan Suqing. He used to be a clerk of the military department, but few people know that he is a great sword master..."

Speaking of this, Gu Xi glanced at the general with deep meaning and continued, "This person should have learned swordsmanship in the Xiling Haotian Temple. After being expelled from the military headquarters for what happened that year, he has been following him safely. A tea merchant in Chang'an City lived a miserable life, but he didn't expect to die in the end."

The atmosphere in the tent gradually became serious and calm, and the candlelight in the corner was shaking and restless. After a long period of quietness, General Xiahou asked calmly: "In the thirteenth year of the Apocalypse... which one is this?"

Gu Xi replied softly: "Censor Zhang Yiqi died in a car crash. Chen Zixian, a former general of General Xuanwei, died in Dongcheng. In addition, Yan Suqing, whose head was cut off, is the third one this year."

The people of the Tang Dynasty are simple and ruthless, and Chang'an City has a large population. Although the public security is excellent, if you want to say that abnormal deaths are happening, I am afraid that there will be one or two people every day. The third one the two in the tent mentioned at this time is naturally not. It refers to the number of abnormal deaths in the 13th year of the Apocalypse, but refers to deaths related to past events.

"If the Empress had not suspended her birthday party this year and allocated money to the military headquarters, the military headquarters would not have thought about visiting veterans to distribute cloth and condolences, nor would it have found that Chen Zixian, who no one remembered, had died suddenly."

Gu Xi looked at Xiahou and said softly: "Now Yan Suqing has also been cut off his head, and his techniques are very similar. If you can confirm that the so-called accident of the Censor Zhang Yiqi... is also a killing situation, then you can find the truth."

"Not everything has the truth." General Xiahou said coldly: "The two damn people who were damn died back then, who would still remember these things?"

Gu Xiying said: "When the fisherman sprinkled the fishing net, he always thought he could catch it in one go, but in fact, every time the fishing net came out of the water, he could always find a few fish that had missed the net. In my notes, there were at least eleven in General Xuanwei's mansion. Personally alive."

General Xiahou slowly closed his eyes and said, "Those who can survive are short-term workers and servants, and the Tang Law cannot be executed. However, all the servants and maids with contracts have died. I don't believe in those who are in charge of the master's family. The short-term worker and servant who had no worries dared to have hatred for the court, and endured for many years and wanted to take revenge."

"We still have to investigate it." Gu Xi said worriedly: "At least as I said before, I should send someone to see if the death of the censor Zhang Yiqi is strange. I don't believe that there are still victims in those two cases. But I am worried that this series of killings was a noble man in the palace who used this to establish his authority."

Xiahou replied calmly: "The princes are still young, and the fourth princess is just a yellow-haired girl. If His Majesty wanted to bypass the law and deal with me, he would have sent someone to cut off my head ten years ago. Why did he use these little? The means of instruments."

"But there is another noble man in the palace." Gu Xi glanced at his face and said carefully.

Sure enough, when General Xiahou heard this, his face suddenly turned cold, he stared at him coldly and said, "Twenty years ago, when you made a poisonous oath, you warned you that as long as I am still alive, as long as I am still With a breath, you can't mention that noble person in front of anyone. Could it be that you forgot?"

Gu Xi buried his head deeply and sincerely apologized for guilt. A very tired and helpless sigh surged deep in his heart. He thought to himself, General, you don't want the world to know the relationship with that noble man, and that noble man is afraid he doesn't want to let him go. People know that the way you chose is to stay away from Chang'an and keep silent, but who can be sure that the noble man would not use some more extreme and cruel methods? The so-called heart is like iron once you enter the palace...

Xiahou looked at his subordinate who apologized for guilt, thinking about the other party's loyalty over the years, thinking about the other party's hardships between the two banks of the turbulent rivers and he had been working hard for the past few years, his face cleared slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "But what you said Yes, you must check the matters in Chang'an City and send a chanter back."

After a pause, he added expressionlessly: "Warning the person in charge that even if he finds out, he is strictly prohibited from acting on his own. All the evidence will be submitted to the military headquarters and Chang'an Prefecture. After all, it is the court's business."

Gu Xi took the order and left.

There was no one in the tent. Xiahou took off his heavy armor and sat on the couch, silently watching the faint candlelight that was about to be swallowed by the sky light outside the tent, motionless like a statue.

His face was a little pale. His previous thunderbolt shocked the two powerful practitioners to death. The scene was so powerful, but no one knew that his body was still damaged after all.

As a peak martial arts master in the world, his combat power is unparalleled. Just have to have a thought to have a profound energy of heaven and earth condensed on the surface of the body and penetrated the inside and outside. His thought power cannot be damaged, and he cannot break the flying sword. In fact, he must kill those two people from Assassin of Yan State, he can choose a simpler and unharmed way to deal with it.

But he is General Xiahou, known for his violent, cold-blooded and domineering power, and has too many powerful enemies in the world. He wants to maintain his invincible image in front of his enemies and subordinates, so he must choose the most arrogant and powerful way of dealing with it. He even did not hesitate to hurt his body and mind.

If you don't want to be upset and welcome the continuous assassination, you need to show thunder means and forcibly crush most of the enemies' desire to fight. This is probably the helplessness of many peerless strong people.

The curtain was raised, and a servant walked in with a bowl of carefully prepared bird's nest, golden date porridge. The servant looked handsome, and the porcelain bowl on the food plate was exquisite and beautiful, which looked very different.

General Xiahou coldly took the porridge bowl and drank it all, waved his hand to signal the servant to leave.

He knew that the jealous and envious of him in Chang'an City had been secretly rumoring that General Xiahou liked handsome servants and had a different interest in bed. He was indifferent to such rumors and did not get angry at all, because no matter how hard he was, he did not know how to do it, It was His Majesty or those places he was really afraid of, and he knew a fact: since he had cooked and killed the concubine he loved the most, he had never been close to women, and he was unwilling to serve any maid in close proximity.

When he cooked and killed the concubine, it was the censor's attacks and the general's status was in turmoil. Those who thought he knew the inside story thought he used the excuse of peeping military aircraft and using cruel means to cook and kill his favorite concubine. , to shock a certain eunuch who went to the military camp to question him according to the order.

However, only Xiahou himself knew that the eunuch came to ask questions at that time with the order, which had nothing to do with the memorials of the censors in the court, and the things he feared had nothing to do with those censors who were powerless.

It was a summer, the night was short, the day was long, and the luster spread by the Haotian was not only warm but also fierce. The stern questioning letter from the Xiling Divine Kingdom was delivered directly to the Chang'an Palace, and even the unknown place expressed serious concern. In the vast Min Mountains not far from the military camp, countless sword lights could be vaguely seen.

"Shuang'er, you shouldn't have danced that demon dance that day."

Xiahou stared at the porridge water that was gradually frozen between his fingers, thinking that if it were still the past, the gentle woman he loved the most would definitely find it out at the first time, and then smiled and took out the handkerchief to wipe it off for him, unable to help it. He shook his head and repeated expressionlessly: "You really shouldn't have danced that dance, although you... are really beautiful when you danced."