Chapter 39 Got another Yue Fei relic?
Seeing that the dignified Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty was so afraid of death, Chu Pingsheng was not in a hurry to kill him, and said with a joking tone:
"Externally, you colluded with the rich and powerful, and you are servile and servile. Internally, you eliminated dissidents, raised four trees and three evil men to harm the loyal, and at the same time embezzled and enriched yourself, increased taxes, and exploited the people with indiscriminate tricks, which made the national power of the Song Dynasty weaken day by day. People like you, instead of killing them with one sword, keep them for the New Year. "
"A hero, a hero." Shi Miyuan crawled forward half a foot: "You are a member of the martial arts world. Have you ever heard a saying that people can't help themselves in the world since Taizong? , there are two parties, the main and the main, and the war in the court. I have to collude with the Jin people and betray the country for glory. In fact..."
He pointed to the top of his head with a stern look on his face: "It is the Holy One who needs me like this. People are here.”
"Oh?"
"Just imagine using troops against the north, what if you win? What if you lose? Everyone knows what happened to Yue Pengju. Those who serve as officials in the dynasty are all mortals, not heroes. Who doesn't want to live a few more years? When foreigners invade the territory and the people ask for war, even the Holy One must take advantage of the situation and use the main battle officials. "But if the battle is defeated, who is responsible? Is it the people's responsibility? The ministers, even if they are unconscionable, must put the blame on the main war faction. In this way, they can save the face of the emperor, maintain the dignity of the court, and at the same time send a signal to the enemy that the Song court is not monolithic, paving the way for the subsequent peace talks. Countless infamy and the anger of the people have fallen on our heads.”
“A hundred years ago, the Song Dynasty’s military strength was weaker than that of the Khitan. A hundred years later, the Song Dynasty’s military strength will be defeated by the Jurchens. If one day, the Song Dynasty’s military strength will be stronger than that of the North. Enemies, those of us who advocate peace will inevitably become the objects of sacrifice to the Holy Emperor, or the ghosts of the new Lord to win over the military and public opinion. As the saying goes, accompanying the emperor is like accompanying the tiger. We have formed a party for selfish purposes, but we don’t want to end up as a saboteur. Because of Yurou's fate, I interacted with the Jin people and nobles outside, and I was only worried about the day when the Song Dynasty would be defeated, so that I could keep my wife safe and worry-free until old age."
Shi Miyuan said and bowed again: " Many of the things that the people are angry about are not what we want, they are forced by the situation, and the Holy Spirit is pleased. I hope that the heroes will see clearly. "
"..." Chu Pingsheng was silent.
Shi Miyuan thought that the above explanation had swayed him, and struck the iron while the iron was hot: "Hero, even if you kill me, it will still be the same if someone else becomes the prime minister. People cannot defeat the five elements of heaven and earth, the rise and fall of the general trend."< br>
Forget the first half of the sentence, the rest cannot resist the general trend of rise and fall. Chu Pingsheng understands it deeply. After all, he is a person who has studied the seven prophetic poems. Because he has understood a little bit of mysteries, he was exiled to a new place by an unknown force. A low-level world should be played by a high-level player.
"Shi Miyuan, is this the logic behind knowing that evil is evil? Are you worthy of commenting on Yue Fei?"
Chu Pingsheng moved the spear forward again, and the spear The tip was already close to his skin.
Shi Miyuan was so frightened that he sweated profusely on his forehead. He was already so scared that he had to pee. Elderly people don't often take baths, so the smell emanating from the outside was sour.
"Slow down, slow down, hero, wait a moment."
At the critical moment of life and death, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty was thinking very fast: "I have a treasure, a good treasure, Yue Peng... What the general left behind, as long as If you don’t kill me, I’ll give it to you, how about it?”
What Yue Fei left?
Wu Mu’s suicide note? Isn't that thing in the forbidden area of the Iron Palm Gang?
Chu Pingsheng was confused by him, and his eyes were a little wandering.
Shi Miyuan saw that there was a way, and quickly added more fuel: "Hero, I promise you, he is definitely a good treasure, a good treasure that anyone would fight over in the world."
Has the plot changed?
Chu Pingsheng asked tentatively: "Are you talking about Wu Mu's suicide note?"
Shi Miyuan looked confused: "What is Wu Mu's suicide note?"
This guy doesn't even know.
It seems that Wanyan Honglie didn’t tell him anything.
This is normal. For the Sixth Prince of the Jin Dynasty, Wu Mu's suicide note was the hope of resisting the Mongols and destroying the Song Dynasty. How could he easily reveal his plan to find Wu Mu's suicide note to Shi Miyuan.
And according to the situation at that time, how many of those officials were willing to spend their energy studying the crooked words left by Yue Fei? We must know that even Yue Fei's remains were carried out of the city by Wei Shun at the risk of his life and secretly buried next to the Jiuqucong Temple.
“Then what is your so-called treasure?”
Shi Miyuan pushed the spear, meaning to put this scary thing away and talk.
“Promise to spare my life first.”
Seeing Chu Pingsheng withdraw his hands as instructed, the old guy breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.
“I advise you not to bite your nose and face.”
“Hero, think about it, it’s useless for me to keep General Yue’s things. I wish I could exchange them for my life. How can this be possible? It’s called kicking the nose and hitting the face.”
"Okay, I promise you."
Chu Pingsheng thought about it for a moment and pretended to agree.
Shi Miyuan swallowed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
“It’s General Yue’s weapon.”
Yue Fei’s weapon?
I remember it was mentioned in "The Complete Biography of Shuo Yue" that it should be called Liquan Gun.
This relationship is good. As soon as he learned the Yang family gun, Shi Miyuan gave General Yue's weapon. This trip to the Prime Minister's Mansion was not in vain.
As for the iron gun tailor-made for him by his father-in-law, I can only say sorry. After all, comparing the two, which one is more powerful, everyone with some knowledge of history will know.
“Get up and take me to get it.”
“Okay, okay.”
Shi Miyuan got up from the ground, adjusted his robe a little, and led him behind the screen.
Chu Pingsheng threw away his gun and followed quickly.
He believed that Prime Minister Shi had seen Wu Qinglie's death and must know what to do and what not to do.
Behind the living room is a very narrow courtyard, with a short corridor from east to west, connected to the study further north. Compared with the previous area, the small courtyard was quiet, and not a single soldier was seen.
Shi Miyuan took him to the study, walked straight to the mahogany cabinet on the left where handicrafts and antiques were placed, reached out and hugged the base of the coral ornaments and turned it clockwise.
With a soft creaking sound, the bookshelf on the opposite side rotated inward, revealing a secret passage for people to pass.
In modern society, the offices of large factories have rest rooms where the chairman and secretaries have fun. In ancient society, there were secret rooms in the homes of wealthy officials and wealthy people.
"Hero, please come this way."
Shi Miyuan waved to the secret passage and entered first.
Behind the bookshelf is a staircase going down. After walking two steps, the front suddenly opens up. A night pearl is placed in each corner of the room, and the dim light illuminates the surrounding wooden shelves.
Various precious porcelains are placed in cabinets of various sizes. On the shelves are neatly arranged calligraphy, paintings and calligraphy stickers. There are also jade carvings and exquisite goldware in the corners.
There is no doubt that this is Shi Miyuan's treasure room, and all the good things he usually embezzles are kept here.
Chu Pingsheng is not very interested in these things.
“Where are General Yue’s weapons?”
Shi Miyuan walked to a wooden case in front of the north wall and said with a flattering look on his face: "Please take a look, good man."
Chu Pingsheng looked closer and was stunned when he saw something on the shelf. What a god! The gun was clearly a sword.
"Are you sure this is General Yue's weapon?"
"Sure."
Chu Pingsheng stepped forward and took off the long sword from the holder.
The scabbard on the outside is unremarkable, with a wooden sheath body and a metal sheath to protect the sword mouth and sheath tip. There is also a small ring at the top that can be tied to the belt.
Whoosh.
When he drew out the sword, a black light came into view.
The part from the spine to the blade is dark and translucent. If you look closely, you can't even see a trace of forging texture.
Chu Pingsheng is no longer the rookie who just entered the world. He has some common sense about weapons such as long swords. The good swords he has seen have patterns produced by forging, like snowflake patterns. and pine wood grain, and the sword in front of me not only has no forging pattern, but also has no inscription on the sword's name or origin. It is dark and has no killing intent.
He stretched out his left thumb and scratched the blade of the sword, adding a little more force. As strong as he was, he actually felt a hint of coldness, and a very faint white mark appeared on the pad of his finger.
What does this mean?
If you chop it down with enough strength, even he will be injured.
The basic effect of [Mahayana Paradise Demonic Body] is that it is difficult to be injured by ordinary soldiers. Obviously, this sword goes beyond the scope of ordinary soldiers and has reached the level of a divine weapon in this martial arts world.
Perhaps Shi Miyuan deliberately used the gimmick of Yue Fei's relics to make a deal with him, but it is undeniable that this sword is indeed a treasure.
"Let me ask you, what's so special about this sword?"
Chu Pingsheng's expression changed after asking, because he noticed that Shi Miyuan quietly retreated to the east wall while he was observing the sword.
Just when he turned his head, the old man pressed something, and with a click, the wall rotated, revealing the corridor behind it.
Oh, the west wall leads to the study, and there is actually a secret passage on the east wall, the Three Caves of a Cunning Rabbit.
“Want to run?”
Chu Pingsheng did not chase after him, but shook his hand, woo...
Poof!
Shi Miyuan ran into the corridor and fell down. There was a gun tip stuck in his back - this was broken off from the handle of the gun by Chu Pingsheng when he left the living room, in order to deal with Shi Miyuan. Make small moves.
The dignified Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, a generation of powerful ministers, died like this.
“丞……”
"Prime Minister."
"Prime Minister!"
"Prime Minister is missing."
At this moment, there was a faint sound of voices coming from the entrance of the secret room. The patrolling soldiers noticed something unusual and went to the living room to check and saw the body of Wu Qinglie, the life-chasing gun.
Chu Pingsheng knew it was time to leave. He held the sword in his hand that was suspected to be Yue Fei's relic, and scanned the famous calligraphy and paintings and rare treasures in the secret room. He shook his head, entered the east corridor, and walked forward quickly.
Yang Tiexin is a descendant of Yang Zaixing, who was Yue Fei's general. Perhaps his cheap father-in-law knew the origin of this sword.
(End of this chapter)