Back Off, Let Me Come

Su Shiyilu's expression changed again and again.

It finally settled into a gloomy and murderous moment.

After a while, he let out a heavy breath.

He said: "Yes, only the dead are no threat... The fifth prince and the seventh prince have shown their murderous intentions towards me, and I don't know which prince is standing behind them. As long as they want the throne, I will be a thorn in their side."

The most important thing is that he repeatedly persuaded the king to confirm the twelve princes as orthodox as soon as possible, weakening the power of other princes, and fundamentally offended them all. In the current situation, either he dies or they die.

The confidant's words exposed Su Shiyilu's long-standing worries and made him further determined.

"General, there is one more thing..."

The confidant wanted to speak but stopped.

Su Shiyilu said: "You can just say it."

A confidant expressed his worries: "What should I do if the king pursues the matter of marriage?"

After Su Shiyilu heard this, he was silent for a long time.

Why doesn't he know that this is troublesome?

According to his usual violent temper, he directly told the king that the fifth and seventh princes under his knees had become successful, sabotaged Shiwu's plan against the Geng Kingdom for his own benefit, and almost gave up his old life. Can be punished.

But at present, he has no ironclad evidence against the two of them, and there is no one left alive. He will hold the two adult princes to account based on the lines on the corpses. If one of them is not good, he will fall into passiveness, and even drag the queen and the twelfth prince. Get into the water.

At that time, the two princes bit back and questioned that Su Shiyilu was old and frail, and his abilities could not keep up with the current situation. He even failed to escort a weak woman to Shiwu for marriage. How could he have the dignity to hold a high position?

Even if it doesn't shake his position, it's still disgusting enough. Su Shiyilu asked: "What do you think?"

A confidant suggested in a low voice: "It is better to 'show weakness to the enemy'."

"Showing weakness to the enemy?" Su Shiyilu murmured and pondered.

The confidant said: "The way to use troops is to show them softness and meet them with strength, show them weakness and take advantage of them to make them strong. General, let me be disrespectful, the king is getting old too. He...he really wants to watch. A powerful minister like you, so wanton and tyrannical?"

"presumptuous!"

Su Shiyilu made a sharp sound in his mouth.

The momentum that hit him made his subordinates retreat repeatedly. Even though he saw the murderous intent flashing in Su Shiyilu's eyes, he still gritted his teeth and said: "No matter how strong the alpha wolf is, it can't withstand the passage of time and the aging of the body. For the current king, I mean, those princes are still young wolves who have not yet grown up. In comparison, you are the greatest threat! Has the general ever doubted the king?"

"You don't want to live anymore?"

Su Shiyilu had murderous intentions but did not take action.

Because the confidant really hit him where it hurts.

When King Shiwu was in his prime, he was confident that he could suppress Su Shiyilu. He didn't care how powerful or arrogant this "brother" was. The two of them joined forces and swept through all the Shiwu tribes. But, he is old!

Once a person gets older, not only his physical condition declines, but also his "confidence", which will gradually simmer and turn into suspicion, longing for the "security" that he once dismissed. The words of my confidant are really shocking...

The person behind the two princes... why can't it be King Shiwu who has long been indifferent to the public?

If so, many doubts can be explained.

However, Su Shiyilu refused to believe it.

The confidant took the opportunity to kneel down and express his loyalty: "General, you saved my life from the dead. No matter how you deal with it, I will never complain a word. But for the sake of the general, I will always have to say something that is offensive to my ears." Someone say it!”

"What is this..." Looking at his confidant with a sincere look on his face, he had many words that he could not say. After a while, he raised his hand and waved, "You go down, I will think about this again..."

"only!"

The confidants took the lead.

Su Shiyilu was left alone, reminiscing about the friendship between monarch and minister that may have been ravaged by time and slowly deteriorated.

When he walked out of the camp, his confidants were already breaking out in a cold sweat.

He almost thought Su Shiyilu would kill him just now. After all, as long as he followed Su Shiyilu for a while, he would know how loyal this boss was to the king. Telling the other person this is much more serious than stealing the other person's father.

"Still alive..."

He touched his neck.

It took several times before I was convinced that I was still alive.

The confidant returned to the camp with countless fears. He did not do anything else, but went to see another person for the first time - a scribe, to be precise, the weirdo he rescued. Although this person is shabby and has many rules, he does have two brushes. The confidant also relied on this person's advice several times to climb to the position of confidant, and his official career was as smooth as if he had been cheated.

These remarks were also told to him by the other party.

"Have you fallen asleep, sir?"

The tent was brightly lit with candles.

A male voice came: "Not yet, come in."

As soon as the confidant came in, he complained: "Sir, you almost hurt me this time. You didn't see the scene just now. The general almost killed me..."

The man smiled and poured a cup of tea.

He teased: "Isn't this still death?"

The confidant said worriedly: "If you don't kill me this time, there is no guarantee that he will kill me next time he thinks about it. The general is famous for his loyalty, let alone his subordinates, even if his son says something bad about the king, he will be punished." He lost half his life."

He hesitated for a long time and did not dare to say those words.

The man said: "Loyalty? It used to be true, but people's hearts are the most fickle things. Look, you said so many treacherous and unethical things, but your general still didn't touch a hair on your head? It can be seen that his heart has changed. ”

My confidants thought about it and agreed.

The man raised his tea cup and said to him: "I am using tea instead of wine. Congratulations on your success in the future."

The confidants feel happy when they hear the words.

It's like eating a big pile of ice cream in the dog days of summer.

"Hahaha, this is all thanks to Mr.'s clever planning."

Confidants also dare not take credit alone.

The two of them flattered each other and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Before he left, his confidant asked someone to give the gentleman hundreds of taels of gold as a gift. This gentleman looks aloof, but in his heart he likes yellow and white vulgar things the most. This also saves trouble, as you don’t have to think too hard about what this person likes.

Looking at the neat gold ingots, the scribe rubbed them one by one, as if admiring some rare treasure. After a long while, he put them down one by one, stood up and walked out of the tent. He looked at the moonlight solemnly and lost his mind, his brows sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed.

After a while, there was a sigh in the air.

"Your life-saving grace will be repaid to me."

The moonlight was silent and no one answered.

The scribe chuckled.

Turn around and go back to the camp, put out the pen and ink, pick up the pen, absorb the ink, and put it down. An article takes shape as time goes by.

After finishing writing, the scribe admired it for a moment.

He murmured with emotion: "If you read it, you would probably say - it's well written, but it's a pity that it's a memorial article..."

【Memorial to my dear friend Anwen】