Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six: Prince Xiang Dies in Xiangyang City
In the courtyard of the Cheng'en Palace of Prince Xiang's Palace, Zhang Xianzhong stepped forward and grabbed Du'ao's hand, pulled him up the steps and said, "How can I have many mothers-in-law and mothers to chat with? It's better to discuss our important matters.
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He then asked: "Have you all eaten?"
General Ma Yuanli, who was standing with Pan Duao, replied: "We are waiting for the commander-in-chief to come back for dinner with Mr. Pan."
Zhang Xianzhong said: "Okay, bring the food quickly. I'm busy with work, and I'm hungry. Look at the good wine in this palace, go and get some! What is the military advisor doing? Why aren't you here yet?
?Does he have any relatives in Xiangyang City?"
Ma Yuanli replied: "Yang Sichang has accumulated a mountain of military resources in Xiangyang, and the treasures and grains in Prince Xiangyang's palace are also in huge stocks. The military adviser is afraid that the assigned generals will be inexperienced and may set fires or loot.
He personally led his reliable soldiers to inspect these places one by one, inspected and sealed the warehouses one by one, and assigned leaders to guard them.
He also assigned various leaders to search for the gold and silver treasures of the wealthy officials in various major towns, and he also planned to spend dozens of stones of food to provide relief to the hungry people inside and outside the city today, so he was so busy that he didn't even bother to eat breakfast."
Zhang Xianzhong nodded and said: "Damn, he is a good military advisor. He is a good military advisor. Send someone quickly to invite him back and have breakfast with me."
He turned to look at Pan Duao again, with a hint of dissatisfied ridicule in his eyes, and said: "Old Pan, good fellow, you are not as good as him. I know all the nonsense you said in front of Yang Sichang.
But don’t worry, the past is settled. We don’t care about little feet, and we will still use you as much as before. In the past year, you have been in prison and suffered crimes, and you can be regarded as our Lao Zhang’s
Things have been tough."
Pan Duao's eyelids were red. At first, his heart seemed to be lifted up in the air. It was not until he finished listening to Xian Zhong's words that he suddenly dropped.
He was ashamed and moved, and chirped: "When I first met Yang Sichang, I just wanted to deceive him with some words. It was not because I was afraid of death, but I just wanted to save my life for the commander-in-chief and provide it to the commander-in-chief again."
Handsome and charming.
As the saying goes: A mile away can tell the strength of a horse, and time can tell a person's heart. In Du'ao's lifetime, he will definitely..."
"No need to say it, no need to say it."
Zhang Xianzhong interrupted him with a smile and said: "It's a small matter. If we say it's written off, it's fine. Ah, Lao Xu, you're back well. I'm waiting for you to have breakfast!"
Zhang Xianzhong looked at military advisor Xu Yixian entering the courtyard, stamped his feet and said: "What a pity! What a pity! That old boy Wang Shuzeng escaped!"
Bai Wenxuan then continued: "When I came back, I passed by the county government office. The county magistrate Li Tianjue had been hanged inside, and the county seal was placed on the public record. I heard from his servant that he was afraid that we would kill the corpse, so before he died,
Handed over the county seal."
Zhang Xianzhong scolded: "As long as the public indignation is not high, I don't necessarily want to kill a small official with a big sesame. But Wang Shuzeng, an old boy, escaped, which is indeed a bit too easy for him!"
Xu Yixian had already met Pan Duao when he was seizing the gold, silver, treasures and grain in Prince Xiang's Mansion.
However, he didn't know what Zhang Xianzhong just said. In order to give Pan Duao some reassurance, he hurriedly took Pan's hand and said, "Old Pan, our commander-in-chief often misses you and always says
I have to try to rescue you, and I have indeed rescued you from prison today.
Our commander's two wives were fortunate enough to be taken care of by you in prison, and they are both very safe. This is a great contribution you have made."
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Zhang Xianzhong's breakfast was placed in the east side hall of Cheng'en Hall. Zhang Xianzhong first filled Pan Du'ao's glass and congratulated him on his safety. Pan Du'ao also gave Zhang Xianzhong a drink in return, congratulating him on his victory in Xiangyang. All the relatives and generals who were sitting with him also toasted together.
Zhang Xianzhong was very happy and asked everyone: "Guess what Yang Sichang will make next?"
The generals all talked about their conjectures. Anyway, Yang Sichang had no good moves to make, and now it seemed that Yang Sichang would most likely end up like Xiong Wencan.
Zhang Xianzhong turned to look at Pan Duao and said, "Old Pan, tell me?"
Pan Duao, however, calmly gave Zhang Xianzhong a smile before continuing: "In my opinion, Yang Sichang has exhausted all his wits and lost two famous cities and two close vassals. He will definitely commit suicide."
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Zhang Xianzhong was suddenly stunned and then said, "Ah? Please make it clear!"
Ma Yuanli continued: "Although Li Shuai killed the Ming vassal first and did it before us, Prince Xiang is also a prince."
Zhang Xianzhong suddenly said: "Although Prince Xiang is also a prince, Prince Fu is Chongzhen's biological uncle after all. Killing Prince Fu can relieve the hatred of the people and is more flavorful!"
After a moment of silence, he continued: "Okay, if we catch King Xiang, he is also a big pig. If Zicheng kills King Fu, Chongzhen may not kill Yang Sichang.
Let’s kill King Xiang. Yang Sichang is in charge of Xiangyang himself. How can Chongzhen not want his eight and a half kilograms? Let’s eat quickly, do things quickly, and send this old bastard King Xiang to the West!”
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After a hurried breakfast, Zhang Xianzhong ordered someone to place an imperial chair under the front porch of Cheng'en Hall. He sat down first, and then ordered Zhu Yiming, the king of Xiang, to be escorted and knelt at the foot of the steps.
King Xiang Zhu Yiming kowtowed and begged, "Please spare my life, grandpa Qiansui!"
But Zhang Xianzhong said with a smile: "Damn it, you are a Chitose, and now you call me Chitose! I don't want anything else from you. I will only lend you one thing today."
Zhu Yiming, the king of Xiang, asked with fear in his heart: "As long as Grandpa Chitose spares his life, not to mention borrowing a thing, the gold and silver treasures in the palace can be moved by Chitose."
Zhang Xianzhong sneered and said: "Humph, I have now occupied Xiangyang, and even your palace, how can you prevent me from moving it? I will not accept your empty favor! But there is only one thing, you must
You have to lend me some."
King Xiang Zhu Yiming didn't know the reason, so he said in a trembling voice: "I don't know what Qiansui wants. As long as the little palace has it, I will be willing to give it."
"I have it in the palace, so of course I don't need to borrow it from you. How about I lend you your head?" Zhang Xianzhong said as he rode on his war horse.
King Xiang Zhu Yiming hurriedly kowtowed and said: "I beg Qiansui Grandpa to spare your life! Spare your life!"
Zhang Xianzhong's eyes were full of cunning, and he said: "Just because of you, I don't have to kowtow and beg for mercy now. I originally wanted to kill Yang Sichang, but he is in Sichuan and I can't kill him, so I have to borrow
your head.
Although I chopped off your pig head today, Chongzhen might chop off his Yang Sichang's dog head. I'm busy today, don't talk nonsense, I'll borrow it right away."
After he finished speaking, he called to the soldiers: "Bring a bowl of wine quickly!"
A soldier immediately brought a bowl of the leftover wine from breakfast, and following Xianzhong's look, he brought the wine to King Xiang's side.
Zhang Xianzhong said with a smile: "King, please drink this bowl of wine to strengthen your courage. Go out of the west gate of the city and straighten your neck!"