Human nature is so strange. Just now Wang Mi kept saying to leave a way for him to survive. It was obviously for his own good, but Yang Ding didn't appreciate it.
Now that he was talking about taking the initiative to die, he became energetic. His whole body seemed to be full of chicken blood and he was extremely excited.
His originally red face was swollen by the blood, and became even redder and more intense, as if he could let the Jin army kill him, and Yang Ding would become a loyal minister and good general of Di Qin.
"Don't get too complacent too early. You won't be rampant for long. When the army of the King of Heaven arrives, they will definitely sweep you all away. The Sima clan of Choujin will bow down and bow to you!"
Well, Wang Mi also agreed with what he said. The Jin Dynasty of the Sima family was indeed very ugly and should have fallen long ago.
If Fu Jian could really seize Jiankang and capture Sima Yao alive, I believe that with Sima Yao's urine, he would definitely proclaim his vassalship with a smile, without any hesitation.
The question is, does Fu Jian have this ability?
"If Fu Jian knew that you were so loyal and knowledgeable, he would definitely be very pleased." Wang Miyan said with a smile.
"What did you say?"
"How dare you curse my king!"
Wang Mi's words were like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears. Yang Ding immediately panicked, and the situation of his colleagues in the Jin army was not much better.
They all looked baffled.
The rumor maker, Wang Shilang, was very leisurely, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table.
"General Yang, you are too ill-informed. This matter has been spread all over the country from east to west, and you still don't know about it."
"Don't even think about it. The situation on this line from Xiangyang to Nanyang is so tense. It's impossible for Fu Jian in Chang'an City not to know about it. But why has he not taken action yet?"
"With Fu Jian's personality, he has always put conquest first. Things that can be solved by fighting are not difficult problems."
"But the Qin soldiers lost two or three cities one after another. Why did Fu Jian in Chang'an do nothing?"
"Think about it with the head on your neck, is this normal?"
"Zhiyuan, are you saying that Fu Jian, the leader of the pseudo-Qin Kingdom, is...he is dead?" Others can keep their composure, but Mr. Huan Chong cannot keep his temper.
This old man is really a good supporter. With him here, Wang Mi no longer has to doubt that he can make this fake show more realistic.
"General Huan, of course, the city of Chang'an is in chaos, and all the major tribes are revolting. If Fu Jian is still alive, how could he not come out to take charge of the situation?"
"And we all know that the chaos in Chang'an City has lasted for at least several days. All kinds of chaos indicate that great changes must have occurred in Chang'an City, leaving the Qin army without a leader."
"General Yang is loyal and brave, and I admire him very much. However, it may be impossible for you to wait for the Qin army to come to your aid."
"impossible!"
"This is absolutely impossible!"
The sudden bad news knocked Yang Ding down with a punch. With strong legs, he knelt down and finally saw the truth clearly.
In the past few days, Yang Ding has sent letters to Chang'an City many times, asking for the next strategy. He also told the threats to Nanyang City clearly. However, one letter after another was sent out, but nothing happened.
No news.
There was no reply to the letters sent out, and no orders were sent from Chang'an City. Yang Ding climbed up to the tower every day and looked north as hard as he could. Not to mention the dust from the army, he did not see even a flag of Di Qin.
In those days, Yang Ding's mood could only be described as uneasy. Wang Mi's words finally made a big stone fall from his heart.
It turns out...it turns out that the reason why he couldn't wait for reinforcements or reply to his letter was because Fu Jian suddenly suffered a misfortune.
He has already knelt down, which means that he has agreed with Wang Mi's words in his heart, but he refuses to admit defeat no matter what he says.
"You lied to me!"
"You have been operating on the front line in Xinye and Xiangyang. How did you know about the news that we have not received?"
So smart, so smart. Although the situation was unfavorable, Yang Ding was still not ready to stop resisting. He was still a general after all, so he thought of an excuse in a flash of his mind.
It also makes sense. Judging from the positions of the Qin and Jin armies, the Qin army is in front and the Jin army is behind.
The Qin army didn't get the news, so how did the Jin army know about it?
This is absolutely a lie!
"General Yang, you haven't received news from Chang'an City for a long time."
Mr. Huan chuckled, and his expression suddenly turned serious: Come on, Zhiyuan even knows this, he is truly a god!
Awesome!
A man of God indeed!
Yang Ding gritted his teeth and refused to speak, but Wang Mi felt confident, hehe, he was right again.
"It's normal to have no news. It's not that Qin Ting doesn't want to send you news, it's that they can't send you news."
"They still need to rely on you brothers to stabilize the situation in Jiangbei. If even you know that the Qin court is in chaos, several cities in Jiangbei will be defeated by our army one by one."
"General Yang, you should understand when I say this."
Wang Mi yelled at General Yang in joy. Under his pressing step by step, Yang Ding completely collapsed and collapsed on the ground crying.
Look, another one has jumped onto the street. Without Wang Mi taking action, this person is no different from a walking zombie.
Pull it away quickly, don't get in the way of your eyes.
After all, none of the Jin army generals in this wing really wanted to execute Yang Ding.
This is alive!
The living General Di Qin was of a very high rank. How could he be allowed to die so easily? It was such a waste!
Everyone needs some fresh stimulation, and Emperor Sima Yao is no exception.
During the Battle of Xiangyang, Beifu soldiers had already donated two heads to him, Fu Rui and Liang Cheng, both of whom were among the top figures in the Di Qin court.
Nowadays, the heads of enemy generals were less attractive to Sima Yao and he was no longer interested. On the contrary, the heads of enemy generals were captured alive, and Wang Mi didn't have any of them in his account at present.
Everyone figured out that Yang Ding was a high-ranking general and had a name within Di Qin. If such a living creature was brought to Sima Yao's eyes, maybe they would get more rewards.
"But Zhiyuan, is the pseudo-Qin leader Fu Jian really dead?"
Huan Yi's eyes deeply reflected that he didn't believe a word of what Wang Mi just said.
"No way!"
"Could it be that Fu Jian is not dead?" Mr. Huan's outlook on life was greatly impacted. It's OK to be deceived once, but it's not good.
"Wild King, there is no need to make this matter clear."
"So, you are only piecing together things based on the informants' reports, and you cannot be sure about Fu Jian's situation." Huan Yi nodded, finally figuring out the matter.
From just now, he had a vague feeling that Wang Mi was a little too confident when he mentioned the news of Fu Jian's death.
Wang Mi often speaks briskly, but in fact he is a very rigorous person. He will never fight an unprepared battle, let alone release unconfirmed news without any hindrance.
Does Wang Mi have special information channels?
Absolutely impossible!
On the day they arrived in Xinye, all the news about Chang'an City was told to Wang Mi by Huan Yi and others. It can be seen that he had no special source of information.
There is only one possibility. The so-called death of Fu Jian was simply fabricated by Wang Mi in order to confuse Yang Ding and cause him to completely collapse.
"I can't say for sure whether Fu Jian is alive or dead now, but from Yang Ding's answer, we can also determine a lot of information."
"This information will be of great use to our future offensive strategies."
"information?"
"What's the message? Why didn't I hear it?"
Mr. Huan had always been half-hearted, so of course he couldn't hear anything. Wang Mi stood up, walked slowly, and spoke his thoughts.
"Yang Ding has just admitted that he has not received news from Chang'an City for a long time, and there is no trace of Di Qin supporting Jiangbei these days. This confirms the news from our informants."
"Chang'an City is indeed in chaos, so chaotic that no one has responded to the letters sent by Yang Ding, the guard of Nanyang County."
"This shows that even their royal family within Di Qin is no longer able to handle affairs normally, which makes Yang Ding's hopes come to nothing."
"In other words, through Yang Ding's answer, we can prove that Fu Jian is indeed dead, or at least terminally ill."
Huan Yi is indeed the smartest among the generals in Jingzhou, and he can tell the truth.
"Indeed."
"Yang Ding has now become our prisoner. If we want him to live, he will live. If we want him to die, he will never survive."
"Logically speaking, this man is of no use to us. There is nothing wrong with sending him to reunite with his brother."
"Now that we have finally dug out some useful information from him, Yang Ding can survive."
"As for how to deal with this person in the end, it will be left to your Majesty. I think your Majesty will be very happy."
In terms of thoughtfulness, Wang Zhiyuan still had to look to Wang Zhiyuan. The topic returned to the court. Before anyone else thought of Sima Yao, he had already thought of a gift for Sima Yao.
I wonder, when the army returns to the court and sends Yang Ding to the court, should I tie a pink bow on him so that Sima Yao can accept it?
Thinking of Sima Yao, Wang Mi thought of the empty money bag of old Sima's family. They were so poor! How sad!
In the Jin Dynasty, the treasury did not exist, and the Sima family's small treasury also did not exist.
Although the Sima family's personal supply of food and clothing can still be guaranteed to a high standard, if they want to have inventory, it is out of the question.
Money has always come and gone, spent as much as it comes, with nothing left behind.
Unless the Sima family doesn't want to keep a small treasury, the amount of money that can flow to Sima Yao from various places controlled by the big family is really pitiful.
The emperor's own expenses are not enough, how can he save money?
Thinking back to the Jiankang court, I wonder how old Xie An is doing...
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Jiankang City, Wuyi Lane.
In Xie Anshi's mansion, which is large in scale and beautiful in scenery, the green dwarf bamboo forest and the green pool water reflect a young face.
He has a round face, an upturned mouth, and is always smiling. Anyone who sees him will always feel a natural sense of closeness to him unconsciously.
It's a pity that now this beaming mouth is drooping, and even if it is squeezed, it can't squeeze out a smile.
"I've kept Dr. He waiting for a long time. Please come this way."
Xie An's personal little book boy Xie Xiang finally appeared at the lakeside. He Mai, who succeeded He Wuji as Dr. Guozi, had been waiting here for a long time.
Mr. Xie has always been very arrogant. Even if He Mai was asked to wait for a stick of incense, he would not say anything even if he was asked to wait for several hours.
Thinking of the days when he was doing business in Jingkou, this little grievance was nothing to He Mai.
Since He Mai is a young man with a broad mind, why did he stand by the pond with a frown on his face? When he saw Xie Xiang, he couldn't even put on a professional fake smile?
In fact, Xie An's invitation came too suddenly. He Mai was completely unprepared and secretly speculated that the old man Xie An must have been holding back something bad before inviting him to Wuyi Lane.
Is it possible that you can enter the Xie family mansion with its deep courtyard if you want?
Let’s not talk about the past, let’s just say that now there are a lot of officials, think tanks and staff waiting in front of the Xie Mansion.
Many of them have better family status than He Mai, and their official positions are several levels higher. However, they can't even see a single heel of Xie An, let alone others.
However, less than three months after entering the court for the first time, He Mai, who was born in the He family of Lujiang on the fringes of the aristocratic family, actually received this honor.
I have to say, this is really a scary thing.
Could it be that Xie Anhui had a sharp eye and immediately saw He Mai's extraordinary qualities?
Or is he wise enough to not let a young talent like He Mai stay by Sima Yao's side and live in confusion?
With this question in mind, He Mai followed Xie Xiang and walked quickly, and finally met Xie An himself in a cool breeze hall located on a high platform.
"Dr. He, I really feel sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." Xie stroked his beard and smiled slightly.
The more polite you are, the more it means there is something wrong in your heart. He Mai took a deep breath and was prepared to deal with it.
Perhaps Xie An didn't know He Mai's background so clearly. If he had known how eloquent He Xiaolang was in Beijing, he probably wouldn't have invited him here.
"Mr. Xie's words are serious. I am really flattered to be summoned by Mr. Xie when I first entered the official career. I hope that Mr. Xie can give me more guidance in the future so that I can avoid detours."
The Liangfeng Hall chosen by Xie An was indeed filled with cool breezes, which made He Mai's heart freeze. Lao Xie said nothing, so he could only wait patiently.
If he had followed his original character, he would have figured it out a long time ago by making some insinuations, but now that he was facing Xie An, it was better to hold back on his attentive energy.
After waiting for a moment, Lao Xie finally returned his gaze to He Mai.
"I heard that Dr. He has a close relationship with my virtuous son-in-law. Is this possible?"
He Mai's heart skipped a beat, he was really afraid that something might happen, so he quickly agreed: "That's what Mr. Xie said."
"We have known each other since Jingkou. Along the way, the younger generation has been taken care of by Zhiyuan. We have a really good relationship."
Xie An had many eyes and ears in the court, and they, several young people from Jingkou, often met in Jiankang and did not shy away from others. Now that Xie An asked, there was no need to hide anything.