"I also want to show our sworn attitude towards the traitors and the Qingtang barbarians in front of those red-clothed envoys. Who knew that the head would be able to bite me after it was chopped off?"
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Prince Dongchuan was filled with grievances.
After a pause, he gritted his teeth again and guessed with a fierce look in his eyes: "Father, do you think this matter has anything to do with those red-clothed envoys?"
Dongchuan Hou laughed angrily and said with hatred: "What does it have to do with them? Did they force you to kick the head, or did they collude with Qingtang and set up a trap for you to go in?"
Diamond? I've told you more than once that you can't let your own happiness and anger influence your judgment of things. This time, it was obviously Qingtang who did it. They wanted to kill you to anger me. Even if you are safe today
If nothing happens, they will continue the assassination elsewhere."
Dongchuan Hou Shizi asked in confusion: "But why do they do this? Killing me to anger you will not break our agreement with them? Do they really want to fight with us?"
Marquis Dongchuan sneered and said: "Promises like this can be thrown away at any time. Aren't we planning to give Qingtang a hard blow when they become careless? Raising bandits is self-respecting, hum.
If that bandit is bigger than us, he will eat his master! The Qingtang side must be planning something else, otherwise, they would not have first sent a few hundred-man troops to sneak into Yizhou, and then sent another
The Qingtang wizard has poisoned our food and grass... It seems that the new Qingtang King is not satisfied with lending our sword to help him eliminate the disobedient tribes, but also wants to provoke me into raising an army out of anger, okay?
He ambushed me on the way so that he could step on my bones and establish his authority. I used to think that this man didn’t look like the old Qingtang King. Now I see that he is indeed the son of the old Qingtang King, but he can’t support his family.
A wolf cub! It’s you, the more I look at you, the more I feel that you don’t look like my son, and you haven’t inherited any of my shrewdness!”
Dongchuan Hou Shizi said in his heart: If I am your son, don't you know if you ask my mother?
However, after careful consideration, he felt that his father's analysis made sense. He gritted his teeth and said, "Those who are not from my race must have different minds. This is indeed true...Father, how do you plan to deal with this matter?"
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"Of course I want to avenge you! You have suffered such a big loss. If I don't take revenge, how can I relieve the hatred in my heart? And with Qingtang's character, once we show weakness, they will become more arrogant and eventually get rid of us.
They poop and pee on their heads. Therefore, this revenge must be avenged. Only by beating them painfully can they be obedient and be used by us. To raise the bandits to respect themselves, naturally they must be obedient, otherwise it is like feeding tigers with their bodies.
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When Dongchuan Hou said this, he glanced at his son and ordered: "Until the revenge is successful, you stay in the mansion, don't go anywhere, and don't see anyone outside the mansion. I will announce that you are dead.
Only in this way will Qingtang believe that I am really raising an army out of anger. At that time, it will depend on whether they can step on me and become famous, or whether I will turn around and swallow them whole!"
Dongchuan Hou Shizi was stunned. He never thought that he was still alive and well, but he was about to die.
But he knew that this was his father's plan. He did not dare to violate it and had no way to violate it. He could only say "yes".
Dongchuan Hou patted him on the shoulder and said: "I know that you have hatred for those red-clothed messengers, but they are still useful to me and cannot kill people for the time being. But I will let them search for the Qingtang wizard.
, this is their duty, just let them have a dog-eat-dog fight with Qingtang. With the strange and strange skills of Qingtang wizards, even if these red-clothed envoys do not die, they will still hurt a few, just in time to resolve their hatred with you. And they have
If there are casualties or casualties, I can only blame myself for my limited abilities and incompetence, but I cannot blame us."
Prince Dongchuan was overjoyed when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "Thank you very much, father. It is indeed my father's arrangement, and it is even more sophisticated!"
"Learn a little bit. The ways of generalship and tactics cannot be mastered by just reading a few books. You still have a long way to go." Marquis Dongchuan lectured with a straight face.
Then, he glanced at his son's wasted leg, feeling a little distressed, and comforted: "As for your leg, don't be too sad. I heard that there is witchcraft over Qingtang that can make flesh and bones white. Wait.
I'll conquer them and find you the best wizard to help you grow a new leg!"
No matter what Prince Dongchuan Hou was thinking in his heart at this moment, he had to brace himself up and say thank you.
"Okay, just keep practicing. Liao Tixue has been waiting for me for a long time, and those red-clothed envoys should be here too. I have to go out and see them."
After saying these words, Hou Dongchuan turned around and left, leaving Prince Dongchuan lying on the bed with a gloomy expression.
When they arrived at the reception room, Marquis Dongchuan did not see Liao Tixue and Qin Qiaoer immediately.
He first called a few soldiers who had followed his son and asked in detail about today's incident.
Although Marquis Dongchuan had learned about these experiences in detail from his son before, he still wanted to ask these soldiers again.
It's not that he suspected his son of lying, but he didn't want his son's subjective description to affect his analysis and judgment of the incident, so he wanted to ask a few more people for comparison.
After interrogating these soldiers, Dongchuan Hou pondered for a moment, and was basically sure that his judgment was correct. Then he summoned the confidant general responsible for Ye Bu Sui and asked: "Ma Chao, Ye Bu Sui under your command, follow me."
Did those red-clothed envoys find anything strange?"
Ma Chao stood respectfully and said: "When I return to the Marquis, everything else is normal. There is an envoy in red who went to the City God's Temple and the Confucian Temple after the little Marquis' accident."
"What are you going to do at the City God's Temple and the Confucian Temple?" Marquis Dongchuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Send incense."
Marquis Dongchuan was stunned for a moment and asked: "Just offering incense? Isn't it a secret connection with them?"
Ma Chao replied: "At first, we also suspected whether he was contacting a hidden line, but after watching the two places for a long time, no suspicious person was found. However, we feel that the matter should not be that simple."
Dongchuan Hou's face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Since you know that the matter is not simple, then go and investigate for me and find out what he wanted to do when he went to these two temples! He can't just ask for the blessing of the City God and the Saint Kong.
Right? He is a messenger in red clothes, and he does not take the exam to be a scholar. Why should he worship the Confucius? As for the city god, if he really had a spirit, I should have been dragged to hell long ago! And how did these messengers in red clothes imitate Liao Ti?
Those who are online must also check it out for me."
"The general will obey your orders!"
Ma Chao felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat. He didn't dare to say any more words and hurriedly handed over his orders.
Marquis Dongchuan waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
When Ma Chao left, he rubbed his face, and his originally sinister expression immediately turned into grief, helplessness and weakness, as if his son had really died.
At this moment, he was no longer the Marquis of Dongchuan, but a poor old man who had experienced the pain of losing his son.
Then, he asked his men to invite Liao Tixue and Qin Qiaoer in.