"Qin Yang! You bastard, a traitor and lackey! The murderer of a great teacher! A treacherous villain who usurps power and seizes the throne!...Ah! Oops!..." The Chinese army's tent was silent, and there was a "crackling" sound outside the tent.
The sounds of military sticks, yells, and screams were extremely clear.
"You have a tough mouth, Huang Long! It's up to you to shut up this kid!" Qin Yang was impatient and waved his hand. He knew that no one was more suitable to do this kind of thing than Huang Long, a guy with a knife hidden in his smile.
"Your Highness, you can bring it up." After a while, the outside of the camp gradually became quiet, and Huang Long walked into the tent with a smile.
"Bring it up!" Qin Yang nodded, obviously very satisfied with Huang Long's efficiency.
The curtain of the Chinese army's big tent was lifted, and two soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army walked into the big tent carrying a pale-faced young man with a bloody lower body. The cold wind poured in, and the lights in the big tent swayed unsteadily.
"May I have your name?"
"Huh! The traitor and traitor don't deserve to know!" Although the young man is not a fighter, he does appear to be very tough in the Chinese army tent surrounded by fighters. Faced with Qin Yang's question, he actually answered Qin Yang's question proudly.
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"Boy, His Highness Prince Ming is asking for your name. You'd better be honest..." Huang Long's sinister voice came to the young man's ears.
I don't know what Huang Long did to the young man outside the tent. When Huang Long's voice sounded, the young man's face suddenly turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, he finally muttered in a low voice: "Young master Huang Jinjun Liao Hua! Want to
If you kill, you will kill. If anyone uses dirty and vicious tricks, he is not considered a hero!"
"Liao Hua?!" Qin Yang's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that the person he had just beaten was Liao Hua, who had been among the legends all his life and had never achieved anything famous?!
"Liao Hua, do you know why I want to hit you?" Qin Yang said lightly.
"I don't know."
"Asshole!" Qin Yang stood up and said, "I am the descendant of the Great Sage and the Supreme Commander of the Yellow Turban Army. Even the Holy Girl of the Yellow Turban Sect is under my... uh... command! Even though you bear the decree of the Holy Girl.
I can only go in to deliver the order, but how dare you ignore the Lord, ignore the superior and the inferior, and utter arrogant words! Beating you is a light punishment! If I had followed my previous temper, I would have chopped you into pieces!"
Although what Qin Yang said was nondescript, the majesty of the Yellow Turban King was also impressive. However, Liao Hua didn't seem to accept Qin Yang's tactics at all. After Qin Yang got angry, Liao Hua also raised his head and said: "The descendant of a great sage and good teacher?
Why haven't I heard of it? You claim to be the supreme commander of the Yellow Turban Army, but you accepted the imperial court's recruitment and became a lackey of the imperial court! What kind of commander are you? As we all know, the great virtuous teacher has no children, where did the young master come from? I'm afraid you, the Yellow Turban,
Prince Ming is also self-proclaimed!"
Liao Hua's words caught Qin Yang off guard. At first glance, everything Liao Hua said made sense. The Yellow Turban Army rose up under the leadership of Zhang Jiao, originally to overthrow the Han Empire and rebuild the Taiping world, and Zhang Jiao did.
He has no children... The most important thing is that Qin Yang, the title of the Yellow Turban Ming King, is indeed his own.
"Oh no! You're quite eloquent! Believe it or not, I'll chop you up right now!" Qin Yang was speechless for a moment. There were many things that even he couldn't explain, let alone refute.
Unexpectedly, Liao Hua was also a tough guy. At this time, he had already given up and shouted loudly in the Chinese army's tent: "Soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army! You must not be deceived by this kid. The great virtuous master has no heirs at all.
, he is usurping the throne and a traitor seeking power! He is a lackey of the imperial court! He will lead our Yellow Turban Army to a dead end!... Ugh!"
A piece of sticky mud tightly blocked Liao Hua's mouth. After Liao Hua calmed down, Ma Yuanyi shook off the mud and said with a frown: "Liao Hua, don't talk nonsense. His Highness Prince Ming is indeed our young master, the son of a great virtuous teacher.
All our generals here can testify to this!”
"That's right! When I was following the great virtuous master to preach, I even played with the young master!"
"Yes, although we haven't seen each other for many years, we clearly remember the appearance of the young master."...
Most of the Yellow Turban generals in the camp followed Zhang Jue when he went out to preach. At this time, you were so precise in your words that you made Liao Hua speechless for a while. After all, Liao Hua was speechless.
I am only seventeen or eighteen years old now, and I am not a senior member of the Yellow Turban Army. I was a little confused for a while. Are all the Yellow Turban generals in Hanzhong lying to me?!
"Is His Royal Highness Prince Ming really the heir of Master?" Zhang Baiqi stood aside in silence for a moment and whispered in Zhang Mancheng's ear.
Zhang Mancheng glanced at Zhang Baiqi in surprise and said: "Of course it is true. I was beside him when His Highness met the Master, but I heard with my own ears that His Highness and the Master and his son recognized each other, and His Highness even summoned the Yellow Turban with his own hands.
Lux..."
"How could this happen..." Zhang Baiqi frowned and remained silent. He was older than Zhang Mancheng and Zhang Ning, but he never knew that Zhang Jiao had a biological child besides their three disciples.
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"Listen, listen! I think you have been completely brainwashed by those rebels! You can't even tell the truth from lies! Alas, you call yourself a loyal and loyal member of the Yellow Turban Army in vain..."
With the evidence from Ma Yuanyi and other generals, Qin Yang immediately became energetic and spoke earnestly and heartbrokenly to Liao Hua.
"Brainwashing?!" Like a sharp flash, a thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Baiqi's mind. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Qin Yang, with deep fear in his eyes.
"Even...even if you are the flesh and blood of a great virtuous master, so what?" Liao Hua was silent for a moment and still argued vehemently: "In our Yellow Turban Army, there has never been a father who said goodbye to his son. You have neither military merit nor reputation, so why do you do it?
Are you going to take the throne? Although the Lord of the Land and the General of the People are no longer here, our Saint Saint is still there, as are Zhang Baiqi and Zhang Mancheng, the Qu Commanders. Why is it your turn? You clearly accepted the imperial court’s orders.
Bewitched and seek power to usurp the throne!"
Liao Hua's voice became louder and louder, and there was another silence in the big tent. Although after the Xiangcheng Battle, Qin Yang's reputation among the Yellow Turban Army was not the same as before. But in the end, the Yellow Turban Army still accepted the empire.
In order to recruit people, Qin Yang accepted the imperial title. Regarding this matter, the generals in the army still had some complaints in their hearts.
Qin Yang couldn't help but feel angry when he saw Liao Hua insisting on arguing. He snorted coldly. He reached out and took out a bright yellow brocade book from his arms and raised it high above his head.
"Liao Hua! The great virtuous master's coffin is still in the army. In front of the great virtuous master's spirit in heaven, tell me what this is!"
All the eyes in the big tent were immediately focused on the brocade book on Qin Yang's right hand with splendid clouds printed on the back. One word appeared in the hearts of all the Yellow Turban generals, "Yellow Turban Decree"!
"It reaches the snowy mountains in the north, the barbarians in the west, the sea in the east, and the wilderness in the south! In the whole world, all members of my religion who see my decrees must obey my orders!" Qin Yang's face was solemn, his voice was low, and the whole tent was silent.
"I will obey the orders of the Great Sage Master!"
"I will obey the Yellow Turban decree!"
All the Yellow Turban generals in the camp, including Liao Hua, all bowed in unison to the Yellow Turban decree. The Yellow Turban decree only appeared twice in the history of the Yellow Turban Army. The first time was when Zhang Jiao canonized Zhang Ning as the Saint of the Yellow Turban Religion.
When offering sacrifices to Huang Tian, Zhang Jiao issued a second proclamation and stood up. In Qin Yang's hand was the third and last Yellow Turban Decree in the entire Yellow Turban Army.
"I didn't expect this thing to be so effective..." Qin Yang muttered to himself when he saw everyone's faces. When Zhang Jiao solemnly handed over the Yellow Turban decree to Qin Yang, he had dismissed it, but he never thought that he would send one today.
Of great use.
"Your Highness! The guilty minister Liao Hua visited His Highness the Yellow Turban King Ming! Liao Hua was deceived by an adulterer and attacked His Highness King Ming. He deserves death! Today, Liao Hua finally learned the truth and will die without any regrets!" After seeing the Yellow Turban decree, Liao Hua no longer had any doubts.
He knelt on his knees and bowed to Qin Yang.
"Get up..." Qin Yang put away the yellow scarf decree, lifted up Liao Hua with both hands and looked gentle. Although Liao Hua contradicted him with rude words, after all, Liao Hua is also a celebrity in the Three Kingdoms, and being able to calm people down is more precious than killing people. Qin Yang still understands this truth
of.
"Your Highness..." Liao Hua burst into tears of gratitude. He had already forgotten Qin Yang's age at this time. His eyes were filled with tears and he was inexplicably excited.
"He who does not know is not guilty. Didn't you bring Zhang Ning's edict? Read it out and we will listen." Qin Yang smiled and patted Liao Hua on the shoulder.
"Yes..." Liao Hua nodded, took a deep breath, took out a yellow scroll from his arms and slowly unfolded it.
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