C181 Treading Song(1)

When the bailiff saw the gazebo, he saw her pale face being supported by someone to drink medicine. The bailiff looked at her weak appearance and hesitated for a long time, not saying anything.

"Don't scare her." Fu Ting rolled his eyes at Zhu Hua and slowly said, "Little brother, don't be afraid. Brother Zhu is a good person, just speak louder." He then ordered Chang De to carry a block. "Sit down and talk."

"You can't sit anymore." Only then did the bailiff remember that he had come to wait for Fu Ting to save them: "His Majesty wants to kill those scholars. They are all tied up in the execution ground, please hurry up Lord Fu."

"Pfft! The medicine that he drank immediately sprayed out. This time, it was not an act. It was true. Emperor Zhou Wen actually issued an order to kill those scholars at this moment? The shock from Fu Ting was no small matter. He didn't dare to carry out such a blood debt in his scheme. "Quick, send me to the execution ground." He did not dare to pretend to be ill. He stretched out his legs and jumped off the bed.

Chang De crawled over and helped him put on his shoes. Second Winter quickly took his clothes and put them on. "Quickly prepare the carriage. Sir wants to go out."

"Prepare the horse, what carriage do you want to take?" Fu Tingzhi hurriedly ran for a few steps before he realized that he was still pretending to be sick. His legs went soft. "Let's take the carriage..." He collapsed on Zhu Hua's chest.

... "" Zhu Hua rolled his eyes. He half-supported and half-pulled the person into the car. He drove the car to the market entrance.

Sir Tai Jian had been waiting for a long time. It was almost time for the sun to rise. Why wasn't his savior here yet? He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "What the hell is this weather? It's so hot. " He pulled the advisor beside him and asked, "Do you think Lord Fu can come?"

The advisor was also perturbed." Sir Fu vomited blood that day. I heard that it was very bad these few days. I'm afraid today's matter cannot be allowed. "

As he spoke, it was unknown who among the group of book students shouted, "Faint monarch..." Anyway, it was going to be beheaded, so what was there to be afraid of? Instantly, the entire court was in an uproar. One after another, shrill cries rang out. The shouts caused Sir Tai Jian's scalp to go numb.

"What should we do, what should we do?" On the execution ground, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't possibly let someone shut his mouth, right? Besides, these people were wronged. They were truly wronged. Lord Taijian clearly knew that if he were to throw out the execution stick, he could forget about being a human for the rest of his life. He could only wait for others to scold him for his eight generations of ancestors.

Just as they were in a heated argument, a loud shout suddenly sounded, "Censor Fu Sifu has arrived!"

"Our savior is here." The official did not care about the official's prestige. He pulled his clothes, which were arranged nicely, and rushed down the execution platform. He bowed towards the carriage and said, "This official greets the Censor. Lord, you have finally arrived."

In an instant, the entire execution ground was silent. The curtain of the carriage opened and a man with no beard supported the man with a gray face and slowly moved out. "This official..." He panted for a while. "This official did not come late, right?"

"It's not late, it's not late. It's just right." Lord Tai Jian personally took the stool and set it up. "Lord Tai Jian, please leave the carriage."

"I won't get out of the car, I'm so tired." He deliberately tilted his body to the side and used the support to slowly support himself to sit beside the car: "I came today to ask a question."

"Master Fu, please ask."

"The Emperor asked if the civilians were willing to fight and the soldiers were willing to fight." Her voice was very soft, and many people could not hear her. Hence, those who heard her at the front turned around and told those behind her, "Today, I will also ask my fellow villagers, you... You are willing to fight a war "

His gaze swept across the area, and although no one dared to directly reply, naturally, they all shook their heads repeatedly. Fu Ting lowered his face and sighed as he shook his head. "Sigh..." He slowly extended his hand to support the car. His wide sleeve slid down, revealing a thin, white arm. She slowly pulled the trembling side of the car and stood up again. "This official understands. Perhaps this official was wrong."

With a miserable expression, she looked at the scholars who were kneeling and waiting for death. "Sir, without the new imperial order from His Majesty, you are not to be executed. This official will go and see His Majesty now. This official knows what to do." She bowed and returned to the carriage.

Of course, the scholar was saved. Everything was going according to the script of the Talisman Pavilion. In particular, saving the scholar at the end was a wonderful move, and it went much smoother than expected. Everything went according to plan. The Talisman Pavilion removed the huge burden in its heart and ate half a bowl of dinner.

The next day, when the Dali army was about to attack, they saw that the Dali City wall was covered with war exemption tokens. Great General Hu Lian drew his bow and shot out an arrow, "Our commander, Lord Fu Sifu, personally wrote it. Please present it to your general."

Ji Cheng immediately read the letter in front of the formation. After reading it, he ordered a ceasefire, but did not retreat. He still surrounded Dali. "Please report to Lord Fu that I have agreed to the peace talks. The timing and location will be arranged by him."

Another day, the Dali city gates opened. Great General Fu Sifu rode a black horse and held a silver spear, leading thousands of soldiers and generals to negotiate.

Great Zhou was the losing side. Even though the negotiations were supposed to be in the territory of the Great General, the imperial censor's letter mentioned that he was suffering from a serious illness and was afraid that he would not be able to endure the hard work of the horse and horse. He looked at the Great General with sympathy.

Of course, he had to be considerate. This time, Ji Cheng brought his troops into the city.

Before coming, the deputy generals were afraid of cheating and tried to dissuade him. They said, "That Emperor Zhou Wen is now a turtle in a jar. He can be captured just like that. There is no need to negotiate."