He does not seek favor or fame
After two consecutive distractions to help, the gray-robed Yanshi was finally completely suppressed by Fang Xingfei and Fang Cun.
Fang Cun took a step forward and just shook his head, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes: "Senior, I gave you a chance."
The gray-robed Yanshi laughed coldly, "Opportunity? It's just an excuse for the Fang family."
Fang Cun only sighed softly, his tone a mixture of sarcasm and pity: "Senior, if you really want to know the past, read less of those distorted history books. Go back to the Fang family and read a few more pages of the secret archives, and you'll know—"
"The current Nanfu Xiao family is nothing more than a cover for Fang Weian to deceive the public."
"Fang Weian didn't keep the real royal family with him. He sent the royal family he saved to Yinshu."
Fang Cun looked directly at the gray-robed Yanshi and said word by word: "The orthodox lineage of the Xiao family is in Yinshu."
He paused, revealing a hint of almost cold sarcasm: "Xiao Jingyuan has nothing to do with you. You even chose the wrong person for your own'unfilial descendants'."
Fang Xingfei took a nonchalant step forward, his eyes fixed on the gray-robed Yanshi. His tone remained contemptuous, "To aid the Barbarian King, disrupt a thousand-man formation, and unleash such a powerful dream manipulation technique, the cost must have been considerable, right?"
He said jokingly, "How to crack and deal with dream manipulation techniques, unfortunately, I have also studied it for many years."
Before he finished speaking, a formation pattern appeared under Fang Xingfei's feet, as if ink was suddenly spread out, and an imperceptible circle of light quietly expanded within a radius of hundreds of miles.
The gray-robed Yanshi frowned, realizing something was wrong, but it was already half a step too late.
——It’s backlash.
Fang Xingfei chuckled softly, "This technique can backfire. You've manipulated and spied on so many people, but have you ever entered a dream yourself?"
The moment the spell was completed, the gray-robed Yanshi paused slightly, the surrounding scene suddenly turned upside down, the skylight distorted, and the formation tilted.
In that illusion, something shattered, like broken glass, with scattered glints reflected in his consciousness.
He saw that the wind was howling in the Xishan Palace.
Everyone was startled and scattered, leaving only the young man who dismounted and stood in front of him.
The guard held the sword in one hand, and there were hundreds of assassins, so it was difficult for them to cross the line.
The courage of one man is greater than that of ten thousand men.
When the fighting stopped, Fang Weian knelt on one knee and asked, "How is your highness?"
The scenery changes and the objects change. In front of Xuande Hall, the sudden rain has just stopped.
The court officials were noisy and discussed matters until late at night. He angered the right prime minister and was attacked by his disciples.
Fang Wei'an picked up the man and threw him onto the stone steps. The sound of broken bones was like rain falling on the eaves.
The court officials were shocked.
He walked down the stairs, without trying to dissuade or stop her, and only said softly, "You were too harsh."
Fang Weian said calmly: "Yes."
That was a shadow that never disappeared beside him.
Stand aside during the banquet, stay by the side when walking, and take the lead in times of danger.
A year later, he recommended Fang Weian to take the military examination. No one in the court objected and he was praised.
No one wants such a troublesome guy to follow him all the time.
At that time, no one thought that Fang Weian, who left the protection of the palace, would be a bigger trouble.
He was first appointed as a captain, and he quelled the rebellion in thirty days; then he was appointed as a deputy commander, and captured three cities in one month.
But Fang Wei'an not only fought wars, he also killed corrupt officials, eliminated corrupt officials, raided the homes of prominent families, and distributed food to the people.
The impeachment memorials piled up three feet high on the imperial desk, and all the memorials in the hall pointed at one person.
But the emperor did not speak.
The court was full of criticisms, all of which were blocked by Fang Weian out of his sight.
Even if Fang Weian found someone who shouldn't be touched, he would just give a mild reprimand.
He was very happy to see this, and he thought that he could always protect Fang Wei'an.
But Fang Weian finally did something wrong.
Fang Weian opened the granary without authorization to rescue the people. Thousands of starving people lined up to receive grain, young and old kneeling and shouting "Blue Heaven!" Fang Weian had touched the most taboo thing in the royal family - the people's popularity.
The censors accused Fang Weian of "secretly appropriating national grain and abusing the emperor's authority", which made the emperor furious.
Familiar yet unfamiliar memories, pieced together, he saw his own life and that of the so-called 'enemy'.
The golden steps in front of the emperor are covered with green clothes covered with snow.
In the unfamiliar scene, the prince knelt all day before the emperor said, "Give him eighty strokes of the cane, but you'll be spared."
The execution was carried out in front of the court, with all the officials standing around and watching.
When the rod fell, blood splattered on the jade steps.
Fang Weian didn't shout out, but just looked up at the prince in front of the steps.
The prince said nothing, but just stood there with his back straight, not even a frown on his face.
Only after the beating was over and the person fainted and was carried down the stairs did the prince reach out, snatch the bloody stick and throw it to the ground.
No one dared to say a word.
After the execution, Fang Weian was carried back to the mansion.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw the prince standing by my bed. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were not fully open. He only asked one question:
"Am I wrong?"
The prince paused and replied in a low voice, "That's right."
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The people are unstable and the state capital is in chaos.
The rebel armies that rose up in all directions broke this false glitz and glamour.
The Taihe uprising army, the Guanxi aristocratic families recruited soldiers to establish their own regime, and the three towns in the south raised their flags to resist.
Once the rebellion breaks out, the whole place will be filled with smoke.
There are rebel armies everywhere, and they must be quelled everywhere.
The Ministry of War was having trouble taking care of both ends, the Ministry of Revenue's treasury was empty, the censors were speechless, the nobles were avoiding disaster, and the people in the court were in panic.
No one dared to touch Fang Weian anymore; he could quell the rebellion and keep the troops in check.
He was transferred to Taihe and captured three counties in ten days; he moved to Nanzhen and pacified an army of 100,000 in seventy days.
Transfer to any place and level the area.
From the commander of Guilinwei, to the deputy general of Xuanduandao, and then to the governor of Dingnan.
Fang Weian's official position was promoted again and again.
He is the last repairman of the dynasty. Even if the sky is cracked, he has to use his blood to repair it.
The dynasty cannot do without Fang Weian, but people's hearts are always deep and unyielding.
The cabinet ministers said: Fang Weian has lived in the border town for a long time, and there is a fear that he will raise an army and establish his own regime.
The cabinet ministers also said: Fang Weian has no party and only obeys the king's orders. If this man loses control, the world will be beyond salvation.
Internal strife will lead to the destruction of a country, and the destruction of a country will be followed by internal strife.
On the frozen plains of the north, the camp was frozen in the night. Internal and external forces colluded, and the army was in ruins.
When Fang Weian arrived, he only heard the news of Xiao Dingyuan's death.
He didn't believe it, because he had seen the man hunting at night with a bow and practicing martial arts while sick.
He didn't trust the world, he only trusted the person who once knelt at the imperial steps to protect him.
The imperial envoy who came with him spoke with certainty, saying that the imperial city had ordered the troops to withdraw.
Fang Weian wanted to laugh when he heard this. The prince who was supervising the army was trapped in the enemy camp, but the commander was fine and was preparing to withdraw.
How ridiculous.
For the first time in his life, Fang Weian disobeyed the emperor's order.
He beheaded the imperial envoy. He disobeyed the imperial order, killed the generals to seize power, gathered the troops to fight against the enemy, and broke through the camp on his own.
Fang Weian dug the man out from the pile of corpses. His prince was seriously injured and unconscious, and his blood had frozen his brocade clothes like ice silk.
Fang Weian didn't say a word, just took off his outer robe and wrapped the other person.
The aliens did not retreat, but no one dared to move forward.
Under the fearful gaze of the Di people, he walked out of the sea of corpses and blood step by step.
That night, the Shura Dharma image and the night sky were blazing red.
When he left, he did not kill anyone, but he shocked the entire army.
Black armor drenched in blood, he treaded through the snow as he returned to camp. The name Shura spread from then on.
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In the military tent, the shadow of the wind lantern swayed.
Outside the tent, a man was still awake, standing straight.
The ruler of a certain territory, wearing armor and holding a sword, looked like the guard standing quietly in the corridor of the old palace.
He heard someone calling his name.
"Come here." The prince on the couch said in a low voice: "You saved me again."
Fang Weian walked in, knelt on one knee, and swore in his voice: "I am still here, Your Highness, please do not worry."
Fang Wei paused, then whispered, "Your Highness, they want to kill you. Your country will be destroyed, and they are still fighting among themselves..."
His voice was low, carrying with it the sorrow of the broken mountains and rivers.
"This world... I can't save it. I killed the imperial envoy..."
"Your Highness, I will no longer accept orders from the Emperor. Even if there is an imperial decree in the future, I will not enter the capital. I have my own things to do."
There was silence in the tent for a long time.
The prince finally smiled, his tone light, yet it seemed as if the mountains and rivers were far away: "You don't need to ask me... In fact, I can't control you anymore."
Fang Weian controls a thousand miles of territory and has a million soldiers under his command.
He is no longer the sword-wielding guard in the corridor of the palace.
Fang Weian said that if the granaries were opened to release grain, porridge stalls would be set up in the thirty counties in the southern border the next day.
He has hundreds of thousands of soldiers on his shoulders and millions of people under his rule.
Fang Weian looked at him, his voice lowered, his eyes filled with enthusiasm: "Your Highness, will you come with me?"
That night the wind was howling and the lights were dim.
The prince said nothing more, but raised his hand and asked him to sit beside the couch.
Neither of them spoke again.
Until dawn.
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An important town in the south, the imperial flag remains unchanged.
Fang Weian governed the southern region, divided the land into sections and governed them accordingly. Although he was a vassal in name only, he was not a vassal in reality with the royal court in the imperial city.
He did not establish himself as king, nor did he change the era name, but in the south, the people called him "King of the South".
In the 28th year, King Qin Chengxu of Linyuan conquered the imperial capital, and the world changed. Qin Chengxu proclaimed himself emperor and established the Kaiyuan Dynasty.
The court is in chaos and cannot be saved, the war in the north is unwinnable, and the general trend of the world has long been clear.
However, his prince could not let go of his bloodline after all. Perhaps the Yong'an Prince of the Yuan Dynasty had already realized that he would be buried with the dynasty. Xiao Dingyuan left only a letter and headed north alone.
Fang Weian did not persuade or stop them, but quietly accepted the remaining clan members of the old master, gave them fiefs, built ancestral halls, and provided them with support.
During the Yuan Dynasty, the elite moved south.
In order to prevent his prince from dying, Fang Weian took in the entire royal family.
He does not ask for favors or fame, but only hopes that the people he protects can grow old in peace.
He used his own land to protect the bloodline of the Yuan Dynasty and his own trust to buy a chance to avoid fighting.
The new emperor was a powerful ruler, and Qin Chengxiu agreed to peace talks.
The place for peace talks was set up in Shuyang in the southern border. There was a sound of drizzling rain and the lights were dim.
The envoy was an important figure in the new dynasty. This was a private meeting, and although he was not wearing an official robe, his calm temperament could not be concealed - distant mountains, cold water, and snow-covered pines.
He looked at Fang Weian, his tone gentle, and got straight to the point:
"General Fang, His Majesty admires you very much."
"General, if you hand over the royal family of the old dynasty, you will be the King of the South. The Fang family will forever guard the southern border and live with the country."
Fang Weian remained calm and said, "Those of the old dynasty's royal lineage, under the age of twenty, will be taken to the capital as hostages. The rest will change their names and surnames and remain in southern Xinjiang forever."
He raised his eyes to look at the other party: "What do you think, Prime Minister Lu?"
The other party smiled and changed the subject: "General Fang, let me be frank. Your Majesty is worried about keeping the royal bloodline by your side. Your Majesty is worried about your majesty's ...
Lu Hengyu gave a guarantee: "The royal bloodline of the old dynasty is handed over to the Western King. Your Majesty guarantees that they will live a prosperous life."
As he finished speaking, the young man standing solemnly behind him frowned and interrupted coldly: "I don't want these parasites."
Lu Hengyu's tone remained unchanged: "This is the emperor's order."
Western King Lu Bingzhao snorted, "Don't try to fool me. His Majesty never said that. If you want to repay the favor of the seller Wei An, don't involve me. Go sell Old Han. Can't the Northern King take in this bunch of trash?"
This decree was a new proposal put forward on the spot, and obviously, Qin Chengxiu was not aware of it.
Fang Weian asked directly: "Is this what the Lord wants, or what His Majesty wants?"
Lu Hengyu said without further ado: "General, if you are willing to sign today, I will give you the imperial edict tomorrow."
King Lu Bingzhao of the West's face darkened, but his tone softened: "Hengyu, please, give these losers to Old Han. Leave them to me. I'm really afraid that one day I won't be able to help myself and kill them all."
Lu Hengyu raised his eyes and glanced at him: "The north is bitterly cold."
Lu Bingzhao responded quickly: "Then I will become the King of the North."
Lu Hengyu: “…”
At the peace talks, two important officials from the imperial city started to argue with each other, and Fang Weian looked at them with increasingly strange eyes.
Fang Weian glanced back and forth between the two men. These two, one setting up the stage and the other tearing it down, is this called negotiation?
Lu Bingzhao turned a blind eye. He hadn't come here to "talk" at all. He was a 100% pro-war faction. He had come with Lu Hengyu today to keep an eye on him and to be wary of Fang Weian. If the negotiations failed, he would draw his sword immediately.
But now, Fang Weian and Lu Hengyu were on good terms, and Lu Bingzhao's plans were doomed to fail. Whether or not he would cause more trouble depended entirely on his mood.
Lu Hengyu naturally noticed Fang Weian's expression. If he wanted to continue the conversation, he had to send Lu Bingzhao away first.
He coughed lightly and said, "Bingzhao, there's something strange happening at the southern border. Xiuyuan went to investigate, and someone's missing. Go check it out."
Without even raising his eyelids, Lu Bingzhao snorted coldly, "What could possibly happen to Han Xiuyuan, a super-class warrior?"
Lu Hengyu remained calm and said, "This is what the military report says."
Han Xiuyuan, the Lord of the North, possessed a superb cultivation base and was known for his prudent and measured behavior. If something were to happen, it would be a major event.
Lu Bingzhao frowned and said in a cold tone, "I'll be back in a quarter of an hour."
He didn't forget to add, "I'll go save him, and Han Xiuyuan will have to take care of those rubbish from the previous dynasty."
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