Chapter 46: The fate of Marquis Huo Qubing, the champion, still has room for maneuver...
In the blink of an eye, the morning light had already shone into the office through the window lattice.
It's time to start my shift.
Heifu and his group arrived one after another, all with ruddy complexions, clearly having lived quite comfortably in their respective eras.
Among these people, Hei Fu's change is the most obvious.
Ever since he returned to the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng treated him like an auspicious omen, bestowing upon him not only land and gold and silver but also exempting him from military service. Even his younger brother, Jing, benefited from this, being pampered with good food and drink every day.
No longer needing to worry about dying in battle tomorrow, Ying Zheng even brought Hei Fu's mother and family to Xianyang. As a result, his once lean figure had subtly become a bit plumper, and he even had to loosen his belt by one hole.
Yuchi Jingde and Qin Shubao also looked radiant. Their time working part-time as servants of immortals in the Tang Dynasty had brought them unprecedented respect. Even better, each time they returned to Songyang County, their bodies would return to their peak condition.
That's incredible!
Yuchi Jingde rubbed the knotted muscles on his arms, wishing he could find an opponent immediately for a good, satisfying fight.
Zhou Yu, however, remained as composed as ever. This Grand Commander was juggling two duties simultaneously, yet he always maintained a calm and collected demeanor.
That's terrifying.
These are the true chosen working class.
Over time, these people from different dynasties became quite familiar with each other. They even ranked themselves according to their respective eras: Qin and Han, Three Kingdoms, Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang and Five Dynasties, Song, Yuan and Ming.
The ordering ended with the Ming Dynasty, and they didn't know what dynasty came after that.
The histories of different dynasties have also been assembled.
"Why is one person missing today?" Yuchi Jingde asked in confusion. "Why hasn't Sanbao arrived yet? The brick kiln he's in charge of started operating earlier than ours."
These past few days have been a crucial time for the brick kiln's commencement, and Zheng He has arrived very early each day.
How could there still be no one around at this hour?
"Sanbao fell and injured his leg at the brick kiln yesterday and needs to rest for a few days." As someone who knew the situation, Zhou Yu naturally had to offer some explanation.
Just then, Django arrived at the office.
"Are we having a newcomer today?" Yuchi Jingde asked instinctively as soon as he saw Jiang Ge arrive.
It's no wonder Yuchi Jingde reacted this way; Jiang Ge always seemed to have something to say when he arrived.
Before Django could even answer.
As the white light dissipated, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, his coarse linen clothes unable to conceal his imposing presence. His eyes were like torches as he surveyed the crowd, finally fixing his gaze on Jiang Ge.
"So you are Magistrate Jiang?" the old man asked, his voice deep and powerful. He tried his best to appear kind and approachable, but it still carried the oppressive feeling of someone who had long held a high position.
Jiang Ge was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "That's right, and who are you?"
Zheng He only mentioned that someone was taking over the shift, but he never said who it was.
Django originally thought it must be Zhu Di, but was Zhu Di that old in the 25th year of Hongwu?
Could it be...?
"Zhu Yuanzhang," the old man said calmly.
"......"
The entire office fell silent instantly.
Yuchi Jingde's teacup fell to the ground with a clatter, splashing tea everywhere. Hei Fu's eyes widened. Even the usually composed Zhou Yu froze, his folding fan hanging in mid-air.
—Zhu Yuanzhang?! The Hongwu Emperor?! The founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty?!
Is this the Zhu Yuanzhang, whom Zheng He described as rising from a beggar to the founding emperor?
It was from Zhu Yuanzhang's story that Hei Fu first learned that emperors weren't born emperors; some people could become emperors even if they were beggars.
Jiang Ge was also shocked. So many historically famous figures had come to Songyang County, but this was the first time she had ever seen a real emperor. Zhu Yuanzhang was the first emperor she had ever met.
How to address someone has become a problem.
"His Majesty?"
Calling someone "Your Majesty" in Songyang County is a bit inappropriate.
"Just call me Old Zhu." Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the shocked expressions of the crowd, and grinned. "What, doesn't it look like him?"
Knowing that he was there to work, he specially wore a set of coarse cloth clothes, because one should look like a worker when doing work.
Everyone: "......"
So alike! Absolutely! That gaze, that aura, and that murderous aura that seems to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—who else could it be but Zhu Yuanzhang?!
“Sanbao’s leg is injured, so I’ll cover for him at the brick kiln for a few days.” Zhu Yuanzhang cracked his knuckles. “I heard the work here can make you young again? Not bad, my old bones need a little exercise.”
Only then did everyone notice that Zhu Yuanzhang's originally hunched back had straightened up considerably, the wrinkles on his face had faded somewhat, and he looked energetic, as if he had become ten years younger.
"Let's go, take us to see the brick kiln." Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and walked straight out, not giving anyone time to react.
Like a gust of wind, it comes and goes.
Jiang Ge quickly followed, inwardly groaning – to have Zhu Yuanzhang supervise the brick kiln? If this got back to the Ming Dynasty, wouldn't the entire court go crazy?
At the brick kiln, the workers were working enthusiastically. Zhu Yuanzhang walked between the kiln caves with his hands behind his back, occasionally squatting down to knead the adobe bricks and tap the bricks, his movements as skilled as an old kiln worker.
Even Django was stunned.
No, how was Zhu Yuanzhang so professional?
“You’ve mixed the wrong kind of soil.” Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, grabbed a handful of soil and rubbed it in his hand. “Too much sand will make it crack easily when fired.”
The craftsman standing nearby was taken aback: "But Lord Zheng said..."
"What nonsense is he spouting!" Zhu Yuanzhang glared. "Back when I was a monk at Huangjue Temple, I helped people build walls and make bricks all the time! I can tell the quality of the soil just by touching it!"
Craftsman: So this old man is a monk.
Django: "......"
—As the founding emperor, can you please stop talking about being a monk so confidently?!
Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care what others thought; he rolled up his sleeves and got to work himself. His strength was astonishing; with one shovelful, half the mound of earth disappeared. The workers were dumbfounded. This wasn't a man in his sixties or seventies; he was clearly a strong laborer!
"What are you looking at? Get to work!" Zhu Yuanzhang roared, and the workers scattered like birds and beasts, burying their heads in their work, afraid of being targeted by this "Old Zhu".
At midday, the sun was blazing.
The workers ate in twos and threes squatting in the shade, while Jiang Ge and Zhu Yuanzhang had to return to the county government office for their meal.
Zheng He could eat with the workers, but Zhu Yuanzhang was not willing. He came to Songyang County specifically to experience it, and he had eaten the same food as the workers before.
The system gradually unlocked instant noodles, braised chicken rice, and rice bowls. In the administration office, everyone was eating rice bowls today.
Inside the office at noon, everyone was engrossed in eating their rice bowls.
Only Jiang Ge ate something different. On such a hot day, she indulged herself with a bowl of spicy hot pot in front of her, the red oil broth smelling delicious, and a cup of iced milk tea next to her, with fine water droplets still clinging to the straw.
"Slurp—"
Django slurped up a mouthful of milk tea, and the pearls rolled up the straw.
The commotion drew frequent glances from Zhu Yuanzhang, who was enjoying a bowl of braised pork rice. The old emperor appeared to be shoveling rice into his mouth, but his eyes were glued to the bright red food out of the corner of his eye.
This fragrance.
I really can't stand it anymore.
Zhu Yuanzhang twitched his nose and turned to look at him: "Magistrate Jiang, what are you eating? It smells so good!"
Django: "...Spicy hot pot."
"Give me a bowl too," Zhu Yuanzhang said, reaching out his hand without any hesitation.
Django: "......"
—Your Majesty, do you even know what mala tang is before you dare to order it?!
But you can't say directly, "This...this flavor is quite strong, you might not be used to it..."
Don't older people generally dislike spicy hot pot?
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, we can eat anything. Back when we were begging for food, we even drank spoiled porridge!"
Django: "...Pearl, Jade, and White Jade Soup, is that right?"
Well, you're amazing.
A bowl of spicy hot pot appeared before him. Zhu Yuanzhang picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of tofu, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The next second, his face turned bright red.
"Cough..." Zhu Yuanzhang forced himself to swallow the tofu, barely managing to stop himself from spitting it out. Sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. "This...this thing...it's potent!"
Django suppressed a laugh: "How about... I get you a different bowl?"
"Change what?!" Zhu Yuanzhang wiped his mouth, picked up another piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, and said, "We've never eaten anything so delicious before!"
After saying that, he buried his head in his food and ate voraciously, slurping as he ate, sweating profusely from the spiciness, but refusing to stop. In the end, he even drank every last drop of the soup, leaving the bowl empty.
"That was satisfying!" Zhu Yuanzhang wiped his mouth, still wanting more. "Another bowl, please!"
Django: Your Majesty, have you forgotten that you're here to oversee the construction?!
The busy day passed quickly, and as it was nearing the end of his shift, Zhu Yuanzhang spoke again: "Magistrate Jiang, we have discovered a gold mine near Songyang County."
To be precise, it was Zheng He who discovered the gold mine with a metal detector. He originally intended to give the credit to Zhu Di in order to win the favor of Magistrate Jiang.
But who knew that the person who came to work would be Zhu Yuanzhang?
Gold mine?
Who can ignore a gold mine? But if there's a gold mine, there's no one to mine it.
Moreover, there was a band of bandits lurking near her home, eyeing her gold mine covetously. Jiang Ge didn't want her gold mine to be taken over by others.
It would be great if the Songyang County government had more staff.
After sending Zhu Yuanzhang back to the Ming Dynasty, Jiang Ge rubbed his aching temples and sighed as he looked at the empty county government courtyard. With so few men, let alone suppressing bandits, even daily patrols were a struggle. If only they had a few more fierce generals like Xiang Yu and Bai Qi, how could those bandits entrenched in the mountains dare to be so rampant?
"bite--"
A crisp system notification suddenly rang in my mind.
Jiang Ge paused, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips. This was like a godsend, a timely gift. She quickly returned to her study, tapping the air with her fingertip to bring up the system interface.
"A vacancy for a yamen runner has been detected in Songyang County. A recruitment list has been compiled. One yamen runner can be recruited. A reward of 500 yuan will be given upon successful recruitment."
What Songyang County needs most right now is yamen runners.
According to the regulations of the imperial court, a county government should have at least eighty yamen runners to perform their duties, but at present there are less than ten people. Originally, she planned to recruit some young and strong men in the county town.
This matter needs careful consideration. If the historical figures recruited by the system suddenly appear, and someone sees several living people suddenly appear out of nowhere in broad daylight, they might be terrified.
Her gaze fell on the top of the job posting:
Kui Shun
Dynasty: Southern Song
Identity: Jailer
“Kui Shun?” Jiang Ge murmured the name, feeling as if he had heard it before.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—isn't this the prison guard statue carrying Yue Fei's body in the Yue Fei Temple in Hangzhou?
She even went to see it when she was in college.
Historical records state that after Yue Fei was unjustly killed, it was this lowly jailer who risked his life to steal his remains and buried them next to the Jiuqu Congci Temple. He only told his son the secret before he died.
An insignificant little man, yet he has made a name for himself in history by staying true to his principles.
Jiang Ge tapped his fingertips lightly on the table. This was exactly the kind of person the county government needed right now.
Continuing to read on, a glaring name jumps into view:
Zhang Hongfan
Dynasty: Yuan
Identity: Supreme General Who Protects the Nation
Jiang Ge snorted coldly.
He calls himself the General Who Protects the Nation, but he's clearly the executioner who destroyed the Song Dynasty. He forced Lu Xiufu to carry the emperor into the sea during the Battle of Yamen. She wouldn't even take such a traitor for free.
Jiang Ge continued to flip through the list, but there weren't many good options. Otherwise, Wei Shun would be fine too, at least he was a good fit for the job and more professional than the others.
Moreover, he is an upright and kind person.
Just as Django was hesitating about whether to choose Kui Shun, he suddenly caught sight of the last name—
Huo Qubing
Identity: Marquis of Champion
Dynasty: Western Han Dynasty.
What is there to hesitate about?
Hou Huo Qubing, the champion, immediately lit up the lights!
Django made the decision immediately, and she was already looking forward to tomorrow. Who wouldn't want to see the spirited champion Hou?
Meanwhile, the Great Han Dynasty.
The summer night in Chang'an was unbearably hot and humid, but the victory celebration banquet in Weiyang Palace was in full swing. Huo Qubing leaned against a low table, his fingertips tapping the wine cup idly. The tribute wine swirled in the cup, reflecting the bright candlelight in the palace. A piece of paper floated down from the ceiling, following Huo Qubing closely.
The images that appeared in his mind also disturbed him greatly.
The papers in my hand were also in the way.
Let's just tear it up and call it a day. A divine recruitment? The Xiongnu haven't been destroyed; even if a god personally came to invite them, it would be useless.
"Why is Qubing not in high spirits today?" Liu Che's voice came from behind, still tinged with a hint of drunkenness. "Is it because you find the music and dance not enjoyable enough?"
Another piece of paper floated down from the sky.
“This is…” Liu Che raised an eyebrow and picked up the thin paper with two fingers.
Huo Qubing's pupils contracted sharply; he too was unable to explain the origin of the paper.
"The Songyang County Government is sincerely recruiting talented individuals, with a monthly salary of three hundred coins..." Liu Che read aloud and suddenly laughed, "Interesting, someone actually dares to poach my General of the Cavalry."
The music in the hall stopped abruptly.
Huo Qubing knelt on one knee: "Your subject will now..."
"Wait a minute." Liu Che suddenly raised his hand, the jade beads on his crown jingling. He squinted and examined the paper closely. "Qu Bing, this is quite a novelty."
"I swear to die..."
"I need you." Liu Che suddenly slammed the note on the table, startling his attendant who knocked over his wine pot. "Since you can deliver a message across time and space, you must be someone knowledgeable about the past and present. If you're an immortal..." His eyes gleamed with a light familiar to Huo Qubing—the excitement of discovering new prey. "With your help, the Xiongnu court..."
The words were unfinished, but the meaning was clear.
"Your subject...accepts the decree."
——
The next morning, everyone arrived at the office of officials.
Upon arrival, I saw Django sitting at the table, seemingly waiting for someone.
Django's pupils contracted slightly. The newcomer had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his red battle robe fluttering in the wind, and an exquisite jade pendant hanging at his waist. Most captivating were his eyes, bright as torches, exuding an arrogant air of looking down upon the world.
The young general was full of vigor and ambition.
"Goodness..." Yuchi Jingde unconsciously touched his face, suddenly feeling somewhat ashamed. First Zhou Yu, and now this one? Is the county government turning into a beauty pageant?
It's just a minor official position, why do they need to hire someone so good-looking?
"I told you so!" he muttered to Qin Shubao in a low voice, "Magistrate Jiang hires people based on their looks..." Before he could finish speaking...
Suddenly I felt a chill on the back of my neck.
Turning around, I was met with Jiang Ge's ambiguous smile. Um... who was speaking just now?
Huo Qubing strode forward. The clinking of their armor made a crisp sound. He stopped in front of Jiang Ge: "Are you Magistrate Jiang? Huo Qubing, summoned here."
The sound was like metal striking stone, silencing the entire room. Zhou Yu, who was about to speak, shut his mouth; Zhu Yuanzhang froze; and even the most talkative Yuchi Jingde gaped open.
Champion Marquis Huo Qubing?! That young war god who sealed the wolf's lair at the age of nineteen?!
Goodness!
This time, not only was Yuchi Jingde surprised, but everyone else crowded around, as if they were admiring a rare treasure. Hei Fu, though confused, also joined in the fun. Only Zhou Yu stood still, a complex look flashing in his eyes—as a fellow young general who had achieved fame at a young age, he understood the weight behind that glory better than anyone else.
Even Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but step forward. Famous generals are like knives; seeing is believing. He had only heard of famous generals like Huo Qubing in legends, and today he finally had the chance to meet him.
Huo Qubing pushed through the crowd and looked directly at Jiang Ge. He really didn't want to come to Songyang County to work. The Xiongnu hadn't been destroyed yet, so why should he work?
If it weren't for the recruitment notice that kept him so busy yesterday, with one copy after another being torn up, and the Emperor seeing it, he would never have come no matter what.
Jiang Ge looked up at Huo Qubing and asked, "General Huo, what is it?" Huo Qubing couldn't hide his thoughts on his face; the words "I need your help" were written all over his face, so she couldn't pretend not to see it.
“Magistrate Jiang, if you want me to serve you, you must do three things for me.”
Even his speech carried an air of arrogance.
Django had no objections, but the people gathered in a circle were the first to voice their opinions.
"Making demands? Magistrate Jiang hiring you is already a blessing for you, and you still dare to make demands? Don't think you're so great just because you're Huo Qubing. I'm still the door god of the Tang Dynasty." This was the aggressive Yuchi Jingde, who didn't forget to flatter even in this situation.
Putting everything else aside, Django seemed quite pleased with this flattery.
Even Jiang Ge thought she was some kind of unparalleled immortal. Although it was unreasonable to make demands, recruitment is a two-way selection process and cannot be forced. However, it was still worthwhile to listen to Huo Qubing's three requirements first.
Jiang Ge waved his hand, signaling Yuchi Jingde to quiet down. "What are the conditions?"
"You can return to Wuhan at any time."
That's fine, in case something happens to His Majesty the Pig.
"I will not kneel before the king of this world, but only bow to the emperor of the Han dynasty."
Okay, pigs are bossy, so it's understandable.
"The Xiongnu have not been defeated yet; we cannot wait any longer."
Oh, it's a summer job.
Django's smile remained unchanged. "These requests can all be agreed to, but your wages will vary depending on the hours you work."
If you work fewer hours, then deduct your salary; that's fair and just.
Huo Qubing didn't quite understand the purpose of this wage and remained noncommittal about Jiang Ge's words.
Everyone present knew Huo Qubing except for Hei Fu, who didn't know who Huo Qubing was. Even Yuchi Jingde, who was known for his sharp tongue, didn't target Huo Qubing too much. A rising star of generals fell at a rapid pace.
Anyone who sees it will feel pity for it.
Huo Qubing's sharp gaze swept over everyone in the office, and he said in a deep voice, "Since we are colleagues, let's each state our names."
Yuchi Jingde was the first to jump out, patting his chest: "I am Yuchi Jingde, Duke of E of the Great Tang Dynasty!" He pointed to Qin Shubao beside him, "This is my old brother Qin Qiong, Qin Shubao. The two of us are among the top in the Lingyan Pavilion!"
Huo Qubing raised an eyebrow slightly. The Tang Dynasty? Lingyan Pavilion? He had never heard of these names before.
Could it be a later dynasty?
Has the Han Dynasty perished...?
Zhou Yu gracefully cupped his hands in greeting: "Zhou Yu, courtesy name Gongjin, Commander-in-Chief of Eastern Wu." He lightly waved his feather fan, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "General Huo is a young hero, whom I have long admired."
He did not specify that it was Zhou Yu of the Eastern Han Dynasty, leaving it ambiguous.
Huo Qubing frowned: "Eastern Wu? What dynasty is that? I've never heard of it."
Hei Fu, standing to the side, scratched his head sheepishly and said, "I am Hei Fu, from the Qin Dynasty."
Qin Dynasty?
Huo Qubing's pupils contracted sharply. He turned abruptly to Zhu Yuanzhang: "And what about you?"
The old man didn't seem particularly special, except that he stared at Huo Qubing with intense eyes.
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled gently: "Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty."
emperor?
These people all came from different dynasties, but none of them were from the Han Dynasty.
Huo Qubing swayed slightly, managing to steady himself on the table. These people's dynasties all followed the Han Dynasty!
Jiang Ge promptly offered a cup of tea: "General Huo, why don't you sit down first..."
Huo Qubing waved his hand to interrupt: "Tell me, what happened to the Han Dynasty afterward?"
He keenly noticed the pitying looks from those around him. What a joke!
What's there to sympathize with him about?
Could it be that the Han Dynasty has fallen?
No one in the house who knew the truth dared to speak. It was better to have a television; the television didn't care about people's opinions.
The television set was seized by Zhu Yuanzhang long ago; it was still in the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Yuanzhang no longer watches TV dramas about the Ming Dynasty. He's currently engrossed in "Dream of the Red Chamber." He has no intention of returning the TV set, since it's meant to tell Huo Qubing his story.
He can tell the story of Huo Qubing to anyone who doesn't know it.
"Kid, let me tell you."
Huo Qubing remained calm: "I would like to hear the details."
In the teacup on the table, the tea leaves floated on top, seemingly adrift and helpless.
"You won't live past twenty-four." The old emperor cut to the chase, a sharp glint in his cloudy eyes. "He died in the sixth year of the Yuan Shou era. The emperor mourned him and dispatched troops from the vassal states, forming a military formation from Chang'an to Maoling, with his tomb resembling the Qilian Mountains."
This is the ending of Huo Qubing recorded in the Book of Han. A few words summed up the fate of this young general. This young general once fought against an army of 100,000 with only 800 men, conquered five kingdoms in six days, sealed the wolf's lair, and drank from the vast sea, leaving behind many legends. However, Huo Qubing was powerless to change the ending written in his destiny.
Upon hearing the ending, Huo Qubing's fingertips paused slightly on the hilt of his sword.
“Your uncle Wei Qing lived longer,” Zhu Yuanzhang counted on his rough fingers, “but the emperor was wary of him until Wei Qing died.”
uncle...
A light drizzle began to fall outside, each drop of water sounding like a blow to Huo Qubing's heart.
"As for Wei Zifu..." Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly lowered his voice, "In the second year of the Zhenghe era, she ended her life with a white silk ribbon. And then there was your cousin, that Crown Prince Liu Ju..."
The Wei clan disappeared after the witchcraft incident.
"Enough!" Huo Qubing slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, scattering the contents of the table all over the floor. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he were in a bloodthirsty frenzy.
It inspires awe and fear.
But Zhu Yuanzhang laughed, revealing a few teeth: "You can't even handle this? We haven't even mentioned the extermination of Gongsun He's entire clan, the killing of Wei Kang, or the witchcraft scandal..."
These are all historically recorded outcomes.
"Clang—" The sword was drawn three inches from its sheath, its cold light reflecting off Zhu Yuanzhang's deeply lined old face.
Huo Qubing didn't want to say anything; these things couldn't possibly be true.
So draw your sword.
The crowd wanted to step forward to stop them, but they couldn't use knives; fighting in Songyang County would result in a deduction from their wages.
"You want to kill me?" Zhu Yuanzhang didn't flinch, but instead moved closer. "If you kill me, none of this will happen?"
Huo Qubing stared intently at the old man whose expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, the veins on his hand gripping the knife bulging.
These things are simply impossible. Your Majesty... Your Majesty clearly favors the Wei family so much. My uncle has won so many battles. My uncle is the ever-victorious general of the Han Dynasty.
As if he could read Huo Qubing's mind, Zhu Yuanzhang's smile vanished instantly: "Boy, let me ask you, are you an emperor? Have you ever been an emperor? Do you know what it's like to possess the world?"
When an emperor possesses the world, can he not change? When an emperor is young, he needs sharp swords, brave and unparalleled generals, beautiful and gentle women, and a son. But what happens when an emperor gets old?
Do he still need what he once needed and already possessed?
Huo Qubing, who had never been an emperor, would never have understood that he died too young and at just the right time. He did not realize that imperial favor was like flowing water, passing through one person but never stopping for that person.
But Zhu Yuanzhang understood; having been emperor for so many years, he naturally understood what Liu Che was thinking.
He pointed to Yuchi Jingde and the others standing to the side, "Why do you think they're willing to work here?"
Every person who comes to work in Songyang County can be said to be a dragon among men from various dynasties. They have left their mark on history with their domineering attitude. How could such people be willing to stay in Songyang County as an ordinary yamen runner?
Huo Qubing remained silent.
“Because here, fate can be changed.” Zhu Yuanzhang’s voice suddenly became as light as a feather, yet as heavy as Mount Tai. “Didn’t your emperor send you here to gather intelligence? This is the biggest secret.”
Huo Qubing was stunned.
The young general looked so heartbroken that one couldn't help but want to comfort him.
Not to mention that most of the people in this room were military officers, and they all held Huo Qubing in high esteem.
Qin Shubao rarely spoke, spending his days diligently doing his work. Seeing Huo Qubing like this, he couldn't help but feel comforted: "General Huo, there's no need to worry too much. As long as you work hard for Magistrate Jiang, you can change your untimely death, and also change the fate of Princess Yangshi and Wei Qing's eldest son, Wei Kang, being killed, and..."
Forehead...
At first, Jiang Ge felt comforted by what he heard, but later it really stung, and he quickly stopped him, saying, "Stop, stop, stop."
That was a good comforting remark; it's best not to bring it up next time.
Huo Qubing is only nineteen years old now, and the Wei clan is currently enjoying the emperor's favor. Who could bear to hear so much from him all at once?
Huo Qubing was pale and had no desire to refute what these people were saying.
If everything they're saying is true history, can history still be changed?
Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and walked to the window, the sun gilding his silhouette: "Wei Qing's fate, the fate of the Wei family, even your own lifespan..." He turned back, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, "Here, there is room for maneuver."
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