An hour later, on the river, dozens of canoes sailed south with their oars.

On the north bank, there was smoke billowing from the direction of Chaoge. Fan's five hundred soldiers arrived a step late, only to see a messy battlefield with corpses everywhere.

Four hundred Zhao soldiers and ten military chariots were successively transported to the south bank by ferry boats. In the face of these **** and murderous soldiers, the Jin officials and the boat people all held on to the oars tremblingly, not daring to look up.

However, after the soldiers disembarked, they did not offend the property and family members of the Jin officials and the boatmen, but were organized by the military officials to wait for their commander to arrive.

The long and narrow canoe swayed and swayed through the waves, carrying Le Qi's dark coffin on it, while Zhao Wuxi took Le Lingzi's hand and stood side by side at the head of the boat.

Today was an unbelievable victory. All 30 Fan's chariots were destroyed. Nearly half of the 500-odd Fan's soldiers were killed or injured. The rest all knelt down and surrendered. In total, only ten Zhao soldiers were killed and thirty wounded.

To a large extent, this miraculous victory was due to the crossbow machine that debuted in the Central Plains, plus the three-stage shot of later generations, and Zhao Wuxi's proper command.

Fan Jia, the mastermind of this interception, also died and drowned in the heart of the river. I don't know if it was swallowed by a turtle or floated downstream ∫.

Zhao Wuxi didn't want to kill Fan Jia originally. His original plan was to take him prisoner and ask Fan's confession that he colluded with Qi to assassinate Le Qi. When it was released to the world again, Fan Yang was in disrepute, while the Zhao clan took possession of the righteousness and joined forces with the Marquis of Jin and the other three ministers to attack him.

But on the battlefield, how could there be no accidents?

Fan Jia's identity is not ordinary, he is the eldest grandson of the Fan family. The future prince, the head of the family, the gentleman. Presumably after the news spread, Chaoge and Xinjiang's Fan's Palace will be drafted in March. I wonder what the old jackal Fan Yang will look like when he sees the results of his series of conspiracies?

Although not intentional. But Zhao Wuxi hoped to see Fan Yang's despair and anger from the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

Since you murdered my wife, I will feed your grandson the fish!

However, there is no need to worry that Fan may declare war on Zhao...

If the war broke out early, the four hundred people he had on hand would not be enough, so he had to go to the Song country quickly. At Le Qi's funeral, he called on the entire Le clan for revenge. If he could pull the Song country into the Zhao clan, then It could not be better!

But even so. Zhao's family doesn't have much chance of winning either... From last year to the present, in just one year, Zhao Wuxi can make a huge change in Chengxiang, and the appearance of the lower palace has also changed. But in general, the changes made to this family are not enough. What they need most is still time.

Zhao Wuxi pondered the options and paths in the future, but did not know that he was behind him. The boatman with a scarf wrapped around his head and mud on his face stared at the young doctor's back with a pair of big shining eyes as he rowed the oars.

The boat docked. With Le Lingzi in plain clothes and plain clothes in his arms, Zhao Wuxi jumped off the bow of the boat, and the thick-bottomed leather scorpion stepped on the wet and muddy land on the south bank. From here, he left Jin's territory.

The soldiers who arrived first lined up to greet them. Cheers resounded through the sky.

"A gentleman wins!"

The girl in the shirtless embrace was not as shy as usual, but just put her head on her husband's shoulder.

This is what he promised. He will do what he says, even if there are thorns in front of him, even if there are tigers and wolves in the way, he will kill a **** path, and then hold Le Lingzi, let her go home without mud or blood!

But Wu Xie's footsteps were also a little heavy. He faintly felt that the historical trajectory of "Zhao Wu Xie" would undergo huge changes after the Battle of Jijin...

...

Outside Xinjiang City, Fan's Palace, it was already mid-December, and the news of the assassination of Song Guoda Sicheng Le Qi had spread all over the market and official offices. However, the Marquis of Jin and Liuqing, who had been informed of the incident a decade earlier, had not been able to deal with the small pedestrian Zhao Wuxi.

Zhao Yang rebuked Fan Yang for being the mastermind of this matter, but the assassination of allies by a country in power and an enemy country sounds too sensational, and everyone would rather believe that it was the Marquis of Qi who did a good thing to prevent the Jin-Song alliance.

Knowing that the Zhao family had no evidence, Fan Yang ignored all the accusations and waited quietly for the good news from Chaoge.

"After all, Zhao Wuxi should have been intercepted by my Fan's Chaoge defenders long ago, and returned from escort?"

Fan Yang was in high spirits, and his intrigue with Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuxi seemed to bring him back to the days when he killed Luan Ying, when he was in high spirits.

He secretly planned: "After the Zhao family's prestige has been exhausted by this matter, it's time for my son and nephew of the Fan family to send an ambassador to the Song country. I will give this credit to Ajia, so that he can return to Xinjiang ahead of schedule..."

However, what came back was the news that Fan Jia drowned in Jijin and Zhao Wuxi crossed the Henan.

With trembling hands, Fan Yang held the long sword "Gong Liu" that was salvaged from the bottom of the river and was still stained with sand. This was Fan Jia's sabre. The grief and pain before the death of his direct grandson seemed to be added to himself, and a kind of remorse for harming others and harming himself swept Fan Yang's heart.

"Zhao Shi! Zhao Wuxi!"

The face of the eighty-year-old old man suddenly distorted, he only felt a bitter taste in his throat, and he vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

...

A few days later, the dark clouds over the Xiqi Palace were low, and a winter snow blowing from the east of Taihang seemed to be about to fall.

The door of the main hall slammed open, and Zhao Yang, who was indignant, came out first. He threw the jade in his hand on the bluestone floor, and ignored Han Buxin who came out and pulled him to explain. He just threw his sleeves. Walk away.

Han Buxin, with a long beard reaching his chest, sighed and followed closely behind, getting on the chariot to catch up.

Afterwards, the people who stepped out of the hall together were Zhisong and Wei Hao, who were wearing high-crowned court clothes.

"Why should Zhao Meng be so angry, it's not his son who died." Wei Hua, who had walked one step after Zhisong, recalled Zhao Yang's roar in the hall just now, and said with a guilty conscience.

"According to Zhao Meng's intention, this time it is satisfactory to convict Fan and Bank of China of colluding with Qi people. But there is insufficient evidence for this, not to mention that Zhao Wuxi and Fan Jia's two sons were fighting on the north bank of the Great River. There was no damage, but Fan's death and injury were not counted, and even their own grandson drowned in the river, no matter how they looked at it, they suffered."

Zhisong glanced at Zhong Xingyin who left behind him, and Fan Jishe, who had a gloomy face after losing his son, and continued to say to Wei Lu: "Zhao Meng thinks it is Fan's own fault, while Fan Jishe, whose son died, is at fault. I demanded that the murderer be hunted back to the country and beheaded in Jiangshi. The two sides couldn’t argue, and even the monarch was embarrassed. So when I first came to power, I had to do things fairly…”

After the news of what happened in Jijin came, the elderly Fan Yang heard that his grandson had drowned and was bedridden in a fit of rage.

When Zhisong went to visit, he saw Fan Yang lying on the soft couch, covered with a heavy quilt. In just a few days, he was so thin that he was almost out of shape. When he looked at Zhisong with his cloudy old eyes, there was no more The wonderful past.

After all, he was in his 80s, and the third generation of the Fan clan, who had hope, was Fan Jia. People will always have weaknesses. Fan Yang's grandson, who has high hopes for him, will die if he says he will die. If he changes to a cruel person, he will also mourn.

Zhisong held Fan Yang's bony, light arm, and promised a lie that he didn't even believe, but he didn't have much in his heart to bear it.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time!

However, with the last trace of Qingming's funeral arrangements, Fan Yang once again made Zhisong not dare to underestimate him.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was still alive, he quickly let his son Fan Jishe take over the throne, and then ceded the ruling position to Zhisong, throwing out the bait of cooperation between Fan and Zhi.

After forty years, Zhisong finally climbed to a position below one person and above ten thousand people. At this moment, he looked at the huge Xiqi Palace, and for the first time felt that he had become the master in charge of this place: Jin The military general of the country, the ruling minister Zhibo, what a pleasant title!

This is a new era, an era that belongs to him!

Zhisong thought with some regret, "If it wasn't for Fan Yang's sudden illness and the Fan family's instability, the two families might have already fought, but that's fine, the state of Jin can't be in chaos right now."

In this battle between Fan and Zhao, neither side has a winner: the Fan family has lost an heir, and the most outstanding son of the Zhao family, Zhao Wuxi, whom Zhi, Wei and Han are quite afraid of, is also in Zhisong, Wei Lu , Han Buxin's opinion of "holding the middle", was agreed by the Marquis of Jin to revoke his position as a small pedestrian and be a doctor.

As the price of "manslaughtering" Fan's grandson~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhao Wuxi will also be punished with the punishment that Jin Chong'er, Fan Yang and Luan Ying all suffered in those days.

Banished from the country!

"Presumably at this time, Zhao Wuxi has already arrived in Shangqiu, unless he can make a great contribution to Jin Guo in the future, which will shake the public opinion of the Chinese people and force Wu Qing to bow their heads. Otherwise, as long as I am in power for one day, He's not going to come back!"

To be continued... The second volume, "The Thief of the Kleptocrat", starts tomorrow.

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