King Jin Bojing of Silla was stunned when he heard Cheng Yaojin speak.
He turned his head and looked towards the city walls.
That person.
It was the Jin Guo Fan who had tripped at the entrance of the royal palace!
Jin Guo Fan also heard Cheng Yaojin's voice.
Although it was far away, he didn't hear what was said.
But as soon as Cheng Yaojin's voice fell, he saw Jin Bojing turn and look at him.
Jin Guo Fan shouted loudly at him.
The King of Silla must not surrender!
You are the king of a nation. If you surrender, where will you put all the officials, soldiers, and common people of this country!
Therefore! From now on, you are no longer the King of Silla!
By me! King Zhen An Ge Wen will succeed to the throne!
Now, you can go and beg forgiveness from the former kings!
As soon as he finished speaking, he loosened the bowstring in his hand, and an arrow shot straight towards Jin Bojing.
Jin Bojing was terrified!
Don't look at him standing there and making a righteous plea.
That was because he knew his position. Goguryeo had coveted the Central Plains many times, so the Tang army would not give him a chance to live.
But he was different!
He was currently the King of Silla, personally conferred by Emperor Taishang Li Yuan of the Great Tang.
And he had never disrespected the Great Tang.
Even if some officials below had embezzled ships and goods from Tang merchants.
But that was just the action of people below.
It wouldn't be blamed on him.
Therefore, he deserved no death, and by voluntarily surrendering, he might have a way to live.
In the end, it was his fear of death that made him take the initiative to offer his seal and surrender.
But now.
His own brother was going to kill him and usurp the throne!
As the arrow was about to hit him, Jin Bojing rolled desperately on the ground to dodge it.
However, Jin Guo Fan was not prepared to show any mercy.
He roared at the other guards on the city wall.
He is no longer worthy to be king! Now I am the king!
Listen to my command! Shoot him together! Those who hit him will be rewarded with ten guan of money and two maidservants!
Those soldiers looked at each other.
Seeing that King Zhenping outside was about to surrender and be accepted by the Tang army, they themselves would no longer have to fight desperately.
But this King Zhen An Ge Wen dared to cause trouble!
But, this is the King in front of them!
The inertia of obeying superiors for a long time made them dare not rebel.
If the King Zhenping outside really died!
What if they could survive?
Ten guan of money! Two maidservants!
At that time, they would directly take them and flee the city!
Therefore, some people began to pick up the bows and arrows on the city wall.
Their hearts were pounding, their hands were trembling, and they could barely hold the bows and arrows.
One, two, three.
Looking at Jin Bojing on the city wall, who had picked up a bow and arrow and was aiming at him.
Who the hell is this brother who used to eat and wait for death?
Is he his biological brother?
His entire face was filled with anger and shock.
He directly stuffed the royal seal into his embrace, disregarding his posture.
He flung out his short legs and ran towards the Tang army.
Cheng Yaojin was gnawing on some dried meat he had found somewhere.
Heh, not bad, this guy is not tall, his legs are not long, but he runs quite fast.
Yuchi Jingde: Hey, don't eat it all, leave a couple for me.
For such unexciting matters, they could at most watch the fun.
Fang Er sat in the pickup truck, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He opened it, lit one, and began to puff.
He was a heavy smoker in his previous life.
It was just that at the beginning, he was afraid that his stock was too small, so he didn't dare to pick up this habit.
Now there were tens of boxes stored in the warehouse.
So he indulged himself a little.
Cheng Yaojin, who was gnawing on the dried meat, turned his head and saw Fang Er exhale a smoke ring from his mouth, and he looked quite enjoyment.
He was a bit bewildered!
Holy cow! Brother Fang, you're a master of cultivation!
You can actually exhale smoke rings?
He said, leaning closer to Fang Er.
With a fawning expression: Brother, teach your elder brother?
Yuchi Jingde also became interested.
He came over and pointed at the small white stick with smoke in Fang Er's hand.
Come on, brother, let your elder brother try it too?
Fang Er reached into his pocket, took out two, and handed them over.
He then took out the everlasting matches and lit them for them.
Cheng Yaojin, imitating Fang Er, took a deep puff.
Then.
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Cough! Cough!
Then he covered his mouth and coughed continuously.
Smoke spewed out from his nose, mouth, and fingers.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
Brother! Why is it so choking!
Hahahaha!
Fang Er laughed heartily.
Cheng Yaojin's appearance reminded him of his master teaching him to smoke in his previous life.
Xiao Fang, sometimes you can't be too nervous, come, have a cigarette to relax.
At that time, his reaction to his first cigarette was the same as Cheng Yaojin's, even more exaggerated.
Thinking of his master, Fang Er's heart ached.
The eighty-year-old national treasure-level fitter taught him various skills hands-on.
But he hadn't had time to repay his kindness before being thrown into this Great Tang.
He didn't know if his old man's health was still strong. kanδん
Thinking of this, his eyes turned a little red.
He rubbed his eyes with his hand and said with a smile.
Brother Cheng, everyone is like this at first, you'll get used to it.
Cheng Yaojin was half-believing.
Seeing this, Fang Er demonstrated a few more times.
Only then did Cheng Yaojin feel relieved.