Huo Qubing turned his head and looked. A fairy in white clothes was floating in the mist outside the window. He was the biological father who taught him to march and fight six years ago and guided him on the road to war.

He didn't have much feelings for this biological father, but he was still a little incest against his nominal father Huo Zhongru. Once he passed by Pingyang County, visited Huo Zhongru, and brought Huo Zhongru's son Huo Guang back to Chang'an to cultivate it. This feeling may come from the lack of fatherly love, or resentment towards his mother and biological father. In short, no one knows the pride of the genius boy.

Liu Yanzhi was not surprised by Huo Qubing's way of committing suicide by slashing his sword, and did not stop him. Instead, he jumped into the room, sat cross-legged, and took off a pair of hiking shoes on his feet that were inconsistent with the times and placed them aside. There was no concept of chairs and stools in the Han Dynasty. The room was covered with floor mats made of reeds, and he had to take off his shoes when entering the door. This is how the allusion of swords and shoes coming to the hall came from.

"Put down the thing in your hand, let's have a drink and chat."

In this world, there are only two people who can speak to Huo Qubing in this tone, one is the current emperor Liu Che, and the other is the one in front of him.

Huo Qubing threw down his long sword in dejectedly, sat opposite Liu Yanzhi, and after a while, he said, "Why did you come today?"

"I will only appear when you need me." Liu Yanzhi said mysteriously, "If I didn't show up just now, you are already lying on the ground and you are killing people like a numbness, you must know what the effect of cutting the carotid artery is. Blood will spill over the whole room like a fountain, and you will slowly lose strength, your body will become cold, your consciousness will be blurred, and then you will die."

Huo Qubing didn't speak, his eyes were still dull, without any domineering and sharpness of fighting for many years. Instead, he looked like a deep depression patient who jumped off a building if he had a disagreement.

Liu Yanzhi sighed secretly: "Why, I'm here from afar, are you going to invite me to have a glass of wine?"

After a full minute, Huo Qubing slowly got up and rang the bronze bell under the corridor. This was a tool to call his servants. The Grand Sima needed to be quiet. The servants lived far away. At dawn, there were still people on duty. After hearing the ringtone, there were a burst of rapid footsteps. Three servants wearing high gauze hats came downstairs to kneel down to obey the orders.

"Prepare wine." Huo Qubing said two words concisely.

The attendants trotted through the courtyard to the kitchen to send orders to buy food and drinks. Huo Qubing died in September. It was mid-autumn. The back garden of the Grand Sima Mansion was a little bleak, and the fog gradually dissipated, revealing the tall and majestic Weiyang Palace in the distance.

Huo Qubing still said nothing and had no desire to talk. Liu Yanzhi had to talk to himself: "Let me guess the reason why you don't want to live. First of all, you feel that you have no interest in life. The Huns are too fucked. You were only twenty-four years old and sealed the wolf's servants and swept across the desert. Victory is no longer attractive to you and cannot stimulate your nerves. The threshold you are fast enough to increase too much and too fast, and reality can no longer keep up."

Speaking of this, Huo Qubing looked up at Liu Yanzhi, showing a slight expression of recognition.

"But your biggest enemy is not the Huns, but the people closest to you. Their power, even the Grand Sima, General Cavalry, and the Champion of the Marquis, you cannot fight against it. You live a hard life, you are proud in your bones, you like the feeling of the stars holding the moon, you like to be admired by the people, appreciated by the emperor, and loved by the soldiers, but you have gained these before, but you have all lost them."

Huo Qubing sat upright, his eyes gradually became more and more energetic. No one dared to say these words to him, only the immortal in front of him.

"You joined the army at the age of seventeen and were out of control. You made great achievements and chased Wei Qing, your mother's younger brother, your uncle Wei Qing. It is undeniable that Wei Qing is good at fighting, but you are better at fighting and younger than him. Having such two generals who can fight is a blessing for the Han Dynasty, but not the emperor."

Ordinary people may not understand this, but the old man who fought for power would understand that his achievements were so great that he was shocked by the master. What's more, the two generals who were in charge of almost all the Han Dynasty's army, the current emperor Liu Che has lived in the whirlpool of power struggle since he was a child. He understood the truth too much. Wei Qing was Huo Qubing and were all from the Wei family, and his queen guard son and husband gave birth to a son, who interfered in politics, and there were endless troubles. The Wei family's strength expanded too rapidly, which threatened the imperial power. Therefore, Huo Qubing's existence is a blessing for the country, but not a blessing for the royal family.

Liu Yan said directly: "So the emperor deliberately supported you vigorously, took advantage of your young character to compete with Wei Qing everywhere, and supported you to become another force in order to compete with the Wei clan."

Huo Qubing finally spoke, and he smiled sadly: "What kind of Wei clan is just a group of slaves in Princess Pingyang's mansion."

This is true. The Wei family is all slaves of Princess Pingyang. Huo Qubing's mother Wei Jun is a maid, Wei Qing is a cavalry slave. Today, the queen's guard Zifu is a dancer who is deliberately trained by the princess to send him to the palace to please the emperor. However, I didn't expect that the investment had a huge return. Wei Zifu actually became the queen, and Wei Zifu's son is likely to become the prince. The Wei family is also very successful. Wei Qing led his troops to the south of the Monan at a young age and won consecutive battles. Now there is a more capable Huo Qubing. The Wei family is no longer a slave, and the strength of the Wei family has actually surpassed that of Princess Pingyang.

Liu Yan said straight: "The Wei clan is just a title. After all, it is just an interest group. Princess Pingyang is also an important figure in this group. They prosper and lose both. In two years, when the prince consort dies, Princess Pingyang will marry your uncle Wei Qing. If you die now, you will not be able to eat their wedding banquet."

"Princess married to the former cavalry slave?" Huo Qubing sneered in disbelief, but his smile became stiffer, because the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Princess Pingyang could definitely do this with her temper.

"The emperor wants to use you to divide and balance the power of the Wei family, but unfortunately he misunderstood you. You are a military general and are not good at political struggles, but you cannot let you do so. All the generals under Wei Qing surrender to your account, because it is easier to be a marquis when fighting with you, and the emperor also favors you more. Gradually, you have the possibility of replacing Wei Qing. So the Wei family regards you as an enemy. Although they are actually your relatives, you feel this hostility. The first thing you think of is to try your best to please them. So you risk your life to advise the emperor and ask the princes to be enfeoffed so that Wei Zifu's son can successfully inherit the throne. This matter disappoints the emperor and no longer trusts you."

Huo Qubing was sitting on pins and needles, and the servants came up to the stairs to deliver wine and food. Time flies, and only cold dishes were purchased in the kitchen. The raw fish stewed with golden plates was very good. The raw fish meat was cut into thin strips, which looked as bright and transparent as white vermicelli. With fermented black beans, rice vinegar, clear sauce, coriander, garlic, and green onions, the mixture was extremely delicious. The wine was low-altitude rice wine, which was filled with copper jar, sweet and refreshing.

The Han Dynasty implemented a food sharing system, and each person set up a small table in front of him, each eating his own food without interfering with each other. The servants were serving him and helping him pour wine or something. Huo Qubing waved his hand to repel them and continued the topic just now.

Liu Yanzhi picked up a chopstick and tasted the fish shredded fish, nodded and said, "Not bad."

"So," Huo Qubing said. He didn't move his chopsticks and had no appetite.

"The Wei family interest group has actually attacked you for a long time, but you just don't know. Do you still remember the killing of Li Gan?"

Huo Qubing's face turned gloomy. Of course, he remembered this. Li Gan was Li Guang's son. He complained about Wei Qing because of Li Guang's suicide, so he killed Wei Qing. He was unaware of this. Until one time he was hunting in Ganquan Palace, someone secretly told him that Huo Qubing's young hero had no sand in his eyes, had an extremely irritable temper, and had a very good relationship with his uncle Wei Qing. He immediately had a murderous intention and shot Li Gan in front of everyone without hesitation. Li Gan was a marquis of Guannei, a doctor, and had a high official title. The Li family was also a prominent family. How could he kill him just by saying that he could kill him? Although this matter was later suppressed by the emperor, it had a fatal blow to Huo Qubing's reputation.

"Others only know your glamorous appearance, not your inner suffering. You are a general, but you cannot have the morale of the army. You are all surrendered generals of the Huns, who only recognize gold and silver but not people. You are the Grand Sima, but you have no allies and enemies in the court. They will not give you advice and will only dig traps for you. You are the son of the Wei family, but they are treated as enemies. You have been a child without a father since childhood. Your mother remarries and does not take care of you enough. You lack family affection, so you treat the Huo family as a relative. You have been deeply trusted by the emperor, but he is suspicious of him. You are only twenty-four years old and should not have endured these troubles."

After Liu Yanzhi said that, he raised his glass and drank it all, and looked at the sword: "So you plan to commit suicide, your death will satisfy everyone."

Huo Qubing didn't speak, which was a default.

"Die. After you die, Liu Che will send all the mysterious armored soldiers from all over the country to mourn you, and build your tomb as majestic as the Qilian Mountains. You will leave your name to history and become the most warlike general in history, but are you willing?"

"So what can?" Huo Qubing smiled bitterly in despair.

"If I take you to a place, it will be uneasy there. The Huns occupied the Central Plains, and wars were everywhere, and heroes were competing for the destiny. No one knew you were Huo Qubing, no emperor or Wei family, everything had to start from scratch. Every step from a small pawn to a general depends on you to take. Are you willing?"

"I do!" Huo Qubing stood up excitedly and kicked the table over.

"Okay, come with me." Liu Yan stood up straight and pulled Huo Qubing's arm. He hooked his toes and kicked the sword in his hand. He flew out of the window and rose slowly. Several waiters holding roast lamb downstairs raised their heads in shock and witnessed the Grand Sima ascending in the sun by the immortal.

In September of the sixth year of Yuanshou, news of Huo Qubing's death was vague, and the whole court breathed a sigh of relief. As Liu Yanzhi said, Huo Qubing's death would satisfy everyone, and no one pursued the cause of his death, including his mother, Wei Shaoyan, and Chang'an happily held the funeral of the General of the Cavalry.

At this time, Huo Qubing had not left the Han Dynasty. He and his father watched his funeral in the air. The emperor dispatched the Xuanjia Army of the five counties to Maoling from Chang to Maoling. The grand specifications and the vast momentum made him sigh at the distortion of human nature. If they really were reluctant to leave, why would they force themselves to death?
Chapter completed!