webnovelvip Chapter 120 Yuwen Chenglong: How dare you, you old thief Yuwen, plot rebellion! Take this sword stri
Chapter 120 Yuwen Chenglong: How dare you, you old thief Yuwen, plot rebellion! Take this sword stri
The leader was tall and imposing, and looked somewhat familiar.
As the person approached, Yuwen Chengdu saw his face clearly and froze on the spot, his pupils shrinking and his face filled with disbelief.
He even suspected that he had been overworked for days and was so mentally unstable that he was hallucinating.
"General Tianbao, has His Majesty rested?"
Lu Xiao strode forward and asked Yuwen Chengdu, who was standing there stunned.
Yuwen Chenglong followed behind, and seeing his elder brother standing motionless, he couldn't help but mutter:
"Good heavens, has my brother been frozen stiff? If he's like this, what will happen to my dad? He'll freeze to death!"
"Prince Shuo?" Yuwen Chengdu finally came to his senses, his voice trembling slightly, still staring at Lü Xiao in disbelief.
It wasn't until Yuwen Chenglong got close that he subconsciously raised his hand and slapped Yuwen Chenglong hard across the face.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of a slap was particularly loud at the quiet camp gate.
Yuwen Chenglong felt a sharp pain in his cheek, and was knocked so hard that he spun around several times like a top.
"Brother, why did you hit me!"
Yuwen Chenglong covered his swollen cheek, his face full of grievance and confusion. Why had he been slapped like that?
"It's not a dream!" Yuwen Chengdu's face instantly lit up with joy, all his previous doubts and confusion vanished.
In recent days, he had watched Yang Guang grow increasingly haggard as he failed to capture Liaodong City, and he was anxious but helpless.
Now that Lü Xiao has returned, he will surely be able to relieve the predicament of Liaodong.
"Hmm." Lü Xiao nodded in response, pointed to the Chixiao Army soldiers behind him, and said to Yuwen Chengdu:
"General Tianbao, first order someone to slaughter a dozen sheep and stew some mutton soup so that the brothers can warm themselves up. They've been traveling for days and must be exhausted."
"Alright! I'll make the arrangements right away!" Yuwen Chengdu quickly responded and turned around to instruct the personal guards beside him to prepare.
"I'm going to see His Majesty."
Lu Xiao waved his hand and walked straight toward the main tent.
Outside the main tent, two golden-armored warriors stood upright on either side, weapons in hand, their expressions solemn.
Both of them were initially taken aback when they saw Lü Xiao approaching.
After a moment of stunned silence, he quickly bowed and stepped aside to make way, not daring to obstruct the way in the slightest.
Lu Xiao entered the main tent, where a fire was burning brightly and the air was warm, a stark contrast to the bitter cold outside.
He found a spot near the stove and sat down, warming his hands by the fire. The fatigue from days of travel gradually dissipated.
At this moment, Yang Guang was resting on his couch, his brows furrowed and his expression uneasy, clearly trapped in a nightmare.
In the dream, Yang Guang still sat upright in the imperial court.
But the prince and all his civil and military officials glared at him angrily, pointing their fingers at him and cursing him as a foolish ruler who neglected state affairs and was obsessed with war.
What alarmed him even more was that Yuwen Huaji, clad in armor and riding a warhorse, brazenly stormed into the court and shouted at him:
"You tyrant, abdicate now!"
"I am not a tyrant! You traitors and rebels all deserve to die!"
Yang Guang roared and sat up from the couch, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"His Majesty!"
The golden-armored warriors outside the tent rushed in upon hearing the commotion.
"Step back." Yang Guang lowered his head, waved his hand, and said in a tired and hoarse voice.
"Zi Lie?"
Yang Guang slowly turned his head, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the stove, where he saw a familiar figure bending over to add charcoal.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Lü Xiao.
Yang Guang immediately realized that he was still dreaming.
How could Lü Xiaoyuan, who is far away in Pyongyang, suddenly appear here?
"Your Majesty, were you having a nightmare just now?" Lü Xiao asked, turning around.
"Yes, I dreamt that there were treacherous officials trying to kill me."
Yang Guang chuckled, walked to the stove, and looked much more relaxed.
Since it's a dream within a dream, and with Lü Xiao by your side to protect you, there's no need to panic too much.
"Does Your Majesty remember what that thief looked like? I will kill him for you."
Lu Xiao echoed his words, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"It's Yuwen Huaji!" Yang Guang said with certainty, his face full of anger.
The scene from his dream was still vivid in his mind; Yuwen Huaji's arrogant expression made him grit his teeth in hatred.
"Men, seize Yuwen Huaji!" Lü Xiao shouted loudly towards the outside of the tent.
Footsteps were immediately heard outside the tent, and two golden-armored warriors responded and went to investigate.
A moment later, Yuwen Huaji, who was still asleep, was roughly pushed in.
He was only wearing a thin coat, clearly having been forcibly dragged out of bed.
"Your Majesty, what crime have I committed?" Yuwen Huaji looked bewildered, but when his eyes caught sight of Lü Xiao, he was startled.
What's going on? Why is Lü Xiao here too? Am I dreaming?
"Yuwen Huaji, you dare to rebel, covet my empire, and yet you dare to argue!"
Yang Guang drew his sword, the tip pointing directly at Yuwen Huaji.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?" Yuwen Huaji saw that Yang Guang was serious and knelt down with a thud.
Although he occasionally had thoughts of overstepping his bounds, he only dared to think about it in his heart and would never actually dare to rebel.
"His Majesty dreamt that you were plotting a rebellion," Lü Xiao said gleefully, leaning against the fireplace. "Prime Minister, it seems you're in for some trouble this time."
"This...this is a dream, Your Majesty!"
Yuwen Huaji instantly understood the reason, and hurriedly hugged Yang Guang's leg, tears streaming down his face.
"Your Highness, the mutton soup is here!" Just then, Yuwen Chenglong carried a basin of mutton soup into the tent.
But when he saw Yuwen Huaji kneeling on the ground, burying his face in his hands and weeping, he asked in confusion, "Father, what's wrong?"
"Your father is plotting a rebellion; His Majesty wants to execute him."
Lu Xiao took the mutton soup and watched the farce with great interest as he drank it.
"I am no longer a member of the Yuwen family, you old traitor Yuwen, how dare you plot rebellion!"
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Chenglong immediately took two large steps back.
While speaking, he distanced himself from Yuwen Huaji in terms of both stance and physical distance.
He even drew his sword, ready to sacrifice his own family for the greater good to prove his innocence.
After all, he wasn't called Yuwen Chenglong, a loyal minister of the Sui Dynasty, for nothing.
This commotion instantly brought Yang Guang to his senses.
He suddenly realized that this didn't seem like a dream.
He was both surprised and delighted, and smashed the mutton that Lü Xiao had just picked up from the pot with his sword.
With a clang, the mutton fell back into the pot.
Lu Xiao raised an eyebrow and picked up another piece.
Seeing this, Yang Guang swung his sword down again, the movement swift and decisive.
"Your Majesty, I risked my life to rush back and help you attack Liaodong City. Can you please stop making a scene?"
The veins on Lü Xiao's forehead bulged, and his hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.
If it weren't for Yang Guang, he would have already started slamming the ball down.
Upon hearing this, Yang Guang stared at Lü Xiao for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
He stepped forward, patted Lü Xiao on the shoulder, his eyes filled with relief and elation:
"Hahaha! Good lad, this isn't a dream!"
"My invincible Lü Zilie has finally returned!"