As soon as he heard the word "death", An Qingxu's cold sweat flowed down his head.

He never thought that things would become so dangerous. After all, Fan Yang was his father's accumulation over the years, and that was done under his nose. In An Qingxu's heart, the generals of An Lushan should be very loyal. Even if Shi Siming had some thoughts in his heart, he would have to be at ease to follow his orders when he came back.

"Then...what should I do?"

"If Shi Siming dares to come alone, Your Majesty will not have to worry. He has no ghost in his heart, so he will naturally not harm His Majesty. But if he refuses to come or leads a large group of troops out of the city, Hebei Road is probably not something we can accommodate!"

Yan Zhuang's analysis was quite reasonable, but when An Qingxu heard this, he was panicked. If Hebei Road could not accommodate him, the remaining territory would be the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and it would be even more difficult for them to survive.

"Today, I can only take one step at a time. I hope Shi Siming has not become a climate in Fanyang yet!"

Of course, Yan Zhuang could not put all the blame on An Qingxu at this time. They played a good hand in Luoyang in a very small way. Although An Qingxu should have assumed the greatest responsibility, Yan Zhuang has a share in it.

An Qingxu was an unintentional person. At that time, according to Yan Zhuang's words, he stationed the team five miles away from the city gate, and then sent an envoy to the city to send a letter to Shi Siming.

When Shi Siming saw the letter, his brows also frowned.

He did not want to hand over military power to An Qingxu, but An Qingxu was An Lushan's son after all. Without An Lushan, he would not be as good as Shi Siming today. So Shi Siming's original idea was to wait until An Qingxu came back and directly put him under house arrest and find a place around Fanyang for him to eat, drink and have fun there.

In that case, Shi Siming could justify her military power entrusted to him by An Qingxu. To put it bluntly, she wanted to play a scene that Dong Zhuo and Cao Cao played in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and to issue orders in the name of An Qingxu.

But after seeing this, it was obvious that An Qingxu knew his intention a little.

Shi Siming had a little bit of a ghost in his heart, so he would never dare to let him go to the other party’s military camp five miles away to greet An Qingxu.

And he didn't make it clear in Fanyang City that he could only discuss with his son. After all, no matter who can't believe it, his son is still very worthy of trusting, right?

"Father, this is An Qingxu's unkind first. If he is not kind, we will have to be unrighteous. Otherwise, if you make any mistakes in their military camp, when he returns to Fanyang, we will be all dead under his sword! Since things have come to this point, it is better to do it all. My father and I will lead troops out of the city. Even if we capture An Qingxu, we have to capture him. As long as we bring him back to Fanyang, then my father has the final say?"

Shi Siming was also afraid of death. When he heard his son say this, he was moved at the time. While pretending to agree to this matter and let the messenger go back, he began to think about how to control An Qingxu.

Finally, after half an hour of ideological struggle, Shi Siming decided that it was important to save his life first, and An Qingxu would definitely pick him up, but he had to take his men and horses. Not only that, he had to bring more people than An Qingxu.

An Qingxu was only five miles away from the city gate. He could never hide what happened in the city. So when Shi Siming left the city with a total of 30,000 to 40,000 troops, An Qingxu was stunned.

To be honest, he never expected Shi Siming to really disobey his intentions. After all, the current Emperor of Dayan is him, not Shi Siming.

"Prime Minister, what should I do?"

At such a critical moment, only Yan Zhuang could rely on, so An Qingxu hurriedly asked Yan Zhuang.

"This guy doesn't take Your Majesty seriously at all, but Your Majesty doesn't need to panic. Fan Yang is the country captured by the former emperor after all. Although these soldiers are temporarily controlled by Shi Siming, His Majesty brought our men to the front of the formation and shouted, and it seems that Fan Yang is still ours."

An Qingxu knew that if he had not escaped, he could only follow Yan Zhuang's words to see if his identity as An Lushan's own son could make Fan Yang's soldiers turn against Shi Siming.

"Okay! Let's do that!"

"Since that's the case, Your Majesty is waiting for a while. I will go to reorganize the army. When Shi Siming's army arrives in front of the formation, we will line up to face him!"

"Just do what the Prime Minister said!"

An Qingxu finally stabilized his emotions and sat in the big tent waiting for Shi Siming's arrival.

But after waiting for a long time, Yan Zhuang had not yet come to the tent to greet him. Gradually, An Qingxu was a little impatient and asked the guards outside the tent: "Go and see, why has the Prime Minister not finished the army yet?"

After a while, the guards came back in a panic, and then whispered in a low voice: "After the Prime Minister reorganized the army, he said that His Majesty sent him to ask for help, and then he left with 10,000 people. The remaining 10,000 people were waiting for His Majesty, and..."

When An Qingxu heard this, he understood that his feelings were always fooling him before. He raised his arms and shouted, it was obvious that it would be impossible to change the thoughts of Fan Yang's soldiers. His successive failures in Chang'an and Luoyang and Xiangzhou had already reduced the confidence of the soldiers in themselves to the bottom. No one would believe that he could lead the soldiers of Hebei Road again.

"Damn it! I believe in him in everything, and he actually abandoned me at this time!"

An Qingxu had just vented a harsh word, and a full voice outside the tent had already sounded.

"I'll just say that Your Majesty was fooled by Yan Zhuang, otherwise how could he be in line with my uncle?"

When An Qingxu heard this voice, he was even more shocked. It was not someone else's voice, it was Shi Siming.

Before I could react, an old man with a thin body and a not-stunning appearance had already come in. Isn’t it Shi Siming?

"this……"
Chapter completed!