That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 575

Not long after Xiao Bai left, Xu Beiyou was about to turn around and leave when he saw Xiao Zhinan coming from the direction of Feishuang Palace.

Seeing that Xu Beiyou was the only one here, she couldn't help but wondered: "Why is it only you, Xiao Bai? Ask me to come here to look for him, but he is not here."

Xu Beiyou said bluntly: "His Royal Highness King Qi seems to be heading towards Tongxiantai."

"Tongxiantai?" Xiao Zhinan was even more puzzled, "What is he doing there?"

Xu Beiyou said: "It seems to be related to the Ming Mausoleum of the first emperor."

Xiao Zhinan's expression changed slightly, "Nan Gui, do you know something?"

Xu Beiyou shook his head and said, "I don't know anything, I just guess."

Xiao Zhinan lowered his eyes like autumn water, and said softly: "I also heard that my father said inadvertently that there are many mysteries in that Ming Tomb, and it seems to have a lot to do with the emperor's grandfather, but what is the relationship? Refuse to say any more."

Xu Beiyou smiled, "Let's not talk about that, how are you doing at Feishuang Palace?"

Xiao Zhinan put his hands behind his back, and slowly circled around Xu Beiyou, "Everything is not bad, my aunt and the old concubine are very happy, but the mother's face is not very good-looking."

Xu Beiyou coughed a little uncomfortably, Xiao Zhinan glanced at him and understood, "Are you mad at Queen Mother?"

Xu Beiyou smiled shyly. Empress Xu was both Xiao Zhinan's mother and his mother-in-law. Anyway, the previous behavior was indeed a bit inappropriate.

Xiao Zhinan stopped, took his hand, and said softly: "After all, she is my mother, no matter what happens between us, please don't get involved."

Xu Beiyou also said softly, "Understood."

Xiao Zhinan joked: "Actually, I'm used to it. In this world, mothers are more valuable than their children. It's reasonable for her to favor her brother. To be honest, I didn't understand this truth a few years ago, but I just felt unwilling. Seeing her lonely expression today, I suddenly felt a little emotional, my father seldom set foot in Feishuang Palace these years, my brother is far away in Qizhou, my daughter is close at hand, but I rarely come here, what right do I have to criticize her?"

Xu Beiyou said with a smile: "That's all right. When the queen's anger subsides, I will choose a day to come to her and apologize to her."

Xiao Zhinan hummed lightly.

Xu Beiyou said softly, "You will also go when the time comes, so that's the deal."

Xiao Zhinan turned his head and glanced at the psychic platform that was close to Chi Chi, and suggested, "Go up and have a look?"

Xu Beiyou nodded, and the two of them walked up the white jade steps side by side. This psychic altar was made of white jade, which was as pure as white jade. Apart from the fact that it was built extremely high, there was nothing unusual about it, let alone too many fancy carvings. On the whole, it can be summed up in simple, elegant and simple words, and it is true, this place was originally where Emperor Xiao mourned his late mother, so it should be so.

The two who were about to become husband and wife slowly climbed up the stairs. Xu Beiyou said, "I heard King Qi say that standing on this psychic altar can overlook the prosperous mausoleum of Meishan. I don't know if it's true or not."

Xiao Zhinan smiled and said: "It's true, I heard from my aunt that when the imperial grandfather was alive, he would come here once a month, and then stand alone for half an hour."

Xu Beiyou asked, "I heard that the late Emperor and the Empress Dowager have a very good relationship."

Xiao Zhinan hummed, "The reason why it was said that Emperor Wuzu and his grandfather were at odds was also related to the Empress Dowager."

The two stopped talking and concentrated on climbing up.

After finally climbing to the top, I only felt that the sky was clear and the earth was bright, the vision was excellent, and I felt refreshed.

There was no one else on the psychic altar, Xiao Zhinan looked towards the direction of Shengling, and said: "Among the vassal kings today, except for the elder brother with the most special status, King Mutang of the Liao Dynasty is the most powerful and powerful. The emperor placed Xiao Mahe, the king of Lingwu County, in Julu City. In the middle, there is no intention to monitor Mutangzhi, and as for Yan Wang Xiaoli, it seems that he has no military power, and even a little insignificant, but it is actually a clever move to check and balance Qizhou."

"Qizhou?" Xu Beiyou frowned and said, "Your Majesty intends to guard against King Qi?"

Xiao Zhinan withdrew his gaze, and said calmly: "The emperor's mind."

Xu Beiyou couldn't help sighing, "No matter how happy it seems, it's still the emperor's house after all."

Xiao Zhinan said softly: "The six feudal lords including my brother can work together, but they can't be friends with each other. They have been exposed to it since childhood, and they have engraved their schemes into their bones, and they can't get rid of it."

Xu Beiyou hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "I have some concerns. In fact, my father has already said that among the powerful princes, Yan Wang Xiaoli is the most selfish, Qi Wang Xiaobai is the most selfish, and Liao Wang Mutang is the most thoughtful. Unfathomable."

Xiao Zhinan said if he had something to say: "When I was living in Qiushi that day, Xiao Li said something very right."

She stretched out her hand and wrote two words in front of her.

big new.

……

Next to an ordinary post road outside the imperial capital, there is a small noodle stall that sells large quantities and is affordable, and the business is pretty good. Many passers-by will stop here, rest their feet, and eat a bowl of noodles.

At this time, a middle-aged Confucian scholar was sitting in the stall, burying his head in eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles with two poached eggs.

Yi rode up from the post road, got off his horse in front of the stall, went straight to the bench opposite Confucian scholar and sat down.

The Confucian scholar raised his head unhurriedly and asked, "Would you like to have a bowl?"

The visitor untied the long knife from his waist and slapped it on the table, and said calmly, "I didn't come here all the way for a bowl of noodles."

The Confucian scholar ate his poached egg, and said slowly, "I know, you are for the millions of miles of grassland. Now the white disaster on the grassland is getting worse and worse, and the ministries have suffered heavy losses. The sentiments of all the auspicious groups are so excited that even the mighty king of the grassland is about to be overwhelmed." , but I still say that, if you are not prepared, if you act rashly, you will definitely end up in a disastrous defeat."

The person who came sneered and said: "Eat lamp plant ash, fart lightly, you are talking sarcastic here, the one who is dead is not yours, do you think that Taiji on the grassland is a military general in the Central Plains? Those who dare to rebel easily, those guys who call themselves the grassland eagles are full of jackals, and if they say it, it will be the opposite, and if you fight in the nest first, your plan will become a big joke."

The Confucian scholar put down his chopsticks, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "I have already entrusted Murong Xuanyin to handle this matter. He brought half a piece of seaweed from Xu Beiyou's hand, and after buying grain in Jiangnan and Wei, he transported it by sea. Jian, and then transfer to Julu City from Houjian, and finally send it secretly from Xiulong Grassland to the grassland, so that the urgent need on the grassland can be alleviated.”

The expression on the visitor's face softened slightly, but he still let out a heavy snort.

The Confucian scholar pushed the noodle bowl in front of him aside, and said with a smile: "Of course, judging from the current situation, the white disaster on the grassland will last for more than ten years, and then there is a possibility of warming up, so this is just a stopgap measure." Let’s not talk about whether we have that much money or not, even if we do, such a big move will definitely alarm the Daqi court after a long time.”

The visitor asked in a deep voice, "How long will your plan take?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar squinted his eyes, "One year at the fastest, three years at the slowest."

The visitor was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Forget it, I have been waiting for so many years, and I don't care about this moment."

The Confucian scholar stretched out his fingers and tapped the table lightly.

Tuk tuk tuk.

(End of this chapter)