Chang'an is good

Seeing Wang Yue stunned for a long time, Changsun Ji even wondered if he had read the content of the letter wrongly.

However, after reading it over and over again, the content of the letter remained unchanged, only his feelings of shock kept changing.

The young man heard his heart beating almost erratically in his chest, and the thoughts in his mind surged like huge waves.

Changsun Jizhen was shocked. In the confusion, Wang Yue's expression had returned to normal, as if he was just thinking about his words in a daze. At this time, he smiled unpredictably and said: "The envoy has not yet announced the matter to the outside world. Please forgive me for not daring to do so." Talk a lot.”

These words fell into Changsun Ji's ears, which was equivalent to acquiescence.

After a long time, Changsun Ji finally regained his consciousness, folded the letter carefully and neatly, put it solemnly into his arms, stood up and said goodbye to Wang Yue.

Wang Yue personally sent the person out of the Governor's Mansion, with a normal expression all the way, and enthusiastically introduced some elegant places in Jiangdu City to Changsun Ji.

After seeing off the guests, Wang Yue turned around and returned home.

All the snow on the corridor in the house had been cleared away, but Wang Yue didn't seem to be looking at the road at all, and he fell into the flowerbed beside the road.

Seeing Mr. Wang strangely falling in the snow, the clerk who was following behind was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

Wang Yue's face was covered with snow foam, but his expression was still startled and confused. His eyes were slightly widened. This look on his face was like a corner in a theater whose face was covered with white powder. What was in this corner's mind was exactly what he wanted. The timely and noisy drums are beating non-stop.

Wang Yue, whose mind was filled with the sound of playing drums, unconsciously walked out to the study room. Halfway there, he met Yao Ran who had returned from the seventh hall.

Yao Ran held a stack of brochures in his hands, stopped and nodded to Wang Yue: "Mr. Wang."

"Ran Nu Shi..." Wang Yue suddenly approached Yao Ran, grabbed a corner of Yao Ran's sleeve, and pulled him aside.

"Sir?" Yao Ran was stunned and confused.

"Does the female historian know..." Wang Yue lowered his voice and tried his best to make his tone less abnormal: "Does the female historian know that Jishi's real name is Li?"

He had to find someone to share his shock to prevent his brain from being shaken. Looking at the entire Jiangdu Governor's Mansion, Ran Nu Shi was the most trusted by the governor... and there was no one more suitable than her. Chosen!

Suddenly hearing this, Yao Ran's fingers holding the book tightened slightly, but there was no change in his face. He asked almost calmly: "May I ask where Mr. Wangshan learned this statement?"

"The letter written by the envoy..." Wang Yue looked around to make sure no one was approaching, and then said: "This is the letter I was asked to deliver to the head of the Changsun family!"

Yao Ran asked seriously: "Did the envoy inform the head of the Changsun family about this in the letter?"

Seeing Wang Yue nodding, Yao Ran calmly said: "Since it is what the envoy said, it cannot be false."

Yao Ran looked so confident that Wang Yue couldn't figure out whether she knew about this beforehand.

When he was about to ask again, he heard Yao Ran say: "Sir, we don't need to be overly surprised by the truth. We will wait for your Excellency to explain the rest of the matter."

Hearing that she emphasized the word "truth" slightly, Wang Yue was excited and nodded hastily: "Wang understands..."

Yao Ran stepped forward and continued walking towards the outer study. From an angle that no one could see, she stared ahead with shining eyes and silently exhaled a long breath of white mist.

After Changsun Ji returned to the inn where he stayed in silence, he did not talk to the clansmen, but locked himself up.

It was not until the sky darkened that several uncertain clan members went to knock on the door again before Changsun Ji finally agreed to open the door.

The tribesmen walked into the dark room, lit the oil lamps, and lowered their voices and asked: "...How do you say that? Who did Chang Sui Ning choose? Not King Rong?"

Changsun Ji, who was sitting cross-legged on the short back, had not even taken off the cloak on his body. He said, "No."

"Sure enough it's not..."

Those members of the Changsun clan were not surprised.

They heard the news about Chang Suining's recapture of Luoyang on the way, and naturally they did not miss the "Confession Letter" written by King Fanyang Li Fu. Chang Suining, as the final winner of the Battle of Luoyang, destroyed King Rong's plan and brought it to justice. Making it public... This is obviously not an attitude toward supporters, but a clearly hostile stance.

At this time, what they care about most is: "Who did she choose?"

Changsun Ji looked at his clan members: "The choice of Changjie Envoy is Changjie Envoy himself."

Several people were stunned for a moment, and soon someone showed an angry look as if they had been fooled: "...I have already guessed that she was just playing tricks! What she said in the reply was just to lure the head of the family to Jiangdu!"

"Master... while Chang Sui Ning is not here, we should try to leave as soon as possible!"

"No, it's not a lie, it's not a lie..." Changsun Ji said: "The person chosen by the Li family that Changjie envoy said before is indeed someone...that person is herself."

The room was silent for a moment, and the young man could only be heard speaking clearly and distinctly: "Chang Jieshi claims that her surname is Li. She comes from an orthodox royal family and is the youngest daughter of the late emperor."

"...The late emperor's youngest daughter?!" A tribesman almost lost his voice: "How is it possible?"

"How old is she?"

"The late emperor has been dead for many years, and he has never heard of an imperial daughter living abroad..."

Their first reaction was that this was a lie. Changsun Ji had already picked up the letter and said, "Please ask some uncles to read it first."

Several tribesmen came forward one after another to read the contents of the letter, with varying expressions.

Naturally, such a major event cannot be based on Chang Sui Ning's words alone.

Especially regarding the theory of royal bloodline, the late emperor has been dead for many years, and if you want to prove his identity, you need witnesses.

What aroused the attention of the people of the Changsun clan was that Chang Suining himself listed the list of insiders who could prove the matter in the letter, and among them were the ministers of Dali Temple Yao Yi, Taifu Chu and others... and even the former crown prince Xiao. Name!

The importance of the first prince Li Xiao is self-evident. However, the first prince is no longer alive, so there is no way to verify it in person. However, Taifu Chu and others are still alive...

Although the Changsun family was exiled to Qianzhou, their basic connections still existed. It was not impossible to directly verify the matter with the "insiders" on the list.

Grand Tutor Chu's character is highly trustworthy. They will find out later whether what Chang Sui Ning said is groundless.

Several members of the Changsun clan slowly calmed down, suppressed their doubts for the time being, and turned to think about another question: What happens after the verification?
If Chang Sui Ning is really the daughter of the late emperor, what will happen to them?

Several people looked at Changsun Ji subconsciously, and some couldn't help but say: "Ten thousand steps back, she is a woman..."

"There was a precedent for a princess to become emperor in Dasheng." The young man said with stern eyes: "At that time, someone from my eldest grandson's family also served as the right minister, and he was regarded as a wise king and a wise minister."

"When my grandfather entrusted him with his care on his deathbed, he never excluded women from it."

As Changsun Ji spoke, he stood up and frankly confessed his feelings: "Uncles, if this matter is true, I am willing to choose to support Chang Jieshi as the new master of Dasheng on behalf of the Changsun family!"

There was wind coming in through the cracks in the window, and as the candlelight flickered, one could see that the young man's brows were filled with an astonishing look of determination.

The room fell silent again. After a moment, a clan member said: "Master, this matter must not be taken lightly——"

"We have been waiting and watching so far, so how can we say anything rashly?" Changsun Ji said: "I have always had many doubts in my heart when faced with King Rong's recruitment... And while rushing to Jiangdu, I often thought about it. Who can the envoy choose that can really convince me? After thinking about it, I can't find the answer."

"Until my nephew saw this letter..." The young man looked at the letter in the hands of his tribe, and then suddenly raised his eyes, his expression became more determined: "But I felt suddenly enlightened!"

The originally almost unanswerable question suddenly had such an unexpected answer... He was shocked at first, and then his doubts disappeared, leaving only great joy!

"I sat here quietly for a long time, and I felt something in my heart... The reason why Changsun has been lingering and watching until now is that he may be guided by the spirit of his grandfather in heaven!"

The corners of the young man's eyes were slightly red: "Uncles, this may be the way to restore the glory of the eldest grandson family!"

When a young man of his age said something like this, he seemed to be too enthusiastic and not cautious enough.

But this sudden burst of passion in a world full of decay and decay touched people's hearts.

Several tribesmen stood in place and did not move for a long time.

Changsun Ji looked steadily at the elder who had the most say.

The tribesman clenched his fists, but took two steps back, raised his hand and said, "I will send someone to check."

As he said that, he looked around and said, "Look after the master!"

After the accident at home, this child, who seemed to have grown up overnight, rarely showed such a boyish and nagging look today...it was very worrying to see him!

The tribesman took two steps, then sighed again and confessed: "... let him eat something first!"

The remaining two tribesmen responded.

When the tribesman stepped out and raised his hands to close the door, he saw that the palms of his hands were already covered with sweat.

Late at night, Changsun Ji took out the family head seal left by his grandfather and placed it respectfully on the table near the window. He stepped back a few steps, knelt down with red eyes, bowed solemnly, and kowtowed deeply.

The bright moon hangs high outside the window, the night sky is quiet, and the stars are floating on it.

Yao Ran, who had finished handling all his official duties, was currently at his desk reading old letters from his father.

Looking back at this moment, Yao Ran seemed to understand for a long time where the inquiry implied in his father's previous letter came from...

And the father's previous statement of "looking for a daughter for an old friend" seemed to suddenly have a clear and surprising direction...

Even my father's unclear attitude towards Madam Chang, which had been ridiculed by others, finally had a reasonable explanation at this moment.

Yao Ran steadily grasped the messy pieces of paper that had been looked through, and an answer gradually emerged in her mind: her father has always been hiding a huge secret!

Yao Ran began to spread paper and grind, his fingers trembling slightly as he moved.

Her expression was also trembling slightly with excitement.

In her eyes, any surname in the world, as long as the adults in her family like it, just pick it and use it——

Following Chang Suining all the way to this point, Yao Ran is destined to be different from others. The authenticity of the royal bloodline is not important to her. In her opinion, the dignity of an adult does not require any identity blessing at all...

What she cares about is that if this matter is true and can withstand investigation, then her family will have another bargaining chip and chance of winning in this world war!

She wants to ask her father to confirm this matter, and she must convince him to make preparations as soon as possible!
Yao Ran started writing. Although she held the pen tightly, her handwriting was still trembling, as if it was blown by the strong wind in her heart. But she no longer wanted to care about this and just held the pen and wrote quickly.

After writing this letter, Yao Ran walked to the window, opened it and looked northwest.

The sky is getting brighter, and the stars and moon slowly disappear.

To the northwest, Chang Suining led his army to regain Xiangzhou, Weizhou, and Xingzhou that were occupied by the remnants of Fan Yang's army or the rebels.

When they arrived in Xingzhou, Cui Lang and his tribe returned to Qinghe. Looking around, most of them were in ruins.

After Duan Shiang invaded Xingzhou, he once had people take care of the Cui family's ancestral home in Qinghe, sealing up the ancestral books that the Cui family members could not take away in the future. But after the news of Duan Shiang's defeat in Luoyang spread, his old troops stationed in Xingzhou fled after hearing the news, taking away most of Cui's family property.

The rest was divided up by the rebels, or passed into the hands of some rebels.

In addition, soldiers and civilians who had been dissatisfied with the Cui family for a long time set fire to the house, resulting in a scene of ruin at this time.

Cui Lang watched everything in front of him quietly. The tribesmen around him fell to their knees and cried loudly.

They all know that the Cui family of Qinghe in the past is truly gone forever.

"Since you are gone and will never come back, let's move forward with your head held high!" Cui Lang suppressed his tears and said to everyone: "Now that we are here, how can we know that the road ahead will be different than before!"

After he said that, he turned around and left in large strides.

A chubby young man wiped his tears and followed quickly.

"Brother Six..." the chubby young man choked and asked, "Will the road ahead be good?"

"Never mind it!" Cui Lang tossed his sleeves and put his hands behind his back: "Just keep walking!"

Another dandy boy also followed Cui Lang's example and swung his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, grinned and said in agreement: "Listen to Sixth Brother, let's go!"

The other young people also held back their tears and followed suit: "Walk!"

The young people were either tall and straight, or exuding an unruly air, or walking alone with their hands behind their backs, or with their arms around their backs. They walked out of this dilapidated place together with a bit of optimism and determination that was not stingy or afraid.

That night, Chang Suining led a team of light cavalry, took Cui Lang and others, secretly left Xingzhou and headed west towards Bingzhou Taiyuan.

In Taiyuan in the twelfth lunar month, there is a dry chill in the air.

Fortunately, the weather has been fine recently, and there is always warm sunshine every day to dispel some of the cold.

In the Bingzhou Governor's Mansion located in the southwest of Taiyuan, Mrs. Lu held a hand stove and paced back and forth, asking her maid to go to the front yard from time to time to inquire about news.

Several maids took turns running back and forth for several times. This time, they were finally able to say breathlessly: "...Madam, we're here, we're here!"

Hearing this, Cui Tang on the side quickly ran out.

Lu's eyes lit up as she sat down in the chair, and she quickly stood up and walked quickly towards the front yard.

Chang Sui Ning has dismounted outside the Bingzhou Governor's Mansion. (End of chapter)