After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Duke Xia's mansion.

The main house of the main courtyard.

A candle was burning on the Eight Immortals table in the room.

The candle is half burnt.

There was also a strong herbal smell in the room.

Xia Guogong Xia Mochou is a little worried at the moment.

He looked at Hua Manting who was sitting across from him, and asked in great perplexity: "Why did you reveal his identity on Wangqingtai?"

"Do you know that there has been a discord between the royal family and the Jianjian Tower all these years, and there must be spies planted by the Priest in the Jianjian Tower!"

"If you spread it like this, Ji Shufang must know!"

"Then the royal family will know in the shortest time!"

"Everyone in the world...will know about it soon!"

"This is of no benefit to the Sword Cleansing Building! This is to Li Chen'an, the old man has no idea what it is good for!"

Hua Manting stroked his long beard, the expression on his face was still a bit dignified.

"Anyone who has heard of Wangqingtai knows that Wangqingtai's forbidden area never returns. Since he has gone, in the eyes of Wu's royal family, Li Chen'an is really dead!"

"The drama on the top of the West Mountain, after all, has many flaws. Sooner or later, Ji Shufang will find out that he is still alive...Since this is the case, the old man thinks it is better to let the Wu royal family know the truth about him."

"The old emperor, Emperor Wu, seems to be ignoring the government, but this old guy is not idle. He is much smarter than the prince Wu Qian."

"Emperor Wu didn't read Li Chen'an's poems and articles, he read the outlines of governing the country that Li Chen'an left for Wen Zhuyu and the others!"

"Emperor Wu is one of the people in this world who knows Li Chen'an very well!"

"Let him know now that Li Chen'an has entered Wangqingtai... With his suspicious personality, he will not go to Xijian Tower at this time, he will send spies from the Jishu Chamber to watch secretly."

"Because, he would really like to know if Li Chenan can come out!"

"In this way, the Jianjian Tower will be safe for a short time."

Xia Mochou still frowned, "But he really can't get out!"

"If he can't come out, there will be no more Li Chen'an in the world, Ningguo... the light that Xi Wei expected will be extinguished!"

"The old man is still pretending to be Xi Wei, what's the point of that? What's the point of pretending to be sick in bed?"

Hua Manting raised his eyes to look at Xia Mochou, and asked suddenly: "But the old man told you a few days ago that he was going to enter Wangqingtai, but you didn't stop him. Not only did you not stop him, you even wrote a letter to Wu Ximiao, ask him to make it easier for Li Chenan."

"What do you mean?"

Xia Mochou leaned back slightly, a smile gradually appeared on that originally serious face:
"You could have prevented him from entering Wangqingtai, but you took the time to go to Wangqingtai. You also let him in on purpose. What's your intention?"

The two looked at each other, and for a moment, both smiled.

After another moment, they all sighed.

Xia Mochou looked at the moonlight outside the window, "The hundred years of Sword Discourse in Shushan is approaching."

"Dali has destroyed the country for thousands of years. In the past thousand years, the Yinmen may have penetrated the rivers and lakes and even the temples of various countries, but no one knows who is in the Yinmen!"

"The Yinyue Pavilion is a secret stronghold of the hidden door in the world. It is said that it is in the Yunshan Mountain, but Yunshen does not know where it is."

"Whether it's the Imperial City Secretary of Ning State, the Privy Council of Yue State, or the Privy Chamber of Wu State, no one has been able to find out its location for so many years."

"If people from the Yinmen appear in large numbers in the world, if there is another Shushan sword debate... how many great masters will die?"

"Their martial arts are too high."

"We don't have much time left."

"Over the years, I have seen all the young people in the world. Although they have produced many talents, they have not really grown up yet."

"Even if it is Master Xiao of Wanxi Zhai, she is considered the most talented one, but she is only a half-step grand master."

"My granddaughter Xia Hua, who was enlightened by Li Chen'an's words, has only reached a lower level..."

Xia Mochou shook her head, "I'm afraid it's too late."

"Instead of this, why not let Li Chen'an enter Wangqingtai, in case he can penetrate the world's number one miraculous skill, the Buer Zhou Tianjue, and if the sixth Shushan Discussion of Swords really happens... With him leading, the odds of winning will always be much greater. "

"What you think, it should be the same!"

Hua Manting nodded slightly, he thought more of it, but he didn't tell Xia Mochou.

"This is the mind of a gambler. You and I have been gambling all our lives."

"You bet that Emperor Wu can take care of the overall situation, but I bet..."

Before Hua Manting finished speaking, Xia Liu hurried in.

"Father, the prince is here."

Xia Mochou raised her old eyes: "How about Gou Kuo serving as Wuya Gatekeeper?"

"Return to father, His Royal Highness has agreed, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that His Royal Highness didn't mention how the second brother will arrange after he returns to Beijing."

The corner of Xia Mochou's mouth curled up, "I know, you go to pick up the prince, and tell him that the old man is terminally ill, and you really can't come to meet him."

"My son obeys!"

Xia Liu turned and left, Hua Manting also stood up, cupped her hands at Xia Mochou, "I admire you!"

"Admiration...Wu Yaguan will definitely not be able to defend it. If it is thrown into my son's hands, it will just give the prince a chance to attack Xia Guogong's mansion."

"You go, the old man is going to lie down."

"Then take care of your illness, goodbye!"

"Wait a minute, if I want to find you, where can I go?"

Hua Manting turned around and walked, "Bailu Academy, look for Qiuchen."

Xia Mochou was startled, looked at Hua Manting's leaving back, for a moment, suddenly smiled:
"You old bastard, you actually convinced that stubborn Qiu Chen, yes!"

He wrapped a white towel on the table around his head, lay down on the bed, and covered himself with a quilt. His violent coughing sound came from the room.

When Prince Wu Qian walked into the room with Qiu Jiulou, under the dim light, what he saw was Xia Guogong's pale old face.

And those pale old eyes.

"Cough cough cough cough...!"

Xia Mochou turned his head with difficulty, and he tried his best to lift up, as if he wanted to struggle to get up.

Xia Liu hurried over, Xia Mochou coughed again, his dying voice reached Wu Qian's ears:
"Your Highness, Your Highness...!"

"Your Highness, have you come to see the old minister?"

"Quick, help me up, get up!"

"Let the old minister take a good look at His Highness..."

"Only after the old minister dies and dies can he remember His Highness's appearance!"

Wu Qian's heart tightened, you old bastard, you die when you die, what do you want to do remembering Ben Gong's appearance?
"Old Duke Xia, lie down!"

"You are the most trusted minister of the emperor, and you are the pillar of our Wu country!"

"I think that after I ascend the throne, I can get the great help of the Duke...you will be fine!"

"Little Guizi!"

"The slave is here!"

"Hurry up and ask the imperial doctor in the palace to show Xia Guogong a good life!"

"The slave obeys!"

Xia Guogong raised his hand tremblingly, "Many, thank you, Your Highness!"

"I also want to live a few more days, and I want to put on a battle armor and ride a horse to lay down a big river for His Highness!" (End of this chapter)