Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Wumu's identity as the devil in his heart has not changed at all, but has become deeper.

Haha, that smile, and those familiar words - that devil is really planning something, right?

Lu Qing was horrified and felt that he seemed to have touched some of Wu Mu's conspiracy. He unconsciously curled up his back and assumed that weak and innocent posture.It was like his body's instinctive reaction in the face of a powerful predator.

He was like a little sparrow being preyed upon by a tiger. Apart from flapping his wings to escape, he seemed to have no choice but to wait for his fate.

Lu Qing didn't dare to speak. When Wu Mu didn't speak, he always remained silent like this.

"Sir, he is also willing to be Qingyi's political advisor..."

This was the position Wu Mu chose for Lu Qing after careful consideration.This position is not very high, but it is already very high for a fledgling Lu Qing who arrived in Qingyi for the first time.

This position is equivalent to the third-rank minister in the Great Xia court. Although he does not hold real power, he has the qualifications to discuss political affairs. From now on, most of Qingyi's confidential information will be fully open to Lu Qing.

Wu Mu looked down at Lu Qing's drooped forehead, trying to tell from his expression whether he was satisfied with this official position.

If he is not satisfied, Wu Mu's eyes will become deeper, or... But it is not too early to give the location of King Youxian now...

Contrary to Wu Mu's expectation, Lu Qing was essentially unaware of Qing Yi's position status. As long as Wu Mu spoke, he felt that his only choice was that one.

"I...I have little talent and little knowledge..."

Lu Qing's face suddenly turned cold when he saw Wu Mu, and his heart beat faster. Because he was afraid that Wu Mu would misunderstand his refusal, Lu Qing spoke faster and added.

"However, how dare you refuse His Majesty's kindness? I will take on this responsibility for the time being. When there is a worthy person, I will abdicate to make way for the talented person."

After finishing speaking, Lu Qing swallowed nervously, fearing that Wu Mu would be dissatisfied.

Wu Mu smiled and didn't care about his retreat.

Resign to give way?
Did he underestimate Qingyi, or did he overestimate the Qingyi people?
As far as the Qingyi people in the current border are concerned, not one out of a hundred people may be literate.In addition, the Central Plains people have a deeper hatred for Qingyi, and they will not come to defect.

Lu Qing is an exception. After all, he never thought of coming to Qingyi, but Wu Mu found out about a good prospect, so he used various means to get people to Qingyi.

When Lu Qing said he would abdicate in favor of someone more worthy, he probably didn't know the current situation, right?
Wu Mu raised the corners of his mouth with a teasing smile.

'I wonder where he, the doctor, will find talented people? '

……

When the news of Fu Sheng's return to the Huai'an Palace reached Jiang Sile's ears, Jiang Sile was playing chess with Xuan Qing - backgammon.

Ever since Jiang Sile taught Ayi Shi and Amu the backgammon, he has become an invincible player in Dabenzhuyuan.After so many years of backgammon experience in class, Jiang Sile was enough to crush a large group of people.

Even the little Taoist priest, who was a master of chess, had to be defeated miserably in front of her.

However, Jiang Sile didn't know that the little Taoist priest had such a strong desire to win. After being defeated by Jiang Sile several times, he went to Yunhai Temple to recruit reinforcements.

The Zhulin Villa is very lively these days, and many young Taoist priests come here to fight her.

This made Jiang Sile dumbfounded. Could it be that he was beating the younger one before the older one came?

Of course, there are many young Taoist priests who want to skip their daily classes and go down the mountain to relax.

In their eyes, Jiang Sile has become a good benefactor and confidant sister.

In addition to the young Taoist priests, there are also young Taoist nuns from nearby Taoist temples who will also come to Jiang Sile.Following the little girls, we made garlands, drew wicker sticks, and talked about our thoughts. Time passed by in a blink of an eye.

It is rare that there has been no heavy snowfall in winter for several years, but as Ju Jiang Sile knows, snow disasters in other state capitals are very severe.The heavy snow crushed the crop seedlings, causing many people to complain to God.

In some remote counties, there are still people who freeze to death in winter.Those poor people did not have winter clothes or stored food, and some were even kicked out of their houses.

The wind in winter is extremely cold, and if a person wears thin clothing, if the wind blows a few times, he will definitely get sick.

Such people have no money to buy medicine when they get sick, so some go to the mountains to try their luck and find some weeds to eat as medicinal herbs, but to no avail, they can only make their illness worse.Moreover, the beasts in the mountains treat weak people like a feast. Few people can survive this winter when hungry tigers pounce on them.

Winter passed like this, bringing with it its coldness and inhumanity.

Jiang Sile sat blankly on the high peach wood chair near the window, looking at the tall peach tree in the courtyard.

The tree grew extremely tall, as tall as a two or three-story building.Looking at the huge branches always makes people passing by this tree sigh.

How old is this big tree?
Five years, ten years?
I'm afraid it won't stop...

According to the Taoist priest who came to Jiang Sile to play... ahem, debate Zen skills, it was at least 50 to [-] years old.

At least judging from their experience playing in the woods at the back of the mountain, how could this tree have grown so tall in less than 50 or [-] years?

The little Taoist priests were all confused, especially Jiang Sile.

But even if there is no answer to this kind of question, it doesn't seem to matter.

Jiang Sile, who was spending the winter in the garden these days, had unknowingly developed the habit of staring at the big trees in a daze every day.

She always sat on a high chair in the house, opened the window, and looked at the pale green dead leaves and brown branches. Then her head began to relax consciously, and her thoughts drifted here and there with the breeze, without finding any place.

Thoughts are flying and disorganized.

Often when a biting winter wind passes by, Jiang Sile is already shivering with cold, and has no choice but to close the window and go to warm his hands by the stove with Ayi.

Days like this were ordinary and uneventful, just like the months before Jiang Sile arrived in the capital.

Except for the group of Taoist priests from Yunhaiguan, they would go to play at the foot of the mountain from time to time, and they would also talk to her about Taoism and discern the mysteries.

Of course, most of them are no match for Jiang Sile in this regard.

After all, living in a modern world where gangsters are everywhere, trying to defeat the group of Taoist priests who have not yet fledged is a waste of time.

But over time, it seemed that the young Taoist priests at Yunhai Taoist Temple wanted to come and debate with her.

Even Xuan Qingzi, who Jiang Sile always thought was mature and wise, was like this.

Even though this man is old, he still has a bit of fun and mischief.

Jiang Sile guessed that it was so boring to meditate on the mountain that even the master couldn't sit still.

"What are you doing here again?"

Jiang Sile, who was gathering around the stove to keep warm, saw Xuan Qingzi, who was wearing a dark green Taoist robe next to A Yi, with a bit of amusement in his eyes, and even his words were a bit speechless.

"Can't the Taoist temple even buy charcoal wood? Do you still have to bother the master to come to my small place to keep warm?"

After getting to know Xuan Qingzi, Jiang Sile teased him a lot.In addition to being interesting, there is also a little bit of personal vendetta.

Jiang Sile curled his lips and thought to himself: Who told this person to put on such an immortal and extraordinary face when he first met her?

In her opinion, it was clearly a bit of teasing.

When he thought that he actually had some respect for this old Taoist priest, Jiang Sile couldn't help but feel angry because of his true appearance now.

Now she finally knew that although the old Taoist priest looked like a fairy on the outside, he was actually a competitive old naughty boy on the inside.

She regretted playing chess with a weak woman. After being blocked by Jiang Sile, Xuan Qingzi complained about her again, saying that she should...respect the old and care for the young.

Ha ha
From then on, Xuan Qingzi's image of a Taoist master was completely shattered by Jiang Sile, and was shattered into dregs. When the wind blew, nothing was left.

Oh, you still have to be a Taoist immortal.

The more contact she had with Xuan Qingzi, the more Jiang Sile hated herself for the person she had been frightened by Xuan Qingzi and pretended to be.

"The old way is to go down the mountain and take a walk... yes, take a walk..."

Seeing Xuan Qingzi's smiling way to fool her, Jiang Sile turned her head and ignored him, and continued to chat affectionately with A Yishi by the stove.

But facing Jiang Sile's attitude, the old Taoist priest didn't feel any pain at all and didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

After a while, the old Taoist priest took the initiative to talk to him. He was very concerned, stroking his beard kindly, and said slowly: "How much has His Highness's illness been relieved recently?"

"Maybe there are indeed some..."

Jiang Sile answered her words and recalled in his mind the scenes he had seen in his eyes these days.

Now he can clearly distinguish the difference between the two worlds.

It was like game frames stuck, or animations overlapping. Although the results were stuck one after another, overall, she could at least see things in the world other than people.

This made Jiang Sile feel relieved. After all, it was really disturbing that he had no ability to protect himself.

Now at least she no longer has to worry about running into a tree or stepping into a ditch.

So Jiang Sile always thought that this was a sign that his symptoms were gradually getting better.

This also allowed her to let go of her tense heartstrings and be able to enjoy her current life peacefully.

After hearing Jiang Sile's words, Xuan Qingzi nodded and said nothing more, as if he came here today just to warm up by the fire and talk to old friends.

When all Xuan Qingzi's figures left the other courtyard, Jiang Sile was still confused as to why he was here.

However, this matter seems to be the same age as the big tree in the courtyard. Even if there is no answer, it seems to be possible?

In this way, Jiang Sile didn't care about the old Taoist priest's departure, and concentrated on completing his life wholeheartedly.

Throwing herself into the happiness she had so hard to come by.

The news about Fu Sheng going to the southern border was reported by the red guards. After all, the people living in Zhuyuan were not very interested in the news that a prince had left Kyoto.

Even if the prince was once an old friend of Jiang Sile, of course, few people probably know and remember this matter.

The guard in red seemed to have deliberately delayed the news. By the time his news reached Jiang Sile's ears, Fu Sheng had already arrived in the southern border for almost a month.

The guard in red came and went in a hurry, and disappeared after delivering the news to Jiang Sile.

Jiang Sile guessed that he probably had other important things to worry about, so he didn't stop him.

But Fu Sheng's departure from Kyoto still made Jiang Sile's heart tighten at a certain moment and his mind went blank.

It seemed that only at this moment did Jiang Sile understand: Oh, Fu Sheng is the eldest son... so it is natural for him to go to the southern border...

Of course a ghost?

Jiang Sile couldn't deceive herself. Even though she didn't know everything now, her keen intuition told her that this matter was unusual.

It seems that there is something hidden behind.

But even Jiang Sile knew that this matter had something to do with Jiang Yi and even Wumu in the north.

She didn't know why she thought this way, it seemed to be just her intuition, but Jiang Sile always believed in intuition.

But Jiang Sile didn't know how she was going to react. She held her head in confusion under the peach tree for a rare moment.

To take care of it, to interfere in this matter?Although Jiang Sile felt that this matter seemed not so safe for Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng has not been back to the southern border for more than ten years, but now that he has returned, Jiang Sile has an intuition.There is a feeling that he will always keep the southern border and be bound by the southern edge.

But it seemed that she had no reason to interfere or take care of this matter.

She thought she was not familiar with Fu Sheng. Although Princess Anle and he were childhood sweethearts, she, Jiang Sile, was not.

But it seems that because of this body, Jiang Sile always felt that Fu Sheng could not be seen in danger.

Just think of it as a return of kindness, Jiang Sile persuaded himself.

But even if you want to intervene, you must first understand where the crisis lies.

After all, looking at it from the outside, wouldn't it be a good thing for Fu Sheng once he returns and holds great power?

In this case, wouldn't Jiang Sile, who blocked him, be a big evil person?

Thinking of this, Jiang Sile felt funny and smiled, but after laughing, the problems that needed to be solved still needed to be solved.

But Jiang Sile, who had been away from the court for a long time, now had no idea where the inexplicable malice he felt came from.

But her intuition told her that this matter absolutely had something to do with her 'big boy'.

Although Jiang Sile herself had only met Wu Mu once, she actually heard a lot about Wu Mu's deeds from Wu Mu's brother Wu Qi and his good brother A Yishi.

But Jiang Sile didn't want to hand over his words to his lover and conversations to relatives and friends as secrets and information to others.

Therefore, when facing Jiang Yi and King Wen, Jiang Sile always avoided talking about this matter and hid it cleverly.

Jiang Sile narrowed his eyes and his eyes became sharp.