My clone is on the other side of the starry sky

Chapter 195 Let’s go

To the north of Tiandu is the Tiandang Mountains, which lies between Tianzhou and Yunzhou. If Yunzhou is occupied, the Tiandang Mountains and the Yunhe River along the Tiandang Mountains and Yunzhou will be the last barrier to Tiandu. Jiang Song actually built a military camp here quietly.

The military camp was surrounded by formations that could not be noticed by ordinary people. There was a large amount of food stored in the military camp and five thousand elite soldiers.

With such a military force secretly raised under the emperor's nose, Lu Xuan didn't know whether Jiang Song was more powerful or Ji Huan was incompetent.

But looking at the formations around the military camp, it was obvious that the Dao Alliance had contributed a lot.

Seven days have passed since he agreed to Jiang Song's recruitment into this military camp. Under the protection of the formation, people inside can't get out, and people outside can't get in. Jiang Song is very strict about information control. This military camp It can be said to be isolated from the world.

The news came through Yu Linglong's hidden line in Tiandu that today is the day when Ji Huan leaves Tiandu and conquers the Buddhist Kingdom in person.

At the same time, it also means that Ji Huan's life has entered a countdown.

Jiang Song has prepared so much, and it is obviously not just for saving his life. If nothing else happens, this group of people in Tiandang Mountain will become one of Jiang Song's trump cards to control the situation in Tiandu after Ji Huan's accident one day.

At this time, if Lu Xuan wanted to, the news could be passed to Ji Huan.

But... he doesn't seem to be a minister of Daqian, so he has no obligation to do such a thing.

Although the Guiyi Sect currently relies on Ji Huan for a chance to survive, Ji Huan is now obsessed with forcing Lu Xuan to follow Zhang Yuqing's path to lead to new mountain and river seals.

Ji Huan's death may be a good thing for everyone.

"Lu Fengxian, Lu Fengxian~" Gu Hui stood in the distance and waved to Lu Xuan: "Come for dinner~"

Little Gray Skin has a simple mind and is quite enthusiastic towards the people around him. Every time it is meal time, he makes sure to treat everyone in the same way. As a result, there are fewer and fewer people around him.

After all, eating is just an embellishment for a sixth-grade monk. Who would treat eating as a top priority like her? There is an extra mother coming out.

Lu Xuan stood up, took off the wine gourd from his waist, and poured half of it towards the west.

Ji Huan, although he is not a monarch, he has helped a lot after all. Now that you are leaving, I would like to send you this wine. Have a good go!

"What are you doing?" Gu Hui ran to Lu Xuan and looked at the wine he poured out with some distress.

"Pay tribute to a friend who is about to die." Lu Xuan hung the wine bag back on his waist and said with a smile.

"Oh, it's time to bow down." Gu Hui quickly bowed toward the west with Lu Xuan, and then asked: "Do you have a good relationship?"

"I haven't met him, but he helped me a lot." Lu Xuan said with a smile.

“It’s so complicated~”

"What are you going to eat today?"

"There are so many, including roasted lamb, roasted chicken, sauced hooves... and by the way, there's also a bull!"

"???"

"It seems that he told us the story of Tianxiahui. There is a man named Lu Boyan. He is so powerful that he can make many people who don't know him unite to fight bad guys. That Niu Ba is also very powerful. Listening to him talk about it, it seems that Tianxiahui will do it. President, you are the number one general under Lu Boyan."

Lu Xuan had already seen Niu Ba happily telling the story of the Battle of Falling Star Valley to a group of people. He had experienced it personally and was also a die-hard supporter of Lu Xuan at the time. At this moment, he felt like he was an important participant. Especially when talking about the last moment when Lu Xuan died fighting for the chance of thousands of San Xiu Bo, he burst into tears.

"He is also a man of good temper." Lu Xuan shook his head and did not get involved. He has become familiar with everyone these days. He is proud but not arrogant. He has a deep understanding of human nature. The most unpleasant thing for people is to be taught by others. I know how to teach myself. Conflict arises in her heart, let alone outsiders, just like Xiao Huipi, who is sincere and sincere towards others and a bit protective. She is the first to come forward when others encounter difficulties, but fewer and fewer people want to get along with her.

Lu Xuan, on the other hand, is neither close nor distant. When others come to ask for advice, he will give careful advice. But if others don't ask, he will not say more even if he is wrong. If the other person becomes dissatisfied while giving advice, Lu Xuan doesn't know how to argue. Anyway, what you said is right, and you are not used to it at all. This only makes these warriors feel awe towards this man named Lu Fengxian.

Lu Xuan spends most of his time training every day, and spends his free time alone, but even if someone is willing to stick to him, it's not a matter of personality charm, it's just that you have established a good framework, and others can see it, and they will know how to get along with you, among warriors , the most annoying thing is having to use your brain to guess your thoughts. If you have this ability, why not study and cultivate Confucianism?

Time passes day by day in such a boring and fulfilling way, and Tiandang Mountain is peaceful and calm.

It has been a month and a half since the emperor left Tiandu, Tiandu, Prime Minister's Mansion.

Jiang Song described himself as a little haggard, but with an extremely serious look on his face, he bowed nine times to the puppet on the altar table. Each time he bowed, it seemed that all his strength was exhausted.

Traces of black energy invisible to ordinary people escaped from the puppet as Jiang Song worshiped. The entire head of the puppet was now shrouded in thick black energy. After nine prayers, Jiang Song's eyesight went dark and he fell to the ground. He seemed ten years older than a month and a half ago. He turned his head with some difficulty to look at the Taoist beside him: "Taoist Master, I have been feeling tinnitus and heart palpitations recently. , dizzy, will this method really kill me?"

The Taoist smiled and shook his head and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. Taking one pill of the Dragon Tiger Pill that Pindao gave to Mr. Jiang every day will keep Mr. Jiang safe."

Jiang Song said weakly: "Taoist Master, what will happen if I give up now?"

"If Jiang Xiang can hold on for the last three days, he will be able to ascend to heaven. If he gives up at this time, his luck will backfire, and the bad energy that has accumulated on Emperor Daqian these days will flow back to Jiang Xiang." On the body, the consequences..." The Taoist sighed and shook his head: "As for whether to give up, Jiang Xiang makes his own decision, there is no need to ask Pindao."

"What will happen if we succeed in the end?" Jiang Song looked at the other party and asked.

"The trapped dragon ascends to the sky. Jiang Xiang's biggest obstacle now is gone. His luck will be like a burning fire cooking oil, soaring into the sky. Jiang Xiang can also enjoy a period of wealth in the world." The Taoist said with a smile.

Jiang Song has been in the court for many years, and he is not stupid to be able to become a first-class disciple from others. He knows that the other party must be hiding something. What he said may be true, but the key is probably the concealed part.

But just as the Taoist said, he has failed in his efforts to serve the mountain. He has to worship this little puppet for forty-nine days. It is already the forty-sixth day. If he prays for three more days, he will be successful. He is already Ji Huan, Abandoned son in the eyes of the aristocratic family, if nothing is done, the Jiang family's miserable end is almost foreseeable. Whether it is for himself or the family's future, Ji Huan must die.

"Master~"

A steward hurried in, but was stopped by the guard at the door. He could only shout loudly outside the door: "Master, someone from the palace has come to discuss important matters."

"Xiang Jiang, let's go take a look. It may be good news for Jiang Xiang!" The Taoist said with a smile, as if he already knew what happened.

Jiang Song nodded when he heard the words. He had been worshiping like this for a month and a half, but the emperor may have already arrived in Huangzhou. What happened there, it would take at least ten days for the news to come back here. He couldn't get feedback in time, which was also because of his heart. One reason for the vacillation.

Without saying anything else, he got up and went out, asking the butler to prepare a carriage for him, and drove all the way to the palace.

In the imperial palace, when the emperor is away, there is naturally no one to preside over the court meeting. Outside the Chaotian Palace, there is a row of houses for officials to rest. It is the place where officials wait for each court meeting to rest. Now that the emperor is away, the prime minister and the six ministers assist the prince in handling government affairs.

Ji Huan's princes were almost extinct in Falling Star Valley. There are only two young princes still alive today. One is six years old and the other is four years old. Naturally, it is impossible for him to handle the affairs of the government. And Jiang Song is now suppressed by the imperial party and the scholars. People were squeezed out from both sides, and they were already in an isolated position in the court. The real power in the court naturally fell on the six ministers headed by Xie Yao.

Jiang Song understood that this was a compromise between Ji Huan and the gentry, which meant that the imperial power and the gentry would enter a honeymoon period, and the two sides were temporarily reconciled. Naturally, Jiang Song, who had always acted as a shield for the gentry, was of no use.

Suppressing Jiang Song and squeezing Jiang Song out of the court was a tacit understanding between Ji Huan and the nobles.

"Prime Minister Jiang, what's wrong with you?" An official who was familiar with him in the past asked in surprise when he saw Jiang Song's appearance of dying at any moment.

"I don't know what's going on with the war on the front line. I've been worried lately and haven't slept well for a while." Jiang Song sighed.

"I thought it was Prime Minister Jiang who was worried about Yunzhou." The official said with a smile.

Jiang Song glanced at him with a smile, did not continue to talk, and walked straight to the first house, where he and the six ministers usually rested and discussed.

It's just that today, there are so many people here. Not only the six ministers are here, but also the six servants and prime ministers are here. Although this room is not small, Jiang Song still felt crowded when he came in.

"Prime Minister Jiang doesn't have to come." Murong Cheng sighed when he saw Jiang Song's current appearance.

At this moment, Jiang Song seemed to have had all his energy and energy drained away, like a dying old man.

The Jiang family's elimination was the result of the competition and compromise between the imperial party and the nobles, and it would not change. However, seeing the former high-spirited first-class prime minister in such a state now, it was inevitable to feel a bit sad in his heart.

"Don't worry, Murong Shangshu, the old man is still holding on." Jiang Song's eyes fell on Pushe, the official sitting next to him, and he didn't say anything, just looking at him.

"Xiang Jiang, please sit down." Finally, Pu She stood up and asked Jiang Song to sit down.

"I wonder if any of you adults are willing to tell me what happened?" Jiang Song coughed lightly.

"When your Majesty was supervising the battle, he was hit by some evil spell and suddenly fainted, causing the army to be morally confused and defeated." Xie Yao glanced at Jiang Song, frowned and sighed.

Jiang Song's turbid eyes brightened for a moment, then dimmed. He nodded silently, said no more, and watched the people arguing...

(End of this chapter)