"Haha …" Mo Xiuyao lowered his head and chuckled, "Mr. Xu, I'm afraid it's already too late for you to say this. Since this war has already started, it won't end easily until there's a winner and a loser. It's said that Mr. Hongyu is proficient in the art of heaven, can't you see … the world is in chaos, the people have no way of making a living. "Xu Hongyu said," So Prince is also proficient in the art of heaven? " Mo Xiuyao shook his head, his gaze clear, "I don't understand the art of heaven, I just want this chaotic world, no one can change it!" It wasn't that the world was formed because of the art of heaven, but because of the art of heaven. This chaotic world, this chess game, no one was destined to be able to escape. Then let them stay and be buried with Li Li and their child!
Towards this kind of Mo Xiuyao, even Xu Hongyu didn't know how to persuade him. Looking at Mo Xiuyao, his gaze gradually became warmer. At least, this man truly loved Li 'er, and Li' er's painstaking efforts towards him were not in vain. Looking at Mo Xiuyao's calm expression that hid the endless pain in his eyes, Xu Hongyu even felt that the words he wanted to say to persuade him were somewhat difficult to say. Reason will always be reason. Even someone like him who was called a great scholar, he never planned on living a life that was as proper as reason. This man needed the chaos of war and the lives of his enemies to quell the pain of losing his wife and unborn child. Just like when he heard the news about Li 'er, his first reaction was to kill that idiot Mo Jingqi, but not as if the subject had no choice but to die if the ruler wanted. But … whether it was for the Mohist army, for the Xu family, for Li 'er, or for the people of the world, he couldn't really watch this man drag the world into a sea of blood, at least not for those innocent people and themselves.
Looking at Mo Xiuyao in front of him, Xu Hongyu turned around and walked out. Just when Mo Xiuyao thought that he had left, he returned. He placed the thick stack of files on the table beside Mo Xiuyao. Zhuo Jing and the others behind him did the same. They carried a stack of files in their hands and placed them in front of Mo Xiuyao before leaving silently. Ever since Ye Li went missing, Zhuo Jing, Wei Lin, and Lin Han, who had just returned, had been searching for her along the river day and night. In the end, the three of them began to appear and disappear mysteriously like ghosts. Both Mo Xiuyao and Feng Zhiyao knew that they had not given up. They often went out to look for them.
Xu Hongyu lightly knocked on the dossier on the table and said, "These were all left behind by Li-er. You take a look yourself. Prince, tell me your decision after you've finished reading it. I'm afraid I'll have to nag Prince for a while. "
Mo Xiuyao was stunned. He looked at the familiar and beautiful handwriting at the top of the file: "On the Future Commercial Feasibility Plan of the Northwest." It was just like how Li would say some novel and seemingly reasonable words from time to time. Just by looking at this line, he could roughly understand what it was trying to say. There was also a small line of words at the bottom of the file. Li had a habit of leaving a date at the bottom of the file: "Emperor Jing's 12th year, October 2nd …"
Mo Xiuyao's eyes flashed. Li still spent time writing these things while guarding Hongzhou …
Seeing that Mo Xiuyao was lost in thought as he looked at the file, Xu Hongyu waved at Zhuo Jing and the others and led them out. Only the occasional sound of the file being flipped could be heard in the empty room.
Outside Mo Xiuyao's temporary residence, Feng Zhiyao leaned against the wall and watched Xu Hongyu walk out of the courtyard. His handsome eyes were filled with curiosity and vigilance. Right now, Prince's state made him feel slightly uneasy. But at the same time, Xu Hongyu's arrival did not make him or the generals of the Mohist army happier. Of course, the world knew that the Xu family was the smartest in the world. But the Xu family had been as loyal to the Da Chu State as the Ding King's Mansion for many years. If Xu Hongyu had come to persuade the Prince on behalf of the Emperor, with the Prince's present state and the relationship between the Xu family and the Wang Fei, the Prince might be moved by Xu Hongyu. And the generals of the Mohist army … did not want to see such a situation. In these years, when the Regent Mo Liufang was still alive, the Imperial House had started to suppress the Mohist army. In these years, the treatment that the Mohist army and the Prince had suffered made all the generals loyal to the Prince Ding Mansion angry. Everyone was sad that the Wang Fei had died, but the series of orders that the Prince had issued because of this caused the generals of the Mohist army to see a glimmer of hope.
Xu Hongyu stood outside the door and looked sideways at Feng Zhiyao who was standing in the corner. He smiled faintly and said, "Is Young Master Feng San waiting for me?"
Looking at the unsurprised Xu Hongyu, Feng Zhiyao's eyes flashed slightly. He raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Mister Hongyu must have had a hard journey. Why don't you rest first before I ask Mister for advice?"
Xu Hongyu laughed brightly and shook his head. "This old man wants to drink a cup of tea. Would Young Master Feng San do me the honor?"
Feng San smiled faintly and said with lowered eyes, "Then I will trouble Mister Hongyu."
The two moved to the guest house prepared for Xu Hongyu. Xu Hongyu personally brewed a pot of good tea and poured a cup for himself and Feng Zhiyao. Then he smiled faintly and said, "This old man understands what Young Master Feng San is worried about." Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Hongyu without speaking. Xu Hongyu smiled and shook his head. He looked at Feng Zhiyao's vigilant appearance as if he was looking at a disobedient junior. He smiled and said, "The Xu family … what they did a hundred years ago, do you think that a hundred years later, no one dares to do it again?" Hearing this, Feng Zhiyao was shocked. He had no time to hide the astonishment on his face. He stared blankly at the elegant middle-aged man in front of him. He suddenly found that this great scholar who was supposed to be well-read and cultured had a sharp edge between his eyebrows. He suddenly remembered that a hundred years ago, the Xu family … the head of the Xu family had personally killed the last emperor of the previous dynasty and opened the city gates to let Emperor Taizu enter the city. Although the head of the Xu family had taken his own life and followed the last emperor of the previous dynasty, he had made the world deeply understand that the Xu family was never simple literati who were blindly loyal, cowardly, or had strong character. They had decisiveness and ruthlessness that even military generals didn't have. Similarly, the head of the Xu family had killed the emperor and opened the city not because he was loyal to the Da Chu State, but because he wanted to save the people who had suffered through the chaos of war and for the Xu family, which was about to be exterminated. As expected, the youngest son of the Xu family, Xu Yanli, ascended to the position of Prime Minister at the age of nineteen and became a famous Prime Minister. And the Xu family … used the blood of the head of the Xu family and more than seventy relatives in exchange for the respect of the world. Xu Yanli's life and the prosperity of the Xu family in the following one or two hundred years.
If no one deliberately mentioned it, in almost everyone's eyes, the Xu family represented a scholarly family, overflowing with talent and strong character of literati. It wasn't until now that Feng Zhiyao clearly realized that the Xu family also represented blood and killing, decisiveness, and unparalleled wisdom and strategy. A family that had prospered through two dynasties, especially during the change of dynasties, needed wisdom, decisiveness, and ruthlessness. It was definitely not something that could be achieved by an ordinary literati who had compassion for the world. The Xu family didn't like blood, but it definitely didn't mean that they were afraid of it.
Xu Hongyu leisurely drank tea and looked at the young man's changing expression with a smile but didn't say anything. No family that had lasted for hundreds of years was truly merciful. Even if they seemed to be and had been working hard, it was definitely not the truth. The Xu family saw it too clearly, which was why people found it hard to understand. Just like how they could fight to the death on the battlefield as literati for the sake of the country of the previous dynasty. Just like how they could retreat to Yunzhou under the suppression of the imperial family and no longer pay attention to the affairs of the court. Just like … they could personally cut off the head of the monarch and completely understand a struggling dynasty. Just like how they could sacrifice almost all of their clansmen for the continuation of their family.
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