"The Dragon Throne in the palace is something that no one is sure to get, especially you and me. Her Majesty has General Xiahou's loyalty in the army, Old Zhuge of the Imperial Center Administration flatters her among the cultivators, Uncle Prince supports her in the royal family, the Nation Master is on good terms with her, and even the Prime Minister favors her. "
"She had already grasped too many things in her hands. She was worried that there would be a change. She was worried that the Academy's entry into the human realm would cause a gust of cold wind to blow into her palms and turn those things into nothingness. This would affect the ownership of the dragon chair. So she was very vigilant. This fear has been lurking in the hearts of many people. Even if she can keep calm, those who are loyal to her can't. That is why these things happened today.
"And we have nothing. Hua Shanyue and the others are still young. It will be many years before they take over the positions of Xu Shi and Xiahou in the army. Some of the scholars in Chang 'an have entered the court, but it is still too early for their voices to be heard in the court. So I welcome the Academy's entry into the human realm.
"Because when the Academy enters the human realm and the day the Tang Empire invades, no matter how many people support the Empress, as long as the Academy clearly conveys its attitude, the ministers, the military and the cultivators must remain silent.
"Why can I be sure of the Academy's attitude?
"Because the Academy's entry into the human realm is Ning Que. I know Ning Que.
"Ning Que is indifferent and heartless. He may not help me because of the past, and he may even ignore this matter. But there are some things that he must care about. Even if he doesn't care, Sangsang will care about it.
"Everyone in Chang 'an thinks that Sangsang is just an ordinary maidservant. Interestingly, I know that this is not the truth. Fortunately, I have always liked Sangsang, and Sangsang also likes me very much.
"When I am about to die, Sangsang will definitely care about me. Then Ning Que will have to care about me, and the Academy will also express its attitude. Dear brother, why will I die? Because in the fight for the throne, failure means death. "
Lee Yu ended the story that had not happened. She picked up the copper chopsticks and carefully arranged the pile of silver charcoal in the brazier. She looked up at her brother and smiled. Then she got up and went to the study.
In the study, Li Yu wrote a letter to Crown Prince Chongming of the Yan Kingdom. This letter would be sent directly to the capital of the Yan Kingdom, Chengjing Palace, via Hua Shanyue of the Gushan Commandery. This choice had nothing to do with speed, but out of prudence.
In the letter, she talked about the recent events in Chang 'an City and casually mentioned her relationship with the master and servant of the Old Brush Pen Shop. Finally, she expressed her sincere condolences for the disappearance of Prince Long Qing.
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In the capital of the Yan Kingdom, it was snowing in the palace. Crown Prince Chongming's eyes left the letter in his hand and looked at the swirling snowflakes outside the columns.
A strategist could not hide the joy on his face. He bowed to Crown Prince Chongming and congratulated him. "If Mr. Thirteen really represents the Academy and enters the human realm, according to the relationship described by the princess in the letter, the throne of the Tang Empire will probably fall into the hands of Prince Li Huiyuan in the future. Your Highness, you have a good relationship with Princess Li Yu. This is a perfect situation for you and even for the Yan Kingdom after you take charge."
Crown Prince Chongming clearly understood the wishes expressed by Princess Li Yu through this letter. He understood that the princess wanted to boost his confidence. If Long Qing really died, then there would only be one heir to the throne of the Yan Kingdom. He would undoubtedly be the biggest beneficiary, not to mention that the Tang Emperor would support him in the future.
Now many people knew that Prince Long Qing was defeated by Ning Que of the Academy and disappeared. No one knew whether he was dead or alive. Logically speaking, he should thank Ning Que and celebrate. However, he did not show any joy in the face of his subordinate's congratulations.
"The world thinks that Long Qing and I are fighting for the throne and our hatred is irreconcilable. However, you seem to have forgotten that we are brothers of the same blood. We used to play together in the palace. Now I don't know where he is or if he is still alive. Do you really think that I can be happy? "
Crown Prince Chongming stared blankly at the dancing snowflakes in the palace and began to cry for no reason.
The strategist looked at the tears flowing down the Crown Prince's face and could not help but be shocked. He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to ask for forgiveness. However, he was extremely happy in his heart. He thought to himself that the prince whom he had served so loyally did not forget to pretend to be brothers at such a time and refused to let the Emperor and others see any flaws. He was really worth following.
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The South Jin Kingdom was located in the south and the climate was warm. Therefore, there was no snow in the middle of winter. The rock mountain that looked like a giant sword reflected the winter sun. Every crack and every hole was so clear, just like the old black and white pavilion at the foot of the mountain, revealing a cold and proud sword style.
Over the years, many people found that in order to go further on the long road of cultivation, a cultivator's own willpower, luck and opportunity were indispensable. The so-called willpower was often incomparably firm and proud.
Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword, who was quietly cultivating in the ancient pavilion and was recognized as the strongest person in the world, was undoubtedly extremely proud and confident. His pride and confidence even exceeded the scope of firmness and seemed to be without reason.
The calm and sharp voice of the Sage of Sword sounded in the ancient pavilion. This voice seemed to pierce through the clouds and pierced the eardrums of all the disciples. "A few months ago, I once said that the shameful people should not come back. Then why did you come back?"
The disciples of the Sword Garret lowered their heads in shock and uneasiness. They thought that they had accepted the edict of the Divine Hall to go to the Wilderness. These days, they had fought with the grassland people and the Desolate Man. They were bathed in blood and never retreated. How did they embarrass their sect?
In the depths of the black and white ancient pavilion, there was a small green pond and a thatched hut. It turned out that from here to the peak, there was actually a big hole eroded by time.
At this time, the sun had moved and the cave was quiet.
A man with long hair was sitting under the sunlight. No one could feel the strong aura of this person. However, if someone dared to look directly at his figure, they would soon feel an unbearable pain in their eyes. They might even cry and become blind.
Because the man's loose hair, the belt around his waist, the hanging sleeves, and even his gaze and back were all swords.
This man himself was a sword, a sword that could cross the heaven and earth.
"Go to Chang 'an and see what kind of person Ning Que is. Back then, he could kill the disciples of the Sword Garret before he could cultivate. Now that he has become a student of the Headmaster of the Academy, how much progress will he make? The weakest World Wayfarer of the Academy in history? I don't believe this. Moreover, as long as he is the World Wayfarer of the Academy, even the weakest in history is enough to polish your spirit. "
A young man was kneeling in front of the thatched hut. The man was tall and slender, but he still looked like a big tree when he knelt on the ground. Listening to the sword-like voice of Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword by the pond, his face turned slightly pale. He forced himself to calm down his turbulent sense of perception and said in confusion, "But when I go there, I'm afraid that he has already returned to Chang 'an."
"So what if he is in Chang 'an? Yan Se would rather perish together with Wei Guangming than fight me again. Now, I want to see who is stronger, the successor he left behind or my successor. You don't have to worry that the Academy will stop you from challenging him. Since the successor of the Academy wants to enter the human realm, he must be prepared to be challenged continuously and be prepared to be killed at any time. Mr. Ke killed his way through the human realm like this. Now, how can Ning Que be an exception? "
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Not long after the New Year, it was the Lantern Festival. At night, Chang 'an became a sea of lights. Countless families of people went out. Children ran around with candy sticks in their hands. Young girls smiled shyly and snuggled up to their lovers while secretly rolling their eyes. Countless shoes, hats, and purses were left behind on the streets.
Compared with the lively and joyful atmosphere among the people, the atmosphere in the palace was naturally more solemn and dignified. That night, His Majesty and Her Majesty invited the high-ranking officials of the court to the palace for a banquet. After the banquet, His Majesty continued to appreciate calligraphy and drink with the civil officials. Her Majesty, on the other hand, asked a few of her closest wives to go to her own hall to continue talking.
Both the Prime Minister's wife and the Grand Secretary's wife had to be calm and collected on such occasions. However, when they saw Lee Yu behind the plan, they still couldn't help but show a surprised expression.
The Tang Empire was prosperous and the people were at peace. The only thing that worried the court was the succession of the throne.
Everyone knew that Her Majesty wanted her son to sit on the throne in the future. However, Princess Lee Yu did not hesitate to think that only her own brother was qualified to be the future Emperor. There had been no open conflict between them, but there had been many secret conflicts. The Princess married to the grassland and the Empress rarely stepped into the Imperial Study were all related to this matter. Today, they could actually see Her Highness on such an occasion. Could it be that they were really going to make peace?
In their shock, the madams did not notice the little handmaiden sitting quietly beside Lee Yu.
Lee Yu did not want to come at all. However, she was very vigilant that Her Majesty wanted to see Sangsang. Now that many people knew that Ning Que was the one who wanted the Academy to enter the human realm, winning Ning Que's support was equivalent to winning the support of the Academy to a large extent. What did Her Majesty want to see Sangsang for?
The madams present were close to Her Majesty and had their own inclinations. However, thinking of their master's position in the court, they always acted cautiously. They all came forward to greet Lee Yu, except for one lady who was indifferent.
This lady was the wife of Zeng Jing, the Grand Secretary of the Imperial Library.
This lady used to be a favored concubine in Zeng Jing's mansion. She had just given birth to a daughter and was killed by the first wife. If Her Majesty had not found out about this and sent a furious letter to Zeng Jing's mansion, she would have died quietly. How could she have the glory of a first-rank noblewoman now?
Because of this history, Mrs. Zeng was very grateful to Her Majesty. As long as Her Majesty was happy, she could even sacrifice her master's life, let alone her master's future. Therefore, when the Prime Minister's wife and others smiled and greeted Lee Yu, she just sat behind the table indifferently and had no intention of coming forward.
She looked at the little handmaiden beside Lee Yu and frowned slightly. She thought that Her Highness was becoming more and more presumptuous. She even dared to bring a handmaiden to Her Majesty's banquet.
However, looking at the little handmaiden's slightly tanned face and bright willow-shaped eyes, Mrs. Zeng felt as if she had seen her somewhere before. She felt an inexplicable sense of pity and heartache for her.
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