Although Linzi was large, there were many luxurious houses and mansions for the Nine Soldiers Commander.
The Xiu Mansion was located in the core area of the Jinxian Square. It was built by the famous craftsmen of the current dynasty and was very imposing.
After Cui Ju's assassination of the emperor, as the person who directly recommended Cui Ju to participate in the Yellow River Meeting, Xiu Yuan, the commander of the Lightning Prison Army, was fired on the same day pending investigation.
Although he was not locked in the prison, he was grounded in the house and was not allowed to take a step out.
Unlike Cao Jie's house arrest, Xiu Yuan was truly imprisoned. His cultivation was locked up. He was only not imprisoned because he considered the dignity of the Nine Soldiers Commander.
However, it had been several months since the assassination of the emperor. There had been no breakthrough in the investigation of Xiu Yuan. The Emperor also did not appoint a new commander of the Lightning Prison Army. The first general of the Lightning Prison Army under Xiu Yuan's command was still temporarily leading this strong army.
For a while, it was delayed.
On this day, an important guest came to the Xiu family.
It was Yan Tu, who was also the commander of the Nine Soldiers Commander and was in charge of the Rain Army.
This person and Xiu Yuan were good friends. Everyone knew about this. They both came from ordinary backgrounds. They both climbed up from the bottom of the army and walked all the way to the position of the Nine Soldiers Commander. They appreciated each other.
When the arrogant scholar Xu Fang was still in high spirits back then, he wrote in an article: "A real man must travel a long way." The "long way" and "road" in this article were actually referring to the long road to hell, and not some kind of long journey.
Among the Nine Soldiers Commanders, he admired these two the most. Of course, these two might not know who Xu Fang was.
When Xiu Yuan was just fired pending investigation, it was also Yan Tu who wrote nine letters in a row, saying that Xiu Yuan was innocent and asking the Emperor to investigate. Later, he even went to Donghua Pavilion and reprimanded the Emperor!
The Emperor was grateful for Yan Tu's loyalty and personally kicked him out of Donghua Pavilion and fined him ten years of salary …
In a quiet room that was decorated very simply.
Yan Tu, who was wearing armor, sat opposite Xiu Yuan, who was wearing a home tuxedo.
The bow and saber hung on the wall in front of them, making Xiu Yuan's hair tie look very neat. He sat upright with his back straight. Although he was imprisoned at home, he still had a fierce temperament.
At this time, he was slowly brewing tea. Refined and fierce, these two qualities were perfectly unified in his body.
On the other hand, Yan Tu, who was sitting opposite him, had a completely different style. His eyebrows were thick, his eyes were wide, his nose bridge was big, and his lips were thick. His sitting posture was also very casual, with one leg half raised and the other lying down casually.
"I said, stop cooking." Yan Tu glanced at the pot of tea and said impatiently, "No matter how good your tea is, you won't be able to blend into Old Qi's circle and gain their trust. What's the point? "
Xiu Yuan remained unmoved and continued with the work in his hands. He slowly said, "Why can't I gain your trust?"
"How many months has it been?" Seeing him like this, Yan Tu couldn't help but feel angry. "If they believed you, why would you, the dignified commander of the Lightning Prison Army, still stay at home?"
Xiu Yuan smiled: "The matter hasn't been investigated clearly, so of course I can't leave."
"Just by relying on those useless trash from the Capital City's Inspection Office?! If you can't find the truth in ten years, could it be that you, Xiu Yuan, want to be imprisoned for ten years? If they can't investigate clearly for a lifetime, are you going to be locked up at home for a lifetime? "
The water was already boiling. Xiu Yuan took the teapot from the small stove and slowly heated the teacup. He said casually, "It's better than being locked up in prison, right?"
Yan Tu sneered: "General Xiu is so good at comforting yourself, I didn't know before!"
Xiu Yuan sighed: "Recommending Cui Zu was indeed my oversight. I disturbed the emperor and almost tarnished the emperor's name … Brother Yan, I'm already satisfied that I can sit here and brew tea with you. "
"You've committed the crime of oversight, so it's natural to be dismissed and wait for investigation. We have nothing to say, but how long will the investigation take? There has to be a rule!" Yan Tu said unhappily: "There's no movement from Beiya at all, and Zheng Shi avoids me every day. And you, Xiu Yuan, a dignified Spiritual Master, the commander of the Nine Soldiers, can't walk out of this house! Day after day, day after day, day after day! You've made countless contributions to Da Qi, how can you be humiliated like this? "
Xiu Yuan shook his head: "Zhang Yong Weeping Temple, even the Eleventh Prince fell out of favor. How can I be an exception when Cui Zu assassinated the emperor? "
Yan Tu said angrily: "How are you and the Eleventh Prince the same thing? How can these two things be mixed together? "
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." Xiu Yuan opened the green bamboo jar and used a pair of tweezers to take out the green tea leaves stored inside. He carefully put them into the teacup and said: "I believe that everything has a price. I need to take responsibility for the mistakes I made. His Majesty will remember the contributions I made … It's not impossible for me to rest for a few years. "
"His Majesty is naturally wise and mighty." Yan Tu said in a low voice: "I'm just afraid that someone has deceived him!"
"Since His Majesty is wise and mighty, how can he be deceived by others?" Xiu Yuan finished the last step and then extended his hand: "Brother Yan, please have some tea."
The night was blocked outside the door. Yan Tu looked at the hot steam in the teacup. Before drinking, he suddenly thought of a question:
At this moment, did the Eleventh Prince have the leisure to drink tea?
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"Cough cough cough … Cough cough cough …"
Violent coughs reverberated back and forth in the palace, penetrating this long night.
Feng Gu, the chief eunuch of the Longevity Palace with deep wrinkles, looked ahead worriedly. The darkness in his eyes was sometimes far and sometimes close.
On the desk in front of him, there was a piece of snow-white rice paper. On the paper, there was an unfinished word.
A young prince in a white fox fur coat was sitting in front of the desk. His left hand was clenched into a fist, and he covered his mouth with the back of his fist. His right hand was holding the brush, and it was facing the ink slab. There was a drop of ink hanging on the tip of the brush. It trembled with his cough, but it did not fall down.
When the coughing gradually stopped, Feng Gu advised softly: "Your Highness, it's better to drink a bowl of medicine."
On the top left corner of the desk, there was a white jade bowl. The black liquid was still in it, and there were a few wisps of steam lingering around it.
"I don't want to drink anymore." Jiang Wuqi said with some difficulty.
He coughed a few more times before he stopped.
He held the brush in one hand and turned his head to look out the window.
He did not know when, but the dim light of the sky had pierced through the curtain of night.
"There should be news from Xingyue Plain." He said lightly.
As if in response to his words, there was a sound of rapid footsteps outside the hall.
Feng Gu moved slightly to the side and blocked the entrance of the hall.
Not long after, the footsteps faded away. Feng Gu returned to the desk, but there was an extra letter in his hand.
"Your Highness, urgent military news."
"Read it."
Feng Gu opened the letter and read as he read: "The outcome of Xingyue Plain has been decided. Jiang Qingyang returned from outer space, and his sword settled the universe. The Military God and Doue Commander Yu Que have signed the 'Pact of Stars and Moon' at Wanhe Temple. "
After reading the urgent letter, Feng Gu's face was expressionless, but his eyes were full of respect and admiration.
He was Noble Consort Lei's confidant in the early years, and was at her beck and call. After Noble Consort Lei was assassinated, he took the initiative to serve Jiang Wuqi.
For so many years, it could be said that he had watched Jiang Wuqi grow up day by day.
This noble, who was the center of attention, had gone through unimaginable pain, but also possessed wisdom that ordinary people could not reach.
Just like now.
He knew as much as Jiang Wuqi about Xingyue Plain, but he did not know the direction of the war, but Jiang Wuqi could accurately judge when the war would end.
If he did not have a deep understanding of both camps and the situation of the entire battlefield, he would not be able to make such a clear deduction.
"I thought that the one who would shine in this war would be Chen Suan or Chung Geng Sheng, but I did not expect Jiang Qingyang to come back." Jiang Wuqi paused and said, "It seems that the strange movement of Alioth Star is also related to him … Speaking of which, how did the Military Hall deal with him for leaving the camp?"
"They compensated him with merits," Feng Gu said.
Jiang Wuqi was silent for a moment and said, "The Pact of Stars and Moon must have emphasized the punishment of the Zhuang State."
Hearing this, Feng Gu flipped to the back of the letter to read the detailed provisions of the Pact of Stars and Moon. He knew about the previous treaty, so he did not read it carefully before.
He was stunned when he flipped through it. It was a treaty between the two hegemonic countries, and it was signed after such a war. Every word had to be carefully considered, but now it was adjusted for Jiang Wang?
How terrifying was this person's performance on the battlefield?
"Really …" Feng Gu was speechless for a moment.
"This man is worthy of Fuyao!" Jiang Wuqi sighed with emotion, smiled, and turned his gaze back to the rice paper.
The drop of ink on the tip of the brush finally fell, creating a circle of ripples in the inkstone pool.
He wrote the last few words with a wave of the brush.
Then he put down the brush, got up, and walked out alone.
Feng Gu followed him, but was stopped by his palm. "You have worked hard for so many years. I will walk this path myself. "
"Your Highness …" Feng Gu stood in place, his voice trembling.
The noble wrapped in a white fox fur coat asked with a smile as he walked, "His Majesty is the wise Son of Heaven, the War God is the current golden pillar, Jiang Qingyang is the future pillar … The Crown Prince is generous and kind, and has the appearance of a ruler. Third Sister has opened the path of martial arts, and her aura is majestic. Ninth Brother is smart and elegant, and has a noble aura … What about me? Who am I? "
He asked as he walked out, not waiting for an answer.
There was no need for an answer.
Feng Gu stood silently in front of the desk, his expression sorrowful.
Who was the Eleventh Prince of Da Qi?
He was the master of the Longevity Palace, the most favored son of the current Emperor. His actions were majestic, and he was highly respected. He was recognized by the court as "the most like the current Emperor", and also the most powerful contender for the position of Crown Prince.
But because of Zhang Yong's crying temple case, the court fell silent overnight.
Phoenix Fairy Zhang was the descendant of a minister who restored the country. Jiang Wuqi took Zhang Yong in for the sake of the country's reputation. All the martial arts resources were given to him … But in the end, this was the result.
How could Feng Gu not be sad?
The noble who said, "Supporting Da Qi is supporting me," was now asking himself, "Who am I?"
How could an old man like him not be hurt by the sorrow in Jiang Wuqi's words?
But looking at Jiang Wuqi's back, he could only remain silent.
He silently watched as Jiang Wuqi walked out of the palace, silently rolled up the words that Jiang Wuqi had finished writing, silently like a lonely ghost floating in the huge palace …
From the 39th year of the Yuanfeng era until now.
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The highest mountain in Linzi City should be Mount Yunwu.
On the plank road that was covered with clouds and fog, a figure wrapped in a white fox fur coat slowly approached.
At this time, the sky was shining faintly. Even though the mountain was so tall, it couldn't be seen through.
The thin figure walked in the clouds and fog. Although he gradually got closer, he still gave off a feeling of being very far away.
Although the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, one of the four famous pavilions of Linzi, was located here, Jiang Wuqi didn't come for beauties.
Every time he came in the morning light, he would climb Mount Yunwu and sit alone in the stone pavilion at the top of the mountain.
A pot of flower tea hidden in the clouds, he would sit from sunrise to midday.
Ever since that time when he was naked in front of the Purple Extreme Hall, he used many days to develop this habit.
Rather than saying it was a kind of enjoyment, it was better to say it was a kind of self-punishment.
For Jiang Wuqi, who had suffered from the cold poison since he was an infant, in this windy and cold mountain, it was almost like he was being tortured.
In the past, he needed to use these actions to show that the cold poison couldn't affect him at all, to build up the confidence of the people of the Longevity Palace. But now that he had fallen out of favor, what was the point of him coming here?
Could the heart of the Son of Heaven and the position of Crown Prince be obtained by acting pitiful?
A person like Jiang Wuqi wouldn't do such a meaningless thing.
Many people couldn't help but think —
Was the Eleventh Prince of the Great Qi Empire using this cold place as a place to cultivate?
Or perhaps, he came here to find some clues?
If one looked carefully, Mount Yunwu was the first place where Zhang Yong fought for Jiang Wuqi in front of others after joining the Longevity Palace. At that time, his opponent was the world-famous Jiang Qingyang.
At that time, Jiang Qingyang won with an Eight Tone Flame Sparrow, and Jiang Wuqi forgave Zhang Yong for his defeat. He didn't change his trust and won the hearts of the people.
Speaking of which, at that time, Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuqi handled things very well and obtained a win-win result.
Who would have thought that it was Zhang Yong who caused Jiang Wang to be suspected of treason? Was it also Zhang Yong who blocked Jiang Wuqi's path to heaven?
The affairs of the world were hard to predict.
Whether it was Cui Shi's assassination of the Emperor or Zhang Yong's crying shrine, they all happened too suddenly. There were no signs beforehand, and the locations were extremely precise. Although the trouble caused by them was easily wiped out by the Son of Heaven's Falling Pieces, it had to be said that the power of the State of Pingdeng was hidden deep enough and concealed enough in this Eastern Hegemon country to be able to accomplish such a big thing.
It was a pity that those who had been dragged into the mess had already been muddied.
Now, Jiang Wang's name had been washed clean and his glory shone upon the world. But what about the Longevity Palace's Master, Jiang Wuqi?
After the battle of Xingyue Plain, Qi's Tianjiao's victory was tianjiao. Qi's future, Qi's future, the magnificent Da Qi's prestige shook the world!
Now that Da Qi Empire was blooming with flowers, how would Jiang Wuqi feel when he walked on the plank road of Mount Yunwu this morning?
Today, Feng Gu wasn't here, and there were no other attendants.
There were many experts in Linzi City, but no one would constantly monitor every place.
Therefore, when a stooped old man walked toward him with a walking stick, it didn't seem to be surprising.
The old man walked very slowly, and it could be said that he was hobbling.
However, to be able to walk on this shaky plank road with his hobbling was already a very awkward thing.
Jiang Wuqi didn't seem to feel awkward and continued walking forward.
It was too early, and there wasn't a third person on the plank road.
The people who had spent the night on Mount Yunwu were all lying on soft couches in the Heavenly Fragrant Cloud Pavilion.
For a moment, there was only the mountain wind, the unstoppable coughing, and the sound of the walking stick knocking on the plank road.
"Huff, huff, huff …"
"Cough, cough, cough …"
"Duk, duk, duk …"
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