The old man dabbed in his saliva and flipped through the pages. He read a passage, "They grow up on horses and are the most heavily armored soldiers. When mounted, they gather like the wind. When dismounted, they gather like herds. Everyone is a soldier. Millions of households in Liangdi, more than millions in Jiangnan. Those who own this place have the world. Their temperament is unyielding, and they would rather break than bend. Their hearts are fickle, and they are not enough to achieve merit. Those who do not have outstanding military achievements will not be able to seize merit. When my dynasty owns this place, we can control the northwest. It is only a matter of time before we ride our horses up north. When Beimang owns this place, in less than ten years, we will be in Guangling. "
The old man unconsciously read this book written many years ago. His expression was sad. The old man already knew who wrote it. His disciple Xun Ping. Compared to Yuan Benxi and Xie Feiyu, he viewed Xun Ping as a scholar to whom he could entrust his legacy. The old man had never felt that anyone deserved to be envied by the heavens. It was said that one's talent was not recognized because one's talent was not high enough. Only his disciple Xun Ping was an exception. If Xun Ping had not died early, the old man believed that he would not have needed to get involved in this mess. Now, it was not just a puddle of muddy water. There were already signs of turbid waves rising to the heavens. No matter who got involved, it would be best for them to get both praise and blame. Feeling sad, the old man silently put the book back on the bookshelf. Very quickly, a steward of the residence came to report that an important guest had come through the back door through Commandery Prince Rong, Zhao Hui. The old man did not seem annoyed at all and only said that he would be there soon. The steward originally wanted to remind his master that Commandery Prince Rong was one of the most important figures in the capital and could not be neglected. However, he quickly felt that his actions were unnecessary. Almost all of the aristocratic families in Tai 'an City had sent people to visit the Qi residence. "Commandery Prince Taiping" Zhao Hui, as the younger brother of the previous Emperor, had not visited because of his old age. Thinking about it, the guest this time was nothing more than a descendant of the old Commandery Prince's branch and was not worthy of his master's welcome. Thus, the steward left with a relaxed smile.
Qi Yanglong, who did not have a moment to rest, walked to the main hall. He saw the backs of a few young people pointing at a pair of exposed fengshui stones outside the room. These were all good items left behind by the previous owner. They had been left behind because it was too difficult to move. Otherwise, this pair of huge stones from the Spring God Lake that were two people high could be sold for four hundred thousand taels of silver in the capital. The old man was not in a hurry to greet them. He walked over quietly, and when he saw their faces clearly, he smiled. They were all very popular people. Wu Shizhen, whose father was Wu Lingsu, was the former Verdant Gazelle Palace Lord. Now, he was the leader of Taoism in the north. Together with the Taoist Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, the Two Zen Temples were personally sealed by him. When a man achieves the Dao, even his chickens and dogs will ascend to the Heavens, let alone Wu Shizhen, the only son of Immortal Wu.
Wang Yuanran was the youngest son of Wang Xionggui, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, who was known to have handled the most money in the Liyang Dynasty. Last time, Wang Yuanran annoyed a large group of descendants of nobles of similar status, and was forced by Minister Wang to kneel in the snow in front of someone's house to beg for forgiveness. After that, he was thrown into the Imperial College and had been quiet for almost half a year. Now, he was probably considered to have made a comeback.
Other than these two popular young people, there were also two grandsons who had made great contributions during the Spring and Autumn War. Following Yan Zhenchun's death in battle and Yang Shenxing's loss of power, the Yan and Yang families' foundations in Great Peace City had been shaken, and their vitality had been greatly damaged. The other families of generals did not feel the same way. The ancestors of the latter who had made great contributions during the Spring and Autumn War had mostly died of old age and illness. They were originally far inferior to Yang Shenxing's Yang family, who was still alive. Yang Shenxing could do whatever he wanted in the west of the capital. Back then, most of the Han family's wealth had been handed over to him, and he had tens of thousands of elite soldiers in Ji Province. Many times, the imperial court's decrees were not as important as Yang Shenxing's words. However, as long as Yang Shenxing lost his military power, then he would not just have a general's position, but the entire officialdom of Ji Province would be turned upside down, and a large number of fourth and fifth-rank local officials with real power would be freed up.
When the four saw the old man, who was about a head shorter than them, they all respectfully knelt down and bowed. Qi Yanglong accepted it calmly. After they rose, he smiled and asked, "Other than waiting for me, this old man, you should be waiting for someone else, right? You kids don't have the ability to buy Prince Rong's face. "
Wang Yuanran was about to speak when a familiar laughter came from behind him. Qi Yanglong turned around and saw three visitors. They all had young faces, but compared to the group beside him, whether it was their status or their aura, they were much better.
The former Fourth Prince, the current Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan.
The Right Chancellor of the Imperial College, Jin Lanting, and a man that Qi Yanglong did not recognize. He was filled with a murderous aura that could not be concealed. Even if he was accompanied by the Crown Prince and Jin Sanlang, he did not have the awareness of being a supporting character. The old man thought for a moment and remembered a person. It should be Yuan Tingshan, Gu Jiantang's adopted son, and the son-in-law of Yanbao in Ji Province. The old Gu Lu of the Ministry of War once had a secret file that divided the upper and lower volumes according to age. Those who could be recorded in it, especially the lower volume, in the past 20 years, other than a few people who destroyed their own futures, most of them had reached the high position of a fourth-rank general at the very least. Yuan Tingshan was now in the top three of the "lower volume".
The three of them bowed together.
Qi Yanglong told them to dispense with the formalities. He sighed and smiled, "It's good to be young."
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