Yuwen Liang was no longer in the mood to drink tea, only feeling annoyed. He gazed at the curtain of rain outside the window and asked, "Do you know that trash called Xu Pu is the new big shot of Dunhuang?"
Yuwen Dun put on a fake smile. "I already know."
Yuwen Liang asked, "Now that you know his identity, do you know how to get along?"
Yuwen Dun said with a dark expression, "At worst, we'll just remarry that shameless slut back. Duanmu Zhongqiu is a useless piece of trash who only knows how to read books and fiddle with literary talent. Just look at that pair of dogs and everything will be fine. I heard that Duanmu Zhongqiu has taken a fancy to a prostitute and wants to take her in as a concubine. Then we'll have that slut pretend to be jealous and divorce her under the title of a jealous woman. It'll be perfectly justifiable. Anyway, that good-for-nothing Xu Pu won't mind this kind of thing."
Yuwen Liang was furious. He picked up the teacup and smashed it over. Yuwen Dun, whose forehead was bleeding, was stunned. Yuwen Liang scolded, "Idiot, do you really think Xu Pu is just a brute? Which of Beiliang's loyalists are mediocre? Even if they're not smart enough and there's someone else in Beiliang plotting behind the scenes, do you think our Yuwen family can afford to provoke that terrifying plague god Xu Pu? "
Yuwen Dun held his forehead, blood seeping out from between his fingers. He said stubbornly, "How is it bad that I found his woman?"
Yuwen Liang was even angrier. He picked up the teacup and was about to smash it again, but seeing his eldest son's resolute gaze, he sighed dejectedly. "You, you, why are you so straightforward? A woman's mind is hard to predict since ancient times. Your sister has always been unyielding. After being humiliated like this and being forced to remarry, do you really think she won't go crazy and complain to Xu Pu in a fit of rage? Since ancient times, how many of the generals and ministers who didn't die on the battlefield died in the gusts of cold wind on the king's pillow? Don't mention this again! "
Yuwen Dun narrowed his eyes out of habit. After releasing his hand, he picked up a tea towel to wipe it clean and smiled. "I have a plan to divert the trouble to the Duanmu family."
Yuwen Liang's eyes lit up. He said skeptically, "Oh?"
Yuwen Duan rubbed the round teapot with his finger and said with a smile, "I have a confidant who is close to Duanmu Zhongqiu and can encourage him to take a concubine. Duanmu Zhongqiu is a hypocrite with a timid and fickle personality. He is easily swayed and cares about face the most. This confidant can take advantage of his lack of business knowledge and has a dead debt in his hands. Six or seven hundred taels of silver should have been Duanmu Zhongqiu's money. Returning it to him now will leave him with plenty of money. When a man suddenly has a sizable private stash, he will have devious thoughts even if he doesn't have devious thoughts. I will have my confidant work on two fronts, one going to the brothels and beating around the bush. Now that the Duanmu family is suppressing the Mao family with us, I think the brothels are also aware of the pros and cons. On the other hand, he will bewitch Duanmu Zhongqiu, saying that Xu Pu holds a grudge. If he dares to take that slut, he will make an example out of the entire Duanmu family. The Mao family is a good example. Father, do you think this good-for-nothing will give a divorce letter with both hands? At that time, our Yuwen family will comfort that shameless slut, but she will fall out with the Duanmu family and shed all pretense of cordiality. Who will be the strongest power in Dunhuang city in the future? "
Yuwen Liang thought about it carefully, carefully weighing the pros and cons and considering the feasibility of the plan. His smile grew wider and wider.
Outside the building, the father and son of the Duanmu family walked further and further away toward the backyard. They got into an inconspicuous carriage, the sound of hooves not louder than the sound of the rain.
Putting away the sheepskin umbrella, Duanmu Qingsheng closed his eyes to rest. Duanmu Chongyang, who hadn't taken off his straw raincoat, also didn't have the least bit of a sloppy appearance.
Duanmu Chongyang lifted the curtain and glanced at the high wall. He smiled and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, this pretentious and feminine father and son are starting to scheme against our Duanmu family. Their falling out is much faster than them flipping a book. Yuwen Duan, this kid, has a bellyful of evil tricks since he was young. He thinks he's virtuous and virtuous, but he still thinks no one can see through him. It's really funny. "
Duanmu Qingsheng said in a low voice, "Chongyang, how do you think they're scheming?"
Duanmu Chongyang sneered and said, "Putting yourself in their shoes, they'll definitely start from big brother and sister-in-law. They'll see immediate results. The Yuwen family only has this bit of foresight and prospects."
Duanmu Qingsheng opened his eyes and crossed his fingers on his abdomen. He smiled faintly and said, "Your big brother is timid and afraid of trouble. He doesn't even have the guts to compete with you for the position of the family head. I've already given up on him. But you, back then, dared to single-handedly kill Mao Chong in one move. Your hands and feet are clean too. This time, Yuwen Liang and Yuwen Duan want to trap your big brother. You go and keep an eye on them. Just don't make a big fuss. There's no need to lower yourself to their level. Otherwise, if they see through our concealment, it won't be pretty. We father and son are big men. Don't haggle over the smallest details with those two women. The Duanmu family has never treated Dunhuang as a place to do big things. "
Duanmu Chongyang laughed heartily and said mockingly, "This drinking of tea is just drinking the word 'harmony' in harmony. Looking back at Yuwen Liang's sinister methods these years, it's really a waste of several hundred catties of tea."
Duanmu Qingsheng didn't go along with this topic. Instead, he said in a more serious tone, "Just now, you went to the Mao family to save them. There's even a hint of camaraderie. Very good. Your way of doing things these years has always been putting on a show for the masters of Beiliang. Now it's time to pick the ripe fruit. Father can give up everything, but I'll definitely let you become the Great Lieutenant of the Jin Wu Guards. You have to interact more with Xu Pu and that young man. Drink and drink wine and so on. You must not be in a hurry. As long as you progress step by step, there will always be a chance for you to go to Beiliang and make a name for yourself. Dunhuang is still too small for you to show off your skills. Join the Beiliang army and strive to become the trusted aide of the hereditary Heir Apparent of the King of Beiliang. If this boy is not enough to entrust your life to, you can always switch to Chen Zhibao. It won't be bad either. But remember to use the trick of injuring yourself to gain the enemy's confidence. Otherwise, you'll be regarded as a rebellious minister. You won't have a chance to make a name for yourself in Beiliang. "
Leaning against the wall of the carriage, Duanmu Chongyang clicked his tongue and said, "The White-clothed War Immortal Chen Zhibao, the ruthless man who slaughtered the Spear Immortal Wang Xiu. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
Duanmu Qingsheng shook his head and said, "The struggle for military power between the Beiliang Heir Apparent and Chen Zhibao is not as one-sided as the outside world thinks. I feel that as long as Xu Xiao is alive, Chen Zhibao won't rebel. But as long as Chen Zhibao doesn't rebel, as long as this drags on, the Heir Apparent will have more and more room to maneuver."
Duanmu Chongyang was puzzled. "Xu Xiao killed Chen Zhibao with one saber strike," he said, "Isn't everything easy? Although this way, the morale of Beiliang's 300,000 Armored Cavalry will be reduced by half, but in the end, it's better to end the pain quickly than to prolong the pain. "
Duanmu Qingsheng's expression was grave. He shook his head and said, "This is the brilliance of the King of Beiliang's Art of Controlling People. He knows that some people can't be killed, he knows how to nurture a tiger and invite calamity. In my opinion, Chen Zhibao was the most powerful Beiliang army in the world. It was the Heir Apparent who killed him, but Xu Xiao couldn't be killed. Perhaps this vassal king with a different surname also couldn't bear to kill him. "
Duanmu Chongyang greatly treasured the time he spent alone with this old man, and even more treasured the opportunity for him to share his experiences. He asked, "Then Father, do you feel that Chen Zhibao has really rebelled?"
Duanmu Qingsheng smiled and said, "Even if at the beginning he put on a show for the Zhao Family's son to see and for Great Peace City to relax, in the long run, Chen Zhibao will be in a similar situation as his adoptive father after the Battle of the Western Wall. He had no choice but to rebel. However, at that time, Xu Xiao had the willpower to have the glory and wealth he has today. If he had really rebelled, he would have spent three or four years ruling across the river with the Zhao Family. In the end, he would have used up the hearts of the people, and without the support of the scholars and the people, he would only be in a circle and die. This is the great wisdom of a martial artist like Xu Xiao. When one reaches a high position, it is very difficult to remain clear-headed. Chen Zhibao is different. If he rebelled, not only would the entire Liyang Dynasty be happy, Beimang would also clap and cheer. Even Beiliang would most likely approve more than oppose. "
Duanmu Chongyang carefully added, "The precondition is that Xu Xiao dies of old age."
Duanmu Qingsheng nodded and said, "That's right. So in reality, Xu Xiao and Chen Zhibao are both waiting. When the time comes, when it is the Beiliang Heir Apparent's turn to put on the Liang Prince's robe and personally go to play chess with Chen Zhibao, it will truly be a life and death battle. Before that, it will be a good time for you to wait for the best price. "
Duanmu Chongyang was in high spirits and eager to give it a try.
Duanmu Chongyang came from an ordinary background. Not to mention his awkward status as a chess piece of Beiliang, he was only a small local clan compared to those colossal powers. Beimang had eight military officials in charge of military affairs. He had no relatives or friends. If there were no major wars, his climbing speed was destined to be slow. The Beimang Southern Dynasty, which had lost its scholars, was even more of a joke. The Beiliang army was undoubtedly the first choice. If the confrontation between Liyang and Beimang was like a jade wall, then why not take advantage of this opportunity to attack the Beiliang army in the crevice? Why didn't a real man bring a Wu Gou and take half of the fifty provinces?
Duanmu Chongyang suddenly frowned and said, "If one day the devil Luo Yang comes to Dunhuang, what should we do?"
Duanmu Qingsheng loosened his fingers and waved his hand, saying, "There is no need to worry unnecessarily. At that time, the old Castellan still wanted to go out of the city to fight even though he was seriously injured to death. It could be said that he used his life in exchange for a verbal agreement. This was all part of Beiliang's plan. They wanted to give Dunhuang a large Bodhisattva to worship."
Duanmu Chongyang's face was full of admiration. "Beiliang Chen Zhibao and the devil Luo Yang both like to wear white clothes. Haha, when I am troubled, I go out to kill Horse Gang. I also like to wear a white robe."
Duanmu Qingsheng felt a little helpless, but his mood relaxed a little. He joked, "In white there is Luo Yang, in green there is West Chu Cao Changqing. You should strive to be more successful and get yourself a red robe or something."
Duanmu Chongyang knew himself well. He shook his head and said, "I don't dare to think about it."
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