Except for the Xumeng Mansion, no one in the world could get the news that the Maodi tribe, together with several other tribes, had captured the royal tent city in the south of the Wei Dynasty so quickly. They rushed into the city with their cavalry and were immediately thinned and burned to death. Fortunately, Lu Yuanjian was about to attack the city, so he had already sent most of the people in the southern part of the city out of the city and fled to the north, so they did not end up with the bleak end of being cut down and wiped out. However, despite this, there were no people in the city. The few living creatures, except for the very old men who were unwilling to leave, and the ordinary people who had not had time to evacuate, were all killed by the cavalry who rushed into the city, as well as their cattle, sheep, chickens and dogs. In the prosperous south of Wei, after this battle, only the sound of wind remained.
Someone once joked that the land in the Great Yuan Realm was so vast and sparsely populated that maybe apart from the sound of the wind, the only sound left was the barking of cattle, sheep and dogs, and it was common to go hundreds of miles without seeing anyone. But now it has become a prophecy, and the whole city, The only sound left was the sound of the wind, which sounded like ghosts weeping. More than a hundred heads were cut off, and blood flowed along the canal outside Tingzhang City, dyeing the clear water canal so scarlet.
After all, this move was because people in the Maodi tribe were resentful of Lu Yuanjian, who personally guarded the city. He had verbally cursed his leader in front of many people in the Yuan Dynasty, or was unable to attack for a long time and died under the city gate. There were countless iron cavalry, and they used the strong to attack the weak but did not get any benefits. That is why they became more murderous and committed such evil things as massacre. However, even so, the thin scholar under the handsome banner did not stop him. , on the contrary, he watched with cold eyes from the beginning to the end. After the massacre of the city was over, he called all the generals who led the massacre to come forward and killed them one by one as a warning to others.
When the news reached Xumeng Mansion, it was delivered directly to Yan Qiye without being handed over to anyone else.
It was clear that there was nothing going on in the Xumeng Mansion today. Yan Qiye called the layman who had escaped from the nunnery to come and have tea together. However, he did not talk about it. Instead, he sat in the pavilion on the back mountain to escape the summer heat and chatted. The two of them had the same idea. , they all kept silent and talked about things, and they talked about trivial things that had nothing to do with the world situation or spiritual practice, but they were very comfortable. The scholar with the red sore on his forehead also spoke in a calm tone, and laughed happily with Yan Qiye The conversation felt like the host and guest were enjoying themselves.
It should be said that when the weather is in the middle of winter, it is the most difficult time. It seems that no matter where you are, you can't hide from the scorching sun in the sky and the rolling heat. The scorching heat wave seems to be tangible and presses down on your whole body, not to mention the thick clouds on the back mountain. It is low, and there is no cool breeze above the pavilion. It is also a hot wave rising into the sky. On the contrary, it is unblocked, making it more difficult to stay here.
However, Xu Meng's Mansion is the earth after all. The maids and servants above and below have already prepared enough old ice before the sun wakes up. Half of it was dumped in the pond next to the pavilion in the back mountain, and the other half was placed around the rocks. Pulling up enough ice, there were four pieces. A five-foot-wide sunshade canopy was placed on all sides, with ink-colored gauze attached to it. Then, fruits soaked in the well overnight were placed in front of the eyes, and water from the strange well was poured over the entire pavilion several times. , the area that should have been hit by the heat wave is also adding two or three points of coolness, not to mention that there are several women around, holding cattail feathers or small light fans, fanning non-stop for a while, no matter who is here, it is... I feel very comfortable.
As for why they didn't take advantage of the coolness of this place to play two games of chess, both of them knew it well, so they just chatted.
When the dead man sent the letter line to Yan Qiye, the scholar looked a little hesitant. Just when he was about to say goodbye and leave, Yan Qiye stopped him, handed the letter forward, and said with a grin, "Why, once you were bitten by a snake, you were afraid of the well rope for ten years? In any case, the Xumeng Mansion can have the power it has today because of you and a few others who did not hesitate to waste endless energy and rack their brains to exhaust their thoughts. The current grand scene was just a whim last time. How can we delay today's affairs because of yesterday's affairs? It's best to take a look first."
After all, it was due to his advanced cultivation. Even if the scholar had the intention to refuse, how could he shirk it? Yan Qiye just pushed out the letter with one palm, and it was already hanging in front of the scholar's eyes. The latter had no choice but to smile, but unfolded the letter. At that time, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he could only speak a few lines or a few short words. The scholar spent a long time looking at the stick of incense, his face was uncertain, and finally he let out a long breath, leaned on the wicker chair behind him, and kept silent. .
The things written in the letter, even if the layman who escaped from the nunnery has done many shady things over the years, he is definitely not a gentleman. After seeing this letter this time, it was difficult for a long time to calm down and take a look at it. Yan Qiye, who behaved as usual and had no problem drinking tea, frowned tightly.
"There are not many scholars in the Xu Meng Mansion who can see the general trend clearly and add fuel to the flames. You are one of them, and the scholar who is in charge of conquests and is full of military strategies is one. The two of them can be regarded as my right-hand man for many years. , in your opinion, this massacre of the city is probably a very harmful move to the world, but in my opinion, it is not a big deal, and it will hardly cause any uproar."
Seeing through the literati's thoughts, Yan Qiye spoke first, looking at the scholar in front of him whose forehead was getting redder and redder, indifferently, and even a little indifferent. He knocked on the table, dismissed everyone, and spoke slowly word by word.
Yan Qiye saw that the scholar who was very good at military strategy and attack had always been ill. Not to mention that he had been hiding for a long time and was probably almost exhausted. But even though his whole body was as strong as an ant bank, his physical condition He was getting weaker day by day, but the only thing he had not lost was his thoughts on the city. It was also the act of massacre of the city that was considered heinous by others. Probably Yan Qiye's thoughts were most similar to that of the scholar.
First of all, there were not many scholars in the Yuan Dynasty who could write and write. Even if there were, they were mostly guests among the major tribes. As for those mediocre people who were never valued, even if they wanted to speak for Wei Nannan, the news had not been seen. Those who can be passed down from the Great Yuan Dynasty, after all, apart from those who are still struggling to resist the Xumeng Mansion and most of his subordinates, there are only a few left on the fingers. Counting the royal court of the main account, it is absolutely impossible to exceed five Therefore, even if the massacre of the city is really carried out, as long as the Yuan Dynasty is still firmly in the hands of the Xumeng Mansion in the end, even if it is to avoid the world's excuses, he will be like a charlatan. , the massacre of the city can also be wiped clean, and the Xumeng Mansion will not set off a tide because of this.
As for the second one, the most brilliant thing about the scholar's move is that he uses retreat to advance. On the surface, he does not block it, but waits until the matter is done, and then uses the method of killing chickens to scare monkeys, even though most of the soldiers in each department are men. Will give rise to dissatisfaction, but after this method is used, these men who are already red-eyed will be able to slightly recall the methods of the Xumeng Mansion. This method of knowing his crime and making him commit it can not only reduce the number of The various tribes in the Yuan Dynasty exerted their power over these soldiers, and it also made these men who had been fighting for a while feel in awe again.
With this method, in another year and a half, I am afraid that these men in various ministries will change their flags and banners, which is not just a dream.
The layman who escaped from the nunnery had been listening quietly to Yan Qiye's story. In the end, the old man was actually very impressed, saying that the scholar was really proud of himself, but he couldn't think of a better way, and his expression became more and more depressed. .
"Have you ever thought about it, Master of the Palace? There are too many crimes in this world. Sometimes, it is not whether you can be condemned by the people of the world that matters. Things like massacre of the city are really too cruel. How can it be like this?"
Yan Qiye stopped smiling and looked at the scholar in front of him, but he was not angry. Instead, he pointed at his face, "I have a talent for martial arts, and it is very late to realize it. I think back to the time when I was driven down the mountain by my master. I have traveled to several immortal families, but because of my poor cultivation, I was coldly beaten and scolded by many people. At that time, there was still an immortal family sect in the south of Weinan. The leader of the sect and the disciples in the mountain did not know that I was regarded as a After a few boxing training sessions, I was beaten to pieces on the target, not to mention that I was immersed in water for several days and nights. My skin and flesh were almost peeled off, but I was worshiped like a god by Weinan. At that time, why didn't anyone come out and say something? In the previous sentence, doing things like this is harmful to the harmony of heaven and earth."
"My biological mother, Erlang, was also a cultivator at the beginning. Although she was not very talented, she was particularly kind-hearted. She often helped the people and never asked for a blessing. However, she was forcibly abducted by the Xian family. When I came to look for her, she At that time, Wen Ting was already dedicated to most of the dignitaries who were full of oil. Unwilling to be humiliated, he committed suicide. The reason was the simplest. The powerful people at the foot of the mountain had never tasted the taste of the cultivators on the mountain. , so he spent money to summon power, hired several practitioners of high level, and robbed him by force."
"At that time, no one would tell me that whether you have power or not is not really important."
"In order to acquire this entire Great Yuan, I don't know how much effort I have wasted. If I can keep my mind calm, I may not be able to find the supreme martial arts. In order to gain power and achieve the highest realm, I I can no longer remember how many cruel and outrageous things I have done. Only with these two words of wealth and power in hand, I will no longer have the extremely angry and helpless thoughts I had in the past, not to mention slaughtering a majestic southern royal court. Even if the entire Great Yuan is cleared out of every ten households, there won’t be any hesitation.”
"We have been together for a long time, and it seems that you, the layman who escaped from the nunnery, have also forgotten what kind of person I am. He is not a kind and kind old man, but an old evil ghost crawling out of water and fire. He can't wait to eat the flesh and blood of others. I suppress the evil thoughts in my heart. There is never a day when I don't think about hatred and resentment towards people like me who are like old evil spirits. Is there anything in the world that I can't do?"
From the beginning to the end, Yan Qiye's face never showed any anger, but now after listening to these words, the scholar felt that there was no trace of summer heat in his body, and only the coldness in his body was left. He stared blankly at the expression in his eyes Yan Qiye, who was still calm, stood up and bowed respectfully without saying another word.
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