"Master Yuan Guo has a wonderful plan!"
Descarnato respectfully put his fist to his heart and bent down to salute.
Seeing this, Amao quickly took two steps back to get out of the way, and saluted hurriedly and in awe.
Who is the person Descartes admires most in his life?
He was not a king who shouldered a great responsibility at a young age, nor was he the god-slaying general of Beidi, but the man in front of him, the white-haired and boyish-faced man, the national advisor of Beidi.
Yuan Guoshi had long been accustomed to other people's praise, so he walked up to Descartes and stretched out his hand.
Descarnato immediately carefully placed the note in Yuan Guoshi's hand.
Amao saw the general's humble and courteous side, and couldn't help but admire in his heart: Only the national master can make the general like this.
As for Yuan Guoshi, who got the note, even though he had already suspected it, when he opened the note and saw the content on it, he couldn't help but become excited.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Three good words in a row, and the tone was very exciting. Amao was frightened and at the same time, he was like a two-foot-tall monk who was confused.
Doesn’t it just say five days? What’s so good about it?
Descartes also didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, and his heart was itching like a cat scratching.
Turning around to see Amao scratching his head and ears, he couldn't help but regret that he had trained Amao so well in normal times, so that now there was no one curious to ask.
Good thing.
Yuan Guoshi was already at a superb level in observing words and expressions.
Seeing the expressions of the two of them, he twisted the note in his hand into pieces and smiled mysteriously: "You are just curious about the special meaning of these days."
Not a question, but an affirmation.
Amao couldn't hold himself back any longer and nodded repeatedly.
Since Amao was so impatient, Descartes gently nodded his head reservedly and guessed: "Is what the Imperial Master has to do within these five days?"
"yes."
There was no need for Yuan Guoshi to hide it from them.
Descarnato received a positive response, his eyes were bright, and he asked: "What day is it?"
"Has the fine iron that was transported with the caravan been placed at the place I designated?"
Yuan Guoshi's words made Descartes' mind even clearer.
As expected, those fine irons usually used for sacrifices were not used by the Imperial Master to show miracles in front of Daxing, but to get rid of Ning Wuyan!
No.
It should not just be Ning Wuyan.
The strength of the heavenly punishment controlled by the national master is enough to kill many people in one go!
"If we return to the Imperial Guard, we have already arranged them the day before yesterday. Last night, there was a loud thunder in the southwest. It should be the effect of those fine irons."
Master Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and sighed again when he thought of the five dates on the note.
"Pity."
"Does the Imperial Master pity Master Hua?"
As early as when Descarnato was in Beidi, he heard about the imperial master and wanted to learn some of Daxing's secret techniques of Dao and Yi.
Because I have heard a lot of rumors about Huayi, I always want to discuss it.
But in Descartes' view, Hua Yi was just good at pinching and calculating, and he had internal skills. If he was talking about being powerful, the man in front of him was even more powerful!
Because this man is the only god in the world who can control the punishment of God!
Yes.
In the eyes of Descartes, no matter how careful his thoughts were, or how profound his city was, it was not as good as a waving of his sleeves by the imperial master, reciting a passage of scripture, or triggering a divine punishment.
His admiration for the Imperial Master has been deeply rooted in his bones.
This competition can get the help of the national master to eradicate those irresistible forces and cut off the lifeblood of the Daxing literary world. For him, he has completed the task assigned by the king to Daxing.
"Descartes, you have to remember that if you want to conquer the Daxing people, you can't just rely on force, but also rely on culture. And our cultural foundation in Beidi is too shallow. We must use them to Daxing our own things, which is the best way to rule. Their."
"The most outstanding thing about Huayi is that in addition to being able to divination and deduction, he is also proficient in many mysterious methods, as well as the way of cultivating one's family, governing the country, and he should have combined these ways and methods. In addition, he is A man who risked his life for the sake of the people in the world also went to the Western Regions to spread culture. I once thought that if one day Daxing became our territory in Beidi, and I wanted the king to make him prime minister. I believe that if Daxing people’s lives were threatened, he would definitely I will obey, but it’s a pity…”
Yuan Guoshi thought that the date deduced by Huayi's night observation of the sky could be as long as half a month.
But he could only accurately guess seven days, and he still couldn't tell others. He decided before he could decide the actual day to take action.
It’s better not to keep this variable, so as not to miss something important.
Although Hua Yi and Ning Wuchang are not masters and disciples, they are better than masters and disciples. They have such a relationship that if Hua Yi is not eliminated, Ning Wuchang will be difficult to eliminate if Ning Wuchang is in the way.
"National Preceptor, when will we take action?"
Descarnato also became excited.
Amao thought about the rumors about Huayi and really wanted to persuade the general not to get excited.
Hua Yi was very calculating and knew that the Imperial Master was going to do harm to him, so he was afraid that he would stay in the Imperial Manor forever.
Do they still want to send people to assassinate him?
But Hua Yi's kung fu is also superb. Whether the people they send will succeed remains to be seen.
The more important it is, the more things cannot go wrong.
When Amao saw the anxious general, he felt a little worried, wondering if he was rash in doing so.
fine.
Yuan Guoshi behaved more calmly on this matter.
"When is the time to take action? First, keep an eye on Hua Yi's movements in the past few days, especially the things he never does for others. Tell me about his investigation in Jinling, and I will make arrangements."
"Yes! I'm going to get those letters sent by the spies and show them to the Imperial Master."
Descartes directly handed over the power in his hand to Yuan Guoshi, which made Amao dare not get angry or speak out.
Even the general is willing to work as an errand boy for the national division, so what else can he complain about?
"Amao, go get those records of investigating Hua Yi's preferences."
Master Yuan gave instructions again.
Amao was stunned.
Like?
He did not remember that Master Hua had any special preferences.
If it really counts, it is the hobby of finding an apprentice.
However, Hua Yi seems to have accepted the eldest daughter of the Shen family as his apprentice, so this preference should no longer be used.
With this in mind, Amao replied directly: "Yes, I'll get it right away."
…
Until three poles high in the sun.
Ning Wuyang woke up slowly and found that the quilt had been kicked to the ground at some point. He quickly picked it up and stretched it on the bed, when he heard a "thunk" sound outside.
"Someone hit the ground with a hammer."
Qin Shi explained.
Ning Wuyan nodded, imagining how sleepy the craftsman must be after working all night and continuing to forge.
But there was nothing he could do.
We are pressed for time and have to keep it secret, so we can only work hard for everyone.
He rubbed his butt that no longer hurt, sat back on the bed, and practiced cross-legged exercises.
When the inner breath had circulated for three weeks and his whole body was feeling peaceful, he stretched out and looked out the red window.
