Half a month later,
Imperial Capital, Jiulong Mountain.
Beautiful mountains, clear water, pavilions, and vermilion palace walls.
The trees are dense and quiet, and the paths are winding.
A man wearing a gray python suit and a purple jade belt wrapped around his waist walked in front, leading the way for the middle-aged man in black dragon robe behind him. His voice was very thin and measured:
"Xu Xiangguo, the emperor lost his temper last night and even smashed his favorite jade~"
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The middle-aged man ignored his words.
The man in the python suit glanced sideways at the person behind him, then stopped talking and walked quickly forward with broken steps.
After walking for dozens of steps, there is a cave in the forest, a trickling stream, and a huge lake with rippling blue waves. An old man wearing an imperial dragon robe is sitting quietly on a futon by the lake fishing, with a Empty futon.
From a distance, it looks quiet and leisurely.
The man in the python robe led the middle-aged man to the old man and walked forward quickly. Regardless of the whiteness of the python robe, he knelt down on the wet soil by the lake and saluted:
"Your Majesty, Xu Xiangguo has arrived."
The old man ignored the man in python suit and continued fishing with his eyes closed.
Seeing this, the man in the python suit took a few steps back sensibly, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then turned around and left the royal lake.
The birds were chirping crisply in the forest. The middle-aged man walked slowly to the old man's side, stood by the futon but did not sit down, and looked at the lake without speaking.
And at this time,
Suddenly ripples appeared on the calm lake surface, and a strange roar that sounded like a dragon but not a tiger came from the bottom of the lake, causing several birds playing in the treetops to fly up in fright.
But then the lake quickly became calm again.
The gray-haired old man sat quietly on the futon, while the middle-aged man stood quietly beside him and looked at the lake. Neither of them spoke.
silence.
Silence can say a lot, especially about him and him.
I do not know how long it has been,
The old man coughed a few times as if he had caught a cold, exhaled a breath, and without looking back, his voice contained a hint of an unknown smile:
"Xu Shengren, if you don't sit down, do you want me to look up at you?"
Xu Yinhe still didn't move, standing there looking at the lake, and said calmly:
"Government affairs are so busy that if you sit down, you won't have enough time."
The words fell.
silence.
For a long time,
The old man in royal robe slowly stood up from the futon with his knees up, and patted the non-existent dust on his legs:
"Then I'd better stand up. I can't catch it anyway."
There are no fish in this lake, only strange animals.
As he stood up, the old man turned around.
Xu Yinhe also saw the other party's face and frowned calmly.
The old man's face is old but very hale and hearty. You can vaguely see the richness and handsomeness of that year. However, a few purple and black veins spread out from the neck and almost cover the whole face of the old man. The white of his left eye has been half black.
Look at each other for a moment,
"Does this look in your eyes mean that I am old?"
The old man smiled and bent down, packing up the fishing gear:
"I am indeed getting old. I haven't seen you in three years. Come on, accompany me to the island in the middle of the lake to sit and reminisce about old times."
Xu Yinhe followed, but did not help carry the fishing gear, and the old man in the royal robe knew this and carried it in his hand.
The two of them stepped on the water and walked straight towards the island in the middle of the lake.
After walking a few steps in silence, Xu Yinhe suddenly spoke in a low voice:
"Has your injury reached this level?"
The old man's voice was full of laughter, very leisurely:
"Don't you know my injuries? It would be nice to be alive. But don't you expect me to die?"
Xu Yinhe neither denied nor agreed. He looked into the distance with a little silence and said leisurely:
“There are not many people left from those days.”
The old man shook his head:
"There really aren't many left."
After a pause,
The old man glanced at Xu Yinhe and chuckled:
"It seems like something good has happened to you recently, and you are in a good mood?"
We met in the year of Dancing Elephant and have known each other for decades. We can understand many things with just one sentence and one look.
Li Yaoxuan knew that this old friend was not someone who liked to cherish the past and regret the present.
And Xu Yinhe didn't reply to him.
The old man in imperial robe understood, holding the fishing gear, he said leisurely:
"A good thing that makes you happy is a huge bad thing for me."
While talking,
The old man in imperial robes took out a memorial from the Sumeru ring and handed it to Xu Yinhe:
"Let's see."
Xu Yinhe took it without looking at it.
The old man asked:
"Don't you want to see it?"
Xu Yinhe lowered his eyes and glanced at the memorial in his hand:
"It's nothing more than Wanxiang Sect's affairs."
The old man smiled meaningfully:
"Indeed, using private soldiers to attack the counties and sects entrusted by the imperial court is a crime enough for the Yi Jiu Clan."
Xu Yinhe looked back:
"How about private soldiers, how about attacking the city? Hasn't the Wanxiang Sect already stated that this incident was caused by them entrusting me, the Prime Minister's Mansion, to help them train their soldiers?"
The old man lowered his eyes and smiled, then said:
"Shengshan County needs a large amount of money allocated by the court for disaster relief, but the national treasury is empty."
Having said that, stop there.
Xu Yinhe did not mean to shirk:
"After hearing about this, the president of the Tian'an Chamber of Commerce took pity on the common people and volunteered to donate 30 million taels of money and food."
The words fell,
The old man in imperial robes waved his hand, and the memorial in Xu Yinhe's hand spontaneously ignited out of thin air, eventually turning into ashes and sinking into the deep pool.
In just a few words, the old man and Xu Yinhe crossed a thousand meters and reached the island in the middle of the lake.
There is a terrace built here with vermilion and blue tiles, which is extremely luxurious.
Walking into the attic, the eunuchs and maids standing on both sides immediately knelt down to say hello.
The two of them walked all the way to the top of the loft and took their seats.
The man in python suit who disappeared just now appeared again, making tea and water for the two of them.
The breeze gently ruffled the royal robe behind him, and the old man looked at the sparkling lake:
"My third son went to Wanxiang Sect."
Xu Yinhe paused slightly while drinking tea:
"died?"
As if asking another ordinary thing.
Hearing this, the ferocious veins on the old man's face seemed to smile:
"That kid has been running fast since he was a kid."
Xu Yinhe continued to drink tea and commented:
"The third prince is very good."
The old man laughed directly this time, teasingly:
"The third child is very good, much better than your third child, but it's a pity that he has never had any idea about my position. Of course, it may be that I didn't see it."
Xu Yinhe's face was expressionless and he said:
"Maybe, the third prince and Yucheng have a deep love for each other, so they may have a happy ending."
Li Yucheng, the current prince.
Hearing this, the old man stared at Xu Yinhe for a few seconds with his purple-black eyes, and suddenly asked with a smile:
"Yin He, who do you think I should pass this position to, the prince?"
Regarding this topic involving the position of unification, Xu Yinhe's voice was still low and calm:
"Why do you need to ask me about this?"
"Since you have so much power over me, I naturally want to ask you what you mean." The old man said with a smile.
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Xu Yinhe put down the tea cup with a "dang" sound. The sound was not loud, but it was very loud at the top of the silent attic:
"My life is not over yet, so why worry?"
The old man coughed twice and pointed to the blood stains at the corner of his mouth and his expression:
"Do you think I'm not at the end of my life?"
Xu Yinhe's lips curled up slightly when he heard this, and he smiled for the first time.
His falcon-like gaze slowly swept across the hidden formation in the sky, across the man in python suit beside him, across the blue-rippled lake, and finally landed on the face of the old man in imperial robes again.
His voice was slow:
"If Yao Xuan was dead soon, I wouldn't be here."
The old man squinted his eyes, and finally shook his head helplessly and sighed:
"In front of you, I, the emperor, really have no majesty at all."
Xu Yinhe shook his head:
“Everything now starts with what we thought back then.”
The old man seemed to be chatting:
"That idea cannot be realized in one generation."
Xu Yinhe asked:
"So compromise?"
"boom!"
The tea table in front of the two men instantly fell into pieces, and the powerful waves of energy set off made their robes rustle.
At the top of the attic, there was no sound.
Without the desk, the old man's hand was hanging in the air. The two old friends looked at each other with normal expressions. The man in the python suit still stood aside with his eyes lowered.
Soon, the silence was broken by a sharp cough.
The old man spit out a large pool of black blood. The man in the python suit on the side wanted to step forward, but he raised his hand to signal him not to move:
"Xu Yinhe, if we start now, the world will only become more chaotic. At the very least, we must first eliminate the surrounding alien races."
Xu Yinhe's tone was neither urgent nor slow:
"The sect will not give us this opportunity. Don't tell me that you haven't received news from the north."
The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a white cloth, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze.
Xu Yinhe stood up slowly, stepped on the sawdust on the ground and walked to the window, with his back to the old man:
"The war in the north is losing."
The voice was calm, but with a hint of unknown emotion.
The old man was speechless for a moment.
Xu Yinhe turned around and looked at his old friend:
"Li Yaoxuan, the sect will not sit back and let us get rid of the surrounding alien races. Wu Yuan wants to kill the barbarian alien king, but she is now surrounded by the alien king in Dali Mountain, isolated and helpless."
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The old man threw the blood-stained white cloth on the ground:
"What do you want to say?"
Xu Yinhe gently held the smooth sandalwood window sill:
"Zong Qing was born near the Dingman River."
Dingman River is only three hundred miles away from Dali Mountain.
When the old man heard this, he smiled softly and stared at his old friend in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming colder:
"Xu Yinhe, are you trying to blackmail my choice?"
Xu Yinhe straightened his sleeves and robe, and bowed deeply to Emperor Dayan in front of him:
"If your Majesty understands it so well, that is so."
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