"Fei Lian, after all these days, it's time for the letter to be in the hands of King Beiyu, right?" Standing at the top of Liangzhou City, Xu Mu couldn't help but ask.
"Lord, if nothing unexpected happens, we should be here."
Listening, Xu Mu nodded silently. I was a friend once upon a time and could only send messages in this way, which was really a depressing experience.
"Lord, people are here."
After calming down his emotions, Xu Mu turned his head again, and suddenly saw Wang Yong, who was in his late seventies. This former old scholar from Western Shu must be ninety-nine in his fifties, and he is still busy with Liangzhou's political affairs.
After Chen Zhong rushed to the front line of Lizhou, the huge burden of Liangzhou suddenly fell on Lao Wang's shoulders.
"Hey, Wang Yong meets my lord!" Unlike Li Tao, who was as serious as Li Tao, Wang Yong seemed more down-to-earth in comparison.
Following Wang Yong was Chen Fang, a Confucian who had previously entered Shu.
"General Tiger, come and give grandpa a hug."
"Hug, hug me, Si Hu already has two sons, and he is now a father." Si Hu cursed, "If I hug you like this, your son may have to buy a coffin tomorrow -"
"Si Hu!" Xu Mu glared, took a few steps forward, and met Wang Yong and Chen Fang.
Wang Yong still looked like a good old man. After crying for a long time, he calmed down a little.
"Last year's harvest was very rich from the produce of Baidie in Liangzhou. By this year, I have mobilized the refugees and people in Liangzhou to give them monthly stipends and asked them to follow the harvest of Baidie."
Baidie, that is, cotton, is of great significance to the current Xishu regime. In terms of people's livelihood, it can be used as a warm thing in winter and as a medicinal cloth to clean wounds. In battle, it can be used as cotton armor to match wooden armor to increase the armor coverage rate of Western Shu soldiers.
Baidie relies on sunshine. Judging from the current situation in Western Shu, cool land is undoubtedly the most suitable.
"Old Wang, where is Lu Feng from Ma Zhengsi?"
"It was here last month. Now, it's time to go to Yumen Pass to let the horses go."
Lu Feng, who is in charge of horse administration, is also one of the five horsemen in Wangzhou. He is now mainly in charge of the maintenance of war horses and has considerable experience.
Xu Mu sighed. It seemed that he could only find some time to get together with some old friends in Wangzhou.
"Old Wang. We also received intelligence earlier that there was some disturbance in Liangzhou."
"Indeed." Wang Yong sneered, "I am in Xishu in Lizhou. When the Spring War started, some Qiang and Dong people rebelled and joined forces to cause chaos. But no matter how many people there are, I will lead them myself. Knife, I killed and chased them, and they were all wiped out in one fell swoop.”
"Old Wang, you are really fierce..."
Wang Yong raised his head and laughed. His appearance this time did not look like that of an old Confucian, but rather that of a veteran.
"My lord, how long will you stay in Liangzhou?"
"In two days, I will go to Lizhou."
This time, taking advantage of Zhao Di's affairs, he went south and north, which was more like an inspection visit. Of course, what pleased him was that all places in Xishu were considered monolithic.
For example, people like Wang Yong, Li Tao and Li Liu were originally from Shu, and had lived and died with the Xi Shu regime many times. They had a great sense of belonging and would never betray Xi Shu unless the situation was extremely bad.
This is one of the reasons why Xu Mu is willing to reuse these people.
Turning his head, Xu Mu looked at Chen Fang beside him. Only then did I realize that this old guy, although he hadn't spoken a word, had been staring at him with his straight eyes.
"Mr. Chen, this is..."
"Somehow, I suddenly feel that my lord has become more like an emperor in the past two or three years."
Xu Mu was speechless. He had heard similar words several times in the past ten years.
"Looking at my lord, does he seem to have something on his mind?"
"Indeed..." Xu Mu hesitated before speaking. In fact, he always had an idea in his mind, but he didn't know if it was right or not.
"What is the matter with my lord?"
"I'm looking for an envoy to come to Beiyu for me."
"Are you asking for peace?"
Xu Mu shook his head and said, "As equals, this is the only way to stop fighting. What I mean is to express to Beiyu my current attitude in Xishu."
The original best candidates were Zhao Dun and Yin Hu. But Zhao Dun is in the Western Region, and Yin Hu has also declared that he is outside. As the third plot of Xi Shu, if he dares to enter the inner city, even if Chang Laosi doesn't take action, the aristocratic families will.
"My lord, let me ask one more question, why did you suddenly stop fighting?"
"A wolf is hissing in the north."
Although I wrote a letter to Chang Laosi, I still said the same thing: Xi Shu needs to have a humble attitude in front of Bei Yu.
Fighting will eventually lead to fighting, and fighting will eventually lead to fighting. But no matter what, before our brothers take action, they must first ensure that outsiders will not take advantage of the opportunity to take action.
Listening to Xu Mu's words, Chen Fang already vaguely understood. A pair of eyes suddenly filled with appreciation and relief.
"Lord, how about I go?"
"Sir, when he presented himself to Lizhou, he might have been found out. I'm worried about the danger here."
"First there were great scholars from Northern Chongqing who came to Shu, and now we, great scholars from Western Shu, have come to Chongqing. Why not?"
Xu Mu was silent for a while, "I know the King of Beiyu. He may not embarrass you, but those old families in the inner city hate the Shu people the most now."
"It doesn't matter. If I, Chen Fangruo, die in Beiyu, then Beiyu will break a taboo and lose its reputation. The people and scribes will be more interested in Xishu."
This sentence made Xu Mu feel vaguely problematic. After thinking about it again, I still had no intention of appointing Chen Fang as an envoy. This old Confucian had helped Western Shu a lot in order to enter Shu. Letting him go into danger and enter Chongqing would be repaying kindness with hatred.
"Mr. Chen, let me think about it again."
"Of course, I, Chen Fang, also obey the orders of the King of Shu." Chen Fang smiled and bowed.
Xu Mu did not notice that at this moment, there was already a sense of determination hidden in Chen Fang's eyes.
"Old Wang, and Mr. Chen, how about we and the other three go have a drink first?" Putting aside political matters, Xu Mu said with a smile.
Si Hu, who was next to him, was drowsy when he heard the news. When Leng Buding mentioned food, his eyes widened and he quickly walked over.
"That's right, my brother Mu is hungry. Lao Wang, have you prepared the mutton soup?"
"Forget it, I am not hungry anymore, and neither is Si Hu."
Si Hu's face was shocked, and he hurriedly took Xu Mu's arm and shook it coquettishly, "Brother Mu, listen to me, the mutton soup in Liangzhou doesn't have the smell of mutton, and with the addition of spicy pepper, the soup is very fragrant. Roll on—"
"Brother Mu is the most handsome, Brother Mu is the most handsome in the world, Brother Mu is the best pile driver! Brother Mu, let's have a meal of mutton soup!"
On the huge Liangzhou City Tower, Si Hu's high-octave voice suddenly resounded.
