Star Trace Gate

Government office, inner hall.

Little Su Su, with two sky-high buns, ate grapes with a rosy face: "Brother, you are truly a man of heaven. It has only been less than two months and you are about to make another breakthrough. Su Su feels that sooner or later you will conquer the nine heavens, suppress all evil spirits, and bring eternal peace to the world and all living beings...!"

She is young, cute, and speaks in a very organized way, which makes her very lovable.

Ren Ye listened to the little one's flattery and asked in confusion: "Who taught you these words?"

"It was Master Huang. He taught Su Su that in this city, even a breeding pig over eighty years old must have its role." Su Su showed an innocent expression: "And Su Su is still young, and her cultivation is slow... So, my current role is to provide for my brother...!"

"What do you offer?"

"Oh, I forgot. Let me think about it..." Su Su bit her finger and stood there for a long time, thinking back before she said with bright eyes, "Yes, I remember now. Mr. Huang said that I should provide emotional value for my brother... I should think about how to say nice things to my brother every day... Hehe."

Ren was speechless: "Susu, don't play with Master Huang anymore. He is a treacherous minister. He is the one who started the trend of flattery in this city."

"Brother, although our Master Huang is ugly, he has indeed been overworked recently. Brother, why don't you find a few wives for him so that they can take care of his daily life personally..."

"Who taught you this sentence?"

"It was Mr. Huang. When you were sleeping yesterday, he went to the street and bought a flowery dress for Su Su to wear, and then he told me to say this...!"

"A white-haired man, a shameless old thief! He even fucked a few women. Does he have the ability to do that?"

Ren also cursed: "You don't even let the children go, you official bastard, official bastard."

After saying that, Su Su carefully put down the two grapes and said softly, "Brother, I can sense it now."

"Okay." Ren nodded in agreement.

Inside the hall, Su Su closed her big watery eyes, slowly raised her arms, and created a wave of starlight.

After a moment, she smiled and said, "Brother Renzi, I sensed it. At this level, you only need to do one thing to complete the breakthrough."

"What is it?" Ren Ye stretched his neck and asked excitedly.

"It's very simple. You need to expand the territory of Qingliang Prefecture and turn it into a county that governs at least eight counties and towns." Su Su opened her eyes and narrated with an excited expression.

"Fuck!"

Ren Ye suddenly jumped up from his chair, exclaiming and cursing the national quintessence with a look of shock.

"? What the hell does that mean?"

"You call this simple?!" Ren Ye stared with despair, "This... How is this possible!"

"My brother Renzi is invincible in the world. It would be a piece of cake for him to conquer a mere county."

"Didn't your Master Huang tell you that you don't have to provide emotional value when your brother is in despair?" Ren Ye sat down on the chair with a thud, his eyes full of despair and heartbreak.

Su Su looked at his expression, pouting her lips, and couldn't guess what her brother was worried about.

This...is it really that difficult to deal with in this county?

……

We must hold a meeting!

At night, a cool breeze blows across the mountains and the forest is filled with the sounds of insects and animals.

In front of the demolished Jingxin Hall in Prince Huai's Palace, Lian'er ordered the maids to place some small chairs and cut some thirst-quenching watermelons for everyone to eat.

Although it was early autumn and the night weather was a little cooler, the members of Qingliang Mansion's makeshift team were all feeling hot and bored.

There are currently five members of the makeshift team.

They are Prince Huai Ren Ye, his beloved concubine Xu Qingzhao, the prefect Mr. Huang, the nominal commander of the three armies Lao Liu, and Ms. Tang, a psychologist who had just returned home from visiting her relatives and hurried over.

Sitting on a small chair, Ren Ye was eating watermelon, and said with a depressed expression: "Why are all the civil and military officials in this room hesitating? You guys should tell me how to turn a remote prefecture into a county!"

Old Liu showed a stupid expression: "Including the people cutting watermelons and pouring tea, there are only nine of us in total. You call this a full house of civil and military officials?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you have any ideas?" Ren Ye asked.

"If I had this IQ, would I still play with you?" Old Liu rolled his eyes and replied righteously.

"Waste." Ren Ye simply ignored him and turned to look at the others.

Xu Qingzhao sat on the chair, her pretty face full of worry. "Qingliang Prefecture has less than 30,000 infantrymen, lacks bows and crossbows, cavalry, and weapons that are good at siege. In addition, this place is currently a first-level secret place, suppressed by the avenue. Except for those who go out to travel, there will never be a second-level supernatural power in the prefecture. With such strength, if you want to raise an army and go on a conquest, it is tantamount to seeking death."

"That's right." Brother Huang spitted out watermelon seeds and interjected, "To the north of Qingliang Prefecture, the land is connected to the Daqian Dynasty, which is a real fourth-level territory. To the northwest of Qingliang Prefecture is the Misty Gobi, the level of which is unknown; to the southwest of Qingliang Prefecture is the land of Qingzhou, the level of which is unknown; to the southeast of Qingliang Prefecture is the fairyland of Dongzhou, the level of which is also unknown; but just by listening to the names of these places, you can tell that they are definitely not worse than the Daqian Dynasty. If we want to expand our territory to these places, then with our strength, it would be no different from sending our heads to the ground. And to put it bluntly, if there were no protection from the mist barrier of the Heavenly Dao rules, we would have been swallowed up long ago."

After thinking for a while, he added, "The only place we can operate is the second-level war-torn land of Southern Xinjiang. But there are also two problems. First, we currently have close diplomatic relations with Southern Xinjiang, and we also have a lot of commercial cooperation. If you suddenly cross the border and occupy the territory, it would be like stabbing them in the back. Even if you successfully occupy their territory, the relationship between the two sides will definitely collapse immediately. Let alone trade, if you want to cross the border to sell them a hair, you will be shot into a sieve by crossbows. Second, I currently have a good understanding of Southern Xinjiang. The place where they border us is indeed a second-level territory. But the further you go in, the higher the level of this secret land. To put it bluntly, their strength is something we can't afford to touch, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to confront the Daqian Dynasty for so many years."

"I can't win the fight, and I can't advance by just waiting." Old Liu said sadly: "I think the future of this empire is worrying, it's too bleak."

"What? You want to divide the property again and go back to Gao Village?" Tang Feng said sarcastically.

"Those with brains speak, those without brains eat watermelon." Ren Ye said to the commander-in-chief of the three armies, and then looked at Tang Feng: "Do you have any solution?"

"Although I don't know as much about Qingliang Mansion as you do." Tang Feng scratched his head: "But from what I just heard, our current situation... is indeed hopeless. Without hard power, sneak attacks, backstabbing, and secret operations... are just jokes."

He walked in the empty square with his hands behind his back like a wise military advisor. After careful consideration, he said, "I think it's right to think about the southern border. After all, the bordering area over there is only at the second level and is not very strong. The most important thing is that the area bordering us is all barren and does not have the necessary military strategic conditions or political factors."

You see, educated people are different. Even if they are mentally ill, they can still say something at the critical moment.

"You think the same as I do." Ren also lowered his head and said, "I've been thinking about it for a whole day, and I also think... the only low-probability feasibility is in southern Xinjiang."

"So do you have any general plans and ideas?" Tang Feng asked.

Ren Ye thought for a moment and said only two words: "Diplomacy."

When Lao Liu heard this, he immediately cursed: "What kind of diplomacy is it to make others cede such a large piece of land to you?! I think... you should stop being diplomatic. If you really don't want to try your anus... I won't say the last word."

"Damn, a living person can be killed by holding his urine."

Ren Ye gritted his teeth and shouted, "Lian'er, bring me paper, ink, brush and inkstone. I suddenly miss Brother Wu."

……

late at night.

On the southern border, on top of Jingshan Mountain.

The boss, Fatty Wu, who had been busy all day, was now resting in the Juyi Hall.

Ever since he became sworn brothers with Ren Ye, he had been visiting Qingliang Prefecture more frequently. He would often go to the prefecture to find Huang Ge to corrupt him, using the excuse of discussing trade matters, whether he had something to do or not.

Brother Huang also has a very good attitude towards Fatty Wu. As long as the other party does not ask for anal sex, he can almost always satisfy him.

In return, Fatty Wu also did a lot of big things for Qingliang Mansion. For example, the precious materials dismantled from Jingxin Hall and Cunxin Hall were all sold secretly by him, and the price was not low.

Although he had taken a lot of advantage during this period, Brother Huang always pretended to be ignorant about such matters and never asked a question proactively.

Since ancient times, human nature has been to not do anything without benefits. It is really naive to expect others to do things for you without spending any money.

Therefore, under such a corrupt offensive, Fatty Wu's attitude towards Qingliang Mansion is naturally very close.

Juyi Hall, behind the table.

Fatty Wu was happily drinking wine and eating side dishes.

Not long after, a young lackey came quietly over, holding a plate in both hands, and reminded softly: "Boss, you have to turn over the cards tonight."

"You kid, it's you who ruined my health." Fatty Wu cursed with a smile, then reached out and flipped a wooden sign on the plate.

Under the flickering lamp, a few words appeared on the wooden sign - the fourth sister-in-law of the second sister-in-law.

This brand is definitely the most awesome, the most shameless, and the most imaginative in history.

After the eldest and second in command both "passed away" in Qingliang Mansion, the righteous Fatty Wu personally assigned numbers to the sisters-in-law and wrote wooden signs.

enlighten!

Every day and every night, it’s all about guidance and hard work!

"Go and get ready. We still have a long talk tonight." Fatty Wu waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, I'll prepare it right away... and ask the second sister-in-law and the fourth sister-in-law to prepare some things to nourish the family." The little dog left with a smile.

As soon as he left, another leader suddenly rushed in, clasped his fists and said to Fatty Wu, "Boss, there's a letter from Qingliang Mansion...!"

"A letter? Is this Mr. Huang inviting me again?"

Fatty Wu took the letter, glanced at it briefly, and suddenly said with a serious face: "Tell the inner courtyard that I won't be coming tonight. Find a few fast horses, and the rest of you can follow me into the city."

"It's so late, King Huai asked you to come over? Should I bring more people with me?"

"You have a mean heart! My brother called me, what are you afraid of?" Fatty Wu stood up and said, "As long as Daqian doesn't destroy the country, the relationship between Qingliang Mansion and me will be more solid and reliable than Tianshan. Stop talking nonsense and prepare your horses quickly."

That night, Fatty Wu brought only four people and rushed to Qingliang Mansion overnight.

……

In southern Xinjiang, on an unknown official road.

A young man rode a white horse and traveled through the night.

The stars in the sky are bright, and the horses' hooves are heading south, making rhythmic clattering sounds.