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After Luo Xingyun stole the token, he didn't rush back to the main altar so quickly, but before he could sneak a day or two out of his busy schedule, he was approached by an unexpected visitor, Li Wanshu.

To be honest, he really didn't think about it, that guy actually went back to the Central Plains like him, and was rescued by Li Wanshu because of the token-stealing scene that almost exposed him the night before.

Therefore, facing the person who came to the door, he had nothing to be sarcastic about. He just raised his head and glanced at the guy, first muttered in a low voice, "Run around before the leg injury is healed", and then stretched leisurely on the bed. A lazily said: "Are you ready to go to the appointment? If you are alone, you are not afraid that the emperor who is full of tricks will directly detain you."

In the past two days, he had also speculated a little about the actions of the Emperor of the Central Plains, but it seemed that it was probably for the big fish of Li Wanshu.

Li Wanshu smiled like a spring breeze, and slowly walked over with his fan: "So I hope that I will have martial arts masters go with me, and I will protect this sick young man who can't walk safely."

"So are you planning to just run outside the palace to call the battle, and let the guards at the gate let you in? Or are you talking about climbing over the wall?" Luo Xingyun said, "This palace wall is no different than other walls, even if you and I have three heads and six arms After being discovered, it is very likely that the emperor will pass away without even seeing the emperor's face."

Li Wanshu raised his eyebrows: "I can't do the thankless job of overcoming the wall. Isn't there a middleman between us and the emperor?"

Luo Xingyun immediately thought of the popular person next to the current emperor - Dali Temple Qing Fanyang with a tender face, that was indeed a very good microphone, but...

Luo Xingyun: "We can be regarded as acquaintances with him. Wouldn't we tell the emperor that the water between you and me is very deep, and it is inseparable from the power of the previous dynasty? There will be troubles in the future."

Li Wanshu closed the broken bone fan and tapped his palm, and after a long time of contemplation, his pitch-black eyes rolled around and fell on Luo Xingyun who was lying carelessly on the bed, and his eyes lingered around with embarrassment.

Luo Xingyun followed this person's gaze and looked down at himself: "...What's wrong with my clothes?"

Li Wanshu: "Ah Yun, do you have an extra black cloak?"

Luo Xingyun raised his chin: "There are sells all over the street outside, why do you have to take mine?"

Li Wanshu raised the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand to lift Luo Xingyun's cloak, and then swayed the hem, revealing a delicate red embroidery flower. He stroked the stitches with his fingertips and said slowly: "The black cloaks sold outside don't have such a flower."

The sky is getting darker, and due to the spread of the Khitan Khitan war, the most prosperous capital city has become even more depressed. The laughter and lights on weekdays have all turned into cold winds in the cold night, blowing all the civil and military men and women in their mansions to spend their days in panic. .

Two horses came out slowly from the corner of the quiet alley. Riding the horses were two men covered in black cloaks. Looking at the direction they were walking, it seemed that they were going to the Dali Temple not far away.

When the officers and soldiers patrolling the street passed by, the two people put their horses on their backs and accelerated forward, with some whispers that didn't match their mysterious outfits.

One person asked, "What are you doing moving around?"

Another person said: "Ah Yun, did you get something on your face? Why do you feel itchy when you put it on?"

"Fart, I haven't used this one before... Tsk, don't scratch it, it fell off!"

Then someone sighed: "It's been three years, and your disguise technique still hasn't improved at all."

The two of them stopped their senseless quarrel a hundred feet away from Dali Temple. Luo Xingyun was still helping Li Wanshu to push back the small corner of his face that had just been pulled up, and with his eyes Warn the latter not to many hands.

The prisoners in Dali Temple are usually serious criminals of the imperial court, so naturally a large group of guards guarding the dungeon is indispensable.They changed their guards in groups of five steps and ten steps per person on time, and patrolled very intensively during this period. It can be said that the standard of the guards was not much worse than that of the palace.

The last time a girl from Su Yuehua was able to sneak into the house of a girl alone to save someone, besides luck, the most important thing was that the group of fake cults were just for show, and naturally they would not be placed in the felon dungeon to occupy a place, so those guards The guards just stood idle.

But for Luo Xingyun and the others, the walls of the Dali Temple are naturally much easier to break than the palace walls, plus no guards can easily find their whereabouts, so it can be said that these two people entered the Dali Temple. It's as easy as walking in your own backyard.

But after they got in, the two unreliable people discovered a more important question that they had missed earlier: such a big Dali Temple, where is the Dali Temple Minister?

In fact, a lively person like Fan Yang who can't sit still will rarely spend the night in Dali Temple obediently after dark, and most of the time he won't go back. As soon as he came, Dali Siqing ran away in a hurry.

However, the situation tonight is special. Someone spread rumors in the capital that Mu's death is the fate of fate. The minister of Dali Temple thought that the ministers of the court and China should be involved behind this person, so he was interrogated overnight.

As soon as the question was finished, the third prince, Mu Zhongyu, had already come from the palace to look for someone. The Dali Temple minister shyly shyly shoved all the records at hand to the stern-faced Dali Temple who dared not speak out. Shaoqing, holding the third prince's arm, almost jumped out happily.

The two passed by the dungeon, and the guards on duty greeted them one by one, but when they passed the stone wall at a corner and were about to leave Dali Temple, Zhong Yu stopped suddenly.

"There is someone, master." The third prince swept his eyes to the side, took a step forward and stretched out his hand to protect Fan Yang behind, while the other hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and he was on guard.

Amidst the slight rustling of leaves, two black figures fluttered down from the roof next to them, blocking their way just in time.The two men wore a black cloak with a large hood, and wore a scimitar with a rather narrow blade on their sides, very much like the cult members they had encountered.

Fan Yang probed a lot of these two people and turned around: "Who are you? Why did you trespass on Dali Temple?"

One person took a step forward, and his voice was so low that it sounded a little gloomy: "Naturally, he is the one who came to offer a good plan to save the country."

A dark light flashed in Fanyang's eyes, he calmed down and walked out of Zhong Yu's protection, and bowed his hands politely to the two: "Since you two are here to offer a good plan to save the country, why are you so secretive? This time, I will discuss with you two with full sincerity."

"That's natural, otherwise, once Huli invades the imperial city, the sincerity of your big man won't be worth half a copper coin." There seemed to be some sarcasm in the man's words, but then he said coldly, "But I'm not interested in going into the wolf's lair, let your big man come out of the city to meet, tomorrow at [-]:[-] noon, Wuli Fuyu Pavilion, the two of you can go together."

After this person put down his words, he and the other person jumped onto the roof and disappeared into the night. They really came and went freely in Dali Temple.

Fan Yang has been watching quietly since the appearance of those two people with strange identities, but under the cover of the black cloak, the only thing he can see is the tall nose of the person standing in front, at least he has never seen Zhong Yuan before. Human noses are like this.

"Zhong Yu, what do you think of these two's martial arts?" Fan Yang frowned.

Mu Zhongyu withdrew his hand, his expression solemn: "Anyone's martial arts are comparable to mine."

Fan Yang murmured in his heart: If what he thinks is right, the emperor probably wants to use the power of the previous court to win the game. Assuming that the person who came is really a messenger, regardless of his martial arts, why is it that he is a foreigner?

Could it be that the forces of the previous dynasty have colluded with foreign tribes in order to seize the throne, and this time Khitan knocking off the pass is also their trick, in order to force the desperate Mu Kingdom to find them?

Dali Siqing thought a lot, but after all he couldn't know the real thoughts of the king of a country.At this time, the overall situation is like this, so he can only take one step at a time, but the emperor's move is so mysterious that he can't even understand it.

At this time, apart from the ambitious ambitions of Huli and the cult, the two people closest to him are the ones he can't see through the most.

In Qigu City, a small old man wandered into a small tavern. He knocked on the shopkeeper's table with ease, and shouted: "Bring me a pot of fire to get drunk!"

The shopkeeper smiled as soon as he looked up: "Hey! It's been a long time since you came to buy wine alone, and the young man who helped you drink has been gone for a few days. Why, you are so greedy that you ran out?"

"Hey, young people have a lot of things to do!" He muttered, took the wine jar from the shopkeeper, dropped the money, turned and left, "Let's go!"

As soon as he left the tavern, a person came out from the alley and followed him, and said in a low voice: "We think it's inappropriate to entrust the matter of the old leader to a boy of unknown origin, why do you trust him so much? "

The old man took off the seal of the wine jar and sniffed it, and said lightly: "That's not a boy of unknown origin, that's our young leader."

"But his identity is obviously not yet clear..."

"Can you find a suitable person who wants to save the old leader now?" He snorted coldly. If I want to give him the leader, I have no complaints."

He has been waiting for such a person for too long, and this is probably the last hope.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the Wuli Fushui Pavilion, Mu Zhenghong stood alone inside and waited quietly with his hands behind his back. A few steps away stood the Third Prince and the Minister of Dali Temple. How impetuous.

Not long after, the two figures that Fan Yang saw last night came from a distance, and only now did he realize that one of the two figures seemed to have some difficulty with his feet.

The two entered the pavilion one after the other, and the leader spoke first: "The emperor came so fast, he seems quite anxious."

"That's natural. If you can take measures earlier, you can save a group of soldiers from sacrificing. How can I not be impatient." Mu Zhenghong said, "Tell me, what conditions do you want?"

"We won't beat around the bush, and we don't have high requirements, as long as..." The person standing in front was about to say, but was suddenly interrupted by the person behind him.

"As long as the emperor doesn't investigate the descendants of the former officials and doesn't do anything to them."

The sudden gentle voice stunned the other two people present, Luo Xingyun couldn't help turning his head to look at Li Wanshu, the face covered by the hood could not restrain the shock.

This is different from what they said. Doesn't this guy mean that he has given up the great opportunity to further control the forces in the DPRK and China and beat the dog in the water?

Mu Zhenghong, on the other hand, looked around the two in surprise: Didn't these two go together? Is this internal strife?

"We only have this request. How about it? Do you agree?" Li Wanshu asked again.

Mu Zhenghong felt a little unbelievable about this simple and straightforward request, because after thinking about it, he didn't feel that the other party could take advantage of this request, and he didn't hear any thoughts about his throne. He replied: "I promise you, and at the same time, I also hope that this turning point will appear on the fifteenth of this month, because according to the Khitan's momentum, our army can only delay for so long."

Luo Xingyun glanced at Li Wanshu who pretended to be dumb after saying a few words, knowing that the latter probably agreed by default, so he nodded: "At that time, please make preparations to withdraw from the palace earlier, the matter has been negotiated, we I will bid farewell first."

After speaking, he walked out of the pavilion and left as quickly as when he came.

Mu Zhenghong looked at the direction the two were leaving but couldn't help frowning, Fan Yang and Mu Zhongyu hurried forward.

Just now, Fan Yang felt that the atmosphere of these three people in the pavilion was a bit strange, so he asked, "Your Majesty, is this matter settled?"

Mu Zhenghong: "It's settled, but it's only after the negotiation that I find it strange that this group of people didn't climb up the pole, and the voice of that person... unexpectedly seemed familiar."

Fan Yang saw that the emperor seemed to be quite at ease with those people, so he hesitated and asked: "Your majesty, the foreigners among them..."

Mu Zhenghong smiled: "Don't worry, no matter how much they hate my Mu country, and their goal is my throne, they will not join forces with foreigners. Compared with Mu who came here, their xenophobia is actually stronger."

Seeing Fan Yang showing a hint of doubt, the emperor said slowly: "The third prince is also aware of this matter. It was because of the betrayal of the Qigu tribe that Qing Kingdom fell into a doomed situation. How could these survivors treat those What about foreigners?"

Mu Zhenghong also occasionally heard a thing or two about what happened back then from his father. The Qibone tribe was originally close to Qing Guo because of their in-laws. Later, during the war between the two countries, the former defected to his father without warning. The secret fell into the hands of the father.

But his royal father looked down on this foreigner who lived on the outside world from the bottom of his heart, so after all the dust settled, he directly lined up a large army to drive the Qibone tribe out of the Central Plains.

Mu Zhenghong also faintly felt that there might really have been some secret covenant between his father and the Qing Kingdom, at least that's what he saw and heard in the underground palace told him, because no matter how you look at the things buried there, It's not like a single Qing country can make it.

Luo Xingyun and Li Wanshu returned to the inn in silence all the way, not to say that the former was not curious about the reason why the latter suddenly changed his tune, but he always felt that it was impossible for this old fox not to take advantage of the slightest advantage, so maybe there was something wrong with that innocuous remark It's a pity that he didn't think of any reason after thinking about it all the way.

"Idiot, did you play some tricks for the emperor? Or do you have a trick?" Luo Xingyun asked, looking at Li Wanshu who was flirting.

Li Wanshu grinned and tore off the tightly glued cheek, and said with a helpless smile: "Is my city so deep in your eyes? Doesn't every word mean it literally?"

Luo Xingyun raised his eyebrows, cursed secretly in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, and said casually: "If you really think so, then do you still want to cherish your lofty ideal?"

Originally, Luo Xingyun just wanted to ridicule this guy who said one thing and did another most of the time, but he didn't want that hypocrite to be silent for a long time, and actually replied.

"This matter... Maybe I really can't do it." A faint voice sounded in the room, making it impossible to distinguish the emotion of the speaker.

Luo Xingyun opened his eyes wide and looked at the past, thinking that the guy was joking, with so many people's expectations on him, could he just say no to it?

"...Ayun, I am a selfish person, and I don't have the consciousness to sacrifice myself for others." Li Wanshu whispered, fiddled with his broken bone fan, "Whether you say I am cowardly or heartless, I It's just... I don't want to be king, I don't want to sit in that position."

"I know that many people below are eager to move and think that I am fledgling, but they are not right and wrong, and they have no guts. No one dares to take that jade seal from me. I don't want to be trapped in that jade seal for the rest of my life. In the seat, think about it, it’s already so tiring to wear a faceless face, but when I sit in that seat, it’s not just as simple as wearing a faceless face, I also need to wear a set of armor, and I’ll wear it for the rest of my life.”

Luo Xingyun was actually happy that Li Wanshu could step down from that seat freely, but he was also worried that what this person did on a whim would go against his will, "Then...what about those who follow you ?”

"Those people will follow me because of my leadership. As long as my leadership disappears, they will naturally lose the power to fight against the imperial court." Li Wanshu chuckled lightly, his eyebrows stretched, revealing a saying It was a relieved smile.

Luo Xingyun stared blankly at the person sitting by the window. From the moment he first met this person, he knew that this guy was a person with many things hidden in his heart. The influence of one person cannot be concealed, and the gloom between the brows of this person has never dissipated.

Now with such a smile, it seems that this person should be so free and easy, he is a young master who likes to wander around and cause trouble, full of bad intentions but has a good understanding of talents.

Then can the knot between him and him be slightly...

Luo Xingyun suddenly pursed his lips, recovering from many thoughts.

Obviously it was the actions of his cheap father that made a person who should have grown up go through so much, and he, Luo Xingyun, owed him his life, so why should he let others take a step back?

"...Ayun? What's wrong with you?"

That person's gentle voice came from his ear, and Luo Xingyun realized that the tall and straight figure was only one step away from him at some point, and suddenly remembered that this person played a flute in the capital city in the early spring of March, On the other hand, he looked at the blue and focused figure from top to bottom.

Such days will probably never exist again.

Thinking of this, Luo Xingyun actually showed a smile on his face, but only he himself knows how it feels.

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