[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

"Let me teach Li Miao?"

In the flower hall of the National Teacher's Mansion, a voice as soft as a sarcasm echoed in the hall.

Jianning Wang Li Tan looked at the boy in the wheelchair, and looked at him frankly, "Yes. Although I don't know if you can teach A Miao well, I don't agree with sending A Miao to you. , but Big Brother believes in you, so I’m here.”

Su Jixian touched the little fox on his lap, and asked as if surprised: "Where did you get the confidence that I would agree to teach Li Miao? If I remember correctly, Li Miao is even older than me."

Li Tan didn't change his face, "Age is not the basis for judging the gully in the chest and the city's government. National teacher, not many people in this court regard you as a child. It doesn't matter if you don't agree to teach A Miao. I have my own way." Let you wish."

"You are threatening me."

"It's not a threat, it's a request."

"And I don't like your attitude very much." Su Jixian snorted softly, "I'm still seriously ill, so I won't help you take care of your children. Yuzhu, see you off."

The man who was the statue behind him immediately came out of the shadows and raised his hand to Li Tan: "My lord, please."

"National Division……"

"I'm tired." Su Jixian waved his sleeves, and Lu Lingfeng, who was dressed in black Mingjiao clothing, pushed the wheelchair away.

Li Tan had no choice but to leave the National Teacher's Mansion with a flick of his sleeves.

It was evening at this time, the wind already had a coolness, not too biting, and it was only after blowing for a long time that I suddenly realized that the faint coolness in the wind had infiltrated into the bone marrow layer by layer, accumulating into a bone-chilling cold.

The sun has not completely set in the west, and the remaining sunlight is no longer scorching, but soft and warm, which makes people very comfortable.

Su Jixian held the armrest of the wheelchair and said softly, "I'll walk by myself."

Lu Lingfeng stopped, walked to the front of the wheelchair and helped him stand up, took the little fox and put it on her shoulders, then took out a thin cloak from behind the wheelchair and put it on him, "It's not autumn yet, but the young master is weak. Don't let the wind blow outside for too long."

"En." Su Jixian responded, walking slowly along the bluestone path in the courtyard.

The pure white cloak wraps around his thin body, swaying slightly in the evening wind as he walks, dark patterns appear and disappear in the twilight, when viewed from behind, he looks like a fox with its tail hanging down Take a slow walk.

"How is Fan Yang?"

"Everything is going well with Qinghao. Langya Fort is already hoarding food and grass, and many talented people in the surrounding towns have been recruited." Lu Lingfeng walked behind him, with an arm around him, "Business in the Domineering Villa is very good this year. Well, most of the weapons sold are going in the direction of Fan Yang."

"Write a letter for me later, and deliver it to Master Wang and Leader Xie, and ask them to stock up on more food and medicinal materials." Su Jixian hugged the little fox, and gently ran his fingers along its fur, "There is also the Jiangnan area." ...Leave it to Xiaobai. Ah, how much of Yue'er's medicine have you made?"

When he was attacked at Lingyin Temple in Yangzhou during the Dragon Boat Festival, he took advantage of the rumors of serious injuries to stockpile a lot of medicinal materials, and asked Chen Yue to make wound medicines, tonics, and life-sustaining medicines when he was free. Calculating the time, he should have used up the medicinal materials long ago .

"I've made a lot, and there are still some herbs that are not used up." Lu Lingfeng met his slightly surprised gaze and smiled, "You just returned to Xijing from Jiangnan and fell asleep for so long, how can Miss Yue have time to do other things? ?”

The arms around his waist tightened slightly, and Lu Lingfeng's eyes darkened, "Young master is too thin, if you don't bring it back, you will suffer in winter."

"You can do as you see fit." Su Jixian didn't really care about this matter, only thinking about the recent affairs of the court and the world.

At the end of July, the battle between Evilman Valley and Haoqi League in Kunlun has come to an end.

Kunlun, which is near the end of summer, is starting to get cold. Even though it hasn't snowed yet, you have to wear cotton coats after nightfall.

In Changlefang Restaurant, many Jianghu people in strange clothes were drinking and chatting in the lobby, the air was filled with a strong aroma of wine, and the atmosphere was very lively.

bang——

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the biting cold wind rushed in, making people shiver, and the noise suddenly disappeared.

"Who the hell..." A drunk man slapped the table and was about to scold, but suddenly he was pulled hard by his friend and his mouth was covered.

Look clearly, do you want to die? ——The friend said this silently, the man's chaotic mind slowly calmed down, he glanced at the door, and trembled again.

A tall figure walked in from outside the door. Dark brown moccasin boots stepped on the ground almost silently. His legs were straight and slender. The crimson shirt was open, revealing perfect chest muscles. Under the dim butter lamp, his skin glowed like jade. Delicate and lustrous, even in such a cold evening, he was only wearing a white coat with a mink collar.

He walked into the restaurant and closed the door casually. His untied long hair hung softly down to his waist, and half of his face was covered by bangs, but he could still see that he had flying and beautiful eyebrows, and the narrow and long fox eyes that were slightly raised at the corners of his eyes. Nose is bold, lips are thin and reddish, pursed into a straight line of indifference.

This is an extremely glamorous and dangerous man.

The owner of the Shaogu Valley of the Wicked, "Madman" Mo Yu.

The shop waiter first came back to his senses, with a smile all over his face, he stepped forward and said courteously: "Please upstairs, please upstairs, it's freezing cold, would you like some wine?"

"No need." Mo Yu didn't seem to see anyone in the main hall, so he went up to the second floor and walked directly to a private room.

This is obviously looking for someone.

The waiter tactfully didn't follow, and retreated to the shopkeeper's side.

The quail-like quacks in the lobby also breathed a sigh of relief, continued to drink, whispered to their friends, and vaguely guessed Mo Yu's purpose for coming here.

This restaurant is actually owned by Mo Yu's forces. It doesn't look very eye-catching, but it is actually very suitable for collecting information and discussing things. The private room is very soundproof.

After entering the private room and closing the door, the sound from the lobby could hardly be heard.Mo Yu sat down at the table and looked at the person at the other end of the table.

It was a woman with a stable and calm temperament, her hair color was light, with a bit of brown, but her appearance was very good-looking.

It's not amazing, but it's very eye-catching, low-key and quiet beauty.

The master of the Yaoguang Altar of Haoqi League, Yue Nonghen.

When they met, they didn't exchange pleasantries, they just talked about business.

"This time the offensive and defensive battle is almost over. What our leader means is that we will return to Luoyan City in August." Yue Nonghen said.

Mo Yu tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, with a thoughtful expression, "This time the offensive and defensive battles are still too ruthless. Gu Zhu hopes that the offensive and defensive in November will be more perfunctory."

Yue Nonghen was surprised, this time the offensive and defensive battle was already very perfunctory, the casualty rate was almost less than one-tenth of last year's, how could it be more perfunctory next time?

"Yin Yuanhui should have sent a message to your leader as well." Mo Yu squinted at her, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, looking indifferent and mocking, "You are in the Central Plains, and you have the support of the imperial court, so you haven't figured it out yet. reason?"

Yue Nonghen was silent for a while.

The Haoqi League is indeed inextricably linked with the imperial court, but it is also because of this that they cannot reach out to the imperial court.However, the intelligence department of the Haoqi League is not idle. Judging from the news that has been sent in the past few days, they have a vague guess.

A tacit guess that cannot be easily resorted to.

"I see, the offense and defense in the second half of the year is just approaching the end of the new year, even if you fight casually, you have an excuse to deal with it." Yue Nonghen took a sip of hot tea, and smiled with some meaning as if suddenly remembering something, "By the way, Xuanying has already He was arranged by the leader to go to Wuwang City in Nanping Mountain, and in the second half of the year, maybe you can see him in Nanping Mountain."

Mo Yu paused, but his expression was still indifferent, "He is already sixteen, he should have been alone long ago."

Yue Nonghen laughed softly, and stopped talking about Mu Xuanying, and exchanged and discussed with him some news in his hand, and worked out a plan for the next offensive and defensive battle.

The two of them didn't discuss many things, and the two sides had already reached an agreement. This time, they only dealt with some details, and the discussion was over in a short time.

Mo Yu didn't stay for long, and after making sure that everything he wanted to say was settled, he got up and left the private room, and went downstairs.

The originally humming lobby became quiet again, staring at the wine glass with his head down in silence, he was greatly relieved until he was sure that Mo Yu had left the restaurant.

Hurrying back to Lingfeng Castle from Changlefang, the sky was already dark, and Mo Yu returned to the bedroom with a chill in his body, looking not in a good mood.

Although he usually has a cold face.

The maid cautiously stepped forward and asked, "Master, do you want some hot food?"

"No need." Mo Yu said indifferently, "Back off."

"Yes."

The maid quickly exited the room and closed the door, leaving Mo Yu alone in the warm bedroom.

Standing under the lamp, he didn't know what he was thinking, and it took a long time before he sat down in front of the desk, fetching water and studying ink.

He felt that there was something wrong with his mentality towards Mu Xuanying.

His concern for Mu Xuanying has been in his heart for too long, and he didn't know when it changed. If he hadn't had a strange dream after returning from Yangzhou, he might not have noticed the change in his mentality until now.

Originally, he thought that if he was busy, he would be able to turn around slowly, but when Yue Nonghen mentioned Mu Xuanying today, he realized that he couldn't turn back.

Mo Yu felt a little irritable, he didn't know if it was because of the mad poisonous blood in his body that made him become like this, he only knew that Mu Xuanying had become his demon now, he couldn't let go, couldn't let go.

He had to ask Su Jixian what to do...

But what should I say?

Mo Yu became a little distressed. He held the pen to speak for a long time, and he simply stopped being tactful. After asking about Su Jixian's physical condition, he went straight to the topic and wrote down his own problems one by one. On Mu Xuanying.

Mu Xuanying's three yangs have always been a thorn in his heart. If he can't find a way to cure it, Mu Xuanying will suffer from the disease and die at the age of 27.If Mu Xuanying died, Mo Yu had no doubt that he would go crazy.

He couldn't bear the feeling of losing Mu Xuanying, even just thinking about it a little bit, he felt that his madness was about to explode.

Pressing his fingers on the red jade jade on his waist and rubbing it lightly, Mo Yu sighed softly again.

It's really...unpredictable.

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