Mu Wenqu said with a smile: "Who is not a chess piece, even Jun Shuai is also a son in the chess game, in this world, no one is really a chess player." You and I are both walking pawns in the world, and the only difference is where we are and what we do. ”

Hearing such an answer, Shen Hongni was a little dissatisfied.

As if seeing this doubt, Mu Wenqu slowly asked: "Have you ever seen someone who was born to be able to speak in March and be able to do it in June?"

Shen Hongni shook his head.

"Have you ever seen someone give up a thousand-year-old family business for obsession, and throw himself into Cangzhou, the most dangerous place in the world?"

Shen Hongni's eyes fluctuated, but he still shook his head.

"Then have you ever seen someone who has the courage and courage to openly make enemies of the royal family of the largest country in China?!

"Nope. Shen Hongni said.

The more Mu Wenqu spoke, the more excited he became, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said proudly: "Then there is such a person in this world, even if he becomes his chess piece, but it is a game of endgame in the world, why not?!"

"Sir!" Seeing the rare excitement of Mu Wenqu, Shen Hongni also shook his heart, clasped his fists, and said sonorously: "Shen Hongni is willing to be a pawn crossing the river for Jiang Shuai's men, and there is no advance or retreat!"

At first, Shen Hongni knew very little about Jiang Chang'an, and just followed the choices of Lin Taiyu, Yu Birdren and He Huan. To put it bluntly, it is a herd mentality, even if it is not fun, she has the confidence to leave the gang at any time.

But in Jiangzhou, after Jiang Changan gave a Nine-Turn Beast Treasure Pill, Shen Hongni was full of respect and gratitude to this young lord in his heart.

But these were not enough for this arrogant snake spirit lineage descendant to be willing to surrender, until this moment, the words of the pastoral song, every word and every sentence drilled into her heart.

This gentleman has experienced far more than she imagined.

Seeing through what Shen Hongni was thinking, Mu Wenqu smiled: "Let's go, Li Huaxuan's disappearance must have reached the Li family now, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night......"

"Yes. ”

In the thirty-third year of Jinghe, the late autumn is bleak, and it is often windy, and today's parting day is no exception.

Jiang Changan was still wearing the snow-white brocade robe that Su Shangjun gave him in Jiazi City, and Su Shangjun was like a skilled wife who cared about his lover at the moment, with his eyebrows lowered and his hand lightly tied the rope in front of his collar.

The red lips turned slightly, and he said: "When I was a child, I accompanied my father to Jingzhou once, although it is located in the south, but the cold is not weaker than the north. ”

"Huh. Jiang Changan didn't answer, just smiled lightly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at your tone as if you are disciplining a disciple, this should be Su Shangjun. Jiang Changan said.

"Scoundrel, not doing the right thing. Su Shangjun rolled his eyes and cautiously glanced at a few people on the side.

This time was different from the previous departure, under the instruction of Su Shangjun, the disciples of each academy were blocked from wanting to send each other, and only the bald Fang Gu and Bai Qiong, Hu Lai and Jiang Wang, a few disciples, came.

Su Shangjun said: "I still remember that two years ago, when you ignored Wen Chuyuan and Liu Xiong's obstruction and insisted on taking your disciples down the mountain for the first time, I ordered you at that time to bring all the disciples back intact, this time, Jiang Chang'an, I order you, as the sect master of the Qinglian Sect, to order you, Mr. scoundrel, you must also come back, this is my only request......

"It's windy, go back. Jiang Changan just smiled slightly and didn't make any promises.

After a few more greetings with everyone, early in the morning, Jiang Changan walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

In March, the weather entered a cold winter.

Jingzhou, which is located in the rich south, is shrouded in clouds at the moment, that is, there is not a single snow particle, so that the scene of black clouds pressing the city will last for more than half a month, and it will not slowly disperse until after the Spring Festival.

Before arriving in the capital, I saw that almost all of the people along the way had pasted the bright red word of blessing on the door, and hung up the high red lanterns, but more of them were closed doors, and the taverns that did business were also closed accordingly, and only a few relatively large inns continued to open for business.

The streets of the city seem to be a lot quieter, but the calmest is the ordinary surface of the lively imperial city, at this moment it seems to have stripped off the coat of hypocrisy, and what emerges is naked deceit.

Just like the brief silence before the storm, many officials are worried about wearing black gauze hats on their heads, and every year at this time is a worrying stage, officials at all levels have to think about how to please the officials of the higher ministries, how to give a big gift, and be able to get a big red color in the coming year.

And the exquisite questions in this are thousands of times more difficult than the test questions on the paper scrolls of the imperial examination.

How to give gifts to many superiors to balance, and under what pretext can this money be scavenged from the people?

These are all questions to consider.

More importantly, at this stage of the year, Emperor Jing began to seriously dictate like a "madman", not to say anything about going to court on time, not to let any concubines sleep, but to lock himself in the room to correct the annual recitals deliberately selected by various states and ministries, in the name of "observing the people's feelings".

But it is such a seemingly calm situation, but the undercurrent is surging, and many officials inevitably accept some rampant postures, and even the Gongwang Mansion of the Nine Emperor Prince Xia Ji does not have the usual Yingying Yanyan, but came to the back garden to enjoy the scenery and relax.

It's just that Xia Ji's mood seemed to be mixed with anger, and he repelled all the guards and maids in the courtyard, leaving only himself and an old man in his fifties behind him.

The old man was wearing a hooded gray robe, his hands were wrapped in his sleeves to keep each other warm, the old man had a long purple face, his nose was like an eagle's hook, the furrow between his nose and lips seemed to be carved by a knife, his eyes were squinted, and his expression was as if he was asleep, this person was Zhen Yunqing, who was regarded as a mentor by Xia Ji.

"This king doesn't understand, why doesn't that old thing give up the throne yet! It's all old bones, and I'm not afraid that I won't wake up one day when I fall asleep!" Xia Ji said lightly.

Zhen Yunqing did not gently stroke his beard as usual, but said respectfully: "In the previous dynasty, Emperor Yin Yuanzu passed the throne to the crown prince Cheke in his twilight years, and after Cheke ascended the throne, he has been afraid that there is a high and strong emperor sitting on his head. At this moment, a doorman under the Qike seat broke a word, and offered plans one after another, and then less than half a month, Yin Yuanzu died for no reason, and historical records recorded: He died at the end of his life. ”

Xia Ji sneered: "After such a big circle, isn't Mr. just using the past to satirize the present, comparing my dear father to Yin Yuanzu and me to Qike?"

"The minister doesn't dare, although the situation in ancient and modern times has similarities, it cannot be compared, and the situation of His Highness today is a hundred times more dangerous than that of Cheke. ”

A hand raised by Xia Ji that was about to touch the plum blossoms on the branch suddenly paused: "What do you say?"

"First of all, compared to the invincible Yuan Taizu of internal affairs, His Majesty Emperor Jing, who is addicted to the wine pond and meat forest, cannot be compared, and the stubborn Cheke and His Royal Highness are also worlds apart. Because of this, this matter has become a piece of His Majesty Jinghuang's heart, and His Majesty Jinghuang's attention to His Royal Highness has slowly turned into worry. And the biggest problem facing His Highness is that Yuan Taizu only has one son, and Your Highness, you still have more than a dozen brothers......"

Zhen Yunqing's words are explicit and sharp: "Even if you leave aside the few princes who have been degraded and deposed, Your Royal Highness will still be inevitably a strong opponent, your fifth brother His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not say it first, His Royal Highness thinks that His Royal Highness Xia Qi can have today's status with the strength of only one person? To put it bluntly, it is only a matter of time before the prince is deposed, and the final dispute is between you and His Royal Highness the Thirteen, and Emperor Jing will take His Royal Highness the Thirteen." Check and balance'Your Highness, and at the same time use this as a trial, no matter which side loses, it will become a stepping stone for the other party, stepping on the throne of the Nine Dragons, so as to kill two birds with one stone, this is the imperial power technique!"