The light rain came at night, wetting a tree of wisteria, only the palace lamp under the corridor swayed like the vast Milky Way. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Murong Wei leaned on the couch alone, and ordered Yingluo Haosheng to stay outside for the night, and then carefully opened the secret lock and opened the secret letter brought by Xia Lanxin during the day.

Lieqin sorted out the news in an orderly manner, listing five or six pieces of paper, and wrote them carefully.

Murong Wei picked up the lamp and took a closer look, and when she saw that Su Guangfu actually had another identity in Yunnan, she showed a clear smile.

Sure enough, it is the three caves of the cunning rabbit, and the descendants of the Great Zhou in the past are not only the old mansion of the Su family, Jiang Xishan in Kangnan is the pseudonym of Su Guangfu, and this vein is still operated by those remnants of the Great Zhou in secret.

Lieqin's letter detailed Su Guangfu's foothold in Yunnan, as well as a map of the surrounding area.

In the ancient town of Xizhou, Su Guangfu followed the habit of the local Bai family, and put his surname on the wall in front of the door, and the millennial religion founded in the name of Jiang Xishan was already famous.

Murong Wei can imagine how ironic the words "fishing Wei family style" mentioned on the pink and white photo wall are. Su Guangfu chose the surname Jiang, as if comparing the last little emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty to the saints of King Wen and King Wu, and comparing himself to Jiang Ziya, the father who assisted King Wu in ascending the throne, and his tone was called a big one.

The previous suspicions came true, and sure enough, these people were working together. The old house of the Su family kept expanding the land, growing poppies from there, and transporting them to Kangnan under the cover of the government as ordinary chrysanthemum stalks. Su Guangfu dispatched his millennial followers to make Fushou paste locally, and then sold it to these border areas to earn ill-gotten gains.

The Su family's old mansion is barely self-sufficient, and if they want to try to restore the country, these dirty money that relies on drugs can be of great use.

It is strange that Murong Wei flipped through the "Great Zhou Chronicles" and never found the origin of the word millennium, but he was afraid that there was some secret hidden in these two words, but it turned out to be the millennial sect founded by Su Guangfu.

On the surface, there are already four or five thousand members of the church, but secretly I don't know how many people are loyal to him. This is probably the backbone of Su Duhan's treason, just like the exhume in Xia Yu's hands, or Gu Chenxiao's dark night.

Murong Wei's eyes were solemn, and she looked back one by one, and the more she looked at it, the more frightened she became.

Not only drugs, but the Millennial Sect also operates horse farms in Tibet, and according to the scale mentioned by Lieqin, once the war is raging, these horses can be used immediately, and Xixia will be caught off guard.

The 100,000 horses that were hidden by Su Duhan in the previous life, plus the mineral deposits in Yuping Mountain and the horses in Tibet, show the depth of this Su Guangfu City, and it has laid the groundwork for the recovery of the Great Zhou Dynasty many years in advance.

Because of the stakes, Lie Qin did not dare to directly transfer this information to Xia Yuzhi, and only left it to Murong Wei to decide what he wanted to take care of.

Gu Chenxiao himself did not ignore this information, he dared to make Fushou paste so rampantly in Kangnan, and there was a fixed market, if there was no official government to cover it, it would be difficult to move an inch. At the same time as telling Lieqin, Gu Chenxiao swept away the elite people of the dark night, picked up from the source of the Millennium Sect, and carefully investigated the ins and outs of the past few years.

Murong Weizai carefully read Lieqin's letter, and strung together the past life and this life, and was even more sure that Su Guangfu would incite Su Duhan to oppose Xixia. She was going to find an opportunity to hand it over to Xia Yuzhi tomorrow, and he would immediately go to Kangnan and use Gu Chenxiao's power to find out the details of the Millennial Sect.

The alliance with Gu Chenxiao in this life is really a stroke of genius. First of all, the millennial sect attached to the territory of Kangnan and bordering Nanzhao was wiped out, and the convenience of Su Duhan's money and horses was cut off, which was not only beneficial to Xixia, but also a blessing to Kangnan itself.

The Su family is not interested in the Xixia family, and it is only a matter of time before they attack Kangnan and Jian'an.

At that time, Su Duhan had a group of descendants of foolish and loyal relicmen around him, and he had no capital to negotiate terms with Gu Zhengnuo. With Gu Zhengnuo's greed, he would not do anything without profit at all, and the two of them would not reach such a despicable agreement as in their previous life.

It's really one ring after another, if it weren't for the fear of alarming Yingluo, who was on night duty outside, Murong Wei would have wanted to laugh.

Without Su Duhan's shot and tassel's betrayal, there would be no suspense in the final showdown between Gu Zhengnuo and Gu Chenxiao. With the name of the god of war Shura, as well as the favoritism of Emperor Kangnan, Gu Chenxiao will definitely be the one who will eventually ascend to the throne.

Emperor Kangnan knew that his time was running out, and he would inevitably make better arrangements for his youngest son, instead of being like in the previous life, he could only secretly leave a will to save the lives of the mother and son in a hurry.

This time we have taken the lead, and although the road is more curved, the future is bright. Whether it is for Gu Chenxiao or Xia Yuzhi, Murong Wei has considerable confidence. Her thoughts became clearer and clearer, and her starry eyes were shining under the silver lamp, full of confidence and determination.

The light rain knocked on the window, it was a rustling sound, with the lights in the distance, and the shadow of the birch candle in front of him, Murong Wei's heart gradually became peaceful from the surging excitement at the beginning.

He rubbed the envelope in his hand, and then realized that there seemed to be something in the envelope besides Lieqin's letter. Murong Wei carefully reached in, and took out a thin yellow silk, rolled it into a roll, tied a turquoise ribbon, and bandaged it very carefully.

Murong Wei's heart moved, and she untied the ribbon casually. Looking at the faint yellow light shadow, it turned out to be a small silhouette of himself made of silk accompanied by a few words of letters. The painting used a very delicate brushwork, and he wore the plain white dress and green dress when he was separated from Gu Chenxiao on Qinglian Terrace, standing by a lotus pond where the rain was weaving, which looked particularly vibrant.

The background of the statue is a misty and rainy scene, vaguely faint outside the night temple.

The branches and leaves in the distance, the lotus flowers blooming nearby, and Murong Wei is very familiar with the grass and trees, but it is the three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus incense that are deeply engraved into the dream of Miluo Fudi.

Holding this small scroll in his hand, he suddenly touched the heart of that year. Murong Wei remembered the afternoon in her last autumn in Kangnan, in the name of Concubine Jun's invitation, and spent time with Gu Chenxiao in Miluo Fudi.

"Ten miles of spring breeze, it will not be as good as you", that is a long time ago in the previous life, and it seems to have happened yesterday. Murong Wei's white hand lifted the green silk to the back of her head, and from the bronze mirror, she saw that the clouds of smoke on her face were flushed.

She could easily recall that Gu Chenxiao was slightly drunk that day, her starry eyes were as bright as spring, she had whispered in her ear so boldly and seriously, and how she had choked speechlessly.

Even though Gu Chenxiao has no memory of her past life, she so coincidentally overlaps her past life and present life. In the Miluo blessed land where Gu Chenxiao's ten years of good time were buried, there were also the best memories and expectations of the two.