February 17 of the third year of Longxing, at noon.

Song Manqiu sat in the main hall of the Jianghuai Daobu Political Envoy's Mansion, across a table from her, and sat her cousin Song Shijin.

Song Manqiu only slept for more than two hours before being woken up, and everything that happened next was roughly the same as what Bu Gongzi expected last night.

She, her cousin, and the three of them, Yang Xiu, were invited to the mansion by the lord of the domain, and they were received separately, and Yang Xiu was the first to go in, and he had already worked on a stick of incense, but he still didn't come out.

Although everyone was polite, they always separated the three of them intentionally or unintentionally, obviously not allowing them to have a chance to talk to each other.

Song Manqiu glanced at his cousin with some concern, but saw that he was calmer than herself, and her heart was suddenly relieved.

"In the area of the weaving mansion where you live, there are at least thousands of monks from temples from all over the world, and among them, they are familiar with the Dharma, and they don't know how many ......."

Last night, Bu Gongzi's words seemed to be still in his ears.

“...... Say these words as softly as you can when you go back, so you don't have to worry that they won't hear them. ”

"As for the other arrangements, you don't need to know. I don't know if it's best, lest anyone ask. ”

"Guang Nian said, even if he cultivates his heart to the Arhat realm, with the cultivation of the three of you, he will not be seen through at a glance. So remember, you will answer whatever people ask, don't say too much, try to be short, try to tell the truth...... How to deal with the monk who has a good heart, I will let Guang Nian explain it to you in detail. ”

The wooden door of the study not far away "creaked" open, and Qian Wenzhao, the lord of the domain, personally sent Yang Xiu out, looking talking and laughing.

Yang Xiu looked calm and did not have a trace of panic.

"There is Lao Xian's nephew...... Qian Wenzhao watched Yang Xiu leave, then turned his gaze to the Song brothers and sisters, fell on Song Manqiu's face, and asked softly.

Song Manqiu's expression was indifferent, he nodded slightly, and followed him into the study.

There was still an elderly monk sitting in the study - Song Manqiu secretly snorted luck, fortunately, Bu Gongzi had already taken care of it in advance, otherwise, seeing the presence of a senior monk, it would inevitably be chaotic.

"Miss Song, you went out late yesterday night, but you went to meet someone?" Qian Wenzhao motioned for Song Manqiu to sit down, and then asked with a smile.

"Not bad. Song Manqiu nodded yes.

"What's that man's name?" asked the old monk on the side.

"Tian Mu walked and said. Song Manqiu replied easily.

The old monk and Qian Wenzhao glanced at each other, and then asked, "Have you ever heard of the name Ling Hu Chong?"

Song Manqiu thought about it for a while, then shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it." ”

"What about the Kunlun outcasts?" the old monk asked again.

This monk is an old fool, isn't he? Pingbai called himself here, just to ask these nonsense for no reason? Where did he come from? What does it have to do with Qian Wenzhao......

Song Manqiu meditated on these things in his heart, trying to make himself resentful - this is what Guang Nian said, and he can get through in front of his heart-opening monks.

She shook her head as she thought about it, looking a little impatient.

"Miss Song, forgive the old man for taking the liberty of going to see Bu Zhidao last night, what happened?" Qian Wenzhao took a sip of tea and asked with a smile.

This girl likes to walk in the way, and I don't want to see him join the Yu family, but he always talks about it left and right, what can I do?

Song Manqiu's face was like frost, and he stood up with a sneer, and he had already scolded Qian Wenzhao in his heart.

The old monk on the opposite side slowly turned his head away and deliberately did not come to see her.

"I have some personal affairs with him, and I don't have to worry about the money. Song Manqiu said, and walked out of the study, and there seemed to be a sentence in his ears that Bu Gongzi said last night: Even if there is really a high monk who has a good heart and sees through your thoughts, as long as he is rational enough, he will help you lie.

Qian Wenzhao still had a smile on his face, but he clearly smiled a little embarrassed, this daughter of the Guogong Mansion is known for being arrogant, even if he doesn't take him as a political envoy of Jianghuai Dao in his eyes, he has no choice.

Seeing Song Manqiu walking away, Qian Wenzhao looked at Master Yuansheng and said in a low voice, "What does the master think?"

Those words did not come from these people. Yuan Sheng shook his head slowly.

"Someone deliberately wants to borrow their mouths?" Qian Wenzhao doubted.

"If it weren't for the identities of these three people, but from the mouths of others, how could we persuade those monks to leave Jiangning immediately?" Master Yuansheng muttered.

"Could it be that so many monks have all heard it wrong?" Qian Wenzhao was still a little unconvinced.

"Seeing is believing, hearing is false. There are strange people in the world, who are good at learning the tone of others, vivid. As soon as Master Yuansheng said this, he suddenly changed his words: "Master Qian doesn't need to hesitate, most of what is said in the blood book is true rather than false, this matter is very important, and it cannot be delayed, as for whose mouth it is, what is the difference?"

Qian Wenzhao nodded when he heard this: "Don't hide it from the master, I have already passed the book to Bianjing, just waiting for the saint to decide." ”

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In the courtyard on the bank of the Qinhuai River, Bu An leaned on a reclining chair, bored looking at the leaves above his head.

The craftsmen are still repairing the courtyard walls, and even if the original halls along the street are gone, it is not possible to complete the construction of the walls and doors in a day or two.

In the courtyard next door, Song Qing was playing a tune he had never heard before, this guy was annoyed by Shizun's staring, and finally did something serious.

I don't know what Tu Yao is doing, how is that letter written......

Guang Nian went to the area of the Weaving Mansion, presumably he was cheeky to find Kong Ling, God knows what charm that poisonous snake girl has, and can hook this little monk to the point of losing his soul.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty...... There are only four days left.

The three of them became tigers, the magistrates of Jiangning Mansion, and before tonight at the latest, they would definitely send the news to Bianjing, but I don't know when it will be delivered to the emperor's children.

Smart people are always suspicious, especially those in positions of authority.

But whether this discord plan is useful or not, Bu'an is really not sure.

If he had enough time and enough manpower, he might be able to swing his horse cannon and have a secret battle with the imperial court for the hearts and minds of the people. But the current conditions did not allow him to do so.

So the only way to fool the person sitting on the opposite side of the chessboard is to deceive him.

Since the emperor Xiao'er wanted to use Kunlun Xu to pinch the Confucian sect to death, Bu An planned to create a false impression that Kunlun Xu had other plans.

The ingenuity of this matter lies in the fact that if the finger of rumors is pointed at the royal family, it is bound to be nipped in the bud, and only by doing the opposite and pretending to be a victim can the emperor be taken seriously by the imperial court.

And when the emperor himself hears this rumor, will he guard against Kunlun Xu? Will Kunlun Xu have a gap with the emperor because of this?

Once the two realized that the union between them had been accompanied by mutual wariness from the beginning, it would be difficult to bridge the gap.

And Bu An used the mouth of Senior Brother and Sister Song and Yang Xiu to tell the disciples of Buddhism, and asked them to deny it, which has another deep meaning.

If the emperor knew that this rumor was from Confucianism, he would be vigilant.

And as long as they survive the month-by-month conference, once the royal family completely abandons Confucianism and Kunlun Xu returns to the Central Plains, then the Song brothers and sisters and Yang Xiu can also admit in a grand manner that they warned the disciples of Buddhism in advance, so as to pave a smooth road for the alliance of Confucianism and Buddhism.

Bu An glanced at the courtyard next door, and a trace of helplessness rose in his heart.

If Tu Yao can be persuaded to avoid this monthly meeting of Laoshzi and let Confucianism and the royal family tear their faces, there will be many means that can be used afterwards in order to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Of course, even if everything doesn't go well and everything doesn't develop according to the script he wrote, Bu'an is not without a backhand.

The spring breeze in the courtyard was blowing, and Bu An remembered that he had been in this world for almost a year.

In March and April last year, he was still on Tianmu Mountain, reciting classics for the sake of being a student. Who would have thought that a year later, he would stir up the general trend of the world in Jiangning City with his own strength?