"Jun Qinglan." Li Congyao didn't seem to notice Jun Qinglan's discomfort, or rather, he liked Jun Qinglan's crampedness very much at the moment. He hooked the corners of his lips, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared in his long narrow phoenix eyes.

"Now, I've told you all my biggest secrets. My life and death and the future of Duanwangfu are in your hands, you must be careful. ”

The man's voice was melodious like a piano, but the cool indifference in the past suddenly disappeared, becoming soft and warm, and adding a lot of unsettling charm.

Jun Qinglan felt that her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment. Everything became silent in my ears, and it was as if I had suddenly fallen into the clouds, and I didn't know what day it was.

"Qingqing, I'm asking you, why don't you answer. Well? ”

The man's deliberately long tail note was like a feather gently falling on the tip of Jun Qinglan's heart, and the gentle ironing made an indescribable itch. She shuddered and woke up suddenly.

"What?"

Li Congyao raised his eyebrows, and a touch of darkness seemed to be forced out of his long and narrow phoenix eyes. This kind of look is what Jun Qinglan is used to seeing in the past, and when he looked at it in the past, he could only feel the indescribable majesty, which made people feel fear and tremble in their hearts. But today......

His look is showing that he is very aggrieved?

Duanwang Li Congyao actually felt that he was ...... Very aggrieved?!

Jun Qinglan felt that her three views were completely shattered at that moment.

"Qingqing, you are responsible for me."

The seductive voice echoed in the ears, like a low chant. Jun Qinglan listened like five thunderbolts.

Is this still the cold killing and decisive Duan King Li Congyao? Do you remember that you are the kaolin flower that is not stained with the dirt of the world? Suddenly make such a gesture, you want to ...... Do! Miscellaneous!! What!!

The extreme shock has made Jun Qinglan ignore another strange thing worth noting. So much so that Li Congyao took it for granted more and more.

"Qingqing." The man's phoenix eyes were like silk, and his voice was unimaginably tactful: "I have nothing." ”

Jun Qinglan: "...... Well? ”

"The tiger talisman is fake, my father and brother died, and Xue Yi stayed in Beijing alone. The most important and the most vulnerable, I can only take with me. Hitherto....... Li Congyao's voice paused, and slowly opened his mouth: "So far, I don't know if she belongs to me." ”

The desolation and exhaustion in the man's voice suddenly made Jun Qinglan's heart astringent. She had never seen Li Congyao like this, and she could even say that she had never seen a man so vulnerable. Everything in front of her suddenly touched the softness of her heart, and her voice couldn't help but be soft.

"Power and wealth are just things outside the body, but the secret guard is no longer an ordinary subordinate to you. They respect you like a mountain and treat you like a relative. They belong to you wherever and whenever they are. ”

“…… Really? Li Congyao's breath condensed for a long time before he opened his mouth lightly. There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, as if he was a little disappointed but also full of helpless self-deprecation.

"Perhaps." He said.

In the blink of an eye, he was once again the man he had been as unapproachable as the flower of Kaolin. Jun Qinglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although Li Congyao just now was really exciting, but Li Congyao at this moment was the most comfortable to get along with.

"When you go to southern Xinjiang, you need to understand the pattern of southern Xinjiang as soon as possible, so as to prepare for emergencies." Li Congyao half-furrowed his eyebrows, and took out a thick book from the drawer on his side and handed it to Jun Qinglan, as if he had already prepared.

Jun Qinglan took it, opened it and took a rough look at it. This is a book of southern Xinjiang customs and humanities, with annotations and analysis made by a brush carefully. The handwriting is clear and smooth, majestic, and at a glance it comes from Li Congyao's handwriting, but it is not quite the same. The annotations on the pages are slightly immature and wild compared with Li Congyao, not like his handwriting, and he always pays attention to the convergence of the edge.

"I read this book when I was ten years old when I first came to the border town in my spare time, and the annotations on it were all left at that time. Now it's inevitable to be a little impetuous, so feel free to take a look. ”

This made Jun Qinglan dumbfounded, the customs and humanities of southern Xinjiang is an obscure book, even after the year of establishment, I am afraid that not many people are willing to read it through. But Li Congyao finished reading this book when he was a ten-year-old child, and this is not enough, but also added his own understanding and detailed annotations.

There is such a kind of person in this world who is born to make others feel ashamed. Jun Qinglan secretly made up her mind that no matter what she wanted in the future, she would definitely not compete with Li Congyao for intelligence and erudition.

She didn't want to be bored.

"If you have any questions, you can always ask me."

"Okay."

Jun Qinglan has never been a complaining person. The changes in her childhood taught her to do her best to adapt to life, not to wait for life to adapt to you.

Therefore, in the following trip, she completely integrated her life into the customs and culture of southern Xinjiang. The more serious she is, the more she discovers that Li Congyao is really not an ordinary person. When he was 10 years old, he left a note on the book, which helped her better understand southern Xinjiang.

Li Congyao in his early youth was still a carefree and noble child of a family like Jiang Yufan, with empty eyes and proud of his talents. Therefore, in his commentary, he refuted and argued all the customs of southern Xinjiang that he was not accustomed to, which was a bit interesting to look at, and added a lot of fun to this boring book.

Southern Xinjiang is different from Northern Xia. Although nominally there were emperors ruling the country, the emperors of Northern Xia were the real rulers of the country. Southern Xinjiang is not.

Southern Xinjiang has a vast territory and complex terrain, which is divided into three mountains and five mountains, nine ditches and eighteen villages. These villages belonged to different tribes, each with its own chief. These small scattered tribes have come together into three large tribes known according to their location. Dongshao, Zhaoyang and Kunlun. Each of these three tribes has its own tribal leader, who leads the prince's fortune and obeys the king of southern Xinjiang.

On the surface, the king of southern Xinjiang is the supreme person in charge of dominating the world. However, local power is actually in the hands of local tribal leaders. Many times, the king of southern Xinjiang was helpless against them.

However, ten years ago, there was a great national teacher in southern Xinjiang.

No one knows the identity and origin of the national teacher in the past, only that he is a poor cultivator in the mountains and wilderness. That year, the king of southern Xinjiang suddenly contracted a strange disease, which could not be cured for a long time, and gradually appeared to be in a state of near death.

At that time, he was in the prime of life and did not appoint an heir. The prince is weak and useless, but the three major tribes are capable and eyeing each other. The royal court was in crisis for a while, and saw that southern Xinjiang was about to be in chaos.

On that moonlit night when the stars were scarce, many people saw the national teacher coming from the middle of the month. Stepping on the warm spring breeze, I walked into the palace step by step. No one knows what happened that night, but everyone only knows that the king of Nanjiang was suddenly healed in the early morning of the next day.

During his recuperation, the national teacher offered several strategies one after another. The three major tribes bowed to their subordinates, and the chaotic southern Xinjiang finally gradually returned to calm.

It was also from that time that there was one more national teacher in the court in southern Xinjiang. He had no rank, no money, and only asked the king of southern Xinjiang for a Taoist temple. However, no one in the entire southern Xinjiang dared to underestimate him.

Southern Xinjiang became stronger in the next step under the governance of the national division, and it only took three years to show a situation of great unification. If this national teacher is allowed to govern again, maybe there will be no more Dongshao, Zhaoyang and Kunlun in southern Xinjiang, and only a complete southern Xinjiang will remain.

It's a pity that this national teacher is a mysterious figure, who has always been unpredictable, and often leaves the royal court without a trace. It is precisely because of this that southern Xinjiang has always been divided and merged, and has never been able to achieve considerable development.

Jun Qinglan was not very interested in the political pattern and power trend of southern Xinjiang, but was deeply attracted by the witchcraft of the people in southern Xinjiang in the book. However, this book did not discuss this matter in depth, and she could only watch the excitement.

"Your progress in reading is not slow." Every day when Jun Qinglan was reading, Li Congyao sat beside her to accompany her. He always seemed to have endless letters to read, and he worked at his desk all day. The two do not disturb each other, and get along strangely harmoniously.

On this day, he hid the letter in his hand and suddenly opened his mouth: "But what do you want to say?" ”

“…… Kindness. Jun Qinglan groaned and opened her mouth: "I'm thinking, Southern Xinjiang has made peace with Northern Xia several times. In the end, it is the meaning of the king of southern Xinjiang or the meaning of the national teacher. ”

Li Congyao's eyes flashed slightly: "No matter who it means, it always becomes a fact." ”

"How much does this cloth cloth national master know about the prince?"

"Not much." Li Congyao said without hesitation: "In order to grasp the situation of the war, each generation of the Duanwang Mansion will cultivate many sniffers and scatter them among the countries. There are a lot of sniffers in southern Xinjiang, and the news that comes in is easy for everyone to know. ”

"So...... Terrible? Jun Qinglan took a hard breath: "If that's the case, this national teacher is really a strange person." ”

Li Congyao's eyes flashed slightly: "Oh? ”

"I heard that the civil strife in southern Xinjiang has something to do with a religion called Chengtianzong in China. Chengtianzong has only been established for five years, but it has many believers and is in the limelight. Its power even faintly surpassed the three major tribes, and it should not be like this at all. ”

Jun Qinglan groaned and said: "Back then, against such a strong leader of the three major tribes, the national teacher was still easy. Why are you helpless against the little Chengtian Sect? It really doesn't make sense. ”

"Compared to that." Li Congyao narrowed his eyes: "I thought that what I cared about was that the national division of Southern Xinjiang has not been in Southern Xinjiang in recent years. ”

"It's been ...... for a few years Absence? Jun Qinglan was shocked.

In the end, it is the national teacher who has been pinned on by the king of southern Xinjiang, although he is a cultivator, it makes sense to travel for three or five days and months. This disappearance is a few years, and it is really a bit ...... It doesn't make sense.

"The situation in the court is changing rapidly, and he has been gone for so long. Aren't you afraid that your status will be replaced by others? ”

"Don't be afraid." Li Congyao's eyes were cold: "In southern Xinjiang, no one dares." ”

Jun Qinglan took a breath, and suddenly realized that this legendary national teacher was simply unfathomable and terrifying.

"Lord Wang." Jun Qinglan half-furrowed her eyebrows, and her voice and breath stagnated for a moment: "I see that you have been sniffing letters recently. I....... ”

She bit her lip: "I have something I want to ask you." ”