Bian'an, the Forbidden City, the Imperial Palace.

In the deserted small garden, Wu Jing, the Duke of Weiguo, and the current saint sat under the gazebo.

The atmosphere is inexplicably weird.

Shengshang looked at Wu Jing, looked at the armor on his body, was a little silent, and finally spoke: "The bloody battle of the Dead Dragon Pass, I heard the details, you guys, hard work." ”

Wu Jing's face was as usual, "Cangnan's soldiers, guarding the peace of the empire is their duty, and the souls of heroes and martyrs have long been piled up as Cangnan's inheritance." ”

Hearing the iron-clad words in Wu Jing's words, the saint sighed a little, "Wu Jing, haven't you given up yet?" ”

Wu Jing lowered his head, handed over a volume of documents, and arched his hand: "Holy Lord, these people are trustworthy. ”

Trustworthy, naturally can be reused, can be used to lift big things.

The saint took the paperwork, but he didn't look at it, he threw it directly on the table, and said helplessly: "Have you ever thought that even the most trusted person may betray you." ”

Wu Jing didn't think about it, raised his head and said with a resolute face: "Saint, I know that not everyone in this book is loyal, but I, Wu Jing, dare to guarantee my life, and most people can be entrusted with life and death." ”

For Wu Jing's insistence, the saint still sighed a little.

The two of them fell into a dead silence again.

Wu Jing remembered something and said regretfully: "The five of us back then, if he hadn't run away, then the power of the family would have been eradicated long ago." ”

"Eradication? After all these years, you still haven't figured it out? The saint smiled disdainfully: "The power of the family is impossible to eradicate, the powerless and powerless people who participated in the Northern Expedition back then, you, as well as Zhao Ponu, and a large number of people, have long become a new family, and they are endless." ”

Subsequently, the saint, who was already old, sighed with some emotion.

Wu Jing was silent, and then arched his hand and said: "But I, Wu Jing, ask myself about my innocence." ”

"Innocence?"

The saint seemed to have discovered the big joke, and sneered: "Yes, your Weiguo Gong Wu Jing is naturally a breeze with two sleeves, but what about your family, your chicken dogs who ascended to heaven because of one person's enlightenment, yes, they didn't poke any big baskets, but you go and ask in detail, even your wife who hasn't seen her for four years, secretly, what kind of back door did she go through for those relatives in her family." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wu Jing's forehead was in a cold sweat.

The saint probably felt that the atmosphere was a little stiff, so he softened his tone, "Wu Jing, you are the commander of the generals, this talent is indeed unparalleled in the world, but when it comes to politics, you are still far worse than him." ”

Wu Jing nodded, and then said, "Actually, both the Holy Lord and I know where he is. ”

Sheng Shang stretched out the index finger of his right hand and rubbed his temple, as if someone gave him a great headache, he recognized: "That's right, he is the only one who can propose the abolition of the Nine Grades Zhongzheng, and in his blueprint, there must be the appearance of future generations, but I have sent Zhu Yiwei more than ten times, but I have not found him once." ”

Thinking of this, Wu Jing somehow suddenly smiled, "Yes, during the Northern Expedition back then, he was the one who controlled all kinds of intelligence resources, even if others had left, but the chess pieces he secretly arranged were still shining for thirty years." ”

Mentioning this person, the saint was still indignant, "If he was willing to stay and help me back then, there were you and Lu Dingbei outside, he was in charge of the government inside, and Li Taibai, a peerless master, as a shield, the power of the world, why worry about injustice!" ”

Thinking of his plan to go down in history and become the king of eternity, he was so disappointed, even after so many years, the saint was still dissatisfied in his heart.

Wu Jing smiled a little bitterly, that person's mind has always been difficult to understand, and many of the words he said in person may take a long time to understand.

It seemed that he was a little hesitant, but Wu Jing finally made up his mind and said calmly: "At that time, he once said that the empire was already decaying, and the Northern Expedition was to exhaust the last cutting-edge power of the empire, and since then, he has become the complete leader of the clan." ”

These words were very rebellious, but the saint did not get angry, but thought about it, and finally said: "Why, he designed this strategy long before the Northern Expedition. ”

Wu Jing shook his head, "That's not true, but the Northern Expedition made him deeply aware of the power of the Shi clan, so he left last." ”

"Coward!"

The saint judged the man fiercely, and threw the teacup on the ground with a crisp breaking sound.

Wu Jing was silent, in fact, there were some words, he didn't say it, that person once judged the saint: he had the courage to heal the disease, but he didn't have the courage to break his wrist, what he said was naturally that the saint had the confidence to attack the barbarians in the north, but he didn't have the courage to eradicate the world.

Since then, the two have never seen each other, the two teenagers who once entered Beijing to take the exam, one applied for Taixue, and the other applied for Jiangwutang, both wanted to change this era, but in the end they parted ways and chose different paths.

Wu Jing chose to change from within the empire, and that person chose from the outside.

It's just that he doesn't understand military affairs after all, and the current rebels in the Western Wilderness are crumbling, and there is only one foot left in the door.

And that kick was just the friendship of the saint in the past, so he showed mercy.

But when the saint's patience is exhausted, I am afraid that the man's head will be sent to the city of Bian'an by a fast horse.

There was no result in this discussion, and the saint did not read the document presented by Wu Jing.

However, when Wu Jing said goodbye, the saint said intentionally or unintentionally: "Wu Jing, give you two choices, in the next few days, do you plan to spend it in Bian'an City, or, Cangnan Army." ”

Wu Jing's original pace of walking out stopped, and he turned to look at the saint.

At that time, the saint was the crown prince of the empire, and he wanted to change this era with high spirits, he, Lu Dingbei, Li Taibai, and that person, the four of them got together because of the saint's ambition.

Prince, wise general, madman, swordsman, scholar.

But the saint under his eyes, his eyes are swollen, his face is old, and his expression is full of gloom, where is there still the shadow of the past.

But Wu Jing believes that in the heart of the saint, he is still the prince of the year.

Perhaps, there is nothing that their generation can do, but there is a future.

Wu Jing thought of the young faces of the Cangnan Army, and the thousands of soldiers who were willing to die with him in the bloody battle of the Dragon Pass, and the flames finally ignited in his heart.

He looked at the saint and said firmly: "Just let me spend the rest of my life in the Cangnan Army." ”

Holy Lord, I will cultivate the strength of the new generation, and perhaps, among them, someone will come to put an end to the world.

And then open up a new era.

I believe that the future.

Shengshang looked at Wu Jing, a little stunned, then came back to his senses and said lightly: "Yes, you still haven't changed after all." ”

Then the saint waved his hand, "Okay, you can go, don't come back in the future." ”

Wu Jing bowed his head, "Holy Lord take care." ”

Then he turned and left, ignoring it.

It was snowing heavily behind him, and it was extremely cold.

Shengshang looked at Wu Jing's back and was a little silent.

It's a little lonely again.

At the beginning of the eighth year of Yongshou, Wu Jing bid farewell to the saint and began to prepare for leaving Beijing.

This is the last meeting of a pair of monarchs and ministers who were close in the past.

……

Lecture martial arts.

Zuo Yin asked the gentlemen for leave, and packed up his things during the holiday, originally he didn't have many things, but after he woke up that day, the room was full of large bags of gifts, all of which were sent by the high-ranking officials and nobles of Bian'an City after learning that he had defeated Ouyang Shun.

"Stompe."

The sound of the military horse sounded, and Zuo Yin's ears moved.

It should be someone from Wei Guogong's guard battalion who came to pick him up, could it be that Wei Guogong didn't unload his armor and return to the field?

Zuo Yin walked out of the door suspiciously, only to see three riders in black clothes, scanning the school building coldly.

The killing aura on his body made Zuo Yin's pupils shrink slightly.

These three people are definitely old pawns, and they have seen blood on their hands.

The three men in black noticed Zuo Yin and seemed to sigh, a little surprised.

I didn't expect to be able to see lions in the lecture hall where sheep are cultivated.

Interesting.

The snow was falling, but it didn't hide the eyes of both sides looking at each other.

At this moment, the son in white clothes with a moon came suddenly, and behind him, a woman with red and white wide sleeves gently held an umbrella, the woman was graceful and beautiful.

Lu Muchu, Su Ruoqing.

The two people nodded at Zuo Yin, and then looked at the man in black.

When the three black-clothed men saw this son, they turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "I have seen the Third Highness, and we are ordered to greet Your Highness." ”

Among the three people, the leader was a young man in his twenties, who seemed to be slightly older than Lu Muchu, and he handed Lu Muchu a letterbox, then stepped back and knelt down on one knee again.

Lu Muchu didn't stop him, but took out the white paper from the letterbox and looked at it carefully, but there was a dignified look on his face.

"Father, critically ill?"