The snow cleared and the sun was shining, but the temperature did not rise, and the refreshing thing was that the sky was so blue and pure that it could inspire awe.

The Tuyuhun mission will leave tomorrow, and today is the last day in Shanzhou. The peace talks between the two sides have been largely completed, and the recital has been prepared and sent to Chang'an. Now the first small group of forward troops to enter the West Sea region is ready to go to the royal city with the Tuyuhun mission. In addition to acting as a precursor team, they can also protect the safety of Fu Lu and others on their way home. The number of people is not large, and the scale of a few hundred people is the vanguard of the Jiannan army.

Zhang Wulang has been authorized by Xue Chongxun, the head of the march of Fu Qicheng, to command the 8,000 troops of the Jiannan Army, and on the eve of this transfer, Zhang Wulang, as the chief general of the Jiannan Army, also sat in the state government signing room and said some details.

There were a few cups of good hot tea in the signing room, and the faint heat was fragrant, which made the room a little more heated.

There is a big case in the north, and there is a cork chair in the back, where Xue Chongxun usually sits in the office; But now he didn't sit on the chair, but on the kang on the east side of the north, because Fu Lu loved to sit on the kang, and Xue Chongxun accompanied him. The weather on Longyou's side is colder than Chang'an, but Xue Chongxun feels that the people here are not cold-tolerant because of this, and they wear very thick clothes in winter, and they want to bake a fire when they enter the door. Fu Lu was like this, as soon as he entered the signing room, he sat on the kang, and Xue Chongxun had to sit with them. Murong Yan was also there, sitting next to Fu Lu, and Xue Chongxun was separated by a swallowtail case.

There are also a few cases next to the cabinet where the official documents are placed, Wang Changling often sits on the Hu bed and looks at the files of official documents all over the country, and now he still sits in the old position; Zhang Wulang, who was wearing a military uniform, held a helmet in his arms and sat with his back straight. A few people discussed the official affairs of the Tuyuhun garrison and logistics here.

When peace was negotiated that day, Xue Chongxun mainly came forward to bargain, but today he said very little, and basically didn't speak much, just listened to Zhang Wulang and other subordinates report on the details of military and political affairs, and then listened to Fu Lu complain.

Whenever someone spoke, Xue Chongxun politely turned his head, with a peaceful smile on his face, as if he was listening very carefully, in fact, he didn't think about those miscellaneous specific trivial matters at all...... The general direction of peace talks and cooperation has been negotiated, and he is in charge of other things, and his subordinates can do whatever they like.

What did he think...... Thinking about women, Murong Yan sat opposite, thinking about her in his heart.

Her brain is full of her long, short and long moans as if they are still in her ears, and those warmth, lingering fragrance, and heartbeat seem to be just now. There is also a strong feeling of crispy numbness when twitching in her body, which can make people's scalp twitch and numb, which is very impressive. How could he be willing to give up Murong Yan?

Xue Chongxun can't forget her love, and he is also greedy for her beauty, there is no way, men like all kinds of beauties. Sometimes he felt that desire was stronger than emotion. Money, beauty, power, vanity, can overcome a lot of beliefs in people, it's almost an instinct.

The bargaining continued, Xue Chongxun knew which of them was talking and could hear their voices, but he didn't know exactly what they were talking about, he had already lost his mind.

Suddenly, something touched his calf, which woke Xue Chongxun from his dementia, and quickly reacted that it was a foot without shoes. He turned his head to look at Murong Yan, only to see that she was also looking at him boldly, and the tip of her delicate tongue gently licked her lips. For a moment, she was charming, and in the blink of an eye, she was already sitting upright, as if nothing had happened.

I don't want Murong Yan, a woman, to play this in public, and sure enough, the Xianbei woman is more enthusiastic than the Han people. Xue Chongxun hurriedly glanced at the desk with casual eyes, this swallowtail head case was placed horizontally on the kang, and there was a big kettle on the desk, and the people below couldn't see the things under the case. He was a little relieved when he saw this.

"Although according to the agreed terms, Fu Qicheng Changyuan will be exempted from paying the second year's currency, and this year's military expenses will be paid by our Datang, but the road along the western sea to grain and grass is bumpy and far away, and it consumes too much people's and material resources. The city of Fu Qi had to help prepare the grain, and we paid for it with gold, silver, and silk. What does Xue Lang think? Zhang Wulang suddenly asked Xue Chongxun.

Xue Chongxun's whole mind was on the little foot under the bookcase, and he didn't know what they were talking about, and a blank expression immediately appeared on his face when he was asked. But he was quick-witted, and immediately nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Very good, what Gorou said is very true, I have no opinion." ”

At this moment, Xue Chongxun's eyes were really innocent. Murong Yan didn't pay attention, and laughed out loud, and the room was suddenly embarrassed and puzzled, and everyone's eyes looked at her.

Murong Yan's face turned red, and she opened her mouth to make an excuse, but she couldn't think of a reasonable excuse for a while, so she hurriedly sat up straight, with a solemn face on her back.

Everyone's topic was interrupted by such a trivial matter, but seeing her appearance, they didn't pay much attention to it, and began to get down to business after a while.

Murong Yan no longer dared to stare at Xue Chongxun, but occasionally forced to look at him with a look of indifference, and glanced at him in shock.

And although Xue Chongxun had been distracted, he was much calmer than Murong Yan, and he didn't show almost the slightest abnormality throughout the morning. He was just a little sad, a little reluctant to let Murong Yan go.

The ray of sunlight leaking out of the carved wooden window was very soft and beautiful, making Xue Chongxun's mood softer and softer. It was so clear in the light that you could even see the fine dust dancing quickly and in small ways, and the little things seemed to be alive.

He found himself a contradictory person, with two things inside him that often made him feel as if he was standing at a crossroads.

If it is Liu Bang in history, his style is very stable, how to do it beneficial, almost completely ruthless and stressless; If it's Li Yu, no matter how fun it is, it doesn't matter about the overall national politics.

Liu Bang got the success, and Li Yu got the process of enjoyment. Poor Xue Chongxun is a contradictory person, wandering between the two, what can he get? Or both?

Xue Chongxun didn't speak...... Maybe even if you choose a beauty and start a war with Tuyuhun, it only affects part of the general outline, but isn't the whole layout composed of such links?

There is still a long way to go from promoting the expansion of the scale of the "athlete" recruitment system to slowly waiting for the expansion of power due to the moderation.

He has walked this path, it is very difficult, and the probability of success is really low, but what are the options? Otherwise, Wu Sansi's fate will be his fate.

…… I finally understood that when one wants to gain, one loses. A person who is bent on success will give up a lot of things lightly.

But Xue Chongxun is not a person who can let go of everything. He can't overcome himself, and his greatest enemy is himself.

……

The business in the signing room was finally finished, and everyone stood up one after another to say goodbye. When Fu Lu and Murong Yan had just walked to the door, Murong Yan suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, Wei Guogong is familiar with Shanzhou, do you know where to sell the best silk fabrics in Shanzhou?" Ming'er is leaving, and I want to bring something back. ”

A bureaucrat who goes out to ride a car, someone to drive a car, and someone to lead a horse on horseback, Xue Chongxun is actually not familiar with the city. But he remembered that Cheng Ting once mentioned a silk village called Yangzhou Weaving. So he said casually: "I heard that Yangzhou weaving is good." ”

Murong Yan smiled, a smile with a little meaning, "It sounds like it should be possible, it was shipped from Yangzhou?" It's so far away, it's hard to buy. ”

Xue Chongxun blurted out: "Some people can't buy things even if they have money." ”

Murong Yan nodded very calmly, turned around, and left unhurriedly.

Xue Chongxun took a few steps from the side of the kang and sat back on the pear blossom wood chair he often sat on. Wang Changling also put away the file paper on the case, folded them together, lightly pestled them on the desk, put them aside neatly, and prepared to eat.

After waiting for a while, the handyman brought the official meal in the yamen, and the dish was very simple, two dishes and a coarse bowl of soup, which was the standard of the official lunch customized according to the law. In the Han Empire, although there are all kinds of corruption and drunken fans, the concept is that the Confucian benevolence and love for the people are based on "Erfeng Erlu, the people's fat and the people's cream", and it is impossible to be too wasteful on the surface.

Xue Chongxun was fortunate to go back at night to eat what Cheng Ting made, Wang Changling had no family in Shanzhou, so he always ate this kind of public meal. At this time, Xue Chongxun suddenly felt a little sympathy for him, so he smiled and said: "Our yamen has some official prostitutes, and they are not idle on weekdays, so the young uncle has nothing to do to relax, don't be so tense all the time." ”

Wang Changling slowly put down his chopsticks, hugged his fists and said: "The lord has good intentions, but when my father and brother were there, I told me: I should consolidate my foundation and cultivate yuan when I am young, otherwise my father and brother will be wrong." I dare not forget the teachings of my father and brother. ”

Xue Chongxun listened to it and said in his heart, yes, he is still growing his body and raising it first, so that he will be able to play with more women in the future. He smiled and said, "Don't put chopsticks politely, eat, eat." ”

Xue Chongxun ate two bowls of rice, then picked up the soup spoon in the thick bowl and scooped two spoonfuls of soup into the rice bowl, rinsed it with chopsticks, so that the rice grains were mixed into the soup, and then raised his head and drank it into his mouth, and when he swallowed the last bite, he wrapped a piece of soup in his mouth, and the food residues in his mouth were gone, and then swallowed it in his stomach.

Wang Changling also seems to be very interested in this detail of Xue Chongxun's life, and every time he eats with Xue Chongxun, he will take a few looks. Now Wang Changling has also learned, but instead of drinking soup, he poured tea into the bowl and changed it slightly. Probably he thinks it's not a waste of food.

After the miscellaneous servant cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he brought the tea, and two plates of refreshments were placed on Xue Chongxun's table and Wang Changling's big case.

Xue Chongxun lifted the lid of the cup and began to think about Murong Yan's smile just now, as well as her words. Silk Village, is there a private meeting?

At this time, Wang Changling stood up and said, "I'll walk around, rest for a while and come back to work." ”

Xue Chongxun nodded, raised his head and made a random move, continuing to think about Murong Yan. G