The room was silent, and the green bamboo outside the window swayed with the spring breeze, making a "rustling" sound.

After a while, Jiang Deshen looked at Mu Youjing's eyes and asked, "Your Highness, can it be done?" ”

Both grandparents and grandchildren were vague, and only the two of them understood what they were talking about.

The room was quiet for a while, Mu Youjing's eyes gradually became sharper, and he said slowly: "Grandfather, you have to try." ”

His thin lips made a meaningful arc, and there was a determination in his expression.

After a pause, Mu Youjing said again: "Moreover, a woman's name is better than the sky. ”

This sentence is an eternal truth.

Jiang De squinted his eyes, his eyes flashed with a sharp and cold light, and he bowed his head slightly: "Your Highness, if this is the case...... Then we have to hurry up. ”

"It's going to have to be quick." Mu You looked up and drank the wine in the cup again, he had to carry out his plan before Mu Yan returned to Beijing.

Mu Youjing's eyes were as cold as the frozen lake, and under the ice, the dark tide was surging.

He said fiercely: "It's a big deal, let her die violently!" ”

Who is the "she" in Mu Youjing's mouth, both of them know it.

The corners of Jiang De's deep lips curled, looked at Mu Youjing with appreciation, and slowly stroked his goatee.

In his opinion, those who achieve great things are not informal, and when they are decided, they will be decided, and the three princes can have this courage, which is very good!

It is difficult to recover from the water, and what has happened is irreparable, so instead of being annoyed and regretting there, it is better to try to find another way.

They still have a chance now, Nanhuai Chuping, just returned to Dasheng, it is conceivable that Huaizhou is in ruins, and Mu Yan is afraid that he will not be able to come back for a while.

Moreover, in the capital, in the court, the person in charge is Cen Yin.

Even if Mu Yan returns triumphantly from Nanhuai in the coming day, it doesn't mean that he can do whatever he wants in the capital, he will still be subject to Cen Yin......

Jiang De's deep eyes flashed slightly, and he remembered one thing and changed the subject: "Your Highness, I heard that the reason why Mu Yan was able to take Nanhuai so quickly was because of firearms. ”

Firearm?! Mu Youjing was stunned, looked at Jiang Deshen in surprise, and asked puzzledly, "Grandfather, but where did he get the firearms?" ”

Daseung's firearms are strictly controlled, and the Shenji Battalion has to protect the security of the Gyeonggi area, and no one can easily mobilize the Shenji Battalion unless ordered by the emperor.

Moreover, as soon as the Shenji Battalion moved, so many pairs of eyes inside and outside the capital stared at it, but it couldn't be hidden.

Of course Jiang Deshen didn't know, he shook his head, his eyes were dark, revealing a little thoughtfulness.

Could it be that Emperor Chongming still left some power in the past? It's not impossible.

Thinking of firearms, Mu Youjing's eyes became hotter and hotter, and he felt that he saw hope again.

No matter where Mu Yan's firearms came from, Mu Yan proved the power of firearms by taking Huaizhou as a result.

As long as you get a firearm, you can do a lot of things yourself!

"Grandfather, you urge Xie Wan again, where did he get the firearms?" Mu Youjing clenched the wine glass in his hand and said eagerly, his voice getting colder, "If he still refuses to cooperate, then just 'force it'." ”

Jiang Deshen nodded: "Your Highness, don't worry, I know this matter in my heart." ”

Mu Youjing personally added wine to Jiang De, and he felt a lot more relieved, his expression became warm again, and he complimented: "It's really thanks to having my grandfather go around the palace for me." Thankful grandfather. ”

Jiang Deshen smiled slightly, and made a sincere and fearful look, "Your Highness, this is what a minister should do." He deliberately called himself a "minister", which euphemistically showed that he understood the difference between a monarch and a minister.

Mu Youjing listened to it and was quite useful in his heart, and was about to get up to say goodbye, when he remembered one more thing and reminded: "Grandfather, this palace feels that 'that incident' is not the time to expose it for the time being, what do you think?" ”

Since they decided to try to curry favor with Cen Yin, they naturally couldn't threaten Cen Yin, and provoking Cen Yin would only backfire.

Even if Mu Youjing didn't say anything, Jiang Deshen understood what he meant, smiled slightly, and nodded in response: "Your Highness, don't worry, I understand." ”

After discussing the matter, Mu Youjing didn't stay long, and quietly left the Jiang Mansion through the back door and returned to the palace.

Jiang Deshen, who was rarely resting, was not idle, changed into good clothes, and also took a carriage out of Jiangfu and went to the prison again, however, he returned again.

Xie Wan was still stubborn and bit the conditions he proposed at the beginning, and refused to back down at all, and the two of them didn't talk speculatively for more than half a sentence, and they didn't even say a few words, and then broke up unhappily again.

In the capital, the dark tide is surging in the place where others can't see, and the surface is still jubilant, from the court to the people, they are all celebrating for Nanhuai to become Huaizhou, the people of Dasheng are holding their heads high during this time, and there is honor, all of them are praising Mu Yan, the son of Emperor Chongming, is a fierce general who is rare to see in a hundred years, praising him for his glory and moon, saying that he will be a prosperous benevolent monarch in the future!

Bi Chan happily told Duanmu Fei some of the praises she heard outside:

"Girl, when the slave maid was queuing up in Xiangshuji today, I heard that everyone was praising the future uncle!"

"Someone said in a voice that they had seen the future uncle before, and there was a purple qi coming from the east at that time, and he had already seen that the uncle was not an ordinary person, and he must be the purple microstar in the sky!"

"They all said that the future uncle is better than Zijian, looks like Pan An, is as brave as Wuqu, and is wiser than Kong Ming...... It's like a fairy in the sky. ”

Duanmu Fei listened to it, and at the same time put these "beautiful words" on Mu Yan's body, and laughed happily, his eyebrows and eyes crooked.

Seeing that Duanmu Fei was happy to hear it, Bi Chan continued: "There are also people who say that the future uncle is eight feet tall and has infinite strength, and he can crush steel boulders with one hand, and he is full of killing spirits, which shocked the Nanhuai people to abandon their weapons and surrender one by one, and kneel on the ground to beg for mercy. ”

Duanmu Fei imagined how he pinched the fire gun with one hand, and leaned forward and backward with laughter, and his stomach hurt.

Originally, she was helping the green pothos of Duanmu to divide the embroidery thread and rubbed her girl's belly, and her heart was complicated: her own girl will be married in half a year, and she is about to get married, how can she still be like a child.

Duanmu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and rewarded Bi Chan with a box of crispy snacks as a reward.

"Thank you, girl, for the reward." Bi Cicada thanked Duanmu Fei beautifully, and generously greeted the pothos in the house, "Everyone come to eat, today I will be the east." ”

The room was filled with the lively and bright laughter of the girls, intertwined with the sound of the spring breeze blowing leaves and the chirping of birds outside the window, and the little fox who was curled up and sleeping behind Duanmu Fei glanced at them lazily, and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

Duanmufei also ate a piece of snack, then picked up the cloak and continued to embroider.

She has been embroidering this cloak obediently at home for several days, and the peacock on the cloak has begun to take shape, and the peacock's proud head is slightly raised, but the tail feathers of the open screen are embroidered less than one-fifth, no, less than one-sixth.

Just looking at it like this, Duanmu Fei felt a throbbing pain in the corners of her forehead, and she didn't know how many times she complained in her heart about how Hanxing came up with such an idea for her.

And herself, why is she so fast-talking......

Last time she accompanied Anping out of the palace, she quickly said that she was embroidering a peacock cloak for Ah Yan, and Anping deliberately asked her what kind of peacock she embroidered, and also eagerly said that she was looking forward to the finished product of the cloak, and asked her not to rush, embroider slowly, and said that Ah Yan must like it.

Ay!

Duanmu raised his hand and patted it on his lips, disgusted with his fast mouth, now that Anping knows the peacock cloak, it is too late for him to change his appearance temporarily.

Duanmu Fei stared at the cloak and sighed leisurely, worrying in her heart: Ah Yan might come back early, she has to hurry.

So in the past few days, Duanmufei has been obediently rushing to work.

Bi Cicada and Green Pothos looked at Duanmu Fei for a while and frowned, sighed for a while, and blamed themselves for a while, knowing that the girl was thinking about something again, and exchanged a look with each other funny.

The maids each moved a small pestle and sat down, helping to separate the embroidery thread, and occasionally helping to thread a needle eye or something.

The room was quiet, quiet and peaceful.

Duanmu scarlet yawned while embroidering, and was hesitating whether to go back to the room to take a nap, Duanmu came back.

"Zhen Zhen," Duanmu Jun held a big red and gold post in his hand, "I received a post from the Xuanguo Mansion just now, it is an invitation to the birthday of the Xuanguo Duchess." ”

Duanmu Fei put down the cloak in his hand again and took the post in surprise.

Of course, she remembered her grandmother's birthday, and she was also preparing a birthday gift for her grandmother, but the Chu family had always been low-key, and she didn't expect her grandmother's birthday banquet this time.

Duanmu stared at the graceful and vigorous handwriting on the post, which was very familiar to her, and she knew at a glance that it was written by her grandmother, Mrs. Chu.

Duanmujun sat down next to Duanmufei, and said with a smile: "Zhenzhen, it just so happens that a few of your summer clothes are almost ready, and the needlework room said that I will bring them to you to try later, and see where they still need to be changed." First pick one to wear when you go to Xuanguo Mansion, and the other one to wear when you go out to play during the Flower Festival. ”

"Flower Festival?" Duanmu blinked, are they going out to play during the festival?

Duanmujun said naturally: "I made an appointment with Cen Gongzi to go out to play together during the Flower Festival, Zhen Zhen, you go with you." ”

"......" Duanmu Fei blinked again, wanting to say when they were decided, how she didn't know.

At this time, the people in the sewing room came and brought five sets of new clothes, all of which were summer clothes prepared for Duanmu Fei, and the east room suddenly became a lot more crowded.

Who in the girl's family doesn't like new clothes, and the maids are all refreshed, hugging Duanmu Fei to try on new clothes after going to the screen.

May is the season when pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, and it is the month of pomegranates.

Duanmu Scarlet's first summer dress is embroidered with blooming pomegranate flowers, and on the pink gown, clusters of red and bright pomegranate flowers bloom on the branches, delicate as the sun.

Duanmujun nodded slightly with satisfaction, "Zhen Zhen, you turn around, I'll take a look." ”

Duanmu turned around twice obediently, and the skirt of the pleated skirt flew like a butterfly with her turning, pretty and smart.

The maids applauded and praised at the same time.

Duanmufei was also quite satisfied with this dress, but felt that it could be changed, so he pointed to the skirt and said to Duanmuxuan: "Sister, how about embroidering a few more swallows on the skirt?" In this way, it can match the cloak I embroidered for Ah Yan. ”

As he spoke, Duanmu Xuan showed off his half-embroidered cloak and handed it to Duanmu Jun to see, "Sister, do you think my peacock is embroidered beautifully?" ”

Duanmufei has been embroidering this peacock cloak recently, of course Duanmujun knows who this cloak is embroidered for, but she is not very satisfied with Mu Yan now, and when she sees this cloak, her heart is not very happy: if Ah Yan disappoints her sister's wishes......

Duanmujun subconsciously rubbed the handkerchief, should she ask Gongzi Cen when Ah Yan will come back.

Feng Yan, who was thousands of miles away, also wanted to return to Beijing early every day.

However, now that Huaizhou is initially decided, there is a shortage of manpower, and he can't leave at all.

It has been more than three months since King Nanhuai surrendered, and for more than three months, he can't wait to break one person into three people every day.

Feng Yan, who had slept for less than three hours, yawned lazily.

"Childe, the Luang Bo clan and the Manqing clan have also handed over the letter of surrender to Dasheng, if there is no accident, the remaining dozen or so small clans should not last long." While pleading, Luo Qifang pointed to a map of the old Nanhuai, on which the small red flag representing Dasheng was densely packed, occupying almost eighty percent of the territory.

It stands to reason that this is a happy event, but Luo Qifang frowned slightly and hesitated: "It's just that my subordinates have always been a little worried." ”

"Something to say." Feng Yan has always disliked going around the bend, so he said directly.

Luo Qifang thought about it and explained after considering his words.

He has been lurking in Nanhuai for more than two years, and he knows a little about the people of Nanhuai.

Because Nanhuai is a multi-ethnic country, these tribal peoples are fighting from time to time, the weak eat the strong, and whoever is strong will obey whom, so most people do not have too fierce resistance to Dasheng's occupation of Nanhuai.

This is beneficial for the present stage, but it is not so beneficial for Dasheng's future rule, which means that there will be commotion in Huaizhou at any time in the future. And Huaizhou is thousands of miles away from the capital, and it is far away from the emperor of Tiangao, and once Huaizhou is in turmoil in the future, Dasheng is afraid that it will not be so timely to deal with it.

This is the concern in Luo Qifang's heart.

Feng Yan casually supported his right cheek with his right fist, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, pondering.

Regarding the problem that Luo Qifang said, Feng Yan has seen some of it during his time in Nanhuai, after all, the progress here in the past three months has been really "smooth" a little too much, so in his letter to the capital a few days ago, he also mentioned a few words.

Thinking of the letter, Feng Yan suddenly perked up, sat up straight, and his phoenix eyes were bright. Count the days, and Zhenzhen's letter is coming soon.

Feng Yan was about to summon someone to see if there were any carrier pigeons, when a young general entered the hall at this time and said, "Childe, the hour is almost up, and everyone has arrived." ”

Feng Yan responded casually and waved his hand at Luo Qifang, "Let's go." ”

Today is the first day of the fourth month, the people of Nanhuai believe in the Holy Fire Sect, according to the local customs of Nanhuai, on this day every year, the great elders of the Holy Fire Sect will conduct a blessing ceremony, hoping that the next year will be smooth and rainy.

Now Feng Yan is the new lord of Nanhuai, and he follows the customs of the villagers, even if it is to stabilize the hearts of the people, he must attend.

Outside the hall, there were more than a dozen Dasheng soldiers who were also waiting for Feng Yan, and the group left the palace with Feng Yan in their arms, until they came to the central square of Dayue City.

All the way, there are people, the closer to the square, the more people, everywhere the eye is seen is dense human heads, everyone looks in the direction of the square, it seems that the people of the entire Dayue City have come here just for today's blessing ceremony.

A long red carpet stretched to a platform in the center of the square, a large stone platform that was flat and empty, flanked by Pyrus in uniform red uniforms, and in front of which was an ornate gold-lacquered throne.

This used to be the position that belonged to King Nanhuai, but now it has been replaced by Feng Yan.

The Great Elder of the Holy Fire Sect was an old man with a curly white beard, half of his face was covered by the thick and curly white beard, looking kind and kind, but with a somewhat unfathomable temperament.

The Great Elder personally led a few disciples to salute Feng Yan, and then walked to the center of the platform, stretched his arms to the sun in the sky, and said a prayer in a nostalgic voice.

Then he took a flaming torch from one of the worshippers, the handle of which was golden, and carved with intricate patterns.

The eyes of all the people were obsessed with the torch, so reverent, as if they were looking at their faith.

When the flame of the torch lit the bonfire in the center of the platform, the crowd burst into thunderous cheers.

The moment the flame lights the bonfire, it means that the blessing ceremony begins!

Immediately after, a rhythmic drum sounded in the air, and several Holy Fire Cult disciples tacitly beat several big red drums the size of wooden barrels, and the drums were solemn and majestic, and it seemed that every stroke was striking people's hearts.

The people around them were quiet again, and the whole square was motionless and silent, except for the drums that echoed around one after another.

Suddenly, a faint bell was added to the sound of the drum, and the bell gradually approached this way.

Following the bell, I saw a girl in a fiery red dress with deep eyes and a high nose appear on the long red carpet, dancing and approaching the platform.

The girl was tall and curvy, her honey-colored skin was delicate and flawless, and her facial features were gorgeous and compelling, like the most delicate and dazzling red roses, and she wore a pair of bell rings on her feet, from which the bell sounded.

The sound of the bells and the drums in front of them are perfectly matched as if they were playing in an ensemble.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the dancing girl, some people in the crowd shouted "Holy Maiden", and some people looked at "Celestial Princess", and the voices were full of voices.

Feng Yan turned his head and glanced at Luo Qifang, his sword eyebrows slightly raised.

Now Nanhuai's internal affairs have almost been handed over to Luo Qifang, and even today's blessing ceremony is also in charge of Luo Qifang.

Luo Qifang hurriedly leaned into Feng Yan's ear and explained in a low voice: "Childe, one of the parts of the blessing ceremony is the prayer dance presented by the Holy Flame Sect Holy Maiden, and the current Holy Maiden is the eldest princess of the original royal family, Suna. ”

Feng Yan made a gesture casually, meaning that he knew.

Luo Qifang retreated again, his eyes were still paying attention to Feng Yan's expression, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no anger on his face.

Luo Qifang also hesitated about whether to let the holy woman Suna come to offer the blessing and prayer dance, but thinking that Feng Yan had already allowed the Nanhuai people to hold this blessing ceremony, if he didn't let the saint attend the blessing ceremony, it would only add to the incident.

Besides, Feng Yan doesn't seem to care about the eldest princess of the former royal family, to him, this eldest princess is just dust, not worth mentioning.

Luo Qifang looked at the eldest princess Suna again, with a faint expression.

At this moment, Suna had already danced to the platform and was dancing around the bonfire. Her brown eyes were so bright and brilliant against the campfire, as if the stars were reflected in her eyes.

Nanhuai's dance is very different from the dance of Dasheng Central Plains, more wild and more public, like this burning majestic flame.

Suna danced her body with a focused expression, her posture was graceful, and every movement was so soft and light, and clean and neat; The dance is heroic, but also charming.

The rhythm of the drums increased, and so did Suna's dance, as fast as a rainstorm.

When the drum beat stopped abruptly, Suna also stopped, and put on a graceful posture, her hands bent into the shape of a lotus flower, like a blooming lotus flower, and the bell on the ankle bracelet also stopped abruptly, only the plump chest rose and fell slightly.

Suna's demeanor is so holy and elegant.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a burst of warm applause again among the onlookers in Nanhuai, like a wave, wave after wave.

Suna's eyes seemed to be looking at the sky, but in fact, the corner of her eye was glancing at the direction of Feng Yan, the corners of her fiery lips were slightly upturned, and she felt that Sang Weipa had a little brain, and came up with this method so that she could come out of the courtyard.

For more than three months, she was imprisoned like a caged bird, unable to go anywhere, only looking at the narrow sky of the courtyard, this kind of life was too difficult, she never wanted to live the days of captivity again.

Feng Yan has already held the seven or eight of Da Huai in his hands and has become the new king here, he is her best way out.

Success or failure in this move, she will definitely succeed!

Suna's seductive gaze lingered on Feng Yan's handsome face, and her heartbeat pounded faster.

Moreover, Feng Yan also looks good.

After two breaths, the drum beat again, Suna raised her head and flicked her sleeves, bent her soft and delicate body into a soft arc, and continued to dance to the beat of the drum.

Suna danced while looking at Feng Yan without a trace, wanting Feng Yan to see her most beautiful posture.

She was able to become the Holy Maiden of the Holy Fire Sect, not because of her status as a princess, but because she was the most brilliant dancer in their southern Huai, and no one who saw her dancing could not be impressed!

Suna's eyes lit up with a fire of ambition.

However, Feng Yan didn't glance at Suna at all, and continued to talk to Luo Qifang.

"Do you know how many people in Nanhuai believe in the Holy Fire Sect?" Feng Yan asked Luo Qifang as he looked at the scorching eyes of the Nanhuai people around the platform, and thoughtfully raised his right eyebrow.

Although he didn't know why Feng Yan suddenly asked this question, Luo Qifang still replied immediately: "At least more than eighty." ”

The corners of Feng Yan's lips curled slightly, and the beautiful phoenix eyes brightened, "What do you think of the question you said before, starting with religion?" ”

Luo Qifang immediately knew that Feng Yan was talking about the topic of "Huaizhou Turmoil" that they had discussed before, but what he didn't understand was how to use religion to solve this problem.

Feng Yan continued: "We Dasheng people believe in Buddhism and Taoism, since Huaizhou will belong to Dasheng in the future, we should let them know more about their Dasheng sect." ”

"I will write to the capital and ask them to send more people to build temples and temples here."

"Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. In order for our Dasheng religion to enter here imperceptibly, I am afraid it will take a lot of time and ......" and a lot of manpower and material resources.

With the click of Feng Yan, Luo Qifang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he seriously thought about Feng Yan's proposal.

The entry of Buddhism and Taoism will also bring the culture of the Central Plains, subtly changing a nation and changing these Nanhuai people.

Maybe this thing can't be done in a few years, but what about ten, twenty, or even thirty years from now?!

Just thinking about it, Luo Qifang felt that his heart was on fire.

He made up his mind and proposed: "Childe, why don't you open a school in Huaizhou, so that children over the age of seven and under the age of fifteen can be enrolled in free and compulsory schools to teach Confucian culture, what do you think?" ”

While the two of them spoke, the prayer dance continued, and the drums became faster and louder, climbing to the second wave of high chaos.

Suna's dance also became unrestrained and wanton, just like the storm on the sea, just like Suna's mood at the moment.

She didn't expect Feng Yan to actually not look at herself, he would rather talk to a subordinate than look at himself!

Suna was angry and annoyed, and her body leaped to the rhythm of the drums, like a bird with wings spread......

Under the platform, a pair of turquoise eyes looked at Suna stupidly, not wanting to miss her every movement, every delicate state, every gasp......

Sanvipa kept staring at Suna, and of course noticed who Suna was looking at, and noticed the subtle changes in her expression.

Sang Weipa raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Feng Yan, and subconsciously pinched a small porcelain bottle in his sleeve, his eyes were so firm.

Everything he did was for her, and I only hope she will remember what he did for her.

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