When Zhan Long arrived on the outskirts of the capital with 3,000 elite soldiers, the war had not subsided. It was not that the remnants of the rebels swore to the death, but that Duan Nantian's subordinates led an army of 200,000 to come, nominally to help the Anjia army suppress the rebels together, but in fact they wanted to take the credit of King Qin alone. It was because of them that the war was not over. In a fit of rage, An Dingguo took dozens of generals to return to Beijing, causing An Ruixiang to stay and deal with Duan's army. An Ruixiang had already heard about Ning Xue's condition, although he was thinking about her all the time in his heart and wanted to be by her side, but he never said a word about this matter, so as not to embarrass An Dingguo and An Ruiqi, after all, the situation was serious, how could he leave easily. Now that the outcome has been decided, and the army has been reinforced, An Ruixiang wanted to leave and return to Beijing, but was ordered to stop by An Dingguo. My father has never liked to compete with others, why is he so persistent this time? In desperation, An Ruixiang had no choice but to temporarily take over the post of commander of the An Jiajun and continue to stay in the marshal's camp to preside over the overall situation. He was depressed all day long, and then the letter sent by An Ruiqi made him even more anxious. When will this strife end? In order to avoid conflict, Zhan Long ordered 3,000 elite soldiers to hide in the jungle and wait, while he drove the carriage to the capital alone. The carriage was extremely gorgeous, and the people in the carriage were noble, even if the token given by the prime minister was not displayed, it was enough to make the officers and soldiers along the way retreat in panic. The journey was unimpeded, and within half a day, the carriage came to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Seeing the token handed by the doorman, the butler's eyes moistened. After receiving the token in one hand, he immediately walked quickly to greet him. Ignoring the persuasion of the servants, he carried the war dragon to a quiet and elegant room with his seventy-year-old body, and before he could rest for a while, he began to work for the war dragon. It wasn't until he repeatedly confirmed that all the items were ready and placed properly that he remembered to send someone to inform Xiangye of the arrival of the war dragon.

Sensing that the butler standing aside was quietly looking at himself with worried eyes, and he wanted to stop talking, Zhan Long felt in his heart, and asked with a light smile: "After many years, the old man's body is still strong?" ”

Hearing the greeting of the war dragon, the housekeeper was very pleased, but because the prime minister was just a few steps away, he had to bow his head and not look back.

"You're finally here." After speaking, the prime minister retreated, then sat down next to the war dragon and personally poured him a cup of bitter tea.

Zhan Long took the white porcelain cup and drank it all, and smiled indifferently: "This bitter taste, as always." ”

"Compared to the suffering you have suffered over the years, this little bit of suffering is nothing to worry about." The prime minister said solemnly.

After hearing this, Zhan Long smiled even more and said, "Why should Xiangye be coy, between you and me, we just take what we need." ”

Hearing this, the prime minister's gaze became deeper, and he said: "In this case, please forgive the old man for speaking bluntly, and implore the prince to keep his promise and hand over all the military power in his hands." ”

Zhan Long took out a black lacquered wooden plaque from his arms, placed it on the wooden table, and said lightly: "The prince in Xiangye's mouth has long since ceased to exist, and now I am just an ordinary businessman. Here to pay tribute to the three thousand elite soldiers, please smile. ”

"The prince laughed, there are many soldiers and horses in Qingfeng Cottage, not only three thousand." The prime minister looked at the war dragon meaningfully, and there was a hint of mockery in his tone.

"It's a pity that Qingfeng Cottage has changed hands, and I no longer have the right to intervene in the affairs of the cottage." The war dragon replied nonchalantly.

After hearing this, the prime minister was stunned for a while, looked at him carefully for a long time, and then noticed the strangeness of his feet, and a trace of regret could not help but appear in his eyes.

"As Xiang Ye saw, since the battle with the traitor, I can't walk as usual. In order to take into account the overall situation, the elders can only choose another person to take on the important task of leading the cottage. After speaking, Zhan Long leisurely took a sip of the tea in the cup, savoring the bitterness in it.

The prime minister has been in officialdom for many years, and it has long been commonplace for changes in power. In his opinion, it was reasonable for Zhan Long to leave the cottage in desperation, after all, he was useless to the cottage after all his martial arts were lost. The prime minister ignored the accumulated affection between the war dragon and the people in the cottage, he didn't know how important the elders were to the war dragon, and he didn't know how much the cottage brothers respected the war dragon, so he would never have thought that the war dragon would resolutely give up the position of the big boss in order to protect the cottage from falling into the hands of others. Knowing this, Zhan Long was sure that the prime minister would never doubt himself.

After being silent for a while, the prime minister opened his mouth and asked: "I knew that today, why didn't I follow what I said in my letter and surrender to An Jiajun, so that General An Shao could take over the cottage?" ”

Zhan Long grinned toothily and replied, "How can General An Shao be a person who can be manipulated by Xiangye at will?" Even if the military power was transferred to him that day, I am afraid that the 100,000 soldiers and horses would still not be able to be used by the prime minister after all. ”

"The prince has lost his words! How could the old man be disrespectful to General An Shao. The prime minister frowned and said sternly.

Seeing that the prime minister, who had always been moody, would actually be furious for a joke, Zhan Long's heart suddenly became suspicious. The loyalty of the emperor to the former emperor can be demonstrated, so Zhan Long firmly believes that he will never do anything to usurp the throne, so why did he plan for more than ten years and seek tens of thousands of soldiers and food?

After the prime minister left in a bad mood, the housekeeper brought a piece of incense burner and placed it in front of the dragon bed. Under the pale moonlight, a wisp of gray-white light smoke rose from the incense burner, gradually drifting away, turning into a faint medicinal fragrance. The war dragon closed his eyes and breathed in the familiar aroma wantonly, ripples rippled in his heart, and the childhood memories hidden deep in his heart quietly surfaced in his heart. For as long as he could remember, the doors and windows of his room were always closed, and the room was full of medicinal incense, impermeable, and drowsy. The young war dragon knew that he was suffering from asthma, and as long as he suffered a little bit of wind and cold, he would relapse into his old illness. The onset of the illness lasted day and night, at least half an hour subsided, and even lasted for two hours, and he still couldn't breathe, which really made him exhausted and miserable. In order to avoid being tortured by a stubborn illness again, Zhan Long forcibly endured the dissatisfaction in his heart, and calmly allowed the eunuch who took care of him to spread layers of heavy quilts on him. During those days when he was forced to lie on the bed and couldn't move, the fragrance lingered around him, lingering and annoying him. Lying in a daze every day, unable to distinguish between being awake or asleep, over time, he forgot about its existence. It wasn't until the man came to visit him, and the incense from her clothes and the medicinal scent in the room melted into a refreshing aroma, that he realized that he was still alive. It's a pity that the person came very rarely, and they all came with the imperial doctor who diagnosed his pulse and prescribed prescriptions, and every time he just looked at him from a distance and was silent. Even though Zhan Long had the heart to talk to her, he still failed to do so. In those years, he could see only a handful of people, and there was no one to talk to except the old eunuchs, and perhaps because of this, he developed the withdrawn nature he has today. I don't know if it was because the medicine of the imperial doctor had a miraculous effect, or if as he got older, he was full of righteousness, and his illness was declining, and after a few years, his illness seemed to have improved. At this time, Taifu made a statement to the first emperor to let the war dragon practice martial arts to strengthen his body, but the first emperor did not care. Taifu saw that Zhan Long was talented and intelligent, and he couldn't bear to bury talents, so he secretly taught him what he had learned all his life. War Dragon practiced martial arts diligently under the careful guidance of Taifu, but it was only a year before he began to show his edge. When the first emperor heard about it, he looked at him differently and ordered the prime minister to personally teach him the art of war. War Dragon is quick-witted, persevering and hardworking, and has won the favor of the prime minister. In front of the first emperor, the prime minister inevitably praised his proud protégé, so that the first emperor attached more importance to the dragon. Zhan Long thought that his small success would win the man's approval, but the man's estrangement from him deepened. When he was ten years old, his brother sent someone to find a peerless sword as a birthday gift, and the man, probably out of affection, also sewed a medicine bag for him, embroidered with his favorite bamboo, and in it contained the pills for his asthma. Just as he was rejoicing at this, suddenly, the eunuch in charge rushed into his room in a panic, and said in a low voice: "Please let Your Highness leave the palace with the old slave quickly...... Someone wants to take your life! "Zhan Long was convinced that this old eunuch who had been taking care of him for many years would never deceive himself, so they took advantage of the dead of night to secretly escape from the palace, and it was the prime minister who met them outside the palace." If you want to live, you have to be incognito, otherwise, I'm afraid they won't give up easily. The prime minister said earnestly. Thinking of this, the war dragon's chest tightened, and bitterness welled up in his heart. Why should I live? Is it just to ask her personally: Queen Mother, do you really want to kill me?