Great Zhou, Jizhou, Jianlong Pass.

Zhou Zhang, or Mu Qingshan, sat in the gate of the council.

It was getting late, there was no candle in the door, and there was a deep darkness in the door.

Only a ray of starlight shot in through the gap in the door of the mansion, and landed in the door of the mansion, and plunged into the long knife on the ground.

So under the light of the stars, the blade of the knife reflected the light as white as snow.

It was a very ordinary knife.

The snow-white knife was covered with dents after the swing, and a red tassel hung from the wooden and worn hilt, although it had been cleaned, it had been baptized by the years, and the color on it was a little dull.

It has a nice name - Sunrise.

It also has a very famous owner - Yuan Guilong.

It has cut off the lintels of many immortals, and has drunk the blood of hundreds of thousands of people.

But now, it stood quietly, like a sculpture that had been silent since time immemorial, like a demon imprisoned in infinite time, waiting to be lifted up again, to drink, the blood it should have drunk, but failed to drink.

Mu Qingshan stared at the knife, staring at the knife deadly.

So much so that his eyes seemed to glow with a knife.

Squeak.

A soft sound came from outside the door, the door of the council was pushed open from the outside, and an armored Mu Liang stepped in, his steps were heavy, like a heavy hammer knocking a drum.

"Qingshan, the performance of the imperial court has arrived, and the salary of 30,000 soldiers in Jizhou has been cut. "Passing middle age, the man who has been in the horse for half his life said.

Since the new emperor ascended the throne, the life of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty has been getting better and better, but the days of their Mujia army are not as good as day by day, just one year, this has been the third order issued by the imperial court to cut the salary, before and after, cut off the military salary of the Mujia army of more than 100,000 taels, although such an amount will not hurt the muscles and bones, but it also makes the expansion of the Mujia army has been hindered again.

Putting that aside, the point is that the Sacred Heart revealed behind this incident is really disturbing.

At this time, Mu Qingshan, who was sitting on the main seat, suddenly stood up, he took the wrinkled seal from Mu Liang's hand, glanced at it casually, and then said: "Cut it, cut it, the Mu family army and the Tiance Mansion are integrated, plus Lin Yuguo on the Great Yellow City, almost monopolizing half of the military and political affairs of the Great Zhou, if Yuwen Nanjing is really at ease with us ministers, then she is too stupid to do it." ”

Speaking of this, Mu Qingshan walked up to Mu Liang, stared at the man in front of him with a slight smile, and said, "It's a good thing that she knows that we should curb our authority, at least it shows that this Senior Sister Qin is not as stupid as I imagined." ”

Mu Liang was slightly stunned, and he also looked at the king of Northern Xinjiang in front of him, who had just taken over the Mu family army for less than two years.

He was young, looking at his early twenties.

But sometimes, Mu Liang can see a little shadow of Mu Ji from him.

Deep, gloomy, and taciturn, but he can always understand the key to the matter, from the faint disobedience in the Mu family army at the beginning, to the current bow to Mu Qingshan, it only took a few months for the young man in front of him to do this.

Of course, this is very good, Mu Qingshan has enough means to suppress General Mu and train the Mu family's army.

But at the same time, the situation in Dazhou seems to be calm now, but even Mu Liang at the Jizhou border can smell that under this calm and calm, there is the next round of storms that are brewing.

He was a little afraid, afraid that the last man of the herdsman family would follow the old path of Muji.

For the sake of this dynasty, for the sake of the so-called common people, pay some unbearable price.

He has seen too many such situations, from the death of the old Shepherd King in battle, to the slaughter of Mu Tai in the name of a traitor, to Mu Ji, who destroyed 200,000 Great Xia Iron Horsemen, the Mu family has experienced too many betrayals and paid too many costs.

He didn't want that to happen again.

Therefore, he met the gaze of the young king of Northern Xinjiang, and said in an extremely low tone: "The ministers of the Great Xia State Zhujiang have already hoarded hundreds of thousands of troops on the border, and they will definitely come after the autumn..."

"Don't worry, they won't be able to pass the Stegosaurus Pass. Mu Qingshan interrupted the other party with a smile.

"Yuwen Nanjing has established Linglong Pavilion as the state religion, the status of Tiance Mansion is getting worse and worse, and the matter of cutting the domain has just begun, and our plan to expand the army may still be contained. Mu Liang continued, his eyes narrowed, and something was burning in them.

"Why do you want me to do it again? I guess even if Jiang Zhichen is so stupid, then Li Yulin will not fall for this again. Mu Qingshan didn't seem to understand the meaning of Mu Liang's words, and he still had a smile on his face.

The man who was over forty years old finally couldn't stand such temptation and avoidance, his eyes became more and more gloomy at that time, he stared at Mu Qingshan, like a desperate wolf, staring at the head wolf who thought that the horse's head was looking forward: "What can we do if we can hold it, can Yuwen Nanjing let us go?"

"No, it won't. Mu Qingshan's answer came quickly and firmly, "She is not for the sake of cutting the domain, nor is it an imperial power technique, I know very well the character of my junior sister, she just wants us to accompany Xu Han to the funeral." ”

Mu Liang was stunned, he didn't expect Mu Qingshan to see all this so thoroughly.

But this also made him more and more confused, and he said again: "The Mu family has paid enough for Da Zhou. ”

"So what?" the smile on Mu Qingshan's face spread at that time, full of spring.

"We maybe—" Mu Liang was about to blurt out when the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them after all.

It was something that had been embedded in his soul, something that had been branded by the Mujia, and his heart wanted to get rid of him like that, but his soul was saying to him, "No." ”

So he fell silent.

Mu Qingshan could see his struggle.

He smiled, walked up to his uncle, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we won't die at the hands of Da Zhou." ”

Then, Mu Qingshan and Mu Liang staggered by.

He stepped forward and walked over to the silent long knife.

He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips slid lightly across the snow-white blade before landing on the wooden hilt.

He grabbed it.

Clang!

A knife rang out, and he looked at the knife, the blade reflected his face, and the eyes in the knife looked at him.

He said, "I'm going to see it again." ”

"Go and see who took his life!"

"Who is it again, kill the owner of this knife!"

With that, he turned to look at the man who was still stunned.

The corners of his mouth rose: "Let's go and see together." ”