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Zhao Xingyu stood in front of the Weiyang Hall of Putian Palace.

An old man in a big red python robe beside him led dozens of powerful figures in the Great Zhou Dynasty to kneel here.

It was early spring in February, and it was drizzling in the sky.

The group had apparently been kneeling here for a long time, and even this drizzle soaked their clothes and hair. And as if to show some determination, none of them opened this True Yuan barrier to block the rain.

Zhao Xingyu looked up at the already twilight sky a little helplessly, and bowed his head to the old man who was the leader and said, "Mr. Lu, it's not too early, Your Majesty should also rest, it's better to..."

It was just that his kind words of persuasion were interrupted by the old man's sonorous voice before he could finish speaking.

"It's about the lives of the people in the world, the Great Zhou Dynasty has a hundred years of society, Commander Zhao doesn't need to persuade again, if Your Majesty doesn't see the ministers today, the ministers will kneel and die in front of this Weiyang Palace, in order to tell the sages and heroes!"

Zhao Xingyu, who heard this, was slightly stunned, but finally put away the intention of continuing to persuade.

He stood in place and thought for a while, then ordered his guards to look at this group of people, after all, there are many old antiques that are too old, if they are drenched in this rain and spread out, it will not be good for the reputation of the Great Zhou Dynasty or His Majesty, and a group of imperial doctors not far away are already waiting on standby.

After explaining all this, he straightened his clothes and walked into the closed palace gate behind him.

......

Stepping into the hall gate, the candle flame in the hall is leisurely, illuminating the entire hall brilliantly.

On the high platform of the main hall, a woman in a yellow robe is holding a pen and looking at the fold in her hand, which has a thick stack of nearly half a person high on the left and right sides of her desk, Zhao Xingyu knows very well that the stack on the left has not been corrected, and the stack on the right has been annotated.

Although the woman's one is not very beautiful, it has an indescribable taste, which makes Zhao Xingyu inexplicably fascinated.

At this moment, the woman sometimes frowned, sometimes showed her face, as if she was worried about the stack of thick folds in front of her, but this smile and smile all affected Zhao Xingyu's heart.

"What's the matter?" said the woman's voice in the hall.

Zhao Xingyu was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses.

He hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Lu and the others have been kneeling outside the hall for two hours..."

"Oh. The woman did not look up, her attention still focused on the twists and turns in front of her.

"Mr. Lu, Zhang Chengxiang and others are old..."Zhao Xingyu hesitated slightly, but he still couldn't help but say at that time.

"They like to kneel, so let them kneel, it's not bad this time anyway. The woman's voice was extremely calm, and she didn't seem to be moved by Zhao Xingyu's words in the slightest.

And it is indeed as he said, this is not the first time that Mr. Lu and others have done such a thing.

From the beginning of the reactivation of the Long Night Division of Zhu Xian, to the reduction of the military salary allocated to the Jizhou Mujia Army, and now to set the Linglong Pavilion as the state religion, a series of things involve too many interests and entanglements, it is difficult to say a word, the game between the monarch and the minister also happens from time to time, such a similar forced palace kneeling invitation is more frequent, although each has concessions, but the sacred heart is no longer Tiance Mansion This kind of thing is already a matter that the court knows well.

Take, for example, the establishment of a state religion.

Tiance Mansion is for the Great Zhou, first of all, he is not an organization established by the imperial court, and secondly, although each rotation of the palace lord has a decree issued by the court, but in fact, the selection of the new mansion lord is decided by the current mansion lord himself, and the imperial court's appointment order is, in a sense, the symbolic meaning far exceeds the practical significance.

In the final analysis, Tiance Mansion is a thing between the Jianghu sect and the imperial court.

In other words, Tiance Mansion can be regarded as the state religion of the Great Zhou, but this status is not as pronounced as Longyin Temple is to Great Xia, but more like some kind of tacit consensus.

And the Linglong Pavilion, who was friendly with Zhu Xian, was set as the state religion, and the meaning behind this could not be more obvious - to suppress the now powerful Tiance Mansion.

No emperor would like to like the existence of such a behemoth in the land he ruled, and of course Zhao Xingyu also understood the thoughts of the unprecedented empress in front of him.

But he still couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Daxia is going through the army again, and the spies in front have brought a tip-off. It is likely that the ministers of the Great Xia State Zhujiang will lead a large army to suppress the border after the autumn, and the Mujia army is deeply entrenched in Jizhou to resist strong enemies, and His Majesty may still need to rely on it..."

This is naturally a tactful enough to say, but the meaning of it could not be clearer, without the support of the Mujia army, the Great Zhou would not be able to defend the Sword Dragon Pass.

It seemed to notice that Zhao Xingyu was talking more today than in the past, and the empress raised her head at that time, looked at the young commander of the forbidden army, and said with a smile: "Some people in this world are very strange..."

"They care more about honor than anything else..."

"For example, the king of Northern Xinjiang, even if my elder brother slaughtered his entire family, didn't he still clear all obstacles for my Great Zhou?"

"In this great Zhou world, anyone can commit rebellion, but his herdsman will never be able to do such a thing. ”

The woman's tone was extremely calm when she said this, but there was a certainty in the calm that was difficult to question.

Zhao Xingyu has heard of the border battle, and he is even more fascinated by the Mu family army in his heart, this iron-blooded army that has faced Great Xia for hundreds of years on the Sword Dragon Pass, compared to the 100,000 halberds under his uncle Zhao Wang Zhao Chu, I am afraid it is even better.

He was somewhat puzzled because of this, and couldn't help but ask again: "Since Your Majesty believes in this Mujia Army so much, why do you bother..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Xingyu paused, he felt that it was somewhat inappropriate to ask such a question, after all, questioning the emperor is not something that a minister should do, so he accepted the handle and fell silent.

But the words have come to such an extent, how can the woman not hear the words?

The empress, who has always been gentle, sank her eyebrows at that time, and a hideous color floated on her eyebrows: "Because... He's involved in things he shouldn't be involved in..."

"Count the people who shouldn't be counted..."

......

Zhao Xingyu's mind was heavy and calm, and he came to the door of a mansion called Linglong Mansion in the night.

As the name suggests, the gate of this mansion is now inhabited by the immortal from the Linglong Pavilion and a group of disciples under him.

There was a secret decree hidden in his arms, what was the content of the secret decree, Yuwen Nanjing did not tell him, but he could probably guess one or two of them. Yuwen Nanjing seems to have made up his mind to eradicate Tiance Mansion, and as the most important ally of Tiance Mansion, the Jizhou Mujia Army, who also has a deep blood feud with Zhu Xian, is obviously counted as a thorn in Yuwen Nanjing's side and a thorn in the flesh.

This is evident from this.

Zhao Xingyu couldn't judge whether such an approach was right or wrong, but he felt very uncomfortable.

It's like being burdened with a thousand pounds of weight on your chest.

He admired Yuwen Nanjing, and from the first time he saw the woman that day, he was sure of his heart.

If Yuwen Nanjing's move was just to consolidate his royal power, although it was difficult for Zhao Xingyu to accept, he could handle it safely, after all, he grew up on the edge of Youzhou, and he didn't have much feeling about the royal power disputes in the Central Plains.

But he knew very well that the most fundamental reason for Yuwen Nanjing's approach was because...

Because of the man named Xu Han.

That Heavenly Ce Mansion Master who is already dead!

Regarding what happened in the Chang'an Rebellion where Huangquan was replaced, although the big names were secretive about it, Zhao Xingyu still vaguely heard some gossip, and it seemed that because of this, Yuwen Nanjing blamed Xu Han's death on a cadre represented by Tiance Mansion.

For Xu Han, Yuwen Nanjing can do this, so what is Xu Han's status in Yuwen Nanjing's heart, this is not difficult for Zhao Xingyu to guess.

Thinking of this, he not only became more and more irritable.

But he couldn't go against Yuwen Nanjing's intention after all, so he gritted his teeth at that time and walked into the gate of the mansion in front of him.

......

It is rumored in the world that Linglong Pavilion is a place to save lives and help the wounded.

His medical skills are enough to crown the world, and for Linglong Pavilion, Zhao Xingyu's senses are quite good, but when he followed this disciple-like servant into the door of this mansion, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Whether it was the decoration in the mansion gate, or the disciples of the Linglong Pavilion who had seen them along the way, they were all incompatible with the Linglong Pavilion in Zhao Xingyu's impression, their faces were silent, and most of them had an indescribable cold aura around them, and even the entire mansion gate seemed to be shrouded in this thin layer of brown aura, which made Zhao Xingyu extremely uncomfortable.

"It's here. While thinking about this, the disciple in front of Zhao Xingyu who led the way suddenly stopped, and his voice sounded at that time, just like the strange aura in this mansion, cold and low, like the whispering of a mountain ghost in the forest, which was creepy.

Zhao Xingyu came back to his senses, he looked up but saw that he had come to the door of a house at some point.

"Master is waiting here for your lordship. The disciple's cold voice sounded again.

Zhao Xingyu glanced at the disciple, only to see that the other party lowered his eyes and lowered his head, his face was pale, not like a living person, he didn't want to stay for a long time, so he hurriedly nodded and thanked the person, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

It's just that the scene in this door is as good as the door of the house.

In the door of the room, there was obviously a candle flame, but it was deep, and Zhao Xingyu could only vaguely see the old man sitting on the high platform with white hair scattered, and his eyes were glowing with a faint red light, like a wolf in the forest watching his prey.

Under the gaze of that gaze, Zhao Xingyu secretly felt that his qi and blood were not smooth, and his face was slightly ugly.

"The commander of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army, Zhao Xingyu, has seen an immortal!" he hurriedly bowed to the old man. lest the number of etiquette be sluggish, and anger the immortal.

"Hmm. The old man on the high platform responded like this, I don't know if he didn't understand Zhao Xingyu's origin, or if he looked down on him in his heart. This kind of behavior made Zhao Xingyu's face change slightly, but he didn't know how to continue this topic.

"Hehe, Commander Zhao has worked hard all the way, I don't know why I've come here?"

But at this moment, another voice suddenly sounded in his ears, Zhao Xingyu was stunned, he looked sideways, but saw a figure in a purple robe standing not far from him, perhaps because the sky in this door was too dark, or the impact of this immortal on him was too strong, Zhao Xingyu did not notice the existence of the other party at the first time, although he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly at the moment, but Zhao Xingyu, who had done enough homework before this, quickly guessed the identity of the other party.

"This is the master disciple of the Sikong Immortal, the master of the Song Hall. He hurriedly bowed his hand to the man, "In the name of Your Majesty, I will send a secret decree to the Sikong Immortal..."

"Put it there. But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the old man on the high platform.

Zhao Xingyu, who was already deeply affected by the secret intention in his arms, was stunned when he heard this, and a touch of anger inevitably came to his heart.

He was a little dissatisfied, in a sense, he could be regarded as half of Yuwen Nanjing's spokesperson, Si Bai's attitude was so arrogant, this was something that Zhao Xingyu had never encountered since he took over as the commander of the forbidden army, he frowned, but he didn't dare to contradict this immortal after all, so he could only hand over the secret decree and send it to the Song Hall Master beside him, and then he resigned.

......

With a sense of anger, Zhao Xingyu angrily walked out of the gate of Linglong Mansion, and when he was about to scold twice This blank and arrogant and arrogant eyes were empty, but a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Commander Zhao!"

Zhao Xingyu subconsciously turned his head to look, but saw that the person who came was the Song Hall Master.

He was slightly stunned and asked, "Hall Master Song, what is this?"

"Hehe, Commander Zhao has worked hard, and Song wants to give the commander a ride. Song Yueming said with a smile.

This is probably the first smiling face that Zhao Xingyu saw in Linglong's mansion, he didn't have any ill feelings towards this Song Yueming, but he couldn't figure out the other party's thoughts, but after all, he still didn't say anything, nodded at that time, and said: "Since the hall master is so gracious, then please." ”

At that time, the two walked side by side on the streets of Chang'an City that gradually fell silent.

"Keqing lately..."Song Yueming opened her mouth and asked, but she felt that it was inappropriate before she could say anything, and hurriedly changed her words: "I mean Your Majesty has been doing lately?"

Zhao Xingyu probably understood the previous experience of Yuwen Nanjing, listening to Song Yuanming's words, it seemed that he was quite close to Yuwen Nanjing before, he had no intention of pursuing it, so he simply nodded and responded: "Your Majesty is a god body, naturally there will be no harm, but now it is busy at noon, and Daxia is restless, so I am often worried." ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Xingyu frowned slightly, and seemed to be worried about this matter.

Song Yueming on the side looked at Zhao Xingyu at this moment, and he suddenly laughed: "It seems that Commander Zhao is very worried about Your Majesty." ”

I don't know if it was because he was poked in the center, or if the smile in Song Yueming's eyes at the moment was too meaningful, Zhao Xingyu's heart was inexplicably tight, and he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty takes care of every day every day, and it is your duty and duty to share your worries for your majesty for your ministers." ”

It's just that as soon as he said this, he himself felt a bit of a taste of wanting to cover up, and his face suddenly turned red.

"I understand it below. Song Yueming nodded again and again, but he did not pursue this matter, but changed his words, and his tone suddenly lowered a little: "Your Majesty wants to establish Linglong Pavilion as the state religion, Commander Zhao thinks he knows, right?"

"Huh?" Zhao Xingyu was stunned again when he heard this, he naturally knew about this matter, but Song Yueming mentioned this matter suddenly, could it be that he wanted to buy him off and fuel the trouble? After all, once it was established as a state religion, the value of Linglong Pavilion would naturally rise, and as the only disciple of Si Bai Immortal, the biggest beneficiary would naturally be Song Yueming in front of him. Thinking of this, Zhao Xingyu's face sank, and he was about to refuse.

"Then presumably how Emperor Tai Yuan died, and how His Majesty inherited the unification, Commander Zhao should also be clear, right?" But Song Yueming's voice sounded again at that time.

Zhao Xingyu frowned slightly, but he couldn't figure out Song Yueming's thoughts, and he said in a deep voice: "It is said that it is Sikong Immortal who holds the Xingtian Sword for the world, and in addition to this faint monarch, there is now a peaceful and prosperous era under the control of His Majesty." ”

"What is this Heavenly Sword, and can Commander Zhao know?" Song Yueming asked again.

"The ancient fierce sword, which was originally guarded by the Sword Tomb, was stolen by the sea flow, it is rumored that this sword is fierce and evil, holding this sword, the son can kill his father, and the minister can kill ..."The last word swirls in Zhao Xingyu's mouth, but he can't spit it out, and a strong look of shock appeared on his face. At that time, he turned his head to look at the purple-robed young man on the side, and finally didn't know how to continue.

At that time, Song Yueming's eyes narrowed, and the cold light in his eyes was great: "Then can the commander know where the sword is now?"

"Naturally, it's in the hands of Sikong Immortals..."Zhao Xingyu realized.

"What kind of status the state religion is, it can satisfy the appetite of ordinary people, but it may not satisfy the appetite of an immortal. Song Yueming said calmly.

Zhao Xingyu's expression was suddenly complicated, he understood how much of a threat this matter was to the imperial power, but he didn't understand why Song Yueming, as the successor of His Excellency Linglong's first head of the sect, would do such a thing?

"The Commander doesn't have to think about it. As if seeing the other party's doubts, Song Yueming smiled slightly and reached out to pat Zhao Xingyu's shoulder, and said in his mouth: "Your Majesty and I are brothers and sisters who have experienced life and death, and my concern for Your Majesty is by no means lighter than that of the commander, but one side is a teacher who is as kind as a mountain, and the other side is my respected Majesty. ”

"Huh?" At this time, Zhao Xingyu had probably completely let go of his vigilance against Song Yueming, he took a step forward, looked straight at the young man in front of him, and waited for his follow-up.

But Song Yueming didn't say much, but smiled and took out a thing from his arms and handed it to Zhao Xingyu's hand.

Zhao Xingyu looked at it fixedly, but saw that it seemed to be a sealed letter, he was quite puzzled and was about to ask.

I saw his body retreat, straightening his clothes with a straight face, and then bowed to Zhao Xingyu from afar, and said in his mouth.

"This letter contains a perfect law, and I hope that the commander will hand it over to His Majesty. ”

"Great Zhou Sheji, Your Majesty's safety is at stake at the moment, and I hope that the commander will not fail Your Majesty. ”