"Wuji has seen his uncle and met the Duke of Chu." In addition to the uncle, there is also Yang Xuangan, who is walking together with the uncle, this son does not dare to slack off, and hurriedly salutes the two. And Li Shimin is also courteous.

"No courtesy. Shimin Xian nephew, your father is looking for you behind, and he thought you were left behind, but it's not like you and Wuji are together. The old man stroked his beard with a smile and smiled at Li Shimin.

"My father is looking for me in the back? The two elders, Brother Wuji, please forgive the younger brother for being rude. Li Shimin hurriedly said goodbye, beat his horse and galloped away towards the road he came.

"Today's scene is also from the hand of the virtuous nephew, right?" Yang Xuangan rode to my side, looked me up and down, and laughed loudly.

I naturally want to be modest, after chatting a few words, Yang Xuangan took the opportunity to invite me and my uncle to his mansion to drink and brag and fart, my son really can't quit, so he can only go back to report with the soldiers around him, and obediently follow my uncle and Yang Xuangan towards the Duke of Chu.

Entered the extremely luxurious Chu State Mansion, followed these two elders to squat in the hall and drink, I saw again, yes, I saw the undefeated version of Lin Qingxia in the East, Fan Bingbing in the undefeated version of the East, and Lin Chiling in the undefeated version of the East......

And Sister Qingxia came to my desk as she did last year to stay in front of my desk and drink for me. "Childe, please use it."

"Thank you" sipped the wine presented by Sister Qingxia, and watched the two old men lewdly get together and mutter, this scene is too similar, exactly the same as the scene last year. I really don't know if the two old men have so much gossip for Mao.

Just as I was talking with emotion, Sister Qingxia Chong showed a faint smile and bowed herself. "Eldest grandson, the slave apologizes to you for the dispute at the time of last year."

"Quarrel with what?" I'm a little curious, what did I argue with this girl last year?

"When I was last year, the slave maid thought that the Great Sui was a million male masters, and Goguryeo should be decided in a war, but you didn't think so, so there was a dispute, I didn't want to, and the words of the son were fulfilled one by one." Sister Qingxia sighed softly, and a pair of clear eyes fell on my face. "The talent of the son, if it is not a slave, it can be compared."

"It's just speculation, before the war is over, no one will know the final result of the road." I'm a little uncomfortable, well, this girl's eyes are too bright, and I can see that Lao Tzu's heart is secretly on fire.

"But Childe was so sure at that time, or rather, he had resolute confidence in the failure of the Great Sui." Sister Qingxia's voice is very small, but in my ears, it is like thunder, my son's eyes are staring at this girl's beautiful face, and I can't wait to slap myself in my heart, grandma's, for Mao Yi likes to behave in front of the beautiful girl, if Sister Qingxia says this, even if this son's life can be saved, I am afraid that he will have to be tossed.

"Don't worry, the slave will not tell outsiders these words." This girl seems to be very smart, and when she sees my gaze and expression, she still has a faint smile on her pretty face, and what she says finally makes me feel a little at ease. "Could it be that the son doesn't believe in slaves?" A pair of watery eyes fell on my face, looking so honest.

"Of course not, if you want to say it, you would have said it a long time ago, so why wait until now." I couldn't help laughing, too, I didn't just say these things to Yang Xiong's old guy, but also to that fox friend and dog, and I also told her.

Perhaps, her trusting eyes will make me leak those words in front of a beautiful girl I don't know.

"Childe can trust the slave and maid so much, the slave and maid are grateful, please ......" Sister Qingxia's pair of sheep's fat jade hands picked up a glass of wine and handed it over. Ben Gongzi unceremoniously took a drink and drank it all.

"By the way, the slave is bold, and I want to pay tribute to the son again, I don't know if the son will allow it?" Sister Qingxia lightly soothed her jade wrist, filled it with another lamp, and handed it to me.

"Uh, what does that mean?" I really don't understand why this girl wants to respect me. The wine Ben Gongzi who just apologized has already drunk it, isn't this girl in love with Ben Gongzi and wants to blame me, and then rob the money and rob the sex?

Well, it looks like I've drunk too much and my thinking has become weird. Even a strange idea appeared.

Sister Qingxia's face turned a little red, it seems that my son's evil thinking just now led to an evil gaze, which made Niu feel pressure, hmm...... It must be like this.

"The slave wants to thank you for writing those scenes of drama that you love or hate." Sister Qingxia lowered her head, and there was a hint of shame in her voice.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's all boring stuff, haven't you been to see it too?" Ben Gongzi smiled a little embarrassedly, picked up the wine cup to block his feverish face, and after drinking a full glass of wine, he wiped his mouth and said with some curiosity.

"Unless there is something wrong with the slave and maid, almost every scene is not pulled." Sister Qingxia raised her head, a pair of watery eyes, under the light, reflecting the brilliance of the wings. There is worship, and there is a hint of unknown emotion.

"Whether it's "Zhao's Orphan", or "Dou E's Injustice......", or "Mulan", Sister Qingxia began to count them with her fingers here, and the titles of the plays were exactly the same, and then listening to her words, I couldn't imagine that this girl was still a fanatical drama fan.

"You've seen them all?" I was taken aback and asked.

"Of course, it's a pity that although the slave maid has also seen the son several times, it's a pity that the son is busy, and the slave and maid are naturally not good to disturb the son. And every time Childe goes to the theater, he will always sit on the second terrace in front of the left. Sister Qingxia smiled slightly, lifted the wine jug, and filled the wine pot again.

"You can often go out and about?" This makes me really curious, Sister Qingxia doesn't seem to be a slave, but like an employee, an ordinary servant, unless there is something, who can come and go at will?

"Well, the prince is very kind to slaves and maids, and he won't care about these little things." Sister Qingxia blinked a little playfully, and a looming dimple appeared on her cheeks.

I really didn't expect that Yang Xuangan was such a generous person, but yes, if he wasn't generous and good at dancing with long sleeves, he wouldn't have been able to gather a rebel army, and he wouldn't have more than a thousand diners.

“…… Virtuous nephew, virtuous nephew? At this moment, I heard the greeting, looked up, and just saw Yang Xuangan, who was drunk and red, beckoning to me with a smile, and next to me, my upright old uncle, who was already snoring at the desk, seemed to be already heroic in the struggle with Yang Xuangan.

Sitting opposite Yang Xuangan, Sister Qingxia continued to pour us wine and food, Yang Xuangan looked at me carefully for a long time, and Fang said with a smile: "...... Virtuous nephew, the old man knows that you are extremely intelligent and far-sighted, listen to what your uncle said, at the beginning of the army of the Son of Heaven last year, you were not optimistic about my army's northern expedition to Goguryeo. At that time, it was really unbelievable to the old man, but after Liaodong, he was shocked to realize that the virtuous nephew actually said it. ”

"Now, His Majesty intends to conquer Goguryeo again, according to the opinion of the virtuous nephew, can this battle be won?" Yang Xuangan still had a friendly smile on his face, but this was too sharp to ask.

"This ...... Maybe you can win, but in the battle to destroy the country, there are too many factors about victory and defeat, and it is difficult for the little nephew to conclude that my Great Sui can be decided in one battle. "The most important thing is that you old boy rebelled when the time came, so that Yang Guang's account was only half beaten and then quickly climbed back, and in the end, he failed to capture Goguryeo, but instead held back his belly and rushed back to slaughter you.

"Oh? It seems that the virtuous nephew is still not optimistic about the northern expedition to Goguryeo. Yang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he returned to normal, but his right hand, which was on his lap but was already clenched, had already revealed his mood.

"Yes, in my opinion, in this battle, even if you are prepared, the victory rate will still not exceed 30%." I took a deep breath and sighed softly, no matter what, for a person like Yang Xuangan who insists on rebelling, my opinion is at most a reference, besides, what if the Son of Heaven wins the Northern Expedition?

I remember that it is recorded in history that Yang Xuangan started his army in May, and Yang Guang withdrew from Liaodong in June, which shows that Yang Xuangan had already made preparations, that is, when Yang Guang was trapped in the battlefield of Goguryeo and it was difficult to withdraw, he would raise troops again.

"Your Majesty is too anxious, and now, Your Majesty is recruiting troops again, and then going to Liaodong, and Shandong is erosive, if Your Majesty's male division goes to Liaodong, I am afraid that it will be in the country, and there will be chaos." Yang Xuangan's eyes were shining, he stroked his long beard, his eyes narrowed, and he had a very kind expression. "Virtuous nephew, the old man knows that you have all the ability and ability, and your wisdom is extraordinary, and now, the old man is ordered by the Son of Heaven to raise and supervise the transportation of grain and grass, I don't know if the virtuous nephew is willing to help the old man?"

Hearing this, I almost subconsciously shook my head, grandma's, with you, it's all a job to send to death, and my son doesn't want to be the first traverser to die because of rebellion.

If you want to choose rebellion, you have to pick a good time, and you have to pick the right person, follow this guy who will definitely finish the game and raise the banner of rebellion.

I first showed a look of surprise and surprise, and then fell into deep thought, for a long time, then I revealed an expression of inseparability, and looked at Yang Xuangan deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle raises love, which really makes Wuji embarrassed, although Wuji is also a child of the martial family, but he has never been proficient in swords, soldiers, bows and horses, not to mention that his mother is weak, and his sister is young, if Wuji leaves home, there is no one in the family who has an idea......"

Yang Xuangan frowned slightly, and nodded: "...... Also, the old man Meng Lang is gone, and the virtuous nephew is not strange. ”