When night falls, red candles light the snow, green flowers dye ink, and red carved beams and paintings sway in the swaying light and shadow.

A few days after the half-decay case, the old man was expressionless, not angry and arrogant.

The tuk tuk sounded, and there was a light knock.

After a long silence in the room, the old man slowly spit out: "No bolt, come in." ”

With a squeak, Xiahou Chun tiptoed in, smiling with a smile: "Old Shangshu hasn't slept yet." ”

The old man's eyes were gloomy, and he burst out coldly: "Do you really not want to fight?" ”

Xiahou Chun was stunned, a little confused.

The old man stared at him with a deep tone, and said slowly: "That demon concubine will harm Your Majesty first, and then drive Zhang Xiang, the entire three central provinces will be in her hands, if you don't take action, Taikang will be in danger, and Dongjing will be in danger!" ”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, and Xiahou Chun's breath was suffocated, and he was silent.

On the inky black lamp, the flames jumped, and the spilled light seemed to dispel all shadows, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not shine on the squalor and darkness beneath them.

The old man's eyes were cold, as if he was disappointed and regretful, his originally upright figure gradually became rickety, and he was about to provoke people.

Xiahou Chun's eyes drooped, and he couldn't figure out whether this was a temptation or an admonition, after all, he had died once, and he didn't dare to be killed by the dove for the second time because he got carried away.

He squirmed his thin lips, and the corners of his mouth said bitterly: "It's not that this palace doesn't want to fight, it's really ...... I have a weak heart. ”

People are old and kind-hearted, for the veteran of the two dynasties who made Emperor Taizong favored, his life has been ups and downs, and he has seen too many phoenix waves, but he has been in Dongjing for decades, and he still stands like a rock in the sea, and the deep meaning contained in it is naturally intriguing.

Xiahou Chun knows very well that for an existence like Song Xi, who has seen the ups and downs of the world, he will be more rational, calm, and even cold-blooded about the rise and fall of dynasties.

But whenever there is a change of dynasty, the vast majority of them will look on coldly, or go with the flow, and say in the beautiful name that 'all things change, reincarnation circulates, and has its own number of days, how can mortals disobey it', and then watch from the wall and then grab the greatest benefits for themselves and for the thousand-year-old family behind them is what they want to do most.

After Emperor Taizong killed half of the imperial court, they still stood unshakably above the Dongjing Imperial Court, and they were like evergreen trees.

Especially in the officialdom, the attainments have long been tempered, stealing the sky and changing the day, and the golden cicada shelling technique is more slippery than one another, and it is even better at eliminating disasters and reducing disasters.

In the eyes of these existences, it is easy to grasp a prince who has no power and no power, and is even at risk of being deposed at any time.

Don't look at Xiahou Chun's step out of Taikang, killing and slashing in the west, the left voice 'real people are just like this', and the right voice 'ask Sword Tiandu Peak', these are just the ignorance and arrogance of his newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

Of course, it is unknown whether this is the label of 'stupid prince' deliberately created by Xiahou Chun, but it is undeniable that for Song Xi, who has been immersed in the way of being an official for half his life, Xiahou Chun in front of him still seems a little naïve and immature.

Xiahou Chun knows very well that in front of these old foxes, remember not to play with power tricks, or that the current Xiahou Chun is not qualified to pretend to be deep in them, don't look at the other party just now who shook Murong Yan with a cold face, but who knows that he didn't sigh at this woman's honesty and perseverance?

Even just now he seemed to be kind and kind to Xiahou Chun at the door, with a loving and gentle demeanor, but who could know what this patriarch of one of the nine clans of Dongjing was thinking?

Is it to abandon the century-old reputation that Song Valve has worked hard to accumulate and assist Xiahou Chun in plotting rebellion?

Or did he abandon the friendship of kings and ministers for many years, captured Xiahou Chun, and secretly gave it to Taikang as a congratulatory gift?

People's hearts are separated from the belly, and if they don't open it, no one knows whether they are black-hearted and red-hearted.

The person next to the pillow can still turn against each other, and the brother can also be against the wall, not to mention the stranger who has only one side.

Therefore, although Xiahou Chun has respect for this old Shangshu who has praised him repeatedly, he has not lost his basic vigilance and vigilance.

I saw Xiahou Chun bowing his head slightly, and said with a wry smile helplessly: "And Xiahou knows that even if he wants to fight, he can't fight, so instead of seeking his own death, it is better to take a step back, maybe it is not necessary to be able to open the sky and the sky." ”

Bang!!!

The old man suddenly became furious and rebuked: "Stupid! Take a step back? Could it be that you still expect that demon concubine to open up to you? ”

"Have you forgotten that cup of poisoned wine? Do you want to die again? ”

The old man's angry words of hatred for iron and steel burst out, like a thunderbolt exploding in Xiahou Chun's ears, blasting him to the point of being scorched inside and tender outside, and his heart was shaken by it.

But it was not only the old man's angry shouting, but also the words he spit out, could it be that he knew that he was from a foreign land?

Unexpectedly, before he could ask, the old man said exhaustively: "The old man doesn't know how you escaped in the first place, but you must also know that no matter how much patience you make, the demon concubine will never give you a way to live!" ”

The old man was as imposing as a tiger, his eyes were eagle-eyed, he pressed the desk, leaned forward slightly with his upper body, stared at Xiahou Chun, and said word by word: "That is to say, whether you rebel or not, the demon concubine must kill you!" ”

These words, like a bolt of lightning, instantly woke up Xiahou Chun, his pupils widened, as if he had a look of disbelief.

But then the shocked eyes gradually emerged anger, sadness, helplessness and strong resentment, his face was blue and white, uncertain, sometimes showing a crazy and ruthless demeanor, sometimes like a smile is not a smile weird and gloomy, or desolate laughter, grief-stricken, like the end of a hero, endless desolation, endless unwillingness.

The old man's eyes gradually softened, and there was a look of relief, his tone was kind, and his voice was like a warm spring breeze, blowing slowly, and it was a scorching winter sun, blazing but not scorching, warming his heart, "It seems that you have understood your situation." ”

For a long time, Xiahou Chun's eyes were blood-red, staring at Song Xi deadly, his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "What should I do?" ”

The old man sighed secretly, shook his head and said: "The matter has come to this, even if Taizong is reborn, he can't help the building to fall and turn the tide." ”

Xiahou Chun's face was miserable when he heard this, seeing Song Xi's long sigh, as if he wanted to speak and stopped, he immediately realized, his face showed a look of enlightenment, and immediately lifted his trouser robe, poof, knelt down directly on one knee, and said in a deep voice almost gritting his teeth: "Please Lao Shangshu save me!" ”

"Alas, I can't help it, why did Your Highness make this great gift, isn't this the birthday of the old man."

The old man's face changed slightly, and he immediately bypassed the desk, walked quickly to Xiahou Chun, and helped him up.

Xiahou Chun said with a wry smile: "The kid is dull, and he doesn't seek to understand anything during his studies; After observing the government, he also knew nothing about the national policy advice of his father and the old ministers of the cabinet, and it was difficult to know the root cause. ”

He looked depressed, and said in a trance: "I am a prodigal, how can I be responsible? ”

If the Taikang courtiers heard this, they were afraid that they would directly spray him to death with a mouthful of spit.

But the old man has been at home all these years, and he doesn't know the scene of Xiahou Chun's admonition to kill Wei Boyu, otherwise, I'm afraid it will be creepy.

When Song Xi heard this, he patted him on the shoulder with a look of relief, and said with a smile: "You are my prince of Dajing, the foundation of the country, and you are also burdened with the rejuvenation of my Dajing, how can you be so arrogant?" ”

The corners of Xiahou Chun's mouth were bitter, and he could only wave his hand again and again, not daring to say more.

The old man's smile gradually retracted, and his deep gaze looked directly at Xiahou Chun, and after a long time, he asked abruptly, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't believe me?" ”

Xiahou Chun was stunned, "Where did Lao Shangshu say this?" ”

"Because His Highness is still hiding it." The old man spat out a sentence faintly.

"I don't know how to believe it?" Xiahou Chun was helpless and asked with a wry smile.

Song Xi said meaningfully: "Maybe the prince doesn't see the rabbit and doesn't scatter the eagle, then the old man will let you see the sincerity." ”

After saying that, he slapped the two slaps, squeaked, and the door opened, and a familiar face came into view.

Xiahou Chun's pupils shrank, and his body tightened.

After the man saluted Song Xi respectfully, he smiled at Xiahou Chun and said, "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”

The person who came, it was Wei Boyu!

At the beginning, this person was 'committed suicide' from the prison of the Criminal Department, Xiahou Chun felt strange, but he didn't think about it at the time, and then met this 'dead and resurrected' servant in the Eastern Capital, and was shocked for a while, and then listened to Yang Zhong explain that he was robbed by someone, and then gradually relieved the doubts in his heart.

But after parting from the eastern capital, the two parted ways, Xiahou Chun wanted to prepare for the army to go north, and Wei Boyu said that he could help Xiahou Chun, but he didn't say it in detail at the time, and now it seems that it is the matter of contacting the Shen family and the Liu family?

But why do you always feel that the hidden cat is not so simple, heh, no matter what, at least it can be determined that there is a mysterious force hidden between Wei Boyu, Yang Zhong and Liu Yu and others.

The strength and energy of this mysterious force are so strong that once they are exposed to the public eye, I am afraid that they will exceed everyone's imagination.

Xiahou Chun's heart set off a monstrous wave, but his face was silent, and after frowning slightly, he stepped forward, helped him up, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't you go to visit the Liu family with Liu Yuliu?" How is it here? ”

When Wei Boyu heard this, he subconsciously looked at Song Xi, but saw that the other party looked calm, and the old god was there.

After thinking about it for a while, he replied: "Your Highness, I really don't hide it, I was originally invited by Song Lao to help His Highness contact the Liu clan and the Shen clan, so as to prepare grain and grass for the army going north for military supplies. ”

He paused and smiled, "Of course, the reason why the lowly post was able to escape from the prison of the Criminal Department was also because of the rescue of the master. ”

Rescue from the division? Could it be that this is a person from Xuanzong?

Xiahou Chun squinted slightly.

At this time, the old man Song Xi slowly spoke: "Your Highness, can you guess who we are now?" ”

Xiahou Chun's lips moved, the bright light in his eyes flickered, revealing a trace of understanding and relief, and he gently spit out two words: "Confucianism." ”

Confucianism, along with Taoism and Buddhism, is listed as one of the three religions.

It was created by the saint's disciple Master Yan, and his disciples are all over the world, north and south of the country.

All those who hold the scroll are Confucianists.

Anyone who holds the writer belongs to Confucianism.

Anyone who recites the Four Books and the Five Classics is a Confucian disciple.

You and I are all in Confucianism.

This is a sect with more disciples than Buddhism, a wider territory than Taoism, and a weaker power than Buddhism.

However, no one dares to ignore it.

Because, all the ministers in the world are Confucians.

"Now, are you willing to rebel?"