After losing Chen An's traces, Yuan Jie and the others in the Changshi Mansion were shocked by the changes in the front yard, and they didn't dare to chase after them for fear of being diverted from the mountain, but quickly rushed to Jiang Tai's main house.

The battle here has also ended, the hall is messy, and the three of them stepped inside, and what they saw was Jiang Tai, who was sitting facing the door.

"My lord", the three of them bowed and asked, puzzled, "How can there be two waves of people?"

Jiang Tai looked like he was in his thirties, his lips and beards were thick and black, his chin was beardless, his face was white, he looked weak, his neat robe showed no traces of the fight just now, his voice was clear and magnetic, and he replied meaningfully: "Maybe it's a wave of people?"

"How about the person who confronts the adult?" the white-clothed scribe asked urgently, his tone was modest, but there was no fear, it seemed that the two sides were only cooperating, not subordinate.

Jiang Tai didn't care, his face was calm, and he didn't have the slightest anger of being attacked by someone, and said truthfully: "That person has good skills, he comes and goes like the wind, and he didn't see it for a while, what about your side?"

The white-clothed scribe and the kite looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then said truthfully: "I haven't seen a peerless one, but according to our judgment, it seems to be from the Guanghan Gao family, a new peerless master, a thousand-faced sword monarch Yueyi." ”

If Chen An heard this, he would be stunned, he didn't expect that his heels would not only be found out so quickly, but also spread all over the northwest, and even had a nickname. As everyone knows, there are only so many peerless masters in the entire Northern Regions, and suddenly a person who seems to have no background on the surface suddenly appeared, how could he not be investigated.

After finishing speaking, the white-clothed scribe was puzzled again: "Could it be that this thousand-faced sword is also the same person, so what kind of conflict did he have with the Guanghan Gao family?"

Jiang Tai's tone was still calm: "Unfounded things, don't guess, we just need to do our own thing, but you have been exposed, it's best to find another one." Kite Jie's Yinfeng Pavilion is a good place, but is Shen Yi reliable?"

"Infallible," replied Iris, "this prostitute is the son of a certain family that has been cultivated since childhood, and is not inferior to that of a family. ”

Jiang Tai looked at the trivial things on the ground, and kept an indifferent attitude and said: "You don't have to guarantee it, you can be sure of it, now you can go yourself, the official still has some things to deal with, so I won't send it away, and I hope you forgive me for the neglect." His tone was a little indifferent, but it was more aimed at Kite, although Jiang Tai was born in Confucianism, but he was not a famous disciple, and he accompanied King Xuan to guard the northern Xinjiang for many years, and he has never had a good impression of Hu Ren.

The white-clothed scribe is also from a family, so he naturally heard the coldness of Jiang Tai's tone, and he was also helpless about this, although the two sides were in a cooperative relationship, they were far from being intimate, so the leader hurriedly saluted Jiang Tai, and then left with Yuan Jie and others.

The three of them walked to the door, and the white-clothed scribe took the nine-foot giant man to say goodbye to the kite's masterpiece again: "Brother kite, we have another place to go, so we won't go with you, and I hope to remember the agreement, we will wait for you at that time." ”

Kite Jie hurriedly replied: "That's natural, I'll leave here." ”

When he came to Yinfeng Pavilion, Kite Jie did not alarm anyone, but flashed into Shen Yi's room.

Shen Yi, who was lazily lying on the rocking bed, did not have the consciousness of having a child as he said earlier, nor was he the slightest surprised by the sudden appearance of Yuanjie, as if he had known that he would come, leisurely, and asked casually: "What's the matter?"

"Do you know where he came from?"

Shen Yi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It seems that there are variables." ”

"Doesn't it have anything to do with you?" said Iris, who didn't change his questioning expression.

"You doubt me?" Shen Yi asked amusefully, "What's in it for me to spoil your business?"

She didn't say anything to confront and prove her innocence, first, if that person really had a problem, he would have fled, and second, she didn't have to prove anything to Kite.

"I hope it has nothing to do with you. Yuan Jie said word by word: "Also, can your master really guarantee that King Xuan can't cast a golden body?" ”

Shen Yi didn't care about Kite's words, and still said calmly: "Don't worry, we can not only ensure that King Xuan can't cast a golden body, but also do all the things we promised you." ”

"I hope so. After saying this, Iris turned and left.

Leaving only Shen Yi with a pensive face, for a long time, she seemed to have figured out something, walked to the dressing table and sat down, spread out a roll of pink paper, and hurriedly wrote it with a pen.

After writing, he folded the paper into a star, called Lu Qi, and handed out the letterhead after a few words.

Lu Qi took the letterhead, without any extra words, it was obviously not the first time she had done such a thing, she left the Yinfeng Pavilion with ease, and disappeared into the morning light that was gradually becoming lively.

......

Mingtang is towering, reaching into the sky.

A little eunuch hurriedly ran in and handed a pink letterhead to the hand of Husband Hu, the chief manager of Mingtang.

Old man Hu's face was old, his white eyebrows were lowered, his drooping eyelids were raised, he looked at the star-shaped crease on the letterhead, waved his hand and sent the little eunuch, turned around and walked into the depths of the Ming Hall, and came to Diyun Ting, who was holding a book of poetry and trying to annotate the meaning of the scriptures, handed it over respectfully, and opened his mouth to explain: "The Northern Butterfly Dance is twenty-eight, there is news." ”

Di Yunting's expression moved, he took the letterhead, shook it with his hand, and browsed it, the corners of his mouth gradually outlined a shallow smile, and he shook his head and said, "Zhangye Jiang family, what a big stroke." ”

sighed like this, he seemed to think of something, turned his head to Hu's husband and said: "Hu Wei, you go and give an order, order the northern poor, Pixiu, and all the butterfly dance departments are dormant, do business that should be done, and Shengge who should be sheng songs, don't pay attention to any changes." ”

Hu Wei habitually bowed down to answer the order, but hesitated slightly, straightened up and hesitated.

Di Yunting noticed his actions and smiled: "Old Hu, if there is anything you want to ask, you can ask directly." ”

That is, Emperor Yunting is easy-going on weekdays, but it is an ordinary rich family, and the servants question the master's decision, and they have already been killed, let alone the emperor's place. But this is also where the emperor's mind lies, the world is all about the ninety-five should be a word, the cadres are arbitrary, but they don't know that the real virtuous emperor is by no means a rigid and self-serving, they have a whole team of prime ministers to assist, and they believe in the truth that if you listen to it, you will believe in it and believe it in the dark.

Of course, only with this kind of demeanor can the people around you give full play to their strengths, see the hope of promotion, let more people come to follow, and recruit more talents. Therefore, if you want to get to that position, even if you are really a stubborn person, you must show an attitude of humility and acceptance.

What's more, Emperor Yunting itself has this kind of bearing, not a disguise, from this point of view, although he has not ascended to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, he already has the demeanor of an emperor.

Hu Wei has been following Di Yunting for many years, understands his temperament, listens to this, relies on his closeness, and asks bluntly: "Lord Wang, this is a good opportunity, why give up?"

"What a good opportunity?" Di Yunting asked with a smile before he said: "Di Heng has been guarding the land of the four wars in Yunzhou for many years, and he is a generation of grandmasters, how can this be done by the arrogance and arrogance described by the outside world. Zhen Guogong once commented on his person, with the posture of a dragon. How could such a character fall into a dead end because of the two sons competing for succession. ”

Regarding Di Yunting's statement, Hu Wei was a little moved, but he still argued: "But behind his fourth son Emperor Heng is the Zhangye Jiang family, and behind the sixth son Emperor Huan is suspected of being a fairy gate, and the origin is not small, he is a grandmaster in the Diheng District, can he really resist?"

Di Yunting smiled confidently, even though he was convinced that the more he argued, the clearer he became, but he still replied with a little contempt for Hu Wei's question: "It has nothing to do with the size of the force, without the leadership of a tiger, no matter how big the force is, it is just a group of sheep." The Jiang family in Zhangye has declined, and since the death of the general Jiang Zheng, although the Jiang family has been inherited from the grandmaster, there has always been a lack of characters who can suppress the four yi. And Xianmen, heh......"

A "heh" word exhausts the contempt for Xianmen, since ancient times, emperors have no good impression of this group of transcendent guys, although Di Yunting is not an emperor yet, but it is not far away, if Di Yunting is allowed to choose between Di Heng and Xianmen, he will definitely choose to stand on Di Heng's side, and would rather divide the feudal town than allow Waiyi to interfere, Xianmen is not even better than Wai Yi for Daqian.

Hu Wei was a little stunned, but he was still surprised and asked: "Since King Xuan is so high-level, how can he let the situation develop to this point, is all this King Xuan's game? So what is he for?"

This question made the smile on Di Yunting's face gradually retract, and he was not satisfied, but a little memory gradually surfaced in his heart, blinded his eyes, and hoarse his voice. He sighed gloomily, and only replied after a long time: "Parents love their children, and they have far-reaching plans for it." ”

Hu Wei was stunned by this brainless sentence: "In the matter of fighting for succession, the ones who are in front must be Di Jue and Di Huan, they are both the sons of King Xuan, and the palms and backs of their hands are full of meat, no matter how eloquent King Xuan is, it is not easy to choose, right?"

Di Yunting didn't answer again, a rare trace of warmth appeared on his face, and he instructed Hu Wei: "Gu remembers that last time Tang Taifu sent a thousand-year-old blood ginseng, you let the people below cook the porridge, and then Gu will personally send it to his father." ”

......

Zhang Ye, Jiang family.

Jiang Cheng twisted his white beard under his chin, looked at the continuous houses and palaces, looked at the clansmen and relatives who were busy among them, and sighed deeply. He asked the same white-haired old man behind him, "Has Si'er already made a move?"

The old man bowed slightly, this was not just a salute, but more of a subconscious act under heavy pressure, his voice was as old as his appearance, and he replied in a slow voice: "According to the news from Yunzhou, this is indeed the case. ”

"Hey," Jiang Cheng sighed again, his voice trembled, but he said firmly: "Open the ancestral hall tomorrow and remove the four sons of their clan." ”

His voice was not loud, but it exploded in the ears of the white-haired old man like a thunderbolt, causing the latter's eyes to widen, and he looked incredulous, unable to speak for a long time.

Jiang Cheng turned around and looked at the other party's white hair and beard, as if he saw himself in the mirror, as a grandmaster at the peak of martial arts, he was so old, he was really incompetent. Such a realization made him hide his melancholy and emotion, faded away from hesitation and hesitation, restored the majesty of the giant at the helm of the family, and repeated solemnly and solemnly: "Spread the word to the whole clan, open the ancestral hall to define Jiang Yan and others as rebels, remove the clan registration, and choose the day to fall." ”

The white-haired old man was excited, he didn't dare to argue, leaned over to take the order, turned around and was about to pass on the knowledge of the housekeepers in the family, and when he left, he inadvertently heard a faint word coming out behind him, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was explaining, with desolation and helplessness.

"King Xuan is unpredictable, I can't afford to gamble, the Jiang family, I can't afford to gamble. ”

......

Yunzhou, Shangluo, among the palaces.

Jiang Tai was outside a secret room, facing the figure in the window, bowing down, and replied: "All have entered the game." ”