Jiuwu withdrew his thoughts from the meeting back then, shifted his eyes slightly, omitted most of the details of the Battle of the Falling Valley, and spoke lightly to the old man in the cold wind behind him.

"In the Battle of the Dumping Valley, General Zhou was seriously injured and died for me, and it wasn't until he was guarding his soul that he discovered Xiao Xiang's tricks, but the strategy had already been soaked in water and was not visible... Xiao Xiang hasn't answered my question yet."

"The Holy One was able to break the crowd with a small number, which was really beyond the expectations of the ministers... The old minister has also replied to the Holy One before, everything is determined by heaven, and the minister does not dare to speak falsely." Xiao Xiang frowned slightly, and when he saw the saint's gaze turning, he raised his head slightly and looked at the stars in the night sky.

The saint turned around, and also turned to the stars in the sky with Xiao Xiang's gaze, and muttered: "Since Xiao Xiang is here for the troubled hexagram, then I will discuss this star with Xiao Xiang."

Without waiting for Xiao Xiang to speak, the saint twisted the jade in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "In Xiao Xiang's mansion before, didn't Xiao Xiang say that I couldn't take his life? If it weren't for him tonight, Xiao Xiang would still be reluctant to enter the palace, right?"

"The Holy One has misunderstood, the minister came tonight, not for him, but for the Holy One, to be exact, for His Royal Highness King Ning." The old man waited for the saint to finish speaking, and then stroked his beard and spoke slowly.

The jade held a pause, the saint's eyes were slightly condensed, and when he looked at the old man, he had secretly condensed the waves, looked at it for a moment, and finally regained his composure and said, "What does the gentleman mean by this?"

"The art of stargazing was taught to the saint, and I know that the saint will be able to see the stars tonight, but it is not him who is entrenched and entangled in this star position... It's His Royal Highness King Ning."

The saint's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "How can you see it?"

"The saint relieved Wan Jun's military power, in order to relax the opponent, Gao Deng's son was exquisite, and the opponent was attracted to the game, and Shan Bin deceived and surrendered so that the other party could show the killing moves in his hand, all of this is nothing more than to pave the way for King Ning to palm Yanbei, and when the soldiers go out of Yanbei in the future, there will be no resistance..." The old man said eloquently, without showing any emotional fluctuations.

"Mr. is thousands of miles away, and he can know my thoughts, and he is the only one in the world... But I did this only so that the people of the world would no longer suffer from the scourge of war in the future." Hearing the old man speak, the saint replied softly, but he rarely showed a little flustered.

The old man frowned slightly, looking at the saint in front of him who seemed to be explaining, his eyes did not show relief, but he was more guarded, but he still spoke according to the plan in his heart.

"If the minister thinks well, the saint not only wants to control Yanbei, but also wants to kill two birds with one stone, but the minister has a point, and he has never been able to understand it, and please ask Your Majesty to solve the minister's doubts!"

The saint retracted and waited for the national warrior in front of him to comprehend on his own, and finally thought of this layer that could not be penetrated, and the panic disguised by Shicai suddenly disappeared, revealing a look of contempt.

"Xiao Xiang wants to ask me why he is willing to put Tao'er in danger."

"The ghost walks at night, but it is just to hide people's eyes and ears, the heir of the saint, only King Ning is left, if the layout is slightly missed... In a chess game, you can't lure the enemy with the son of a general, unless... That son is not the choice of the general in the hands of the chess player, but still a pawn who crosses the river."

The old man looked at Jiuwu with his eyes widened, his eyebrows frowned deeper, but the saint became full of interest: "The game of chess is anxious, and the soldiers are dangerous to break the game, but it is taught by Mr., I don't know if Mr. is timid, or I am not good at learning?" Besides, how can the son of a general, without risk, get off the chessboard and become a chess player."

After the saint finished speaking, he looked at the old man and said straight to the point: "Sir knows my ambition, but he still holds the 80,000 elite soldiers in his hand tightly and refuses to hand them over to me.

His brows furrowed, and the old man's eyes met them, not dodging or evading: "I see."

"What Mr. said is killing two birds with one stone, I want to correct it for Mr. a little, it should be three birds with one stone... How is it? Eighty thousand sons, Mr. Chang's grandson, when I think about Mr. tonight, I have already made up my mind in my heart, otherwise I wouldn't have entered the palace overnight to see me, right?" The saint looked at the old man who was already in his twilight, and he was obviously already in his chest.

The old man smiled suddenly, and a little starlight flashed in his eyes, which eclipsed the stars at night: "It seems that the Holy Lord has been planning to use my child as a bargaining chip for tonight."

Sheng Shang laughed and said, "Otherwise, Sir thinks that I will believe that there will be someone in the Zhao capital back then

Can you stop Gu Jianyi? Will Gu Jian break his arm and the martial arts realm plummet? The bitter tricks of Mr. and Gu Jianyi can be hidden from the world, but they can't hide from my eyes, but I didn't expect that Gu Jianyi could escape and save the child after falling twice in a row, but it's okay, let Mr. think he can plan, and he can also give me some time to control Qi Yun, if I really hand over that child to me, kill or not, I really can't make a decision."

The old man began to cough again, coughing so much that he bent down his straight waist, and after a few breaths, he relieved himself a little, and muttered, "It seems that I guessed correctly."

"Guess right? What if you guess wrong, since ancient times, you have become a king and defeated a king, and when I unify Shenzhou and recreate the prosperous era of winning, we can let the people of this world truly live in peace and no longer suffer from military disasters..."

The saint pressed forward step by step, stretched out his hand to hang the string of jade holders, and said with a faint red glow in his eyes: "Give it to me, sir, Gu Jianyi, Wang Tian, Zhang Hude, Wu Fen and the like, I can not blame the past, let them go by themselves, and Mr. can also enjoy the joy of family, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

The old man stood up straight, facing the power of the Son of Heaven, and finally said the speculation in his heart, which made the Son of Heaven, who thought he was in control, change his color.

"The Holy Lord has been in charge of Qi Yun for eighteen years, secretly using tricks, wanting to provoke another war between Qi, Jin and Tang, and plunge Shenzhou into war again, not to unify Shenzhou and return the people to peace... In the territory of the Northern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Tang Dynasty, what is the saint looking for... Let the old minister guess if it is a fragment?"

Hearing the word "fragment" in the old man's mouth, the red light in the saint's eyes reappeared, reflecting on the Yellow Dragon Robe of the Ninety-Five Ming Dynasty, and the killing intent was full in an instant, enveloping the square inch of land, and the gold-armored Qi Yunwei, who was a hundred steps away, was also shocked by this killing intent, and looked at it one after another.

Xu was aware of the gaze, the Son of Heaven took away the killing intent in his heart, twisted the jade holding of his wrist into his palm, returned to his previous posture, and said indifferently: "How did you learn about that thing?"

"Is it difficult for the Holy Lord to forget, when King Yun defeated the Huns in Zhongzhou, who helped King Yun to behead the generals under the throne of the Huns?" The starlight in Xiao Xiang's old eyes was not dim, and he endured the burning in his chest, staring at Jiuwu, and his expression changed from hideous killing intent to calm color.

"I should have thought of it." The saint twists the jade and holds the way.

Between the two monarchs and ministers, like a boulder falling into the lake, the layers of ripples stirred, finally calm, just at this time, the rickety old dog finally came with the imperial doctor, but before it was close, the voice of the saint was heard.

"I look at Xiao Xiang's illness, which is terminal... Zhongqi sent a decree to remove the Chinese medicine officer of Xiao Xiangfu..."

Then he whispered to the old man in front of him: "The situation in the north is complete, I will no longer interfere, if he can escape, I will go with him, if he can't escape... As for the gentleman, he still went out of the palace to recuperate, and it is not too late to enter the palace again."

The old man bowed his head slightly, and saluted to the ninety-five lines: "Minister, obey the will of the Holy Lord, and then go back to the house... Tomorrow morning, the ministers will play a book..."

"No, it's cold tonight, I'm tired, I want to rest early... Zhongqi!"

The Holy Lord had already turned around with his sleeves, and when the voice came out, the rickety old dog in the distance had come quickly, bowed down and heard the Holy Lord's whispered words, and after the Holy Lord Wu left, he turned around and raised his hand slightly towards the golden armor guards in the distance, and this group of elite Qi Yunwei immediately retreated quietly in an orderly manner.

Without a single stick of incense, there was no one else here, only the cold city walls and the starry sky still shining in the sky accompanied the upright countrymen, condensing in the cold wind.

The rickety old dog saw the lonely and upright back, looked back at the direction of Jiuwu's departure, and after seeing the figure of the saint, Fang paced a few steps lightly and walked to the old man's side: "Xiao Xiangye, let the old slave send Xiangye out of the palace."

The old man's eyes were burning, he looked at the figure of Ninety-Five, which had long been invisible, and opened his mouth with Zhongqi, slowly turned around, and walked out of the palace.

Rickets in front, the old man followed, the two did not talk along the way, until they arrived in front of the palace gate, the old man suddenly turned his gaze and looked at the eunuch for the first time.

Feeling the gaze of this unparalleled national warrior in the world, Zhongqi's waist bent deeper, and he could barely see his wrinkled face, only a light and sharp voice came out.

"Xiao Xiang take care, the old slave has to go back to serve Your Majesty, so I will send Xiao Xiang here."

After speaking, Zhongqi put the dust in his hand on his forearm, turned around, and turned to the emperor

When the palace was about to go, he heard the voice of the old man behind him.

"Father-in-law Zhongqi has been with me for many years, and he has been in my Qiyun for many years, I don't know if I have forgotten what it is like to win the river?"

The figure was stagnant, and the rickety old dog did not speak, but the waist bent deeper... The countryman didn't care that Zhongqi didn't answer his question, he just turned around and waited for the heavy palace door to open slowly, and walked out calmly.

At this time, outside the gate of the Imperial City, Wang Yue'er was staring at the Nine Gate Overseers in front of her who refused to follow her thoughts.

"Duanmu Qiu, is it embarrassing for you that the county lord asked you to escort me into the palace? Don't forget, you are not only a holy courtier, but also an apprentice of Xiangye, Grandpa Xiao has coughed up blood when he entered the palace, is it possible that you want to watch Grandpa Xiao fall ill, the master of the Nine Gates... Hmph, the lord of this county wants to teach you a lesson today."

Looking at Wang Yue'er's sprinkling, Zhang Hude, who was watching from the carriage, couldn't help but take a step forward and said to Wu Fen, who was calm beside him: "Old Wu, the county lord has a temperament, although Duanmuqiu will not embarrass her, but if there are those who are guilty of mistakes among the nine guards, I will help Yue'er, just to relieve the anger in my chest."

Before his body moved, Zhang Hude was stopped by Wu Fen, and he showed a puzzled look, only to hear Wu Fen frown and speak: "Yue'er's move is to make things as big as possible, it is best to alarm the person in the imperial city, knock on the mountain and shake the tiger, so that person can be afraid, you must know that behind Yue'er, there is still General Wang..."

Patting his head, Zhang Hude suddenly said, "I see, I almost broke Yue'er's plan."

"And the patience is to wait, just let Yue'er clean up Duanmu Qiu's traitor..."

Wu Fen's voice did not fall, suddenly his eyes moved slightly, turned to the gate of the imperial palace, and saw Xiao Xiang's figure walking out slowly, pulling his feet to meet him, Zhang Hude didn't understand why Lao Wu, who was still persuading himself to be calm a moment ago, went impulsively, until his eyes followed Lao Wu's figure to see the old figure, and he couldn't hold it back, and ran away with his feet.

Wang Yue'er also saw Grandpa Xiao's figure, gave up the idea of entangling with Duanmu Qiu again, and walked with her clothes. The three of them arrived in front of Xiao Xiang at the same time, Wang Yue'er looked at the old man with a solemn face and a tired appearance, her lake-like eyes were full of distress, and she hurriedly reached out to support Xiao Xiang's arm and spoke.

"Grandpa Xiao..."

When the words were about to come out, he felt that the old man's body was already weak, and the moment he touched his arm with his palm, he could no longer support it and fell on his back.

"Xiao Xiang!"

"Xiangye!"

"Grandpa Xiao!"

In the depths of the palace, Jiuwu was twisting the jade holder, coldly watching everything that happened outside the palace gate, until the scene of the old figure falling fell into his eyes, the smile on the corner of his lips finally appeared, turned to himself, and walked towards the deep palace.

"After leaving Kurong, I finally know why you founded Wangli Villa, and then turned from high-spirited to closed-door thanks... It seems that this year, I should personally go to the mountain villa and personally reward you for your contribution to helping my father..."

After only a few steps, Jiuwu seemed to remember something, raised his hand to look at the stars in the night sky and muttered, "Boy, let's see how you can escape my chess game..."