Half a month later,

Dijing, Jiulong Mountain.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the clear water pavilions, and the vermilion palace walls.

The trees are dense and quiet, and the trails are winding.

A man in a gray python suit with a purple bead and jade belt around his waist walked in front, leading the way for the middle-aged man in the black dragon robe behind him, his voice was very thin, and his tone was frustrating:

"Xu Xiangguo, the emperor lost his temper last night, and even smashed his favorite satin jade~"

“.”

The middle-aged man ignored his words.

The man in the python suit glanced sideways at the person behind him slightly, then stopped talking and walked forward briskly.

Dozens of steps back, there is a cave in the forest, the stream trickles, a huge lake rippling blue waves, and an old man wearing the imperial dragon robe sits quietly on a futon by the lake to fish, and there is an empty futon next to him.

From a distance, it is quiet and leisurely.

The man in the python suit led the middle-aged man to walk quickly to the old man, stepped forward quickly, ignored the whiteness of the python robe, and knelt down directly on the wet soil by the lake and bowed:

"Emperor, Xu Xiangguo has arrived."

The old man also ignored the man in the python suit, and still closed his eyes and fished.

Seeing this, the python suit man took a few steps back sensibly, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then turned around and left the royal lake.

The birds in the forest chirped crisply, and the middle-aged man walked slowly to the old man's side, standing beside the futon but did not sit down, looking at the lake and not speaking.

And at this time,

Ripples suddenly rippled on the calm surface of the lake, and a strange roar like a dragon but not a tiger came from the bottom of the lake, and a few birds frolicking in the treetops flew up in shock.

But then the lake quickly calmed down.

The gray-haired old man sat quietly on the futon, while the middle-aged man stood quietly beside him and looked at the lake, neither of them spoke.

Silent.

Silence can say a lot, especially for him and him.

I don't know how long it took,

The old man coughed lightly a few times as if he was cold, exhaled, and did not look back, with a smile of unknown meaning in his voice:

"Xu Shengren, if you don't sit down, do you want me to look up at you?"

Xu Yinhe still didn't move, stood in place and looked at the lake, and said calmly:

"Government affairs are busy, and if you sit down, you won't have enough time."

The words fell.

Silent.

Ban Yu,

The old man in the imperial robe slowly stood up from the futon with his knees propped up, and patted the non-existent dust on his legs:

"Then I'd better stand up, I can't catch it anyway."

There are no fish in this lake, and the only exotic beast is there.

As he got up, the old man turned around.

And Xu Yinhe also saw the other party's face, and his calm brows furrowed.

The old man's face is old but very strong, and he can vaguely see that he is handsome and handsome, but a few purple-black green tendons spread out from his neck and almost cover the entire face of the old man, and the whites of his left eye are already half black.

Look at each other for a breath,

"Do you think I'm old?"

The old man smiled and bent down and packed up his fishing gear:

"I'm really old, I haven't seen him for three years, let's go, accompany me to the island in the middle of the lake to sit down, just catch up."

Xu Yinhe followed, but he didn't help with the fishing gear, and the old man in the imperial robe also knew this and carried it in his hand.

The two of them tread the water and walked straight towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Walking a few steps in silence, Xu Yinhe suddenly spoke, and his voice was low:

"You've been injured to such an extent?"

The old man's voice was smiling, very leisurely:

"Don't you know my injuries? It's good to be alive. But don't you expect me to die? ”

Xu Yinhe did not deny it, nor did he agree, he looked at the distance in silence and said:

"There are only a few people left."

The old man shook his head:

"There really aren't a few left."

After a pause,

The old man glanced at Xu Yinhe and chuckled:

"It seems that you have encountered something good lately, and you are in a good mood?"

We met in the year of dancing elephants, and we have been friends for decades, and many things can be understood in one sentence and one look.

Li Yaoxuan knew that this old friend was not a person who liked to be nostalgic for the past and hurt the present.

And Xu Yinhe didn't reply to him.

The old man in the imperial robe understood, carrying the fishing gear, and said leisurely:

"A good thing that can make you happy is a big bad thing for me."

While talking,

The old man in the imperial robe took out a copy of the meru ring and handed it to Xu Yinhe casually:

"Let's see."

Xu Yinhe took it and didn't look at it.

The old man asked:

"Don't you see it?"

Xu Yinhe lowered his eyes and glanced at the fold in his hand:

"It's nothing more than the Vientiane Sect."

The old man smiled, meaningful:

"That's true, using private soldiers to attack the county towns and sects canonized by the imperial court is enough to kill the nine clans."

Xu Yinhe looked back:

"What about private soldiers, how about siege? Didn't the Vientiane Sect already state that this incident was because they asked the Xiangguo Mansion to help them drill their soldiers? ”

The old man lowered his eyes and smiled, and then said:

"Shengshan County needs the imperial court to allocate a lot of money for disaster relief, but the treasury is empty"

Speaking of which, the point is over.

Xu Yinhe didn't mean to shirk:

"After hearing about this, the president of the Tian'an Chamber of Commerce took pity on Shu Li and took the initiative to donate 30 million taels of money and grain."

Words fall,

The old man in the imperial robe waved his hand, and Xu Yinhe's hand spontaneously combusted directly out of thin air, and finally turned into ashes and sank into the deep pool.

After a few words, the old man and Xu Yinhe crossed the kilometer and walked to the island in the middle of the lake.

There is a platform tower built here, vermilion and blue tiles, and it is luxurious.

Walking into the attic, the eunuchs and palace maids standing on both sides immediately knelt down to say goodbye.

The two of them walked all the way to the top of the attic and took their seats.

The man in the python suit who had just disappeared reappeared to make tea and water for the two.

The breeze slightly flicked the imperial dragon robe behind him, and the old man looked at the sparkling lake:

"The third child of mine has gone to the Vientiane Sect."

Xu Yinhe's action of drinking tea was slightly paused:

"Dead?"

It's like asking another ordinary thing.

Hearing this, the hideous green tendons on the old man's face seemed to smile:

"That kid has been a fast runner since he was a kid."

Xu Yinhe continued to drink tea and commented:

"The third prince is very good."

The old man laughed directly this time, with teasing:

"The third child is very good, much better than your third child, but unfortunately I have never had any thoughts about my position. Of course, it could also be that I didn't see it. ”

Xu Yinhe's face was not happy or angry, and he said:

"Maybe, the third prince and Yucheng have a deep brotherhood, and they may have a good ending."

Li Yucheng, the crown prince of the dynasty.

Hearing this, the old man stared at Xu Yinhe with his purple-black pupils for a few breaths, and suddenly asked with a smile:

"Yin He, who do you think I should pass this son on, prince?"

Regarding this topic involving the position of the unification, Xu Yinhe's voice was still low and calm:

"Why do you ask me about this?"

"Your power-leaning government and opposition naturally want to ask you what you mean." The old man's voice laughed.

“.”

Xu Yinhe put down the teacup with a "bang", the sound was not loud, but it was very loud at the top of the silent attic:

"Shouyuan is not over, why worry?"

The old man coughed twice, and pointed to the blood stains and face at the corners of his mouth:

"Do you think I'm going to be like I'm going to have an unfinished life?"

Xu Yinhe heard this, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he smiled for the first time.

The eagle-like gaze slowly swept over the hidden formation in the sky, swept over the python-suited man on the side, swept over the blue lake, and finally landed on the face of the old man in the imperial robe again.

His voice was slow:

"If Yao Xuan really lives soon, I won't be here."

The old man squinted, and finally shook his head helplessly, and sighed:

"In front of you, the emperor really has no majesty at all."

Xu Yinhe shook his head:

"It all started with what we thought about back then."

The old man seemed to be chatting:

"That idea can't be realized in a generation."

Xu Yinhe asked:

"So compromise?"

"Bang!"

The tea case in front of the two of them was instantly torn apart, and the qi wave set off by the powerful Yuan Qi hit the robes of the two of them.

The top of the attic, quietly.

There was no table, the old man's hand hung in the air, the two old friends looked at each other as usual, and the man in the python suit still stood aside with his eyes down.

Soon, the silence was broken by a rapid cough.

The old man directly coughed up a large pool of jet-black blood, and the man in the python suit on the side wanted to step forward, but he raised his hand and signaled not to move:

"Xu Yinhe, do it now, the world will only become more chaotic, at the very least, we have to cut off the surrounding alien races first."

Xu Yinhe's tone was not hurried or slow:

"The sect won't give us this opportunity, don't tell me you haven't received news from the north yet."

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a white cloth, and the atmosphere froze as if it was about to freeze.

Xu Yinhe got up slowly, stepped on the sawdust on the ground and walked to the window, turning his back to the old man:

"The war in the north is going to be lost."

The voice was steady, but with a hint of unclear emotion.

The old man was speechless for a while.

Xu Yinhe turned around and looked at his old friend:

"Li Yaoxuan, the sect will not sit idly by and watch us get rid of the surrounding alien races, Wu Yuan wants to kill the barbarian alien king, but she is now surrounded by the alien king in Dali Mountain, isolated and helpless."

“.”

The old man casually threw the blood-stained white cloth on the ground:

"What do you want to say?"

Xu Yinhe gently supported the smooth sandalwood window:

"Zong Qingsheng is near the Dingman River."

Dingman River is only 300 miles away from Dali Mountain.

When the old man heard this, he smiled lightly, stared at the old friend in front of him, and his eyes gradually became cold:

"Xu Yinhe, are you going to coerce me?"

Xu Yinhe straightened his sleeve robe and bowed deeply to the Great Yan Emperor in front of him:

"If your Majesty understands it so well, then it is."

I'll just change it for the time being

Thank you to the Alliance Leader who sighed in the stars

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(End of chapter)