It was another early morning, and Lu Xing came to the outside of the Changle Marquis Mansion alone.

He came to pick up Wang Zhiming, and he could make compromises for the convening of the elders' meeting and the coronation ceremony.

The snow was fluttering, the gate was ajar, and Wang Zhiming was carrying her bags and holding a mahogany box in both hands.

Lu walked forward, pulled her arm, and shared an umbrella with her, "Let's go, you will be my person in the future." ”

"Hmm." Wang Zhiming lowered her head, her little hands had nowhere to put it, and she held the mahogany box in her arms tightly.

The two of them walked for a while, and a man came on the road ahead, he was hunched over, and he could feel the shrewdness of his eyes through the heavy snow.

Walking closer, Lu Xing recognized the person in front of him - Song Yan. Before the Ten Scholars came to Xuejin City, he was already a great Confucian.

"Are you waiting for me? Why do you run on a snowy day, I should come to see you. Lu Xing bowed his head slightly, which could be regarded as expressing his respect for Song Yan.

Song Yan bowed his head and said: "A few days ago, the luck of the Northern Land was weakened by two points for no reason, but fortunately, you sent An Maode's corpse, and I used his unclosed avenue to cover the heavens, so as to blind the perception of the Taoist priests in the world. ”

"Northland luck? Why? Lu Xing's face was shocked, he had been in the Daomen for a long time, and he knew very well the importance of luck, if luck was lost, the backlash was coming.

Song Yan looked at Lu Xing's face and shouted: "The chaos is coming, and disasters are coming. This year's autumn harvest is more ruthless than in previous years, and the barbarians are waiting for the gate of heaven to open. They have waited for it, and the martial immortal has not returned since he was seriously injured, and the barbarians will definitely follow the example of the one a hundred years ago, 'the heavy snow is flying, the barbarians are all over the country, and millions of snow are riding into the Central Plains'. ”

Song Yan took a long breath and said categorically: "Shizi, you have some child's play, and Chen Wenzhe is also a weak character. If you want to be crowned, then you should be crowned, the bell rings nine times, if the king does not come to the cabinet meeting, it is enough to be guilty of treason, and there is no forgiveness for killing. ”

The big bell, of course Lu Xing knows, it is located in a high-rise building in the center of Xuejin City, the last time the bell rang nine times, it was twenty years ago, the wind and rain were about to destroy, the barbarian soldiers crossed, and 100,000 iron cavalry came to the city.

Lu Xing was about to accept Song Yan's words, but saw him shouting again.

"Big things and small things, what are the priorities? Bad things followed, Xuejin City was far less prosperous than you thought, under the iron ride, there was no soil, no perfect people, the mountains and rivers were flawed, and it was just a moment. ”

"The old minister is old, and the avenue and the luck of Xuejin City are entangled together, one is prosperous and the other is lost. You should always believe my words, right? ”

Lu Xing didn't dare to listen to the wind in his ears, and hurriedly responded: "I believe it, what the elder said is like a hammer, and it will disturb my heart." ”

"Good." Song Yan nodded with relief, and his face softened a lot.

"The old minister is willing to use his remnants to help the prince seize the throne, calm the war, and rule the world."

As he spoke, Song Yan bent his knees, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and bowed.

"Chen Song Yan, great Confucian monk, please be a sword!"

Wang Zhiming took a few steps back and came to the side, keeping a distance from Lu Xing. This worship can only be endured by Lu Xing.

Lu Xing bent down to help Song Yan up, the corners of his mouth were slightly bitter, "Elder Song, please get up, when I was in Xuejin City, the eight pavilion elders, you were willing to support me, and now it is the same." ”

"You came to look for me on a snowy day, and you made such a big gift, the kid is ashamed, it should be me who visited your mansion."

Song Yan stood up and arched his hand: "Don't say anything about the prince, would you like to go upstairs to ring the bell, summon the elders of the pavilion to talk, and set the auspicious day of the zodiac for the coronation ceremony?" ”

Lu Xing nodded and said, "Yes." Please lead the way. ”

According to Song Yan, Beidi's luck was weakened by two points for no reason, which made his heart tighten, and he was going to hold the coronation ceremony after reaching a consensus with the other cabinet elders one by one, but now it seems that it is necessary to advance.

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In the center of the city, there is a hundred-foot tall building with a large bronze bell hanging on the top floor.

The ground floor of this high-rise building looks like a temple, and there are signs erected inside with people's names written on them. The central plaque is carved from jade and engraved with the word "Lu Ang".

This is the Shengwu Temple, which is left by the descendants of Xuejin City to praise the martyrs, and the people who come here to offer incense are endless.

Today's Shengwu Temple is very empty, there is not a single pedestrian in the whole street, but there is a long wooden bench at the gate, Chen Yexing is sitting upright, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, an ape's arm and a crane's neck, he looks at the distance of the street, and there are three figures at the end of the street.

The figures were getting closer, and the fluttering snow could not hide their faces.

Chen Yexing shouted: "Song Yan, what are you doing with the prince of the world to the Shengwu Temple?" ”

"Heh, heh," Song Yan chuckled twice, his eyes were especially bright in the snow, "It's nothing, just ring the bell." Some people in this city have lost their minds and have forgotten their original intentions, just like the night at dusk, drowsy and unable to see hope, and the old man can't bear it. As soon as the bell rang, the heavens and the earth were clear. ”

"The bell can't be struck, 'Nine rings again, the mountains and rivers will overturn', this is the last words of the Confucian saint." Chen Yexing's voice was like thunder, which shook people's ears.

Song Yan retorted: "Why can't you knock it? The Confucian saint is half a jiazi away from today. Time is rising, the white horse of the dog, the saint, can it be regarded as a no-miss? Can a saint win the hearts of the people? ”

"And today's next road count, only look at Xuejin! When Xuejin City was at its peak, the sage Hongyuan opened a peaceful world. Wait, you have gathered people in private in recent months, and your heart is not sincere, does the old man want to indulge you in splitting Xuejin City? ”

Chen Yexing frowned, and shouted angrily: "How Xuejin City is, how the world is, it is not up to you to decide, if it was back then, as the Venerable One of us, you can still discuss it." Now that you are mired in luck, how can you make me believe that your heart is open? ”

What the two pavilion elders discussed, every sentence was thunderous, Lu Xing listened with his eyebrows tight, and there was a lot of helplessness in his heart: it turned out that the flow of water for three years, what he read in the past, would really be unrecognizable.

On Lu Xing's side, Wang Zhiming trembled, the mahogany box fell to the ground, the box was smashed open, and inside were some additional gold and jade jewelry. She covered her ears with her hands, her body trembled, and she shrank to the ground like a frightened white rabbit.

"Hey, it's really difficult for a girl to listen to the matter of the elder pavilion." Lu Xing gently patted her on the shoulder, giving her the comfort he could.

Song Yan's waist was straightened, and there was a look in his eyes, which was clearer than snow. He shouted, unyieldingly, "How is my heart? The old man only wishes that the common people will be well, and respects Taiping as a bull's ear. When the prince wrote the word 'Taiping' at the gate of the academy, I knocked on the heavens, wrote in ink, and gave ink to the Tao. My family is young, not chasing fame and fortune, fighting on the battlefield, young farming, I Song Yan for the peace of the world, self-cutting, willing to be a son of a cow. ”

"The world says that words and deeds are one, can I Song Yan have a word and deed that exceeds the rules? Talk to me about openness, and wait for you! This last sentence was hoarse.

These words were like thunder, splitting the day in an instant, but only for a moment.

Chen Yexing sat upright and sighed, "Yan, you are biased." The people's hearts are not ancient, you talk about the world, you can't bypass the people's hearts, you haven't taken care of political affairs all these years, and the vast majority of people in the north are tired of war. In other words, you are still stuck in the past. The generation of people who grew up with Confucianism were old and dead, and the people of the North today are as selfish as the people of the world. ”

"I also asked, why is it that my family is alone in the war every year, and the neighbor next door is enjoying it? Gradually, year after year, my neighbors are getting richer and richer, but I have been living in a leaky old house for 20 years, and when I talk about ideals at this time, my heart will inevitably be empty. ”

Saying that, Chen Yexing looked at Lu Xing, and then said: "The son of the world is also here today, and the old man made his thoughts clear. ”

"Elder Chen Ge, please speak." Lu Xing said respectfully.

Chen Yexing said: "Is the prince willing to belong to the Great Zhou? The people of the North are also ordinary people, let them shoulder the sun and the moon and stand up to the sky and the earth, who can not be tired? ”

"Ha, haha, haha......" Lu Xing laughed, sometimes laughing, sometimes looking up.

When he first entered Beijing for two years, he only observed one person, and he also saw through one person, Emperor Fenghe in the temple - Wang Xie.

If he gets the Northern Subway Ride, the first thing he will do is to give up the defense line of Yinshan and Tianshan, and even Xuejin City can be abandoned, he will use the soldiers and horses of Xuejin City to exterminate the remnants of Western Chu, and then pacify the Southern Barbarians, and rule by crossing the sea with the White Emperor.

If the barbarians invade the south, he will not care about the life or death of the people of the north, and every point weakened by the north, the more stable his heart becomes. He will even make peace with the barbarians and compromise with the heavens, just to achieve his so-called unification of Kyushu and an emperor through the ages.

"Shizi, what are you laughing at?" Chen Yexing asked, a little stunned in his eyes.

Lu Xing's laughter gradually stopped, and he handed the umbrella in his hand to Wang Zhiming, who was squatting on the ground, and let the snowflakes fall on his body.

"Jun asked me why I laughed? As soon as Sun Qi died, did you wait for a compromise? To whom to compromise, to Emperor Fenghe? Or to the heavens? ”

"Emperor Fenghe, isn't the bloody case twenty years ago enough for you to see him clearly? Sun Qi was not killed by me, I killed Sun Wu, that was his own death. As for the celestials, how many historians have to write down the sinsies of the celestials. ”

"Twenty years of peace, I'm afraid it's blindfolded Jun's eyes, there is no room for compromise in Xuejin City, this Xuezhong Mountain City, when it was built, it was the city of the Great Zhou, and now it is the city of the world."

"When you say that the hearts of the people are dead, I ask, do you remember the day I entered the city? The shouts of 'can't let the martial immortals be wronged' waved their arms all over the city, and millions of people were enthusiastic. ”

Lu Xing stepped forward and walked in front of Chen Yexing, "The northern land has always been the northern land, and the elder pavilion has been in Xuejin City for a long time, so he should go out for a walk." People are not so forgetful, only 20 years later, that period of blood and tears is vivid. ”

"Well said!" Song Yan walked closer and said to Chen Yexing: "You said that the people of the northern land are tired, do you dare to ask in this Shengwu Temple, and ask them if they are willing to shoulder the sun and the moon and stand up to the sky and the earth?" ”

"You also heard the call of the prince on the day he entered the city, and I think you have already received an answer."

"When the north picks up the sword, the days are a little harder; Put down the sword, and you are the lamb to the slaughter. ”