Zhu Su's words made Yao Guangxiao frown slightly. The myth of Huo Quai's sealing of the wolf Juxu is indeed very much about the spirit of the people of China, but behind him is actually the rest and recuperation of several generations of emperors since the Han Gaozu. After the Huns, the Han Empire was "wasted in the sea, and the household registration was halved", and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty still has the reputation of being a poor soldier in the mouth of some corrupt Confucians.

If the bold words of the Ming Dynasty to seal the wolf Juxu came out of the mouth of a child, Yao Guangxiao would call this son heroic. From the mouth of an ordinary young man, Yao Guangxiao will praise Ling Yunzhi in his chest. But from Zhu Su's mouth, Yao Guangxiao would only feel that Zhu Su was prevaricating himself.

It shouldn't be that way. The splendid in the chest of this prince can't easily see through it. How could such frivolous remarks come about.

"Does Your Highness have a definite plan?" He asked. Feng Wolf Juxu or something is just a cliché, Da Ming does not have the strength to swallow the grassland in the short term, there is no practical method, everything is just a flash in the pan.

Zhu Su smiled but did not answer. Yao Guangxiao's three points are to the point, if you want to implement the strategy of sheep eating people, in addition to having sufficient financial resources and manpower, a strong military force is also indispensable. The Ming Dynasty may have enough financial and manpower after a few years of recuperation, but the military strength that wants to destroy the grassland in one fell swoop cannot be obtained by resting and recuperating. Even as the recuperation time continued, the people were at ease, and even the emperor could not mobilize all his strength to swallow the Northern Desert.

Yao Guangxiao is an ancient man after all. It is impossible for him to know what kind of turbulent waves can be formed by successive capitals driven by profits.

"It seems that Your Highness's plan is not all. The little monk racked his brains these days and still couldn't get the whole picture, and the gamble was lost by the little monk. Yao Guangxiao bowed his head very simply and admitted defeat. But the little monk has been living for more than 30 years now, and if what he has learned is brought into the soil, he will be unwilling after all. Can Your Highness allow the little monk to go to the northern frontier with the caravan? The little monk may be able to enter the Northern Yuan Dynasty, which will add a boost to His Royal Highness's strange strategy. ”

Yao Guangxiao wants to go to Beiyuan to play Mission Impossible? This suggestion really made Zhu Su a little moved. I am afraid that he is the only one in the world who knows how terrifying this middle-aged monk is, and throwing him to Beiyuan may really stir up the internal fighting of Beiyuan.

After thinking about it, I still don't feel at ease, a monk who even ignores Buddhism as if he doesn't even know how much he knows how many thoughts of the nation and the country he has in his heart? "Monk, stay with me. You want to be out of me, and I promise you. From now on, you will be my staff for the time being. ”

Perhaps seeing Zhu Su's jealousy, Yao Guangxiao smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, isn't it still worried about the little monk?" On that day, His Royal Highness said that the little monk also considered that if he could slaughter the dragons of the Quartet and benefit the descendants of China, it would naturally be more appropriate than disturbing the world. The little monk really wants to prove that he has learned a power technique, but if I insist on slaying the real dragon, the little monk will not dare to have such a non-dividing thought. ”

"Dragon slaying is also a technique, depending on the good and evil nature of the practitioner. If the monk can use this technique to slay the evil dragon, I will naturally be happy to see it. But it's a pity that I'm narrow-minded and don't dare to do things that might make the north of the Ming Dynasty one more powerful enemy. In my opinion, the monk is more terrible than Wang Baobao, and I dare not open this cage for the time being. Zhu Su said.

Yao Guangxiao's face was complicated after hearing this, not only the helplessness of not being able to win Zhu Su's trust, but also Zhu Su's feeling of finally meeting Bole when he compared him with Wang Baobao, a strange man in the world.

"There is no need to talk about the affairs of northern Xinjiang for the time being. Now I have some doubts, and the monk will analyze and analyze it for me first. Zhu Su waved his hand, and then told Yao Guangxiao about the secret meeting that Hu Weiyong had specially found to meet with him. After hearing this, Yao Guangxiao's eyes condensed slightly: "Hu Xiang must not just come to be loyal in vain. ”

"Its purpose should be to recruit wings for himself in the name of Your Highness!"

"I think so." Zhu Su nodded. Hu Weiyong became more and more sad in the court, and the side of the power of Zhongshu Province and Lao Zhu's snub to him were almost undisguised. There are only two paths in front of him now, take the initiative to return to the countryside or struggle to the end. After all his struggles, he finally climbed to the position of prime minister, how could he be willing to let go of the power under this person? It must be to gather all available forces to attack the cabinet of the great enemy of Zhongshu Province today.

"It's just that I still can't understand that I'm just a prince who hasn't settled in the suburbs of the city, why is the dignified prime minister Hu Weiyong so blue-eyed to me?"

"Your Highness, why should you be arrogant." Yao Guangxiao said. "Your Majesty's preference for you is well known to both the government and the public, the chief disciple of the Great Confucian Song Lian respects you very much, and the little grandfather of the Cao State Mansion has a good relationship with you, and he is extremely close to the Governor of the Grand Metropolitan Mansion, Mu Ying. In time, they will become the humerus of the court, and they will immediately be a great help in the hands of His Highness. ”

"Coupled with the little grandfather of the Wei Mansion and the king of Jingjiang, the strength in your hands can actually compete with His Royal Highness the Prince......

"Stop, stop......" Zhu Su quickly interrupted. Jiujiang aside, the relationship between Brother Mu Ying, Brother Bao'er and my eldest brother is not inferior to me at all. Although Xu Yungong wants to learn some skills from me, if I fight with my eldest brother, the Wei Mansion will not be on my side. ”

The little monk also has this doubt. Yao Guangxiao bowed his head slightly in contemplation. "Come to think of it, it should be that Hu Xiang learned some news from somewhere that His Highness hasn't known yet."

“…… What will be the news? Zhu Su also pondered. For Hu Weiyong to make such a big bet on himself, it must be an extremely powerful force tilting towards him......

……

Zhu Su soon knew which side this force was.

A few days later, he took the dog as usual and came to a mountain pavilion on Bifeng Mountain.

There is a mountain stream flowing in front of the pavilion, and you can look at the village again. A few clusters of unknown small flowers beside the pavilion are fragrant, and there are often bees and butterflies flying around to attack people. It is a good place for Zhu Su to be idle.

Picking up a few pine cones and throwing them into the red clay stove, listening to the wind and watching the clouds in the pavilion, while making a pot of tea is Zhu Su's favorite enjoyment. When he is placed in a house or with people, he always falls into a strange sense of detachment, and the dialogue with historical characters is like falling into a dream in a history book. But here, it seems that you can forget the boundaries of time and space, and one can really sink down and think about something.

Therefore, when Zhu Su came here, he usually didn't bring anyone, and he didn't even want to see a figure. Other people also knew about his strange rules, so when Zhu Su came here, he was only guarding from afar, and he would not appear in front of Zhu Su's eyes. But today, Zhu Su, who was carrying the pine cones picked up on the side of the road with the hem of his clothes, turned the corner and came here, but found a young girl in the pavilion, looking at the clouds in the sky with her skirt fluttering.

"Fifth Highness, I haven't seen you for a long time, the little girl is polite." Seeing Zhu Su with a sluggish face, Xu Miaoyun hired Tingting to turn around and salute.

(End of chapter)