The stars are rippling, there are no clouds above the dark night sky, and the candles will decorate Tai'an City into the most prosperous place in the world.

His Majesty the Emperor of the Liyang Dynasty in the Ninety-Nine Pavilion had already finished enjoying the delicious food on the table at this time, and no one knew that it was on this night, in the lobby of this shabu shabu restaurant, that Emperor Zhao Chun made up his mind.

"I was very jealous of Xu Xiao back then, and even today, I am still jealous of the Ninety-Five."

"At that time, Xu Xiao was able to drink and talk with the first emperor in the military tent without any scruples, and the first emperor even left his last words before his death, Xu Xiao must be killed early, first, to stabilize the foundation of the court, so as not to prevent the Central Plains from being divided by the feudal king, and secondly, he can see Xu Xiao underground as soon as possible, and go to Huangquan to recruit the old department, and behead Yama with a banner of 100,000, if there is really a Xudu Luo Mountain, they will continue to fight together in the underworld, the first emperor bluntly said that if there is no Xu Xiao by his side, he can't rest assured."

Emperor Zhao Chun had already put down the bowl at this time, and his eyes were full of reminiscence.

"But if Xu Xiao has an heir, Liyang must be treated well."

"It's a pity that I can't do these two things, as a son."

"Xu Xiao is still alive and well, but the son of Beiliang has already entered the capital."

Above the lobby of the Jiujiu Pavilion, only the rising mist in the pot witnessed the dialogue between His Majesty the Emperor and the proprietress surnamed Hong, Zhao Chun originally had a great eunuch who could talk wantonly when he was in the Yangxin Palace, but this eunuch has now arrived in the palace of Jinguan City in Xishu Dao, and the queen Zhao Zhi and the first assistant Zhang Julu are also among them, but due to various reasons, His Majesty the Emperor can only say a lot of words to the woman in front of him who is extremely hostile to himself.

Zhao Chun smiled mockingly, and sighed silently in his heart.

The human emperor, who was known for his diligence, slowly got up, until he stopped when he was about to reach the door, turned his head and said, "Hong Silk, I know that you don't like what Zhao Zhi did back then, but she has always regarded you as her closest sister all these years, I am sorry for Xun Ping, and Zhao Zhi is sorry for Wu Su. But if I had to go back and choose Zhao Zhi again, I would still do it."

Hong Silk just calmly looked at His Majesty the Emperor of the Liyang Dynasty, and the years had already carved profound traces on Zhao Chun's face.

At this time, she only felt extremely happy in her heart: "But now that the two of you husband and wife have also reached a fork in the road, no matter how Zhao Zhi persuades her in her heart, she can't change this fact, now you are inclined to make the sixth prince the prince of the East Palace, you chose the illegitimate child outside, and gave up the child with Zhao Zhi. This is royal, isn't it ironic? Hahahaha."

The sneering widow surnamed Hong picked up the thorn buried in the heart of Emperor Liyang in such a bloody manner.

His Majesty the Emperor no longer paid attention to the slightly piercing laughter of the woman behind him, Zhao Chun, who walked out of the restaurant, was not in a hurry to get into the carriage, the biting cold made His Majesty the Emperor who suddenly came out of the warm environment couldn't help coughing, but the Great Inner Hu didn't dare to approach, just followed from a distance, and a figure could be faintly seen in the shadow at the corner of the alley, His Majesty the Emperor raised his hand to stop the golden knife servant who wanted to get closer, and he sensed the existence of that person the moment he left the restaurant.

At that time, he was the only young eunuch in the world who was immortalized by devouring dragon qi.

The latter was looking down at the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand at this time, not caring at all that the human emperor was by his side.

"I have decided that I will stand after the end of this year... The sixth prince, Zhao Kai, is the prince of the East Palace."

"In the past winters of Tai'an City, I remember not being as cold as the last two years, and it seems that I have spent too long in that warm heart cultivation hall. He has been in Tai'an City for too long, and if it were a peaceful and prosperous time, I believe that he would be a diligent and good emperor."

"But it's a pity that although the Liyang Dynasty has been peaceful for more than 20 years, many things have changed dramatically compared to the Spring and Autumn Period."

"Kai'er was able to kill the land immortal Cao Changqing, which is to prove his ability, and sending this Tsing Yi's head to Tai'an City is to show his vision, this kid is not only extraordinary in chess, but the most valuable thing is to be able to see many things hidden under the chessboard."

Zhao Chun sighed silently.

In this matter, he and the queen Zhao Zhi did have a fundamental disagreement, the husband and wife have never blushed once in recent years, Zhao Chun did promise to set up Zhao Zhi's son as the prince, and even Zhao Zhuo has been cultivated as a prince over the years, but Kai'er's various performances are too good.

Especially Zhao Chun didn't know how the Tianwen Sword got into the hands of the elder in front of him.

In a sense, this young eunuch is the biggest hole card of the Liyang Dynasty, he seems to be human but not human, since the founding of Liyang Yin, he has inherited the existence of heaven and earth, and lives by devouring the dragon qi of the royal family, this old man has never had his own thoughts, but if he shows his favor for which prince, the meaning is self-evident.

The emperor stood in front of the young eunuch, held his hands and sighed, and said to himself, "Xu Xiao, my son is better than your son. Now that your son is dead before you, then I will give you an uncompromising honor, and the era of Jiabei Liang is over."

"When will the Liyang family's world end..."

"Zhang Julu..."

......

The grass is withered, and the snow is light.

Nanzhao and the neighbor Nanban in the east have always been the source of disaster in the south of Liyang, compared to the barbarians with a fierce personality and strong physique, the people of Nanzhao who are close to the 100,000 barren mountains in the depths of the barbarian stream are much more sleek, and they are hidden in the deep mountains and old forests all year round, where there are countless Miao villages dotted around.

In the hinterland of the old Nanzhao, there is a team of people and horses who are resting.

Lu Ze looked at the dirt path that was not common in the rolling mountains under his feet, and raised his eyes to see the outline of the Miao Village in the distance appear, followed by the elite men and horses in the mansion of the King of Shu, which had joined the army of the King of Shu through various cumbersome steps, and the two hundred and everyone who had joined the army of the King of Shu through various cumbersome steps were all strong and strong generals, and the armoured crossbow and saber personal guard battalion had experienced many battles and baptisms along the way, and his eyes were as sharp as eagles.

Five people, ten people, this team of seemingly casual rest room reveals a lot of rules.

But everyone is looking at the Royal Highness who is sitting at the front resting enthusiastically, along the way, His Royal Highness the King of Shu has never subverted their cognition in this life, more than 200 people have experienced many fights along the way, from getting along strangely to being able to give the back to the robe Ze for only ten years, His Royal Highness the King of Shu's magic seems to be not only to cut off the head of Cao Guanzi in the rumors, but also to cultivate an unspeakable tacit understanding on many small things.

Lu Ze drank the water in the pot, and of course there was no sense of accomplishment in his heart at this time.

He himself is a BUG, and he has too many classic war examples in his mind, as well as strategies and tactics from large to small, and he can't even test the transformation of the 200-person personal guard battalion under his command, but fortunately, the picture scroll of Xishu is relatively clean and flawless, leaving Lu Ze with a large enough place to paint on it.

"Your Highness."

"Ahead should be the Miao village we are looking for, and the old Prince of Xishu is hiding in it."

Lu Ze glanced at the deputy general who spoke, Wang Yuyu, a descendant of the old Southern Tang Hua clan who moved into Shu after the Spring and Autumn Period.

After Lu Ze entered Shu, he completely lost the original right to speak in Shuzhong, but won the support of the young Zhuang faction in Shuzhong, including Fu Wenyong, the deceased horse of the old Western Shu, the bloodthirsty and aggressive Yanzhan Xiaobao with rich barbarian blood, and many Confucian scribes who wanted to display their ambitions.

It is no wonder that Liu Bei in the late Eastern Han Dynasty had the title of imperial uncle, which could attract many talents under his command.

Lu Ze has now shown full charm and old and spicy means, then the name of the King of Shu is not just an honorific title in people's mouths, but a real golden signboard, even if it is not possible to enter the Tai'an City in the future, even if it is now with this young highness, there are many benefits in the future, and all the things on the way to Nanzhao are profoundly confirming this.

Yan Zhan Xiaobao's hair was messy like a lion: "If you catch this remnant of Xishu, Lao Tzu will hack it to death for His Highness... Ahem, take a good look at this prince of the fallen country of Xishu for His Royal Highness, how can the *** above the world be all the dead country..."

Yan Zhan Xiaobao, who has been "taught" along the way, is actually extremely restrained in his voice.

Lu Zeping's eyes made the latter shut up in a daze, if it was known to those sons of the family who were deflated at the hands of this barbarian prince in Shudi, I am afraid that they would be shocked to lose their big teeth, but many soldiers here are accustomed to it.

At this time, someone next to him laughed and said, "Old Yan."

Yan Zhan Xiaobao immediately turned his head and scolded: "Damn, Fu Wenyong, how many times has Lao Tzu told you, Lao Tzu's surname is Yan Zhan, not Yan!" And you're not a few years old from my dead man, don't call me Lao Yan."

The one who spoke was Fu Wenyong, the old Xishu horse master who was born in the dead country, this is a middle-aged man with a very active temperament, who was combined with a princess of Xishu by chance, and finally Fu Wenyong chose to leave behind his good future and become the master of Shu.

"That'll do."

"Xiaobao, this time we are using courtesy and not soldiers, we want to invite His Royal Highness the old prince back to Shuzhong."

Between the two gags, they saw that the scout not far away was escorting a pair of teenagers and girls back at this time.

Yan Zhan Xiaobao frowned and muttered to himself, "His grandmother's, why did two dolls emerge from the depths of this Miao Territory?"

Lu Ze raised his head early, he already knew that there were two Buddha lights flickering near Miao Village, and although these two girls from the two Zen temples had never met, Lu Ze knew its roots, the little monk commonly known as Wu Nanbei was the youngest but high monk in the two Zen temples, and the dark-skinned girl was the daughter of the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin.

Li Shixi, a girl who was not very good-tempered, just lowered her head and followed behind the little monk at this time, holding the corner of the white-gray robe with ordinary material but very meaningful with her left hand, and the young man's bald head was folded with his hands, even if there were countless sharp eyes gathered on him at this time, but his face did not change with his hands folded, and he had the bearing of a monk in a big temple.

Lu Ze said softly: "You guys will just bypass the Miao village in front of you later."

I saw that the little monk hesitated for a moment, folded his hands and bowed his head, and said, "Since the donor has a relationship with the Buddha and has the image of a Buddha, please reduce the karma of killing."

Li Dongxi only felt sweat stains on his forehead when he heard Wu Nanbei's words in front of him, the girl raised her head silently, looked at the good-looking young boy opposite her, and suddenly remembered the words that her father instructed when she went out, and her eyes suddenly brightened: "You, you... Who are you?"

Lu Ze smiled and nodded to this girl with a lot of origin: "Yes, I am the one who is."

Li Dongxi had already lowered his head.

"I didn't bring a lot of things with me on this trip, and this stone was given to you by accident a few days ago."

"Later, if you are not in a hurry to leave Shu, you can go to the Shu King's Mansion in the north of Jinguan City as a guest."

So the girl departed with joy and with the extremely beautiful stone.

Only those people around Lu Ze know the value of that piece of Qingmu Stone, even Wang Yuyu, the son of the Southern Tang Hua clan, rarely sees such a pure Qingmu Stone, this stone can make people feel calm, has the strange effect of reassuring and nourishing the spirits, if it is converted into secular gold, it is estimated that it will take a small carriage.

.......

The terraced fields on the Miao Village with magnificent scenery rise up with the trend, and there are Mu Zhao hanging towers standing on the flat ground pushed by manpower in the center, but the originally peaceful Miao Village is covered with blood at this time, and the pungent smell of blood tears apart the peace and tranquility of this place like an unreasonable bandit.

At this time, many young children and young women in the Miao village were full of doubts, and they didn't know how their fathers and husbands had more sharp knives and guns in their hands, and even some white-haired Miao people were also wearing rusty armor stomachs, which were vaguely visible on the armor stomach was the standard of the old Shu army.

And in Miao Village, the strongest garrison lost its resistance almost instantly.

A small number of them died, and most of them were disabled.

Lu Ze seemed to have listened to the little monk who was less involved in killing

In front of him, he has been escorted by soldiers in an orderly manner out of a road leading to the back mountain, and there is a grass hut at the end of the road, and there is a young man who has reached the crown with a bloodless face looking at the king of the Liyang clan who is walking towards him, and there is an old man in a long shirt beside the man, and a middle-aged child who has taken up arms.

The old prince of Western Shu Su Su.

Zhao Dingxiu, a scholar of the former Xishu University.

and the senior disciple of the Xishu Sword Emperor who holds a long sword and is the only one in this place who has the combat power of the Xuan Realm, Qi Mubai.

"Dare to use a sword before this king?"