Faced with Chu Houmin's question, Qi Xingzhi was speechless.

In the long history of Dayan, there have been once and again as a son of heaven and a courtier, and the Lord Xiangguo who can really help the emperor solve problems is not the only one he Qi Xingzhi.

But Xiangguo, who has lived through three dynasties and served three generations of Ming monarchs, has never been there.

Even he, who has paid great attention to his physical condition, gradually feels powerless as the flowers bloom and fall year after year.

"Dare to ask the emperor, how is this game intended?"

This should have been a question from the master to the courtiers, but Qi Xingzhi took the lead in throwing it out, as if a gentleman was teaching a student, and asked Chu Houmin a question.

It's not that Qi Xingzhi has nothing to do.

On the contrary, the moment Chu Houmin raised the difficulty, he already had a variety of plans in his heart.

It's just that before choosing to carry out a certain plan, the courtier must know the attitude of the master.

Is it playing hard? Playing soft? Or is it a combination of hard and soft?

Is it from Shen Wanjun, the king of Jin, to start acting? Or wait for Shen Liang, the next king of Jin, to ascend the throne before attacking as appropriate?

You have to listen to Chu Houmin's meaning first.

And Chu Houmin, who had already planned, did not hide Qi Xingzhi's sigh:

"Speaking of the beginning of the Great Yan Dynasty, except for a few particularly important things that were summoned by the first emperor, the King of Jin doesn't seem to have come to the imperial capital much, even on the day I ascended the throne, he just sent someone to send a congratulatory gift."

Qi Xingzhi instantly understood.

"Does the emperor want to summon King Jin into the palace to test his loyalty before making a decision?"

Chu Houmin didn't dare to take a step and couldn't make a mistake.

"King Jin is loyal, heaven and earth can be learned, I just miss the general Shenwu, I want to see if the green silk on the general's head has added a little snow color like me."

Qi Xingzhi cooperates in a good way.

"The emperor Shengming, at that time, the minister is willing to meet with the emperor and the king of Jin, if he can play a few more games of chess, it is the best, after all, he failed to overshadow him and Du Jinglun on the battlefield back then, and it has always been a piece of the minister's heart, and he has to kill him for a few games, so that his mind can be smooth, and he will die blind."

Hearing the last four words, Chu Houmin immediately pretended to be guilty and glared slightly:

"Xiangguo can't talk nonsense, I still hope that you can help my Chu family's royal family guard another Jiazi country!"

Qi Xingzhi returned to the ceremony.

"Minister, you must do your best!"

……

Chifeng Mountain Range, on the top of the mountain where the phoenix pith is located.

Counting the past few days of exploring the law of the phoenix marrow releasing fireworks, Lao Qian has been away from the Jin Palace's mansion for nearly a month and a half.

On the side of the Jin Palace, there was still no urging at all.

Lao Qian's side, I don't know how many of the conditions mentioned in the ancient scrolls Shen Wanjun have gathered.

Fortunately, the "procrastination" in these days has not been wasted, although it cannot be said to be 100% certain, but Lao Qian is ninety percent sure that he can scoop it out of the stone basin and put it into the utensils made of thousand-year-old ice before the phoenix marrow releases the terrifying fireworks.

Today, it has come to the critical moment when Lao Qian decided to make a move.

Zhu Mo beckoned the cook of the gangfu camp early in the morning, cut two large plates of beef slices for the sake of alcohol, and did not worry that Lao Qian would drink and make a mistake, so he brought a whole ten jars of five poison wine.

Speaking of the origin of these five poisonous liquors, in the western realm of Great Yan and even in the Xisha Dynasty, it is equivalent to the status of winter furnace wine in Jinzhou, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the local "emperor of wine"!

As the name suggests, this wine is made by soaking at least three years by putting five kinds of poisons, namely centipede, gecko, viper, scorpion, and toad, into the wine vat, and adding 18 kinds of herbs that can dissolve the five poisonous toxins but retain the nourishing effect of the five poisons.

After drinking this wine, you will feel the coolness in your throat, and then it will be like a fire exploding in your belly, and there will be a confrontation between ice and fire, and there is a mysterious feeling hidden in it.

What's more, if you can drink these five poison medicinal liquor all year round, it is said that you can also prolong your life, and it is not a problem to live at least three more years and five years.

Of course, the deliciousness and effectiveness of the Five Poisons Medicinal Wine are destined to not be too low.

Ordinary wine, two dollars and a jar.

If the year is longer, no matter how expensive it is, it is no more expensive than a jar or two pieces of silver.

And these five poison wines are even the lowest year of the jar, and they have three taels of silver and one jar on the market, you know, ordinary people's families, the annual expenses of a family of five cannot exceed thirteen taels of silver.

In other words, the ten jars and five poisons and liquor placed next to this old man are enough for two families of five to live a prosperous life for a whole year.

It can be seen that the pockets of each of the 800,000 Shen family soldiers are swollen enough.

It can also be seen that Zhu Mo has never treated Lao Qian badly in his daily life.

"Old Qian, although you are open to eating and drinking wine and meat, the younger generation will definitely have an inexhaustible supply, and it will continue to be inexhaustible."

After holding Lao Qian and inviting him to the bench, Zhu Mo was like a eunuch in the palace, half-bent over to serve beside him.

This kind of scene, it is not the first time that the white tiger warriors on the mountain have seen it, and their mood is the same as when they saw Zhu Mo kneeling and bowing to Lao Qian that day, and no one can understand why this killing god in his own white tiger camp is so respectful to a bad old man.

Could it be ...... Is it General Zhu's long-lost grandfather?

Some people dare to speculate like this, but no one dares to put similar speculation out of their mouths.

Because even if they are brothers who have been born and died together for many years, none of the 50,000 White Tiger soldiers in the White Tiger Camp dare to pat their chests and say that they will not be bitten by the waist snake if they annoy General Zhu.

After Lao Qian sat down, he didn't say anything polite to Zhu Mo, grabbed a handful of beef slices with his bare hands and stuffed them into his mouth, and then didn't use a wine bowl, he opened the seal directly, and poured a jar of five poison medicine wine into his stomach with one hand.

"Shhhh This expensive wine is full of taste, hahaha! ”

Without Shen Liang by his side to "teach a lesson", Lao Qian could finally show his gold teeth without fear of being scolded and laugh heartily.

But before Zhu Mo could pick up something beside him, Lao Qian raised his eyebrows again, and asked Zhu Mo with a little suspicion:

"Hey, you kid, you're so generous today, shouldn't you treat this meal of wine and meat as a send-off meal?"

Zhu Mo was terrified when he heard this, and his posture was about to exaggerate to the extreme, and he knelt at the feet of the old money.

"The younger generation is wronged! No such intention! ”

"Alright, alright."

Lao Qian threw out a soft true qi, and helped Zhu Mo's bent knees up.

Immediately, he no longer ate meat, but drank the wine cow in the altar into his stomach, and finally wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and wrote lightly:

"The rest of the wine and meat, when the old man comes back, I will enjoy it slowly."

With that, his figure disappeared in an instant, and when Zhu Mo and the White Tiger Warriors relocked the figure of Lao Qian, who was already familiar with the way, he swept to the crater and jumped down, jumping down without hesitation.

At this time, a white tiger soldier with a high official rank finally stepped forward to ask.

"General, where did this old man come from?"

The expression on Zhu Mo's face was rare solemn and solemn.

Just say that-

"It's a person who even our Jin King has to use his brains to ask for it...... Land Immortals. ”