The rain stopped, and a golden wisp shot out of the broken clouds.

The wide robe was spread on the ground, and the national teacher sat there quietly, carrying flower stems and scissors in both hands, pruning the branches and leaves with great concentration.

It's like pruning the Tang Kingdom with flowers blooming at both ends.

The two leaves sit neatly on the edge of the pot and don't move with the wind.

Li Xiu has already left the East Palace, walking side by side with Li Xian on the street, there are always many subtle changes after and before the rain, such as the cool breeze rising from all around, such as the fresh and hearty street air.

Chang'an's busy traffic reappeared, and people on both sides pushed the door out to do something that had not been done before.

"What did the national teacher tell you?"

There is still a distance from the Venerable Master's world, Li Xianyi obviously can't bear the loneliness, and wants to talk about something casually.

"Said two things. ”

Li Xiu replied.

"What two things?"

"Don't say. ”

Li Xian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye when he heard this, and said with a smile: "I only heard that you have a monk friend, but I don't know when you also became a monk." ”

Only a Buddha can often say the unspeakable.

Hide the edge, make the sky.

"Well, if you don't say it, you won't say it, I don't believe that you have any plan to bypass me, the crown prince. ”

Some smug eyebrows were raised, and his steps became much more cheerful.

"By the way, there's something for you. ”

Li Xian looked at him, lowered his raised eyebrows, and then took out a thin piece of paper from his arms and handed it over.

Reaching out to take it, he looked it up and down.

This is an invitation.

There isn't much content in it, just two lines of words up and down.

"For the Tang Dynasty, for the little Nanqiao. ”

"On October 22, I respectfully invite His Royal Highness the Prince to come to Gusu City to talk about it and treat each other on the couch. ”

This invitation is very poorly written, and no one will go.

But the person who wrote the letter was very unusual.

This is the handwriting of Murong Yingjie, the city lord of Gusu City.

"It's almost there, and I thought it was a difficult road. ”

The two walked a distance, and the prince Liu led three hundred people to hang far behind.

From the East Palace to the Venerable Master, it would be very slow if you walked the wide street, Li Xiu entered the alley and spared the shortcut, but the alley is the easiest to hide, good or bad.

It is also most likely that the person who is hiding the long forest.

Fortunately, there are no ambushes on this road, and it is not as difficult as imagined.

Li Xianyi

I couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

As time passed, more and more people died in Changlin, and there were fewer and fewer people left, and it was impossible to completely subvert this dark force that had been hidden in Datang for so many years.

Like the calm before a storm, Changlin must be preparing something.

Nobody knows.

"Compared to this road, my road should be a little more difficult to walk. ”

Li Xiu took the invitation into his arms and said lightly.

Murong Yingjie personally wrote a letter, and he was going to Gusu City no matter what.

Gusu City is more than 100,000 miles away from Chang'an City, which is a long distance, and it will pass through many places along the way, especially through the Meridian Valley.

There are many people in this world who want him to die.

Changlin, Yin Cao, Desolate, Shangqing Palace, Holy Sect, Empress, Taiwei.

He has many enemies, and it seems that no one can stop him along the way, but in fact, he is walking on thin ice and full of difficulties.

He can't afford to take a wrong step.

"Murong Yingjie invited me to die, what do you think?"

The two of them walked between the blue bricks and black walls, their feet in the water, and strange sounds resounded in the alley.

Li Xiu didn't beat around the bush, but asked directly.

Now that the chaos in Gusu City has been decided, there will definitely be a winner or loser between the city lord and the second master.

Coupled with the chaos in Changlin, the wasteland was frustrated, the yin was humiliated, and the wasteland suffered heavy losses.

Everything is slowly squeezing, and sooner or later there will be a day when it can't be suppressed.

Murong Yingjie asked him to leave Chang'an and go to Gusu City, which was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

This is asking him to die.

"Is he the emperor?"

Li Xian asked.

Naturally, he is not, since he is not the emperor, so why should he care?

Could it be that if someone asks you to die, you will really die?

There is nothing so easy in the world.

Li Xiu understood the meaning of his words.

But even if you are not an emperor, just a butcher in the market, there will always be a way to kill people.

"Why? People who come and go freely in the snowfield are afraid of this little scene?"

Li Xianyi teased again.

It's a bad beating.

Li Xiu glanced at him, Li Xian shrank his neck and hurriedly said, "If you don't want to go, you can not go, what do you care about him?"

"I'm talking to you, not chatting. ”

The prince's appearance today is very jumpy, in other words, very unreliable.

said a few

Words are all nonsense.

This matter is serious.

The ridicule on Li Xian's face finally disappeared, and a solemn look gradually appeared on his face.

"Gusu City has a Beidou-level status above the rivers and lakes, not to mention that this time it was Murong Yingjie who wrote to you personally, this face must be given, and Gusu City can't be messed up, or this mess must be suppressed in an instant. ”

"He calculated that you won't sit idly by and let the chaos within Datang become a pot of porridge, but I don't understand why he took the initiative to target you, it stands to reason that it is not an exaggeration to take the initiative to avoid compromise with you during the confrontation between him and Murong Tiancheng, where did he dare to provoke you?"

That's the crux of the matter.

Li Xian, who began to use his brain, grasped the point in an instant.

Li Xiu didn't want the Tang Kingdom to be in turmoil, this was something that everyone knew.

The infighting in Gusu City has touched his bottom line, and he should avoid Li Xiu at this time.

And Murong Yingjie took the initiative to bump into it.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

The words summed up by the ancients often have some truth.

"Unless he knows that you will definitely stand on Murong Tiancheng's side, it is better to take the initiative to attack while waiting to be killed, there are many people in the Tang Kingdom who want to kill you, he only needs to pay an invitation to kill you, this deal is worth it." ”

Li Xian thought about it for a while, sorted out all the things that could have happened and had happened before and after, and summed up this point.

This is indeed the most likely possibility.

Walking out of the alley, the line of sight in front of me became wider, and the Venerable World was not far away.

Li Xiu's eyes blinked slightly.

"This is very far-fetched, Murong Yingjie is a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, but because of this, he doesn't dare to do this, the possibility of killing me is very high, but it is not absolute, if I survive, all his efforts will be in vain, he has a grand plan to unfold in his heart, I don't think he dares to bet." ”

The words of the two people have their own truth, but if you really understand Murong Yingjie, you will find that what Li Xiu said is actually the most reasonable.

He wanted to carry forward Gusu City and become the master of the entire rivers and lakes.

Then you can't go head-to-head with Datang.

"This invitation may seem like a small measure, but the article in it is not small. ”

Li Xian sneered, his eyes were a little dangerous.

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PS: I don't know why, I suddenly swelled, I plan to watch three more every day, I don't know how long I can last haha, I hope the longer the better, there are two more tonight, the old rules, you sleep, I'll write slowly, and I'll see it tomorrow