More than a month later, in one of the back gardens of the Dragon Palace in Shuifu, Tongtian River, Ji Yuan and Lao Long sat opposite each other at the garden table, this time there was no chessboard on it, just pastries and tea.

Ji Yuan and the three dragons of the Ying clan also returned here yesterday, but they didn't need to bother with the search for dragon corpses and insects and the matter of seeing the Fusang Divine Tree and the Sun Golden Crow before for the time being, and the old Yellow Dragon Huang Yuzhong would be mainly responsible for informing the dragon clan about this, and Ji Yuan and they were also happy to rest.

At this moment, Ji Yuan was taking out the picture scroll from his sleeve and placing it on the table to slowly unfold it, and the soft and clear water waves in the water house had no effect on the scroll. The old dragon stared carefully at the lifelike hedgehog on the scroll, while throwing a handful of berries into his mouth and chewing it.

Ji Yuan looked at the unresponsive hedgehog on the picture scroll, stretched out his hand on the picture scroll and slowly crossed some mana, watching the hedgehog on the picture scroll become more and more vivid, and the color gradually brightened, and then spoke in a deep voice.

"Hedgehog, what do you have to say to Ji?"

Ji Yuan's words seem to be unclear, but in fact, there is a reason, when he was observing the Fusang Sacred Tree, Ji Yuan had taken out the hedgehog picture scroll more than once, but those times, the hedgehog picture scroll did not react at all.

After Ji Yuan finished asking, he waited for a while, but the picture scroll still didn't react, and the old dragon glanced at Ji Yuan, and like Ji Yuan, the corners of his mouth also showed a smile.

"Hedgehog, you've seen the Fusang tree and the sun golden crow before, right?"

After waiting for a while, the picture scroll still didn't react much, Ji Yuan and the old dragon glanced at each other, the latter nodded slightly, and the next moment, Ji Yuan waved his sleeves and threw out a corpse, which was the size of several tables on the side, it was the kind of monster that attacked the dragons outside the Void Tang Valley.

"Huh?"

The pig on the picture scroll suddenly let out a puzzled sound, and Ji Yuan picked up the picture scroll and aimed it at the monster's corpse.

"Do you want to say something?"

Black smoke began to rise from the scroll, and the head of the pig was already close to the surface of the scroll, as if it was about to emerge from the scroll.

"Tiger Jiao, this ghost looks like a six-point image at most, and it's a little smaller...... Draw his blood marrow to Uncle Ben!"

Ji Yuan has no impression of the tiger Jiao in his heart, it sounds like a dragon, but this appearance of the pig actually said that it has a six-point likeness. However, these worries were suppressed for the time being, and he looked at the pig in the picture scroll.

"Are you just a painting, or is there something else special about you, who is the person who painted you?"

"Draw his blood marrow to Uncle Ben, draw his blood marrow to Uncle Ben!"

The pig began to repeat the words again, Ji Yuan frowned, feeling that the pig was pretending to be stupid again, this time he didn't bother to fight with the pig with any mentality, and directly shook the strength of his hand, and put away the scroll, and didn't give the pig time to react.

"Uh, Mr. Ji, why did you just put away the scroll?"

The old dragon was a little puzzled on the side, he thought that Ji Yuan would have another conversation with the pig on the painting, and Ji Yuan did not hide it from the old dragon, looking at the painting and speaking bluntly.

"Although it is rumored that the pig is a just beast, but it can not be believed, this picture may be a real pig, can not always help him, such a famous and surnamed ancient beast can not be an ordinary monster, the sun Jin Crow should be seen by the old man, the pig is naturally impossible to catch up with the golden crow, but it is by no means idle, since this pig in front of us frequently pretended to be stupid, Ji Mou can not always help this pig. ”

The old dragon's expression was clear, and when he recalled the shock when he saw the golden crow, he naturally looked at the pig several points higher.

"Mr. Ji's concerns are reasonable, please use tea. ”

"Please. ”

At the moment when the two of them were drinking tea, Ying Ruoli also entered the courtyard, she had just returned from her temple in Tongtianjiang.

"Dad, Uncle Ji, I'm back. ”

The old dragon pointed to the place next to the table.

"Sit down and talk about the changes in the past three years. ”

Ying Ruoli approached the table and sat down, and told him about the things he knew, not about the internal affairs of the dragon clan, nor about Shinto affairs, and even had little to do with cultivation, mainly what happened to Dazhen in the past three years.

For the cultivators is just three years, for the world it is not long to say that it is not short, there are two things worth Ying Ruoli emphasized, the first is that Emperor Hongwu died a year ago, the new emperor did not give himself the title of honor as the previous generations of emperors after succeeding to the throne, influenced by the emperor's teacher Yin Zhaoxian's childhood education, the new emperor believes that if it is not for the love of vanity, then the non-outstanding emperor can not have the honorific title, and his new successor to the great treasure is not that qualified.

Ying Ruoli slowly said the first thing, Ji Yuan put down the teacup and sighed thoughtfully.

"Yes, Emperor Hongwu is dead......"

At the beginning, Ji Yuan saw that Yang Hao's life was not prosperous, but after entering "Wild Fox Shy" together, he was a little better, but he didn't expect that he only lasted for two more years and died in less than a little bit.

"This second thing, well, Uncle Ji, Daddy, you may not guess that Zu Yue Guo has mobilized troops against Dazhen. ”

Ying Ruoli finished speaking, but the old dragon didn't react, and Ji Yuan was obviously stunned.

"Huh, Zu Yue Guo mobilized troops against Dazhen?"

This fate was unexpected, but it was still possible in his mind, how could Zu Yue take the lead in breaking the armistice contract and mobilizing troops against Dazhen?

"Yes, and Uncle Ji, just half a year after the death of Emperor Hongwu, Zu Yue raised 80,000 troops, known as 300,000 male soldiers, and conquered six passes and 13 villages on the border of Dazhen in two months, and entered Qizhou, and half of Qizhou fell ......"

This development is even a bit dramatic, Zu Yue's domestic and foreign troubles are turbulent, and he can actually achieve this kind of victory? This should be Zu Yueguo's last fight, right?

"And what about Dazhen's reaction?"

Ji Yuan frowned and asked, Ying Ruoli knew that Uncle Ji was more concerned about Dazhen's affairs, so of course he answered truthfully and in detail.

"Dazhen is indignant all over the country, up to the squires of Shihao, down to the common people of Limin, all angry at the ancestors to attack, my temple praying for blessings, there are many people who want to protect the winners of the Dazhen war, and now even many Confucian scholars have thrown pen to serve in the army, and there is no lack of Confucian ...... with swords"

"Oh......"

Ji Yuan nodded slowly, and the old dragon on the side smiled.

"Hehe, it's a little interesting, although the old man doesn't have much interest in the things of the world, but he also knows that the ancestors of the Yue country are full of holes, listening to Ruoli's meaning, Dazhen has suffered a big loss?"

Ji Yuan is already pinching his fingers, and it is difficult to say anything that involves humanity and luck, but it is difficult to calculate the future, and it doesn't take too much effort to calculate the past, and he can understand a general direction.

"To put it bluntly, the Dazhen border army underestimated the enemy, and it was calculated or unintentional, so it suffered a big loss. ”

In general, almost everyone in the Dazhen army thinks that the national conditions of Zuyue are extremely poor, and they don't have the courage to attack Dazhen, and they don't think that the existing army of Zuyue will not have any combat effectiveness, and the result is that the enemy will be defeated.

Hearing these two things, Ji Yuan sighed slightly, got up directly and said goodbye, the old dragon didn't stay much, but gave Ji Yuan the small jar of ambergris that he had promised before, but even if there was no Ying Feng, this wine was originally intended to be drunk with Ji Yuan.

Out of Shuifu, he flew through the fog and waves, and it didn't take long for Ji Yuan to fall into the city of Gyeonggi Prefecture.

The streets are still bustling, and they are still lively, and Ji Yuan walks on the streets, and pedestrians and merchants come and go.

"Selling cakes, freshly baked cakes~~" "Rock sugar gourd, sour and sweet......"

"Bow and arrow, sell bows and arrows, a strong bow with one stone, and you can wear the armor of the ancestor thief a hundred steps away!"

......

Ji Yuan walked on the street, his ears were all kinds of noisy and lively conversations and shouts, his eyes wandered on the street, although it was blurred, but it seemed that in this early winter season, among the people who were dressed like Confucians, eight out of ten actually wore swords, hung on their waists and walked with swords, he Ji Yuan looked different.

Suddenly, outside the teahouse not far away, a guy shouted loudly to the outside world.

"There is news of the border army, there is news of the border army in this teahouse, but anyone who comes to the building to order tea comes with a plate of refreshments~~~"

"What, news from the border army?" "Let's go, let's see!"

"Wait for me, take a seat, take a seat!"

......

Many of the people who heard this sound in the street moved, and many of the vendors who set up their stalls told the vendors next to them to help take care of the stalls, and they themselves hurried in the direction of the noise, especially among the readers and pedestrians on the street.

Ji Yuan paused, and then also quickened his speed and walked forward, and when he arrived at the edge of the teahouse, the seats inside were already full, but there were still people coming, the teahouse table that originally sat four people at a table, now at least eight or nine people were crowded, and there were many more people sitting on small stools on the edge of the pillars of the corridor, or simply standing, almost everyone was holding a teacup in their hands, and Dr. Tea was holding a teapot and pouring tea one by one.

The teahouse was almost surrounded by water, and a few tea doctors carried teapots to pour tea around, just like the skilled bus conductors in Ji Yuan's memory of his previous life, who could make everyone buy all the tickets on the crowded bus. The only exception was a table next to the counter, where stood a middle-aged Confucian with a paper fan.

"Everyone, the ancestors of the rats deceived me too much! Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of my border army to enter Qizhou, the country of Zuyue is turbulent, the so-called sergeants are like bandits, burning and looting in Qizhou, and more and more bandits from the country of Zuyue have entered the country, I have rushed to the aid of Qizhou with several large armies, and the vanguard has done several battles with the Zuyue bandits!"

"A bunch of bastards!" "yes, I can't go to the battlefield to serve the country!"

"My dynasty is stable and peaceful, the national strength is strong, and the ancestors and rats are not grateful to me for being generous to them, and they dare to kill themselves!"

For a time, the crowd in the teahouse was furious.