078 Buy soldiers and horses

It's been nearly two months. Xue Xijian's injury was almost healed, so Weifeng Murong Xueyan said goodbye: "Xueyan, thank you for taking care of me during this period. My injury is almost all right. I still have my own things to do, so I won't bother you."

"Where are you going?" Murong Xueyan asked.

"Go and avenge the old man Shangguan Mo." Xue Xijian's eyes turned red and said in pain.

"Revenge? Even if you have unrivaled martial arts skills, enter the Prime Minister's mansion and take the head of Shangguan Mo, so what? Murong Xueyan countered, "People in the world will only think that he died, and you still can't really get justice for your dead relatives."

"What do you think?" Xue Xijian asked angrily.

Murong Xueyan pondered for a moment, looked at him solemnly, and said carefully: "First of all, you have to recruit again with your past contacts and funds, and you will fight with the one in the imperial city in the future. Secondly, after you take back what should belong to you, you will announce No one will doubt the crime of Shangguan Mo. In the end, you can convict Shangguan Mo's party according to the law. Only in this way can you truly get justice for your wife, children and followers.

"Xue Yan..." Xue Xijian looked at her in astonishment. She is just a female streamer, but she has such a heart, which really makes him look sideways. Looking at himself, he didn't think about anything just now. With a moment of blood and a sword, he wanted to avenge his relatives.

Murong Xueyan looked at him and continued, "If you want to recruit soldiers and buy horses, you need a lot of money, and at the beginning, your strength is unstable and your actions should be secret."

"Fund..." Xue Xijian's eyes were embarrassed.

"I have it." Murong Xueyan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "In the past few years, I have invested in brothel, opened a winery in Beiqi, and set up a beauty salon in Eastern Wei. I have a lot of savings on hand."

"Would you like to help me?" Xue Xijian stared at her and asked again with less certainty.

"Yes. I think with your temperament, you will be a benevolent king after ascending the throne. Murong Xueyan said, "I occasionally go to the street a few times, and I hear the people's grievances boiling. The people all say that today's government is essentially under the control of Shangguan Mo, and his Shangguan family satisfies his selfish desires, regardless of the hardships of the people."

Xue Xijian nodded and said yes. It can be imagined that Shangguan has been coveting the throne for a long time, and he was aware of it when he was established as the crown prince at the beginning. However, the previous emperor trusted Shangguan Mo, and Shangguan Mo was really cunning and had never exposed the fox's tail. Even if he put people around him, he could not hear any wind, so he dragged on until the death of the late emperor and could not touch him at all.

Pressing the sword, Xue Xijian sat on the edge of the desk and thought about the tiger for a long time.

In addition to being the prime minister, Shangguan Mo is also the uncle of the ninth prince Xue Xiyan. Because of this kinship, he passed away. After he thought that he had successfully removed the prince, he chose the 14-year-old ninth prince as the new emperor. On the one hand, the ninth prince was still young and easy to control, and second, the relationship between nephews also made He didn't dare to disobey him easily.

And he, in terms of kinship, can only count on Wen Yincheng, the general of Jingbian, who is guarded far away at the border gate. Wen Yincheng's wife and his mother are the sisters of a compatriot. In terms of blood, Wen Yincheng is his direct uncle.

Xue Xijian told Murong Xueyan about her plan, but she shook her head and said, "I'm afraid you can think of it. Shangguan Mo, the old thief, thought of it earlier than you. Your uncle, was either imprisoned on any charge, or degraded and released from military power."

Xue Xijian nodded and said yes, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while.

Murong Xueyan also thought about it for a long time. Fang asked, "Did you cultivate your own power when you were the prince?"

"Yes." Xue Xijian said, "Lan Shangwu, the commander of the Forbidden Army in the capital, was drunk for a year and violated the military rules. He was going to be executed. I saved him with the death-free gold medal given by my father."

"How is that person?" Murong Xueyan said.

"To be honest. It's just because of our position that we seldom contact each other.

"I think we might as well disguise ourselves into the city, inquire about the truth first, and then take the opportunity to contact Lan Shangwu. However, people's hearts are unpredictable. I think we'd better be careful.

"Xueyan, it's very dangerous to go here. Would you like to accompany me to be involved in danger?" Xue Xijian asked.

Murong Xueyan smiled and did not answer. For half a day, she asked, "Are we friends?"

"Of course."

"If you are a friend, you're welcome."

The warmth came, making Xue Xijian warm in front of his eyes. He calmed down and calmed down to think about the plan to leave the city.

"It's actually very easy to disguise, and it's hard to be recognized by sticking a beard or something." Murong Xueyan said, "It seems that it will not be comfortable to stick a beard. I don't think it's better. You find a rotten pig skin and stick it on your face. At first glance, it looks extremely ugly. If others don't even want to look at you for the second time, they won't seriously recognize your appearance."

"That's a great idea." Xue Xijian praised, "Xueyan, you are really smart."

"As for me, as long as the scar on my forehead is completely exposed, it's fine." Murong Xueyan wiped the carefully decorated part of her forehead with a handkerchief, and the thick and deep scar was completely exposed in front of him.

"How could this happen? Does it still hurt?" The scar is inches long, extremely deep and thick, and looks like a knife wound. From the surface recovery, it should have been several years. Despite this, Xue Xijian couldn't help regretting and said, "Who on earth did this to treat you so hard?"

"It's been four years, and it hasn't hurt for a long time." Murong Xueyan didn't want to wander on this topic for too long, and said, "Two people with scars on our faces walking on the road should be so ugly that they won't attract attention."

"If we go to Lan Shangwu, we should hide our true identity at first." Xue Xijian said again.

"This is natural." Murong Xueyan agreed.

2

After dressing up, Murong Xueyan and Xue Xijian both entered the city. In order to make it more realistic, Murong Xueyan bought two sets of coarse cloth clothes worn by ordinary people and two hats. They are two ugly people. It is reasonable to wear a bamboo hat to cover up their shame.

It has been two months since the bloody coup, and the original calm and order has been restored in the capital. The people live in peace, and the market is as lively as in the past. From this point of view, the palace change does not have much influence on the people. The bloody scenes of the struggle for power in the court are more like an unreachable legend for the people. After all, a plain life is what the people really need and desire.

The two of them entered through the gate and came to the most lively tea house in the city. Here, people often talk about the current situation and state affairs. Murong Xueyan occasionally comes once or twice, and the known news in the palace is also known by everyone.

After she sat down with Xue Xijian, she ordered a few small dishes.

A table of guests next to them are the children of famous families, all of whom are well-dressed and good-looking. At that time, a table of people were talking happily, which made the two of them hear a lot of news.

"I heard that General Jingbian was promoted to prime minister." One person's words are surprised.

"General Wen has outstanding military achievements. Prime Minister Shangguan is now the regent. Naturally, the position of Prime Minister is his." One person echoed.

"In this way, Wen Cheng's opponent has no military power..." One person seemed to see the essence behind the matter, and his tone was gloomy.

One person looked around for a while and said with caution, "Be careful what you say. Now it's not as usual."

Sure enough, before the man finished his words, a team of guards came to the gate of Chakongliao with guns, and the leading young general shouted, "Catch the chaotic party, catch the chaotic party!"

"Sir, I'm a serious businessman, and I have nothing to do with the promiscuous party. Do you think it's a different place?" The boss of Chaliao smiled flatteringly at the young general.

"Bullshit, I'm not honest when I see your appearance. You must have hidden the promiscuous party here!" The young man was arrogant. Without saying a word, he turned around and ordered, "Come in and search!"

"Sir, what you said is wrong. I don't have a promiscuous party here..." The boss of Chaliao has been in a cold sweat.

"Whwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwhwh The young general stared at the people, arrogantly pointed his spear at the crowd, and asked one after another, "Are you a promiscuous party, aren't you?" And you, you!"

Some timid and afraid people have been so scared that they have escaped from Chaliao, and they don't even have time to settle the account. The owner of Chaliao shouted in a hurry: "The guest is back, and the account has not been settled yet!" ..." These shouts didn't help at all. The boss of Chaliao could not help but also have a few domineering officers and soldiers, but also couldn't keep guests. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"Master, good. I'm also doing small business here. If you do this, I can't do business here." The boss had nothing to do, so he had no choice but to ask for it.

"Then what do you say?" The leader smiled strangely and approached him, "I think your business here is quite good. Have you saved enough money? If you firmly believe that there is no promiscuity here, you have to show your sincerity!"

"Master, what do you mean?" The boss of Chaliao frowned and asked with half-knowledge.

"What our leader means is that if you pay the money, you won't be promiscuous here. Do you understand?" A soldier reminded him.

This is obviously a rip-off play! Xue Xijian was so angry that he wanted to get up. Murong Xueyan could see what he was thinking and quickly pressed him and shook his head at him.

Seeing that the owner of Chaliao took out two ingots of about 100 taels of silver, the young general took the silver and bit it in his mouth with great satisfaction. Then he smiled and said, "Let's go!" And he shamelessly turned back and smiled at the boss of Chaliao and said, "Boss, see you later!"

"Ah? Do you still want to come?" The owner of Chaliao's cold sweaty face suddenly twitched into a ball.

The young general proudly left with a group of people, and Chaliao regained his composure. After a long time, Murong Xueyan and Xue Xijian heard a slightly informed person on the next table talking, "This man was originally a trusted member of the Prime Minister Shangguan's mansion, but now he has got this fat difference. He is rampant all day long and squeezes people's money to enrich his own pockets. This world, alas!"

What is this called? One person gets the way, and the chicken and dog ascends to the sky! It's just a former subordinate of the prime minister's mansion. Look at what he just pulled! It can be seen how arrogant and domineering those powerful guys are!