Chapter 62 What you need

Ouyang Wan took a deep breath and said, "In just a few months, the martial arts practice has reached the realm of master. This is like a person who doesn't even know words and suddenly becomes a generation of literary giants.

"Isn't there any way to make people's martial arts attain the realm of master in a few months? In other words, is it your feeling wrong? The masters in the palace are like clouds. If Liu Ye has really reached the realm of the master, it is impossible not to be found.

"No one can find it except me."

"Hm?"

Ouyang got up and said solemnly, "Your Highness, you didn't ask me why in Shen Haoran's matter, but you were willing to help me. I sincerely thank you. Now, I won't hide anything from you anymore.

"You should have told me long ago. You can't think of it even if you think about it for a hundred years." Xia Wuchen joked.

"I'm not a child of the Ouyang family. You know this seventh highness. In fact, I was originally a poor farmer's child. When I was six years old, because my family was too poor, my parents left me in the mountains. After experiencing hunger, thirst, and fear of death, I thought I was going to die tragically, a pair of warm and strong hands suddenly took me away from the deep mountain full of corpses. The person who saved me was Shen Haoran. Later, he took me to Linyun and gave it to Ouyang and his wife, who were already at home, and asked his master to teach me how to learn and martial arts. Ouyang Wan's face was filled with a faint smile, and those past were undoubtedly happy and sweet. "You may not believe it. Although my master is very good at martial arts, his knowledge is really not good. That's why my literary talent is so bad.

Xia Wuchen hugged his hands and lowered his head: "I know about this. Later, I heard that your master suddenly disappeared?"

"Indeed, the master suddenly disappeared a few years ago. However, half a year before the master disappeared, he taught me an internal skill practice called Qidujie. This kind of martial arts is divided into seven layers. If you learn it completely, there will be no opponent in the world. But the master said that my qualifications were too poor and only let me learn the second level. After that, the master disappeared.

"Do you mean that Liuye is likely to have learned seven disasters?"

"It's not very possible, it's certain."

"Why?"

"Alas, Your Highness, you are better than me, but you are not as good as me when it comes to martial arts fights. For example, the martial arts genre is the same as your writing, and each genre is like a different font. Liu Ye's martial arts are the same as my missing master. In other words, Liu Ye will definitely cross seven disasters.

Xia Wuchen suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly: "So it is. Why don't we ask Liu Ye? Maybe he is another apprentice of your master."

"Eh? Ask him directly.

"Yes, wouldn't it be better to ask directly? Maybe there are some other clues."

Ouyang Wan stood up and patted the table and said, "Yes, why didn't I think of such a good method? Just ask directly. Your Highness, you are still smart."

"..." Xia Wuchen whispered: It's not that I'm smart, but that you're too stupid.

Ke Chengyang told what happened in the palace one by one to his father, Ke Wu, Marquis of Ning. Sure enough, as Xia Wuchen expected, although Ke Wu was a straight-hearted warrior, he was not a fool. At the same time, Ke Chengyang also knew that once the army was mobilized, he was bound to be accused of conspiracy.

"Chengyang, do you think you should transfer the 150,000 troops stationed around Linyun as a father?"

"Does father mean to keep the 150,000 troops away from Linyun?"

"That's right. According to the situation, the 150,000 army for the father is easy to be slandered by those who catch the wind. It is better to transfer the army away from Linyun and let the 150,000 army join the other 350,000 army. If something happens to your father, you will leave Linyun with the tiger charm and go to Shu to find your uncle.

Ke Chengyang comforted, "Father, it's okay. As long as we don't move, there will be no problem."

"No, no, I can rest assured that 150,000 troops must be transferred from Linyun. The soldiers listened to the order for the tiger charm and could only transfer 150,000 troops away from Linyun. Even if they had no choice but to hand over the tiger charm for their father, there would be a buffer time.

Ke Chengyang did not think carefully about his strengths, but the court and the military were not what he was good at: "Since my father said so, let's do it. The child doesn't know much about this kind of thing. I just hope his father will be careful.

"Chengyang, I have suffered from you for so many years." Ke Wu patted Ke Chengyang on the shoulder, and his face was full of guilt.

"The child knows that the father did this for the child and the whole family."

"As long as you can understand the painstaking efforts of being a father."

Ke Chengyang looked at his father with white temples, and an indescribable feeling surged into his heart.

The originally clear sky became cloudy and dense in an instant, and there was a drizzle.

In the remote streets and alleys, Dugulan looked at Jiang Mozhu with a white fan in his hand and a faint smile. She thought that the emperor only wanted 500,000 military power in the hands of Ke Wu, the Marquis of Ning, so that she teamed up with herself to plan the death of the crown princess. But now she found that this was not the whole thing at all, or even just the beginning.

"Well, is Dugu Fengyi willing to make this deal with Weichen?"

The drizzle was hazy and wet the green silk. Dugulan mocked, "Lord Jiang, can you really watch your life die with your past?"

"Once I become famous, since I can't go to the battlefield, I will at least be a powerful minister above 10,000 people under one person. Unlike the battlefield, the imperial court can only survive if it is cruel, hard and cold, can't it?

"What can a dying person achieve hegemony?"

"It is because I'm about to die that I have to see what kind of hegemony I can achieve in my life before I die." Jiang Mozhu said, "I heard that you were born as a concubine's daughter. How can you have such ambition as a concubine?"

"Well, just because I am a concubine, do I have to live a life of looking at people's faces all my life?" Dugulan's tone suddenly became fierce, and her status as a common woman was a nightmare and bondage that she could never break free of.

"Well said, so in the words of the Empress, is it just because Weichen is about to die that he has to spend the rest of the days lightly?"

"Why should I believe you?"

"You can't believe Weichen, but you should always trust the emperor. The emperor wants Ke Wu and your father's military power, and then unify the whole world and achieve imperial hegemony. And if you want to get rid of the status of a common woman, Weichen wants to embark on the road of a powerful minister, and everyone takes what they need.

"What I asked is, how can I trust you?" Dugulan raised his chin slightly and said, "I thought I had reached an alliance with the emperor, but I didn't expect that Lord Jiang and the emperor reached an alliance in the end. With the wisdom of Lord Jiang, I'm afraid that even the dead Xiao Ruyan is not your opponent. In this case, how can I easily believe in a person who is so resourceful?

"Since the Empress can trust the emperor, why can't she trust Weichen? In fact, Weichen did this and hoped that the prince would ascend to the throne in the future, and Xu gave Weichen a promise.

"Promise?"

"Well, the four sedan chairs are coming back soon. Weichen will definitely visit the palace another day, so I will leave.

Looking at Jiang Mozhu's thin back, it is difficult for Du Gulan to imagine that the once famous General Feiyu would become a weak courtier full of conspiracy and tricks. Do you hope that the prince will make a promise to him when he ascends the throne in the future?

Promise? Dugulan repeatedly repeated the last sentence left by Jiang Mozhu.

Does the general want to restore the country? However, the royal blood of Cang Kingdom has not been killed. How can the country be restored? No, no. There is still one person left in the royal family of Cang, Murong Lingyue.

So, he really wants to restore the country, so he has to use the power of the prince.

Slanting wind and drizzle, cooking wine and listening to the flute.

Jiang Mozhu held a white fan and walked leisurely on the empty cyan slate street. Walking beside him was a young man with slightly dark eyes. The slightly curly hazel hair hanging in the silk clearly shows that he is from the Golden Kingdom.

Different from Jiang Mozhu's weak and cold, he has a warm atmosphere like the sunshine in March, and the light golden brocade clothes full of exotic styles are embroidered with tedious auspicious lotus flowers. There is a blue gem hanging around his neck that seems to flow.

That's why when the two walked to a slightly denser place, those eyes stayed on them for a long time.