After saying that, the two of them sneered at the same time. No one expected that Longshan could hear the whispers clearly.

Longshan became more and more angry as he heard it. The nine peaks suddenly trembled, causing the master and eunuch to tremble, and rolled to the foot of the mountain. Longshan's dragon's neck became thicker, and anger burst out. In an instant, the sky and the earth shook, and with a loud "wow", a small hill grew on the hillside in front of Qingshan Bay.

The next morning, the master rushed to the place where he was planning to dig a well and saw that a mountain was bulging from the ground. He was so scared that he took his entourage back to Nanjing in shame.

This hill is still called "producing mountains" by Wuxi. There is a proverb in Wuxi that "producing mountains overnight" is this classic. Before Longshan was dead, the soil in Longshan could be used as clay figures, but Wuxi's skill in making clay figures has been passed down from generation to generation."

Zhao Xiao has always been very interested in these strange stories. The secrets recorded in this file cannot be said to be true, but if they can be included in the Jinyiwei, it is not without foundation.

Wei Zhongxian naturally knew these principles, but he, the Si Li Supervisor, should do whatever he is in. Since Zhao Xiao is interested in talking about these two secrets, Wei Zhongxian listened silently.

Zhao Xiao joked: "The eunuch in this book is just the former Sili Supervisor who prints Eunuch Zhao, but these folk chores are indeed a bit absurd."

Wei Zhongxian also smiled faintly and replied: "Folk legends are that three people become tigers, not to mention fiction, even the description of people is biased."

"Well, the correct explanation. How could Master Ye Xuan be a bit abominable like this folk legend?"

The prince Zhao Xiao, who was sitting on the dragon couch, smiled calmly, as if remembering something, put away the file in his hand, and looked at Wei Zhongxian, who had just returned to Chang'an, who had just returned to Chang'an.

He smiled:

"Zhongxian, can I get the job done when I go to Beiliang this time?"

Wei Zhongxian, wearing a bright red python and a pretty face, bowed and bowed with respect:

"You have reported to the Crown Prince, Zhongxian has informed the Beiliang Palace of the Beiliang Palace of the ascension of the throne and invited King Liang to visit the rituals. However..."

Wei Zhongxian paused for a moment, hesitated, but continued:

"The King of Beiliang is in good health, so he cannot come to watch the prince ascend the throne."

"Uncle Xu was injured in the Western Expedition?" Zhao Xiao couldn't wait to ask Wei Zhongxian, with anxiety and concern in his words.

Wei Zhongxian dared not hide it. In fact, when he was in the Beiliang Palace, Xu Fusu did not specifically instruct Wei Zhongxian to keep it secret. Because even if Wei Zhongxian didn't say it, Zuo Zongtang might have told Zhao Xiao about the matter.

Rather than having more things, it is better to have less things.

He reported truthfully: "The King of Beiliang suffered from a silly disease, often in a state of confusion and nonsense."

Zhao Xiao sat up suddenly, frowned deeply, and looked at Wei Zhongxian in disbelief, but he still looked around carefully, and was sure that no one took a breath, and said in a deep voice: "What you said is true? Uncle Xu was crazy about illness?"

Wei Zhongxian nodded slightly, "King Liang is indeed crazy about illness."

"What about my senior brother? How about him?"

"Mr. Xu is in good condition. He temporarily placed King Liang in a secret place, for fear that the news would be leaked and causing unnecessary turmoil. Mr. Xu is looking for medicine to treat King Liang."

Hearing this, Zhao Xiao was relieved, feeling relieved. It seemed that the elder brother had stabilized the situation in Beiliang.

He looked up at Wei Zhongxian, confused:

"Who from the Beiliang Sect will watch the ceremony?"

Wei Zhongxian still kept bent down and humble, and said slowly: "It's Jiang who is in front of the shop."

Zhao Xiao has an impression of Jiang Zhi, the former shop. After all, the siege in Chang'an City that day was the old shop.

After all, Zhao Xiao had never seen Jiang Zhi, but heard that he was the elder brother's grandfather, and he thought he was also a kind person. If he saw him in front of the palace, he should treat Jiang well.

Zhao Xiao retracted his mind, rubbed his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Old Shoupu Jiang is an old minister. But when King Liang fell ill, how should he explain to the world when the throne ceremony?"

Wei Zhongxian expected Zhao Xiao to ask like this, and his eyes flashed with light and said, "Let it go with the flow, not explaining it is the best explanation."

Zhao Xiao is not stupid. He roughly understands Wei Zhongxian's meaning by comparing the pros and cons. He nodded slightly to express his approval of this practice, "Then do this according to your ideas."

Feeling a little sleepy, he waved his hand and signaled Wei Zhongxian to retreat.

Wei Zhongxian received the order and surrendered.

After Wei Zhongxian left, Zhao Xiao dared to relax and read a few Taoist books. If the Empress Dowager Yao Yao was present, she would have to chatter again.

In addition to the old secrets of Liyang, the file copywriting on the desk also contains a book that records the names of officials of third ranks or above on the spot, with the advantages and disadvantages, and the handles.

His eyes looked at the previous page of the file, with two people on it. One was Wei Zhongxian and the other was He Kun, the Minister of Revenue.

Zhao Xiao just glanced at the content on the page and immediately tore off the page of the book and placed it in the fire to burn it all.

It seems that nothing has happened and nothing has been seen.

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In the small courtyard of the Fan family in Xiangyang, Xu Fusu, who took off his bronze mask, looked at the Fan family and his son with a smile.

Fan Xian was about to kneel down when he realized that he was about to kneel down, but Xu Fusu stopped with his spiritual power.

"Uncle Fan, don't be too polite. Fusu has been disturbed too much." Xu Fusu, with white hair, smiled at the two of them.

"Your Highness, why are you so young? You are still whiter before you get old." Fan Xian, who had not yet taken off his stomach, hurried to Xu Fusu and asked with tears in his eyes.

Xu Fusu, wearing a purple shirt, put the bronze ghost face in his arms to comfort Fan Xian: "The elders who were young, Fusu is just white."

Xu Fusu looked at Fan Xian with a calm expression, his eyes as plain as water.

Fan Xian knew that although the prince was fine, he understood how painful Xu Fusu was.

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, his fists were clenched tightly, and Fang Jiuqiu let out a turbid air: "Your Highness, who are the old men in Beiliang have passed away?"

This old man from Beiliang from the Spring and Autumn Period said this sentence almost tremblingly, staring at Xu Fusu with his eyes curled up, eager for an answer.

Xu Fusu patted the old servant on the shoulder. Knowing that Uncle Fan was very excited, he decided to tell him after careful consideration. Xu Fusu said in a deep voice:

"Since the man has passed away, Mr. Fan should not be too sad. Fusuya's father Jiang Xu died of illness in Linglong Pavilion, and the old servant Xu Huang and General Manager Shen all passed away."

But Fan Xian almost fainted before he could breathe, so he forced Xu Fusu to instill spiritual power to keep him clear.

Xu Fusu helped the old soldier to the table and sat down. Fan Zongyi had never seen his father lose his composure so much, and he was panicked for a moment.

Seeing that his father was fine, Fan Zongyi calmed down.

As Fan Xian, who had seen too many robes die on the battlefield and had been in his fifty years of life, laughed bitterly and shouted that Fan Zongyi would come to bring good wine, and wanted to stop drunk.

Fan Xian was tearful and laughed at himself: "When I was leading a horse for King Liang in the past, I had many friends with these old men in Beiliang. Who knew that the world was vicissitudes, and in the blink of an eye... I am the only one who is immortal!"

"Uncle Fan, I feel sorry for you." A trace of pain also flashed through Xu Fusu's eyes. Seeing this old man from Beiliang reacting so fiercely, he even put the incident of Liang King's illness in his heart.

Can't say or say.

Xu Fusu passed by Xiangyang City during this trip. First, he fulfilled his early agreement with Fan Zongyi and came to visit the old soldier Fan Xian, and second, he wanted to go to Wudang to seek medicine again.

Today, this old soldier was sad, but after all, he was an old soldier from Beiliang in the past and had the right to know about the incident in Beiliang. However, if Fan Xian learned that King Liang was crazy, he might have to faint.

Fan Zongyi brought the old wine that had been hidden in his home for a long time and filled it with them. He also poured a bowl of old wine and sat next to him.

Aunt Fan looked at Fan Xian with a bad look, probably because she was dissatisfied. Who made Fan Xian really scared everyone just now?

Fortunately, my emotions have stabilized now, so Aunt Fan did not blame her much and quietly served everyone food and water.

After three rounds of drinking, the old servant Fan Xian was probably sad and kept pouring himself wine. He started talking nonsense not long after.

Xu Fusu saw the old man in front of him holding the wine jar, his eyes were blurred, and he murmured: "Why are I left? Why are I left?"

Fan Zongyi looked at Xu Fusu apologetically, quickly greeted his mother, but he resisted his father and sent him into the room.

Xu Fusu sat in the yard in the night and moonlight, drinking alone.

After a while, Fan Zongyi, wearing a squirt shirt, walked out of the house, came to the yard and sat beside Xu Fusu, and smiled at him, "Your Highness, you haven't seen each other for some years."

Xu Fusu had a good sense of the young man who stopped him at the city gate in the past, otherwise he would not have agreed to let Fan Zongyi enter the Beiliang Army. However, at that time, Xu Fusu had a leg stagnation and had not seen him for a few years. Xu Fusu was almost the same height as Fan Zongyi. He couldn't help but sigh that the world changed too fast and the passing years were difficult to hold.

Thinking about the agreement with Fan Zongyi, Xu Fusu took out a letter of recommendation from his arms and handed it to Fan Zongyi: "This is a token, you can take it to Beiliang to join the army. Then someone will naturally take you."

"Thank you, the prince." Fan Zongyi took the token and thanked him.

Xu Fusu looked at him with some concern: "Are you ready this time? If you really join the army, you will avoid being in a different place at any time."

After all, Fan Zongyi is Fan Xian’s only son, so there are some things that should be persuaded to say.

Fan Zongyi shook his head firmly: "I don't regret entering the Beiliang Army."

"Yes." Xu Fusu looked at Fan Zongyi with appreciation and responded.

Xu Fusu was prepared for Fan Zongyi's attempt to join the Northern Liang army. With the status of the old soldiers of the Northern Liang Dynasty and the fact that Fan Zongyi's strength is not bad, I think no one can talk too much.

He asked Song Ruyan to respond in the army.

Only by truly handling these trivial matters can Xu Fusu travel around the world without any worries.

It's time for this, and I'll take Wudang tomorrow.
Chapter completed!