The spring snow tower on the banks of the Guangling River is full of guests tonight.

King Zhao Yi of Guangling held a banquet to entertain guests. Those who entered the building were either rich or noble, and they were all rich and noble. Among them were Lu Baijie, the new governor of Guangling Road, Wang Xionggui, a strategic envoy from Zhang Lu's old subordinate, and Song Li, who was promoted from General Hengjiang to General Zhennan and also led a deputy governor. Song Li can be said to be the old man of Chunxuelou. He was once a lucky general of Zhao Yi. It was Song Li who successfully blocked the elusive attack of the gang Jianghuai, and this was the case that successfully delayed the battle to the northern expedition of Wu Chongxuan's army. The Liyang War Department Office had a military merit review with a very small number of people and extremely high standards. Song Li was ranked high as the fifth most meritorious official.

In addition to these three people who are now considered to be capital, the local governors and generals of the three prefectures of Guangling Road also appeared. Compared with the storms of the previous two years, the six officials in the border are now quite full of spring breeze and their words and deeds show the elegance of the Huang Zigong.

Unfortunately, the King of Shu Chen Zhibao, who was rumored to be present, did not show up for some reason. However, the Prince of Yanchi, Zhao Zhu, came uninvited, which was also an icing on the cake. If this young prince was a flower, under the absence of Chen Zhibao, then King of Jing'an Zhao Xun was naturally the lasting luxurious brocade. After Zhao Xun's car parked under Chunxue Tower, Zhao Yi, who was also the Great Vanguard of Liyang, went downstairs to greet him personally.

As the owner of Chunxue Tower, after all the guests were in the table, Zhao Yi raised the priceless nightglow cup in his hand and laughed loudly: "There was a literary man in the Great Feng Dynasty who once said: There are four people who wish they are safe in their lives. The old friends in the green mountains have collected the names of flowers. I like art and elegance and want to make one more wish, wishing that spring snow is safe, so I named this building Chunxue. Tonight, all the wise men arrived, and the spring snow tower was shining brightly, and I drank this glass of wine with all my heart!"

Tangxi sword immortal Lu Baijie and former Minister of Revenue Wang Xionggui, as the leader of a civil and military official, sat in the first place on the left and right. After raising the glasses on Guangling Road, they also picked up their glasses. However, Wang Xionggui followed Zhao Yi and drank them all. Lu Baijie just tasted it briefly and quickly put down the glasses. He glanced at the prince Zhao Piao who was sitting next to Zhao Yi. The governor frowned.

As the young empress of Western Chu burned herself to death on the battlefield of the Western Bush Wall, as civil and military officials in the capital of Western Chu that was renamed Dingding City surrendered one after another, the Guangling war officially entered the final stage. His Majesty the Emperor ordered the court army not to deceive the people of Guangling Road, and would never allow the act of killing people without authorization to vent their anger. Once discovered, the residence of the Guangling Road Jiedushi and the residence of the General Manager could skip the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice and kill on the spot without mercy. However, not killing people does not mean that those Western Chu officials can really escape the disaster. Apart from the early knowing the qualities of several leading generals of the Liyang court, or the role of the high-ranking officials of Tai'an City who could send amulets, the other officials who resolutely chose to serve in the Jiangshi of Western Chu at that time were not much better, so two big jokes became popular.

On Guangling Road, one is to destroy money and eliminate disasters. Yellow and white objects and antique calligraphy and paintings are all sent to some generals' residences one by one. The second is to "pawn" women, who flatter the new nobles of Guangling Road. Among them, the new general Song Li and Guangling crown prince Zhao Piao are the most rampant. If Song Li only chose a few young and beautiful young people with a long history, they still have limited influence, then Zhao Piao is really not a mermaid. Whether it is a young woman or a wife, he only counts according to the genealogy of the family, the surname is ranked among the top ten wealthy families in the Western Chu New Dynasty. Each clan receives three people. After more than forty aristocratic clans, each clan extorts one to two people. Some unwilling people, Zhao Piao dares not kill people openly, but has his own ruthless means to deal with them. Some are ways to make those families who are unwilling to be humiliated live a life worse than death.

Lu Baijie raised his wine glass and put it down, looking around, feeling complicated.

The commander of the Southern Expedition, Lu Shengxiang, General Wu Chongxuan, General Wu Chongxuan, King Shu Chen Zhibao, Minister of War Xu Gong, King Huainan Zhao Ying, Yan Zhenchun, and Yang Shenxing, these real heroes who quelled the war in Guangling Road were either away or died.

Lu Baijie smiled bitterly, what is he sitting here? It was just because of the title of Guangling Dao Jiedushi above his head.

Song Li, who was rising to the top in the Liyang Temple, was actually sitting next to Lu Baijie, but probably because he knew that he was not a member of the Tangxi Sword Immortal, who was honest and honest. The youngest permanent general of the Liyang Dynasty did not show much attentiveness, but moreover, he had a very happy conversation with the old acquaintance general of Jeju around him, and did not get carried away because of his success.

Soon, Song Li, who was slightly drunk, looked up at Chunxuelou's gorgeous top beam, twisted his fingers to the wine glass, and raised his lips slightly. He revisited the old place, and he was entrusted by someone before, but now it is hard to say who he is.

A wake up and lie down on the knees of a beautiful man drunk, and a real man is nothing more than that.

In the Chunxue Building, there are beatings and singing and dancing to peace.

It seems that the first floor is too peaceful, but the world is peaceful.

Lu Baijie looked at Wang Xionggui, the strategic envoy sitting opposite him from afar. This noble Qingliu civil official who was about to return to the center of the capital was raising his glass to toast Wang and his son of Guangling. He held the cup in his hands, his sleeves drooped, and his high crown and belt were really romantic.

Lu Baijie looked at some of the people who were behind the seat. They were all important officials in the Jiangshi who were holding jade scepters and wearing red purple in the Western Chu court. Although they now look down a little here, the joy of being an amnesty cannot be concealed, so they have a more complacent demeanor in their life.

Lu Baijie lowered his head and looked at the glass of wine for no reason. The young man came to visit for the first time and asked him, Tangxi Jianxian, who had not yet become an official: How many pounds of benevolence, righteousness and morality, sir?

He raised his glass suddenly, raised his head and drank a glass of wine.

A full house of guests in fine clothes.

Satisfied.

Because the prince of Yanchi, Zhao Zhu, was a late-awaited guest, could have sat next to Zhao Xun, the King of Jing'an, and did not pay attention to it. He refused the arrangements on Chunxue Tower. He took advantage of the situation and sat down to a back seat. Two people on the left and right, one of them was a Haojiao who had studied in Shangyin Academy. He was named Qi Shence. He had a face like a jadeite, had a very good skin, and did not speak much, but he was not arrogant and likable. On the right was a man with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist, named Zhou Daliang, and Lu Shengxiang's old subordinate. This time he did not follow his enthrone to Jizhou, but stayed at Guangling Road as the deputy general of Yazhou with his military achievements, and started eating.

It is even more pleasing to Zhao Zhu. Qi Shence and Zhou Daliang did not deliberately win over the relationship with the prince. However, the generals sitting next to him frequently came over to toast with him. Zhao Zhu was not tired of it. If you toast me, I will give you a cup. After a while, I will also get familiar with the relationship between the two flatterers and Qi Shence and Zhou Daliang. In addition, Zhao Zhu seemed to have a natural ability to be close to him. For a while, five people drank and persuaded to drink and avoided wine to show their magical powers. They did not care about the level of official titles. It was a great pleasure. Compared with the various vain and condemn relationships with other seats, the scenery here is unique.

Halfway through the wine, seven Chunxuelou Jianji entered the building with swords. The seven were dressed in colorful clothes, graceful figures, and the beauty had slender waists, which were like a three-foot sword, which could kill the heads of heroes.

The sword dance is brilliant, thrilling, and dazzling.

When the seven graceful swordsmen jumped up at the same time, they were of different heights, just like a rainbow hanging in the building.

After a famous scholar in Qingliu applauded loudly, the room was cheering.

Just as the seven sword girls were about to retire, a stranger with extremely handsome appearance appeared at the entrance of the lobby.

Zhao Yi, the King of Guangling, who echoed the person outside the door, changed his face drastically. The luminous cup in his hand almost fell to the ground. The burly Guangling Daofu king stared at the mountain with his eyes wide open, looking incredible.

Zhao Zhu followed everyone's eyes and was shocked, his face was embarrassed, just like a mouse seeing a cat, and he wanted to hide under the table.

Seven sword girls carefully trained by Chunxuelou were blocked from their way, unable to move forward and retreat, and they were pitiful.

The stranger, carrying a pot of wine, sat on the threshold, and walked into five beautiful women in white clothes. Whether they were looking or being in a state of breath, they were even better than the seven sword girls in the royal palace who were already stunning.

Five women in white, each wearing swords, lined up in front of their masters.

The old Southern Tang Dynasty had famous swords, and they were strong and strong.

The current Liao border soldiers' standard combat swords of Liyang and the fourth generation of the Xu family in Beiliang have been learned from.

General Song Li of Zhennan's eyes lit up and soon recognized their identities. He was known as the "Two Kings of Southern Xinjiang" Nalan Youci's personal maid. His name was extremely strange, namely Dongyue, Xishu, Fengdu, Sanzizi, and Chenglu.

Five women in white all flew forward with dozens of steps, shouted lightly, and drew their swords and slashed forward.

Just five battle knives actually created a majestic aura of thousands of iron cavalry breaking the formation.

The seven Chunxuelou Jiangui were so scared that they fled backwards.

Most of the distinguished guests who were invited by Chunxuelou were pale. I wonder which one was singing, it was the unique and ingenious work of King Zhao Yi of Guangling? Or was someone dared to smash the scene in Chunxuelou?

Everyone heard the extraordinary and handsome Confucian scholar sitting on the threshold, shaking the wine pot with one hand and slapping his knees with the other, and singing loudly: "Please look at the person in front of you. Every year, every year, there will be more or less graves in the grass, and no one will sweep them half of them!"

Everyone now knew that these people were not in the way of dealing with the vassal king's mansion. Otherwise, if Chunxuelou's arrangements were made, those words alone would be too unlucky.

King Zhao Yi of Guangling gritted his teeth, Lu Baijie looked calm, Wang Xionggui was full of confusion, Song Li smiled and Zhao Zhu couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhao Yi, who was bloated, slowly stood up, squeezed out his smile, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Nalan, don't you know if you are visiting Chunxue Tower, but you have something to discuss?"

Wang Xionggui, who was about to step down as a wise man, was furious after hearing the title, and knew the reason and asked, "Who is outside the hall?"

Nalan Youci, who was as charming as a god, stopped singing, smiled intoxicatingly, and pointed at himself, "I?"

Then he stood up leisurely and drank when he climbed the tower. Before sitting down at the entrance of the top floor of the Chunxue Tower, he had actually drunk half a pot of wine, his face flushed and brighter. This Chunqiu strategist who made the entire Liyang Temple only hear the name but not the other person, laughed and said, "I, Nalan Youci, are just a scholar!"

As Nalan Youci finished speaking, the five maids with charming appearances moved forward again, swirling their bodies in the air, then stepped heavily on the rich lichen, slashing out the knife, with a sharp momentum even better than before.

Nalan Youci slowly moved forward as if there was no one around, and one sentence made the entire Guangling Road powerful and powerful feel thunderous.

"Our southern border has 150,000 iron armor. We head north, and we are unstoppable and have crossed the Guangling River north!"

Wang Xionggui's face was nowhere to be looked down and fell back to his position.

Not only was the Guangling Taoist wise man who had no master, but the crisp sound of countless wine glasses breaking in the building.

Zhao Yi's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

Song Li narrowed his eyes and began to weigh the pros and cons.

Zhao Zhu was stunned on the spot. The incident of the southern army leaving the jurisdiction without authorization to go north. Obviously, even His Highness, the Prince of Yan Zhi, was kept in the dark.

Lu Baijie gently put down his wine glass, stood up and asked in a deep voice: "What do King Zhao Bing of Yan Zhi do?"

Nalan Youci seemed to be stumped by this problem, frowned, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly looked up and smiled: "Rebellion, this is something that is not obvious, why? Mr. Tangxi doesn't believe it?"

Lu Baijie shook his head and smiled sarcastically.

At this time, the two of them walked in side by side. One was wearing a robe of a vassal king. The old man was tall and burly, and was six or seventy percent similar to the prince of Yanchi who was already familiar to everyone in the building. However, compared to Zhao Zhu's cynical behavior, the old man was astonishing as he was.

The old man smiled and looked at the Guangling King Zhao Yi, who was sitting high in the main seat, "Fat Xiaoyi, don't you be fine? I have been in the southern Xinjiang where birds do not shit for twenty years. I have been coveting your Guangling Road for a long time! But then again, I should have owned Guangling's family business at the beginning, and you, Zhao Yi, are only worthy of helping me guard the house for twenty years!"

Zhao Yi's face was ashes and his lips were trembling.

However, compared with this southern Xinjiang vassal king who had not spoken in Liyang Temple for more than 20 years, the vassal king who was also wearing a python robe next to the old man made the powerful and powerful feel even more frightened and desperate.

The former capital of Northern Liang, and the current King of Shu Chen Zhibao!

If it were just the army of the southern border of King Zhao Bing of Yan's imperial edict to rebel, and the two Liao border troops from Liyang and Gu Jiantang went south to suppress the rebellion, it would be just another disaster for the restoration of the Western Chu country.

But once Zhao Bing had Chen Zhibao help, everyone began to doubt whether the Liyang court, which had shown signs of troublesomeness since the friendship between Yonghui and Xiangfu, could survive this disaster by chance.

At this time, some people in Chunxue Tower finally remembered the northwest iron cavalry and began to ask themselves, if there was a shock from the loyal 300,000 iron cavalry, Zhao Bing, the barbarian in the southern border, would never dare to touch the Central Plains for the rest of his life, and could only slowly die in the barbarian miasma place?

The man killed Xu Xiao, and the blue-eyed Zhang Julu died.

When both of them are alive, that is the real peace in the world. The army in the southern border dares not leave the southern border at all, and even the million-strong army in the northern border dares to go south.

After both of them died, the Western Chu country soon became restored, the Northern Mang knocked on the gate, and the Southern Xinjiang rebelled.

No one knows why Chen Zhibao chose to rebel from Northern Liang. Since he chose to rely on the orthodox Zhaoshi in Liyang and had already been granted the title of king to become a vassal, why did he finally bet on a vassal king who lived in a corner?

Chen Zhibao had no expression on his face and looked at Lu Baijie, the governor of Guangling Dao.

Finally, Lu Baijie sighed and sat back to his seat in depressed manner.

In Zhongyuan, how many people will die this time before they will give up?

Chen Zhibao sneered at the corner of his mouth.

People who are not dead in the Central Plains, how do you remember that some people are dying for them?
Chapter completed!