The Chunxue Tower of Guangling Prince's Mansion changed its owner, but in fact, half of Liyang's country changed its owner that night.

Nalan Youci, who planned all this, sat on the mouth of the rouge well on the top of the riverside mountain. He spread out more than a dozen colorful Guangling Road specialty Yuhua Stones with one hand, twisted them one by one, and threw them into the well one by one.

Next to Nalan Youci, the Tangxi sword immortal Lu Baijie, who was reduced to a prisoner, was different from Wang Xionggui, a military governor of Guangling Road. As the governor of Guangling Road, Lu Baijie was not restricted as long as he did not leave the palace without authorization.

Lu Baijie asked, "What's going on with Mr. Nalan?"

Nalan Youci bowed his head and looked at the dark wellhead, and laughed softly: "Although the Yanchi Palace has some spies and death soldiers who have been rooted in Tai'an City for many years, some are not low-ranking, but after all, Mr. Tangxi, who has been in the center for a long time, I want to know the important officials of Liyang who are qualified to participate in the "Little Dynasty Meeting" of the Yangshen Temple in Tai'an City, how many are loyal ministers of the Bandan Temple, and how many will sway in times of danger, how many are disagreeable with the young emperor. If Mr. Tangxi is willing to speak out, we can watch the dishes, and in the future, there will be fewer unjust souls and wild ghosts in Tai'an City."

Even with the extremely cruel words, the Spring and Autumn Provost's voice was soothing and moderate, and his smile was light. He was really a romantic figure who was hard to hate.

Lu Baijie shook his head and said, "Mr. Nalan is thinking too much."

Nalan Youci had such an expression on his face, waved his sleeves and stood up calmly, and smiled and said, "Let's go and take you to a room. It was the study that I spent 3,000 stones of rice to collect for Mr. Tangxi."

Lu Baijie was confused and gave gifts to the study room. What happened to the three thousand stones of rice? Not to mention Tai'an City, where every inch of land is valuable, it is his hometown Jiangnan Road. Only 3,000 stones of rice are converted into silver. How many good works can you buy in the study?

Nalan Youci said confidently: "Mr. Tangxi may wait and see, and he will never be disappointed!"

Lu Baijie followed Nalan Youci to a quiet villa in the royal palace. Through the corridor, Nalan Youci pushed open the door, stretched out a palm, and signaled Lu Baijie to enter the house first.

The first thing that catches your eye is a half table with yellow rosewood wood. Because it is a low table, it is naturally not a precious and elegant book case. It is just a banana leaf tiles that are tied up, undulating like water waves, flowing elegantly, and folding branches, flowers and birds on the side, with a large colored porcelain interest. The carved dragon-shaped horned teeth below the teeth. Looking back, it looks great, with a traditional qualities at the top and bottom, with a distinctive contrast, and a unique charm. A further desk is a long table with a dragon-patterned pattern. The four treasures of the study on the table are all treasures that can be worshipped by any scholarly family on Jiangnan Road.

Nalan Youci walked to the table, grabbed a cute purple clay pot with his fingers, lifted it up high, and the body of the pot was not falling. He smiled and said, "It is the lost Chinese and Chinese pot in the world that the old Dongyue has, so when this pot was popular all over the country, the matter of drinking tea had already retreated, and it has become a masterpiece for the Qingqing. Now it is even hard to find a fortune. There is no way. Most Dongyue literati like to bury a Chinese pot when they die. Hong Jiabei ran around to destroy too many things, and of course it is difficult to find a high price. Mr. Tangxi is the master of tea ceremony, and I think he knows better than me.

This pot is very good.”

Lu Baijie only glanced at the teapot, looked around, and asked with a heavy face: "This room, all the objects, only three thousand stones of rice?"

Nalan Youci laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's not because the war in Guangling Road is in full swing that has led to the high-ranking sects selling treasures at a low price. To put it bluntly, since the collapse of the Great Chu Dynasty twenty years ago, Guangling Road has been filled with successful villains who suddenly became rich and successful, and there are not many valuable surnames. Otherwise, they are fence-bearing plants who are proficient in self-protection. This time, Chunxue Tower has changed its owner, and most of them have seen the wind turn the rudder very quickly, so they don't need to take out these good things in exchange for gold, silver and rice."

Nalan Youci suddenly squatted down, drilled into the desk with a dragon pattern, and then poked his head out to wave to Lu Baijie.

Lu Baijie was confused by the counselor who was in trouble. He hesitated for a moment, but hesitated and crawled under the desk. Nalan Youci rubbed his fingers at the bottom of the table and smiled: "It's not easy to light a candle in broad daylight, but with the eyes of Tangxi Sword Immortal, he should still be able to see the origin of this thing by handwriting. It's here!"

Lu Baijie looked up along Nalan Youci's finger and saw that someone else had a dagger that carved out six words, which were crooked and twisted. Except for a little childishness, there was no such thing as everyone's style. However, Lu Baijie was shocked on the spot. The six words meant three people, all of whom had names but no surnames, Feng Nian, Fei Tiger, and Dragon and Elephant!

It should be noted that Xu Zhihu, who married far away from Jiangnan, was Lu Baijie's niece's niece. Lu Baijie was also the elder of the family who felt most despised by the woman in the Lu family, so Lu Baijie confirmed that this was undoubtedly Xu Zhihu's handwriting! Furthermore, Lu Baijie knew that in Qingliang Mountain, Xu Zhihu and Xu Weixiong had an ordinary relationship since childhood, so the four children of the Xu family, lacking the name of Xu Weixiong, is a powerful evidence that the world cannot make fakes! Lu Baijie can even imagine the playful appearance of the girl in red sitting on the ground and carving with a knife many years ago.

Lu Baijie remained silent for a long time, and even after leaving the bottom of the table with Nalan Youci, he was still unwilling to speak.

Nalan Youci looked happy with a look of finding a bargain, "I guess, even the owner of the table didn't know that his sister had engraved words on the bottom of the table back then, otherwise she would definitely not be willing to sell it."

Lu Baijie thought of the young man who asked him in person in person whether he could sell him a few pounds and morals in his early years. He was in a complicated mood and said with a bitter smile: "Why is his Xu family like this? Didn't Mr. Nalan say before that after Zhao Xun left Qingzhou, he completely lost control of Jing'an Road. How can he prevent the grain from entering Liang? And you have been abnormally unintentionally involved in Jing'an Road. At first, I thought that you were worried that the troops were too dispersed and the front line was stretched too long to prevent Wu Chongxuan's army from rushing south. Now it seems that it was you, Nalan Youci, who deliberately made the Northern Liang and the court become dirty for this, for fear that once the Northern Liang border army unexpectedly won the second Liangmang battle, the Xu family's cavalry would still have the strength to rush to the Central Plains to quell the rebellion?!"

Nalan Youci leaned against the window, Yushu was in the wind, and she was playing with it: "Otherwise, you think that Wen Taiyi, an old minister of the Ministry of Personnel, could return to Qingzhou so smoothly as a strategic envoy? The imperial officials were not allowed to serve as parents in their hometown, but they were one of the Li Yanglu!"

Nalan Youci smiled even more strongly, and said, "Wen Taiyi's seniority in the capital and his official relations in Tai'an City are solid, he should go elsewhere to be promoted to a civil servant leader. In order to let this guy serve as the commander of Jing'an Road, I spent a lot of favors in Tai'an City, but I must not think that the Liyang court gave me a huge surprise, and asked Ma Fulu's son to go to Jing'an Road to take charge of the military power. In this way, in the matter of grain entering Liang, the two major civil and military officials joined forces to secretly support the country's borers, so that they could withstand the pressure from Qi Yanglong and Huan Wen. Otherwise, it would be hard to say if it were someone else. After all, if the heads of the two provinces started to fire, they were not vegetarians. The remaining two million stones of grain may be sent to Lingzhou in Northern Liang."

Lu Baijie pressed one palm tightly on the table, and the table creaked, which showed that he was under the tremendous pressure of the Tangxi Sword Immortal.

Nalan Youci was in a very good mood and laughed at himself: "As long as the war is in this world, food and grass are needed. The Beiliang border army is not the divine weapon and general, of course, no exception. Even if the young governor Xu Beizhi was very prescient in being the governor of buying rice, the power of Lingzhou, which is known as the Jiangnan outside the border, is obviously not enough to make the Beiliang border army, which is about to usher in the second Liangmang battle, have no worries. What should Xu Beizhi, the Northern Liang Transporter?"

Nalan Youci asked and replied: "It is hard to cook without rice. Even the people in the market who have never read books understand this principle, let alone the number one civil servant in Beiliang whom the Zhaoshi in Liyang most hopes to win over! So Xu Beizhi ran to Qingliang Mountain and told the vassal king named Xu that your family has a lot of money, but it is still not enough. You sell your family and I will help you with this matter. Xu Fengnian is not upset to be a hand-off manager. It just so happened that the hard worker outside Liangzhou Pass was going to build the hard worker outside Liangzhou Pass.

The money-injured Beicheng, except for the military households, the wages needed by other registered people will be paid from here. The food and grass for the border troops who came to our Lingzhou to buy your Xu family, and offer them the price, and do not charge them the money, as long as they have the ability to pick out the food and grass from the hands of the large and small water transport officials along the Guangling River through their own personal relationships or various channels, no matter what method they use to deliver it to Beiliang, they will count the transactions!"

Nalan Youci pointed to a folding fan beside Lu Baijie's hand, "The old Western Shu fan made by Ma Xiaoguan, Ma in his later years, only two left in the imperial study of Emperor Liyang. It was probably the hot summer, so I just saw it. I was reluctant to waste the resources and 'invited Qingfeng'. There was still one left at your Mr. Tangxi. Do you know how much stone rice you used to buy this fan? Six hundred. It sounds very rare, right? Even if you spread the cost of the buyer's handling relationship, you will make money from grandma's house, right? But don't blame the King of Beiliang who is not in charge of the company and does not know that the cost of firewood and rice is expensive. He, the algorithm of the account in his stomach is different from ours. Unfortunately, Mr. Tangxi understands that algorithm, and even the pillars of Qi Yanglong and Huan Wen, understands it, is useless!"

Nalan Youci came to the table with black-patterned yellow rosewood, and suddenly stood on tiptoe, sitting on the table with such a cold look, looking at Lu Baijie standing, and stretching out his hands, "Mr. Tangxi is not the kind of old-fashioned scholar who only knows how to bury his classics. He has served as the Minister of the Ministry of War in the capital. Although he is not the top leader of the Ministry of Revenue, he naturally knows the annual food rations of the people of the Central Plains and the young and strong border troops. Although the customs and lands are different, there are slight deviations, they are roughly the same. Mr. Tangxi is a rich family in Jiangnan. He knows that you, who are rich in the world, have a luxurious food custom, have as many as four or even five meals. Ordinary people can also maintain three meals a day. "Two Shao and three roasts must be full of pots, and fresh fish is the most expensive yellow flowers. This common saying is so much that I am so envious of those far away in the southern border."

Nalan Youci gently shook one palm, "In contrast, the thalassin and northern Liang, even the people of Lingzhou usually have two meals a day, vegetarian food for two days in summer and autumn, vegetarian food for three days in spring and winter, and each person who needs heavy work can drink a spoonful of wine. Green ant wine is notoriously inexpensive. In this way, the green and young man consume about 11 stone of rice a year, and the food rations of women and children are reduced by half. If a family is counted as five, because there must be a young man in the family as a military army outside the pass, so only the green man is left.

A household in Beiliang, which is in the pass, needs 167 shi of rice per year. Xu Beizhi's grain raising measures in Lingzhou in the past two years can roughly ensure that within three years, the food of the people in the pass will not be affected by the war, and even in critical moments, they can urgently support the border troops of Beiliang. But this is already the limit of Beiliang. The second Liangmang battle is imminent. If it is fought for a year, it is calculated by the young and strong border troops of the border troops of 11 shi of grain per year, by next autumn, it will require 3.1 million shi of grain and grass!"

Nalan Youci gently patted his palm and smiled, "But the court has only sent 800,000 stones of grain and grass. The remaining 2.2 million stones of grain and grass that I promised is the official who was originally a grain official who had been using gold and fat to make oil. It would be impossible to turn around. Besides, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. For no reason, you have to reduce the dividends of three million stones of grain and grass every year. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents. How can you bear it? What's more, it's for those Beiliang barbarians. If you give the two Liao border troops under the command of Gu Jiantang of the Dazhu Kingdom, it would be fine. Just pinch your nose and accept your fate. It's not easy to pay your life for money. But isn't Beiliang barbarians biting dogs with Beimang barbarians? Let's drag it, the Xu family's iron cavalry can't protect themselves, and can you free up your hands to compete with us, the officials who are far away from the canal transport?"

The book case under Lu Baijie's palm, four table legs shattered!

The entire tabletop fell straight to the ground, and those literati who were once priceless but now have extremely low tastes, rolling around like birds and beasts.

Nalan Youci turned a blind eye and continued to laugh, "Of course, if you are anxious, you will jump over the wall. Beiliang is not just relying on cheap sellers to exchange for food and grass. The young man surnamed Xu made a lot of Yulong Gangs, so he asked them to open the road along the Guangling River, bringing countless antiques to open shops everywhere. Of course, these people in the martial arts and lakes had their fists very hard. It is said that Xu Beizhi, the transferor, had already spoken that he dared to delay Yulong Gangs doing the legitimate transaction. He asked Beiliang Iron Cavalry to knock on the door and explain the reason. In fact, the two sides of the Taiwan Strait and the local garrison that scared the previous ten thousand snow dragon cavalry, were really shocked. Therefore, at this time, I, Nalan Youci, needed to muddle the water."

Nalan Youci stretched out a finger and pointed at his nose, smiling brightly.

Lu Baijie clenched his fists and stared at the only remaining figure among the Spring and Autumn Strategy.

Zhao Changling, Huang Longshi, Yuan Benxi, and Li Yishan were all dead one after another.

It seemed that only Nalan Youci was left to live to the end, and seemed to have laughed to the end.

Lu Baijie asked, "You Nalan Youci just want to help Zhao Bing usurp the throne, why is this?"

Nalan Youci smiled and supported the delicately textured Huanghuali desktop with both hands. "I have always used my thoughts in Beiliang, but I have never been less than Tai'an City."

Lu Baijie, who has always been gentle and elegant, asked angrily for the first time: "You are really not afraid of the battle between the cool snipe and the clam in Liyang, only the fisherman in Beimang will benefit?! Nalan Youci, what do you want to do?!"

Nalan Youci completely ignored the murderous intent that Lu Baijie exuded, and said lazily: "Those who know me say I am worried, and those who don't know me say I want what I want."

Then Nalan Youci turned to the door and smiled, "You all retreat, Mr. Tang Xi is just a joke."

Lu Baijie laughed in anger, "I'm joking with you Nalan Youci?!"

Nalan Youci asked back, "Or how could you really kill me?"

The Tangxi Sword Immortal suddenly fell down.

Lu Baijie has never been so discouraged.

Whether it was because of his indifference to a woman in the family of heroes, or because he was exiled to Tai'an City by Emperor Liyang, or because he became a prisoner in Chunxue Tower, Lu Baijie, who was indifferent by nature, never felt helpless.

Nalan Youci jumped off the table and sneered softly: "The entire Central Plains will be as helpless as you. You, Lu Baijie, are just the first person you have experienced in your own right."

Lu Baijie squatted down silently, flipped up the tabletop, looked at the handwriting engraved by the woman in her early years, and was stunned.

After Nalan Youci finished his last sentence, he slowly walked out of the house, and did not forget to gently close the door for Mr. Tang Xi.

The sentence was "I want to see, how will that young man named Xu help you guard the northwest gate of Central Plains!"

Nalan Youci walked out of the house, left the yard, climbed to the top of Chunxue Tower, and came to the corridor and stood on the railings, looking out at the Guangling River.

He murmured to himself: "Holding a wine glass can swallow the breeze of Wu and Yue in the south of the Yangtze River! Brushing the armor and exhaling, you can absorb the energy of Qin and Long in the northwest!"

But now, I live in Jiangnan, and you who say such bold words have long died in the northwest.

Nalan Youci raised his head and asked softly: "Li Yishan, if you are still alive, would you advise your student to stop guarding the Northwest Gate?"

At this moment, a voice sounded behind Nalan Youci, "Li Yishan will never say this."

Nalan Youci did not turn his head, quickly returned to normal sex, and asked with a smile: "Why does the King of Shu also have the leisure and leisure to climb high and look into the distance?"

It was Chen Zhibao's uninvited guest who said calmly: "Who is Wu Chongxuan? He threw it into the Northern Liang border army and even the deputy commander of the infantry army. I deserve my solemnity?"

Nalan Youci finally turned around, leaned against the fence, and said with a smile: "Don't say this in front of Zhao Bing. It's too slap in the face. Wu Chongxuan and I, Nalan Youci, were the right-hand arm of King Yan Chi back then."

Chen Zhibao sneered: "So your soldiers and horses in the southern border are only worthy of internal strife in the Central Plains."

Nalan Youci sighed, "Chen Zhibao, Chen Zhibao, your temper who is only willing to tell the truth really needs to change."

As the implication is that Nalan Youci obviously did not deny Chen Zhibao, and acknowledged the contempt of the Northern Liang governor of the elite army in southern Xinjiang in the past.

Nalan Youci asked with a smile: "Don't you regret leaving Beiliang?"

Chen Zhibao pulled the corners of his mouth, and there was no more than a slight person to speak.

Nalan Youci turned around again, looked at the Guangling River that was rolling into the sea, and said, "The iron cavalry resisted the north like a supra ridge across the river. Who said this?"

Chen Zhibao still didn't say anything.

Nalan Youci lay on the railing, and his chin was gently placed on the back of his hands stacked. "Beiliang Beiliang is homophonic with sadness and unlucky. I don't know why that guy didn't persuade Xu Xiao to change it at the beginning."

Chen Zhibao finally sneered and said, "Sad?"

He walked to Nalan Youci and laughed: "I am 300,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry! My life is sad, but my death is magnificent! How can you understand the gentle hometown of Central Plains!"

Nalan Youci whispered: "Did you say 'I Beiliang'?"

Nalan Youci, who suddenly realized, said Oh, and said to himself: "One day he was the Northern Liang border army, and all his life were old soldiers of Northern Liang. I understand that what you did has nothing to do with Xu Fengnian, the New Liang King, and even with Xu Xiao, the Old Liang King."

Nalan Youci turned to support his chin with one hand, patted the railing with one hand, and continued to look away, "Chen Zhibao, don't worry, I will help you understand this Central Plains. Of course, this is the premise for us to stand here and speak."

Chen Zhibao asked, "Are you not afraid of Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu and his son killing you? Especially that Zhao Zhu?"

Nalan Youci told a not-so-funny joke, "I am almost afraid of death."

Chen Zhibao turned around and left, saying in a deep voice: "I, Chen Zhibao, don't ask about the process, just look at the result. If you can't do it at that time, don't talk about Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu, I will kill you first."
Chapter completed!