Looking at Mu Qiuhuang, who looked like a thief, Zhang Fuling also grinned and said: "Boy, stop being silly, I advise you to rest early! Will you suffer tomorrow?"

"Will the old immortal return to Wudang Mountain tomorrow? Why don't you stay in the Hou Mansion for a few more days? In the Hou Mansion, in addition to "The Story of Thousand Boats", "Hundred Flowers", "The Love of a Jade Girl" and "Pink and Eyebrows", there is also "Pictures of Ladies"

""Pipa Dew", "Snowy Moon"...don't these old gods watch it?" Mu Qiuhuang seduced in a coquettish way.

Zhang Fuling squinted his eyes and looked at Mu Qiuhuang, and said proudly: "Boy, you want me to wait for you a few more days, right? But I won't do what you want. I'll leave tomorrow morning, do you want?"

"Can't negotiate?"

"The old way tells you the truth."

Mu Qiuhuang glanced at Zhang Fuling with resentment, and ran away quickly... Only Zhang Fuling, who looked proud, and the young monk who was hesitant to speak were left.

Zhang Fuling turned around, saw Wu Xin's appearance, and said with concern: "Little monk, if you have anything to say, just say it. Don't hold back your illness anymore. Are you encountering a bottleneck in your practice... It doesn't matter if you speak out.

My relationship with wisdom is difficult, so I might as well give you some advice."

"Amitabha, since Zhang Xianren asked, the young monk also spoke frankly. What you and Master Mu said about "Thousand Boats", "Hundred Flowers", "Love of a Jade Girl", "Pink Eyebrows", "Pictures of Ladies", "Pipa Dew" and "Snow"

"Yue Yuan"... What kind of classics are these? The young monk thinks he has read a lot, so why has he never heard of these classics?" Wu Xin asked curiously.

Seeing this, Zhang Fuling took out an ancient book from his arms and handed it to Wu Xin. He said with a smile: "This is "Qian Fang Ji". I have a few more books that I haven't brought with me. If you want to read them, I will come with you on the way to Wudang tomorrow.

I’ll give it to you one by one.”

"Thank you so much, Immortal Zhang." Seeing Zhang Fuling's generosity, Wu Xin said sincerely.

"You're welcome, your character is really the same as when I was young..." Zhang Fuling hadn't finished speaking yet.

Monk Wuxin, who had just opened a page, dropped the book by mistake and muttered: "Amitabha, sin, sin, sin..."

Zhang Fuling picked up the book on the ground with a distressed look on his face and quickly dusted it off.

"You are rude, little monk." Wu Xin apologized to Zhang Fuling.

"You haven't taken a peek?" Zhang Fuling stared at Wu Xin with doubt on his face.

Hearing Zhang Fuling's words, Wuxin clasped his hands together and muttered his sins loudly.

When Zhang Fuling saw this, he said with a pity on his face: "You little monk is far less interesting than little monk Chuese."

"Sin, sin."

…

Knowing that he was about to leave for Wudang tomorrow, Mu Qiuhuang had no time to make any arrangements, so he hurried back to Wutong Garden to summon Chuntao, Xia He, Qiu Shuang, and Dong Xue, and whispered to each of them in secret.

Then I went to play with my little sister Mu Qiuming for more than an hour.

Finally, he rode alone to Liujing River and found Su Xiaoxiao. I wonder what they had secretly talked about with Su Xiaoxiao? I only know that not long after Mu Qiuhuang left Liujing River, the maid Luluo next to Su Xiaoxiao disguised herself as

The real Su Xiaoxiao took advantage of the darkness and left Yunzhou City alone.

By the time Mu Qiuhuang had arranged everything and returned to the Hou Mansion, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, but Mu Qiuhuang did not return directly to Wutong Garden, but went straight to Mu Qingen's study.

Sure enough, the study, which was already dark on weekdays, was actually brightly lit today.

Mu Qiuhuang smiled knowingly when she saw this,

Push the door open and enter.

I saw some food on the desk. There were still three cold dishes: red oil, pickled cucumbers, and braised beef. However, the other three dishes that night were replaced by sweet and sour pork ribs, boiled pork slices, and charcoal grilled dishes.

Lamb chops and an extra bowl of rice were served, and the wine was replaced with tea.

Seeing this, Mu Qiuhuang's heart warmed up, and she saluted Mu Qing'en and said, "My child has met his father."

"You haven't eaten yet tonight! Let's eat first." Mu Qingen waved her hand.

"I really haven't had time to eat yet." Mu Qiuhuang responded, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and devoured it.

Mu Qing'en saw that Mu Qiuhuang's food was delicious, so she picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Mu Qiuhuang, and warned: "Eat slowly, be careful not to choke."

"Well..." Mu Qiuhuang responded vaguely, but her hands and mouth were not idle at all.

Mu Qingen smiled and said nothing when she saw this, and sat across from him and looked at Mu Qiuhuang quietly.

After a while, Mu Qiuhuang put down the bowl and chopsticks, picked up the teapot, poured another cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.

Then he sighed contentedly and said, "It feels good because my father is good to me and knows how to leave me supper."

Mu Qingen smiled when he heard this and asked: "Has everything been arranged?"

"Well, it's been arranged."

Mu Qiuhuang said: "My child is going to Wudang Mountain. After the Qi Sea recovers, he is not planning to return home. He plans to go directly to Qinlu?"

"This matter is up to you, but before that you may have to go to the Imperial Capital first."

Mu Qingen took out an imperial edict and handed it to Mu Qiuhuang, and continued: "The little emperor has issued an order to summon the princes' sons to come to Beijing to celebrate the 'Shangri Festival' this year, saying that it is to see Dayou's young talents..."

"Why?"

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Mu Qingen in confusion.

"This is actually not surprising. Every year when a new emperor ascends the throne, he will have this decree. The young emperor just follows the ancestral system. In fact, this is just to meet the princes' children, so that they can get to know each other and get close to each other... so that they can better examine the princes.

The attitude between each other, and then decide which one to support or suppress which one? The so-called imperial methods are nothing more than that." Mu Qingen explained.

Mu Qiuhuang smashed her mouth and said: "Didn't the little emperor call upon the princes to be loyal to the king before, and the princes should not do something? The little emperor still dares to do this trick, isn't he afraid that the princes will reject him again? If this continues, the imperial power will really lose its majesty.

ah……"

Mu Qingen smiled slightly and said: "Although the world will be in chaos, it is not in chaos yet, so the face that should be given to the little emperor should be given to the little emperor. Besides, last time King Qin, Marquis Xilie and I were prepared to follow the order.

, it’s just that I didn’t go there.”

Mu Qiuhuang laughed when he heard this, and did not expose Mu Qingen's words, and continued to ask: "What if the little emperor has a different idea this time than in previous years, and then holds the princes' children in Kyoto as hostages?"

"He doesn't dare." Mu Qingen wrote lightly.

Although it is just three simple words, the weight hidden in it is self-evident.

Mu Qiuhuang thought carefully for a while and reminded: "I know that the little emperor dare not, but what if Xiahou Xuanba has such thoughts? Is this the decree that the little emperor is following the ancestral system, or does Xiahou Xuanba want it?

Isn't it safe to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble? Since the old master passed away, he is now holding the emperor hostage to order the princes?"

"You really dare to say anything."

Although Mu Qingen said this, he did not mean to blame him at all. Instead, he looked at Mu Qiuhuang with relief and explained: "The little emperor dare not, and Xiahou Xuanba does not even dare to do so."

Dare, it seems that he has more real power than the little emperor, but compared with the deep-rootedness of the princes, he is actually more like Wugenzhiping. The little emperor is not so much his puppet as his courage, and this time I guess

Although the princes will not resist the decree, the disciples they send should be insignificant people, so Xiahou Xuanba will not have such thoughts."

Mu Qiuhuang was still full of doubts and asked: "Then what is the meaning of his decree? What if several princes discuss with each other and choose to sacrifice those unimportant disciples, and then use the excuse to raise troops... Wouldn't he want to move

Shooting yourself in the foot?"

Mu Qingen's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at Mu Qiuhuang with even more admiration: "What you said reminded me...I'm afraid that this time things are not as simple as I originally thought."

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Mu Qingen with confusion.

Mu Qingen thought for a while and said: "When Dongchehou rebelled, Xiahou Xuanba led his army to fight against him. On the surface, Xiahou Xuanba suffered losses of more than 100,000, but in fact this number was at least higher.

Adding 50,000 to that means that the DPRK-Chinese army was lost by at least half. In this way, he had actually lost the capital to fight for world supremacy, so this time he issued an order to announce that the princes' children would come to Beijing, and Xiahou Xuanbaji would

It’s possible…”

"It's most likely that they want to choose the master?" Mu Qiuhuang and Mu Qingen said in unison.

Mu Qingen laughed loudly and said: "Xian Zhang will not deceive me! If you are like this, I deserve to be in Beiyu."

"Then what attitude does father think I should have towards Xiahou Xuanba, and what kind of commitment should I make to him?" Mu Qiuhuang asked.

When Mu Qingen heard this, he thought seriously, and after a while he murmured to himself: "Don't worry, this is just a guess from you and me... If the Xiahou clan really has this kind of intention, I think the real decision-maker should be Xiahou

Wenyuan?"

"Xiahou Wenyuan?" Mu Qiuhuang asked puzzledly: "Isn't he Xiahou Xuanba's clan brother, and he became the prime minister because of Xiahou Xuanba's relationship?"

"No, you are wrong Huang'er."

Mu Qingen warned him seriously: "Huang'er, remember never to underestimate any opponent. Especially someone like Xiahou Wenyuan who has the ability to serve as prime minister and assistant. As the saying goes, 'a civil servant has one mouth, and a military commander has three swords.'

You must take this kind of person seriously from the bottom of your heart."

"My child, remember your father's teachings." Mu Qiuhuang nodded in agreement.

Mu Qingen continued to explain: "Xiahou Wenyuan is more than ten years younger than Xiahou Xuanba. In addition to being Xiahou Xuanba's clan brother, he is also the proud disciple of the old master Situ Changqing. Note that he is a disciple and not a disciple.

Not a disciple..."

Mu Qingen reminded him emphatically, and finally gave Xiahou Wenyuan a comment: "This is definitely a person who can shape the world in the government and control the changes in the country."

When Mu Qingen mentioned Xiahou Wenyuan, Mu Qiuhuang nodded in agreement.

He knew that his father seemed peaceful, but in fact he was very unruly in his heart. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he had no son left. For him to take him so seriously could only mean one thing, that is, Xiahou Wenyuan was indeed terrible.

"Kid, remember this."

"But if Xiahou Wenyuan is really as extraordinary as his father said, I'm afraid the Xiahou family may not choose the master?" Mu Qiuhuang continued.

"Yes, you are right! I want to keep this matter simple..." Mu Qingen frowned.

After a while, Mu Qingen said: "You go to Wudang Mountain first. Then I will let the demon, the demon, the demon, the demon follow you secretly... This matter will be planned by me later, and I will send a message to you when the time comes.

you."
Chapter completed!