After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 85 Drinking is worse than worrying

   How many days have passed, He Chunhua is so focused on his official career, how could he miss the great opportunity to write a letter to ask for credit?

   "If father's memorial came first, it might be suppressed after reading it; after rumors spread, the memorial will be confirmed again, and it is useless for the royal court to deny it."

   "Why was it suppressed?" He Lingchuan thought for a while, and suddenly understood, "You mean, the royal court is afraid of the situation and wants to keep it secret? This is not good, won't our achievements be swallowed?"

Wang Ting is sending troops to attack Da Sima, and the war at Woling Pass has just ended. The huge empire is surrounded by wind, and Wang Ting is exhausted. At this time, he probably doesn't want to force Xunzhou Mu to rebel. Make a strong enemy.

   Then it is very likely to suppress what happened in the Panlong Desert and keep it secret. In this way, Guodu and Xunzhou Mu could breathe a sigh of relief.

   But in this way, the military achievements that He Chunhua has been thinking about will probably fly away.

  How could he be willing to take such a big risk and pay such a high price?

  So He Chunhua's countermeasure is to send people into the capital to stir up this matter first. As long as the rumors spread, Xunzhou Mu would have to turn back if he didn't want to!

  The mutual suspicion between him and Wang Ting was only separated by a layer of window paper. It seems that He Chunhua decided to stab it himself.

  After thinking this through, He Lingchuan couldn't help clapping his hands: "Dad is amazing, the sword is not old!"

He Yue bowed his head: "Once the rumor spreads, our credit will be confirmed. However, the war in Yuanbei area re-ignites, and I don't know how many lives will be swallowed; One less state. For Dayuan, this is not a good thing."

   "Then it is a good thing that the royal court suppressed our credit?"

   "Perhaps, after Wang Ting plans to get rid of Da Sima, he will consider the issue of Xunzhou and defeat them one by one."

He Lingchuan was funny: "The New Year's Ceremony is not a grass-carved wooden man, who is stupid and waits for someone to attack. Since he has rebellion, he is like a powder keg. It is better to explode early than to explode late, and it will hurt less people." He patted the back of his second brother's head, "Sometimes, good causes lead to bad results."

  He Yue sighed: "I'll tell you something, don't spread it."

  He Lingchuan made a gesture of shutting his mouth: "Don't worry, there is no pillow wind that can blow away from me."

  He is also a little strange. This younger brother is usually self-confident and independent, so he doesn't quite get along with him. Why did He Yue feel close to him after returning from his trip to the Panlong Desert?

   Could it be because he helped He Yue deal with Nian Songyu?

  He Yue looked around subconsciously: "During dinner a few days ago, my father asked me what I thought of Da Sima's rebellion, and I said it was a big treason."

  He Lingchuan snorted a mouthful of almond tofu: "What's the problem?"

"That's just to deal with the old man." He Yue said in a low voice, "Actually, I put myself in the same place, and I think Da Sima is understandable. The king's treatment of state affairs is really a bit of a joke. As for the treatment of the northern demon country, I am more in favor of Da Sima. Sima."

   "Oh?" He Lingchuan was a little surprised, "You don't agree with defending the territory?"

"Who doesn't agree? But the national policy is based on the facts, and we can't just show the courage of ordinary people. You can see that Panlong City is very remarkable. After becoming an enclave, it has persisted for 32 years. But its mother country is weak. No matter how Zhong Shengguang fights, the West Luo Guo just lost the Panlong Wasteland again, and in a few years, it will be gone."

"The strong can be impassioned, saying that those who offend us will be punished even though they are far away, but the weak must know how to make trade-offs." He Yue said seriously, "Now our mother country is no longer the big kite that was rich and powerful. Da Sima tried his best to appease In the Northern Kingdom, Big Yuan can free up his hands to quell the chaos in the country."

  He Lingchuan smiled: "You want to say that to fight against the outside world, you must first secure the inside?"

  He Yue nodded.

"So, what if the domestic chaos cannot be resolved? Separatist rule, floods, famine, rebels, and border chaos. In the past ten years, we seem to have only solved one item of disaster relief, and it may not be possible every time. Qiansong County has old people. Dad is here, so Hongya Road is very peaceful, which was not the case seven or eight years ago."

  He Lingchuan continued: "It's not like Da Sima just gained power today. He has assisted the monarch to deal with these troubles a long time ago, and he hasn't seen a proper solution."

  He Yue hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.

  He Lingchuan patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay to worry about it, but it's not okay to talk nonsense. You can't spread a word of these words today, so as not to hurt Dad and me!"

  He Yue said unhappily: "Of course, I'm not stupid."

   "Liu Baobao is having a drink at Xiangsi Building tonight, are you going?"

   "I can't drink."

   That's right, Mrs. Ying can take care of this little son. Fourteen years old, marriage can be discussed, but alcohol can't be touched, cut it!

  He Lingchuan wanted to say something more, but when he rolled his eyes, he grabbed another piece of jujube cake and said, "I'm going to take a bath, we'll talk later."

   Without waiting for He Yue to reply, he jumped out of the window and left.

   "Huh?" He slipped too fast, and He Yue felt something was wrong.

   After a few breaths, several figures walked in the door, and the leader was Mrs. Ying.

  She was stunned when she saw the table: "This is a snack for the tea party, and it will be delivered now! Yueer, why don't you say something if you want to eat? I'll ask someone to prepare it and send it over."

   There are not a few pieces of pastries that are enough for ten people to enjoy. When did my son become so edible!

  He Yue: "..."

  …

  He Lingchuan, who slipped back to his yard, patted his belly, feeling full and happy!

   Asked someone to fetch clean water, he took a comfortable bath, drank a cup of hot milk, and was about to lie down and take a nap when his eyes suddenly fell on the broken knife by the table.

  Usually this knife is kept in the study, but today I subconsciously brought it here.

  He pulled out the broken knife and stroked it lightly. Since leaving the illusion, the knife didn't seem so cold, as if the sharp edge that would cut someone's eyes had no effect on him.

   Of course, only to him. He Yue just touched the blade lightly, without even touching the blade, and his finger was scratched.

  He Lingchuan raised his finger, and it retracted as soon as he touched the blade.

  He takes good care of his body and skin.

   Fingers are fine and intact.

  He Lingchuan boldly pressed his finger on it.

   Still no bloodshed.

  Pressing hard, a dent was made on the belly of the finger, but the skin was still not broken.

  Sharp as if uncut.

  He Lingchuan was elated all of a sudden, raised his knife and waved it several times.

  Crack, the sandalwood a few feet away snapped in two.

  This knife is different for him alone!

  He Lingchuan couldn't put it down.

  He, a lonely soul, came to another world. Although he lived a life of rich clothes and fine food, and hugged each other, he inherited the original body in everything, and always felt unrealistic and illusory.

  Only this knife belongs to him alone, and no one else can touch it for a while.

   Unfortunately, he doesn't know its name. A precious sword should be famous, why didn't Zhong Shengguang engrave its real name on the scabbard?

  (end of this chapter)