Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

At midnight,

On the central axis that traverses the entire huge city of Di'an, a carriage is speeding alone in the rainy night. The imperial road it travels is several feet above the ground, straight and long, and reaches the palace city on the top of the mountain.

The night fell low in Di'an City, covering thousands of lights like ink.

The autumn rain lightly touches the window curtains, and the stars and firelight scatter along the way.

The incense was gurgling, and he was sitting alone in a luxurious carriage. The man's long hair was tied up meticulously, and he glanced at the scenery outside the window with silent side eyes.

The great emperor Ancheng has fallen into a deep sleep at this moment, and only the lights of those streets that never sleep are still bathed in carnival under the drizzle.

The man quietly looked at the prosperity in the distance,

Look at the hysteria hidden beneath the peaceful singing and dancing.

subconsciously,

The man withdrew his gaze and looked at the short man in front of him with a frown.

There, there is a memorial.

On the vermilion cover of the paper, the writings of dragons and snakes are written, and the ink is still wet writing the book of great changes:

"The method of fairy tax."

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Xu Yuan stared at this handwritten memorial and was speechless for a long time.

The rapid hooves of the carriage splashed into puddles, and the incense specially provided by the royal family was refreshing.

He has been through war and seen death.

But what I saw and heard along the way was not a drop in the bucket of this letter.

While in trance, a rustling sound quietly reached my ears.

Looking back,

It was a burst of invisible smoke.

It penetrates along the gaps and then solidifies into shape.

A woman wearing a white velvet waistcoat caught his eye.

Her eyebrows are as green as distant mountains, her eyes are as charming as autumn water, and a slim-fitting rose purple cheongsam outlines her graceful curves.

After glancing at the exposed white soft groove on Lou Ji's chest, Xu Yuan withdrew his gaze.

Sometimes, he doesn't quite understand what this old lady is wearing.

She is always dressed so enchantingly.

To please people, unlikely.

The identity of Chief Black Scale meant that few people even dared to look at her.

If you don't do it to please others, then you can only do it to please yourself.

This lady probably enjoys the kind of twisted and sick things that others want to see but don't dare to see.

As his thoughts spread a little, Xu Yuan asked casually:

"Why do you still have time to come here at this juncture?"

"Can't I come over and care about you?"

Sitting next to Xu Yuan, Lou Ji lazily crossed her legs, her slit cheongsam skirt moved slightly, her plump white thighs were looming, she curved her eyes and asked with a smile:

"How does it feel to go to court for the first time? You looked nervous just now?"

Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows, a little funny:

"Nervous? Father and the others have left the capital, and now I am the biggest in the entire Di'an City. Why should I be nervous?"

Lou Ji's flawless dimple couldn't help but laugh, and said:

".You are the biggest. You kid really doesn't follow any rules, and you don't care about the royal family at all. But that's true, but..."

Speaking of which,

Lou Ji paused for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, her soft chest was squeezed and deformed by her thighs. She reached out and took out the vermilion paper on the table, spread it out, lowered her eyes to look at it carefully, and said quietly:

".Changtian, I mean this Immortal Tax Policy, are you really ready?"

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Looking at the memorial in Lou Ji's hand, Xu Yuan suddenly fell silent.

He once thought that he had been prepared long ago and could face everything in the future with enough cold-bloodedness. However, when he really held the power of this war blade in his hand, he began to feel uneasy.

Xu Yuan silently reached out and took the letter, looked sideways out of the window, and murmured:

"Well, I'm a little nervous, but you always need someone to do it."

War is a means, not an end,

The shadow of war will hang over the entire Dayan Dynasty because in the past few decades, political and economic means have been exhausted.

Lou Ji squinted at the profile of the man in front of her and persuaded in a soft voice:

"In fact, you don't have to do this kind of thing that is easy to get your hands dirty with your own hands. Duke Su Guo, Marquis Zhenxi, or those few ministers are also enough. If it is not possible, waiting for your father to come back is also an option. "

Xu Yuan glanced sideways at the old lady:

"There's no point in covering one's ears and stealing the others' bells."

Lou Ji didn't take it seriously at all and remained serious:

"At least it can make people think clearly."

Saying,

The woman lazily leaned back on the soft couch, looked at the wooden box carved with dragons and phoenixes, and said quietly:

"My sister has killed many, many people in her life. The number of people who died directly or indirectly at her hands has been at least six figures, but these people are still as small as a worm looking at the moon compared to this letter in your hand."

The night rainy wind blew in along the window lattice, stirring their long hair.

Xu Yuan suddenly bent his eyes and smiled:

"Sister, you shouldn't be a hypocritical person. Why do you suddenly become both wantful and wantful?"

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Xu Yuan reached out and pressed her boneless shoulder.

Of course he knew what Lou Ji wanted to do.

Even after reaching this most critical step, this old lady, oh no, the elders of the Prime Minister's Mansion still want to help him "reduce the burden", but

Thinking about it, Xu Yuan flicked the letter with his fingertips and said with a smile:

"You want me to go further, but you don't want me to take on the corresponding responsibilities. Why do you want me to take all the good things in the world by myself?"

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Lou Ji's eyes drooped slightly.

In the great flames of the country, which lasted for thousands of years, there were countless sage kings and famous ministers. The important things they did not dare to touch were now all carried on the thin vermilion paper in Xu Yuan's hand.

In the foreseeable future,

Countless families will be torn apart by it, countless people will die of illness and pain, and all life will be reduced to as cheap as grass.

This is a dividing line facing the dawn and facing the abyss.

It represents burning,

represents death,

represents the chaotic era of the collapse of rituals and music.

In their plan,

it should be Xu Yinhe, the head of the Xiangfu, who should start all this chaos and bear the responsibility for the extinction of hundreds of millions of lives.

So Lou Ji didn't know why Xu Yuan insisted so much.

For merit?

Or, to establish prestige?

Lou Ji didn't understand the reason, but he could vaguely understand his intention, and said softly:

"In fact, compared to carrying everything yourself, Changtian, you can rely more on us old guys. Your father is also more powerful than you think."

"I know."

Xu Yuan smiled slightly, and his eyes drooped slightly.

The memories from the previous life "Cangyuan" flowed through his mind like water, and finally stopped at the pictures of the collapse of the Prime Minister's Mansion:

". But the person he faced was equally powerful."

Speaking softly,

Xu Yuan gently put the red-covered letter into the lining of his clothes, looked at the towering palace that was getting closer and closer, and said in a soft voice:

"Sister, what I am doing now is just what I should do.

"Be in your position and do your work.

"Take advantage of it and bear the responsibility.

"If I can't do this, I might as well learn from Li Yunqing and find a way out in advance. "

After a long silence, Lou Ji left.

Before leaving,

she did not forget to ruffle Xu Yuan's long hair, which was tied up meticulously, into a mess.    This was Lou Ji's bad taste, but it was also a manifestation of her powerlessness.

When things came to this point, when the incident escalated to the level of the dynasty, this elder sister could no longer provide shelter for the path chosen by this stinky boy as she did at the beginning.

Thinking so quietly, Xu Yuan looked through the window at the mountain top that was getting closer and closer, and the Qionglou Palace hidden in the rainy night, and sighed softly unconsciously.

When the carriage arrived in front of the palace, the imperial guards in golden heavy armor had already been separated outside the city gate, standing quietly in the rain curtain with majesty and murderousness.

Xu Yuan had no fame, only the birth of When Xu Yuan was in power, he was granted the title of Viscount by the Emperor. Theoretically, he was not qualified to enter the palace alone, but today he was riding in the royal carriage and entered the court in the name of being conferred.

Therefore, before he was completely close, the heavy and towering palace gate had already slowly opened, and the carriage passed through the two rows of imperial guards, and the sound of the wheels echoed in the long doorway.

The light in the doorway was extremely dim. While tying his hair, Xu Yuan casually thought about going to court.

He did not understand the court etiquette of Dayan.

He was still very busy these days, busy understanding all kinds of information under the Xiangfu, busy perfecting his own skills, and busy catching Li Yunqing.

He only glanced at the books on etiquette for going to court before leaving. A glance.

It was a bit like the Mingli in the previous life.

But it didn't matter now,

because as soon as the carriage passed the gate, Xu Yuan saw a large group of people in front of the Meridian Gate of the city wall. These people were wearing official uniforms of various colors and standing quietly in the rain waiting.

According to the etiquette of Dayan,

these people should all be beaten.

The time to enter the court was actually Mao time, and now it was Mao time three quarters, and these people were still standing here, which was already a contempt for the imperial power.

The inscription lamp was dim in the dark rainy night, and the carriage stopped in front of the Meridian Gate. Except for the drizzle of autumn rain, there was no other sound.

"Squeak."

The door of the carriage opened,

a pair of boots stepped out of the rain,

and a man in the court dress of a viscount appeared in front of everyone.

The first time At the court, Xu Yuan wore the designated court dress very obediently.

Using the source of Qi to block the rain, Xu Yuan stood on the threshold of the carriage and looked around. Seeing these faces that he had already memorized in the internal reference, he suddenly realized that the blame for these ministers' contempt for the imperial power should be put on his head.

These people are all members of the prime minister's party.

The news had been released three days in advance.

If he didn't come, naturally no one in the prime minister's party would dare to cross the line and enter first.

It's really no small matter to stand in line.

In the silence of the ministers, Xu Yuan chuckled and walked on the water, but when he passed by the closed Meridian Gate, he suddenly stopped.

He raised his eyes to look at the eunuch guarding the gate on the palace wall, and his light voice spread in the rain in front of the Meridian Gate:

"Eunuch, as the eldest son of the Xu family, which gate should I go through? "

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The eunuch's eyes met for a moment, and he immediately answered:

"According to the etiquette of Dayan, Lord Xu, you should follow the civil officials and walk on the left."

Before he finished speaking,

the eunuch's pupils suddenly shrank.

Because the third son of the Xu family did not wait for him to finish his answer, and walked directly towards the Meridian Gate, which only the emperor could walk through.

"Da"

"Da"

As Xu Yuan walked, a trembling sound like a giant beast's roar came from under the Meridian Gate.

"Boom--"

Heavy The palace gate was pushed open a crack amidst the trembling sound.

Through this crack,

Xu Yuan saw the Golden Throne Hall on the top of the building complex.

When the ministers and officials behind him saw this scene,

some began to sweat profusely, while others were excited.

However, after forcibly pushing open a crack, Xu Yuan did not take any further actions that violated the rules.

He felt a sense of being watched,

from the depths of the palace to the front of the Meridian Gate.

Among the internal counselors of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there are four saints from the royal family.

Three people and one beast.

The beasts are unknown, but humans leave traces.

Emperor Li Yaoxuan, Marquis Mu Zhenbei of Wucheng, and the imperial family Zongzheng.

The sight just now must have come from that Lord Zongzheng.

There are very few records about this Zongzheng in the internal reference of Xiangfu.

So few that we only know that there is such a person among the royal masters.

The other party is considered to be a hidden old man among the ancestors of the royal family.

The kind of mysterious old monster who will never take action unless it reaches the point of extermination.

It's a pity that Xu Yuan's spiritual vision is a very unreasonable thing. Although he only had a moment of contact with it, he had already roughly figured out the general cultivation level of Zongzheng.

Mysterious, yet powerful without exceeding expectations.

In this era, there are too many amazing and talented young people, as well as too many old monsters who have been hiding for thousands of years. It is an inevitable result that the gold content of this royal family has shrunk.

Silently writing down this information, Xu Yuan turned around and walked towards Zuoyemen, walking towards the depths of the palace with his eyes lowered.

Xu Yuan did not violate any etiquette during this journey. He very patiently followed the party ministers all the way north. After going through a series of complicated etiquette, the majestic Fengtian Palace finally appeared. In the sight of everyone.

At five o'clock in the morning,

The autumn rain has begun to subside, but the dark clouds are still lingering in the sky. The golden armor of the guards is dark and deep, and hundreds of officials stand quietly under the imperial steps in front of the palace.

The ceremony of entering the class should have ended long ago.

However, the officials of Honglu Temple, the imperial censor, and the bell and drum division band on duty today are all members of the Xiangdang. They do not sing the ceremony of entering the class. The censor cannot perform the supervisory duty. Unless the prince of the supervising country speaks, the ministers will have to Wait in front of the temple.

Xu Yuan smiled softly.

He didn't know why Li Yucheng changed his mind.

I don’t know what the deep meaning of Li Yucheng’s move is.

All I know is that the royal family and the prime minister's government can temporarily stop fighting each other.

As later important ministers joined the ranks, the ceremony of joining the class came belatedly.

This process was not long, but the thoughts of all the important ministers present were focused on the young man.

They wanted to see the choice of the legitimate son of the Xu family.

I want to see if he will take the imperial road like his father, the prime minister.

But unexpectedly,

Xu Yuan just stood quietly at the end of the civil service and followed the others.

Surprised, puzzled, relieved, reassured.

All kinds of looks revealed the thoughts of the officials.

As everyone entered the Fengtian Hall,

Waiting in silence for the steward in front of the temple to sing the words of salute

"clatter"

A soft footsteps stepped on everyone's heart.

Move one step sideways from the end of Civil Service,

Xu Yuan stood in the center of the hall under the astonished gazes of many important ministers.

At this moment,

Xu Yuan could notice that his heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

He reached into his arms and fumbled gently.

The moment he touched the paper in his arms, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment,

Xu Yuan's eyes seemed to have some kind of vision, and he seemed to see the future of this dynasty.

The prosperous lights turned into flames,

Bai Liang turned blood red,

Rows of streets turned into devastated ruins.

The night is no longer quiet,

Crazy wolf smoke filled every corner, and miserable people were everywhere crying and howling.

These images are like a devouring abyss.

But in silence,

He still looked calm and took out the scarlet-covered paper from the lining of his coat.

The sunshine of the new day fell from the clouds. Carrying the first ray of morning light reflected in the palace, he presented the Great Yan Imperial Court's letter of war to the sect.

"My lord, please tell me something."