Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

The Prime Minister came out of retreat. At noon on the seventh day after Li Zhaoyuan's visit, Xu Yuan, who was reviewing official business in Moyin Pavilion, learned the news at the first time.

As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, Xu Yuan found that no one seemed to have come back home these days. The courtyard without people seemed deserted.

In the past, there were always people in the inner courtyard, either the old man or the three of them. When the other three were there, they would take time to clean the courtyard. Although Xu Yuan didn't do anything, as long as he stayed there, he would always leave some traces of human beings.

In recent days, everyone in the inner courtyard was busy. Xu Xinyao had been staying in the Gewuyuan, and Xu Changge had been staying in Jiange since he lost to him that day. No one was at home. For more than half a month, the leaves of the hundred-year-old ginkgo trees planted in the courtyard had fallen off, and the golden fallen leaves all over the ground withered and rotted in the autumn rain that lasted for several days. There were even a lot of weeds growing on the dirt.

At first glance, it was cold and dilapidated.

A large courtyard will always be like this if there is no one.

While thinking about whether to move the office to the inner courtyard, Xu Yuan walked through the narrow corridor connecting several courtyards and entered the study.

There was a line of footprints on the fallen leaves all over the courtyard, leading directly to the half-closed wooden door inside. Walking in, he saw the old man in a black-bottomed red-patterned robe sitting behind the desk, holding a file and silently browsing.

The sunlight at noon shone through the window lattice. The dust in the study had been removed, but all kinds of files and documents were neatly piled up in the entire study, so many that it was even difficult to step.

Xu Yuan glanced at it, slightly surprised, and then relieved.

The government affairs process of the Xiangfu was not complicated. The local government would summarize various events to the imperial capital and submit them to the superior institutions according to their affiliation. The Black Scale Guard, the Institute of Gewu, the Tianan Chamber of Commerce and other forces were reviewed by the Xu family officials, and finally sorted out by the Wenshu Academy and submitted to the Moyin Pavilion, that is, him, Xu Yuan.

But there were some exceptions.

Like the internal reference, the internal affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion are also divided into ten levels from heavy to light according to the corresponding standards in the order of the heavenly stems of "A, B, C and D". In normal times, the affairs of level C and above will bypass Wenshuyuan and Moyin Pavilion and be directly submitted to the Prime Minister by Lou Ji and others.

Of course, this is normal times.

Before the old man went into seclusion, he had already explained that all matters in the Prime Minister's Mansion would be decided by Xu Yuan. With this oral order, Xu Yuan had read most of the files piled up in the study, of course, except for the secret letters submitted by the Black Scale Army.

"Find a seat for yourself."

Hearing the movement at the door, Xu Yinhe did not raise his eyes. He said casually and temporarily put his energy on those files. In this critical period of seclusion for half a month, even he needed some time to digest the piled affairs.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan did not bother the old man. He went to the futon next to the tea table and sat down.

After returning to Beijing, he had been working for twelve hours. It was rare for him to relax and take advantage of the waiting time to make a pot of good tea to reward himself.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Xu Yuan felt uncomfortable again.

When did making a pot of tea count as a reward?

He sighed in his heart and took out all kinds of tea sets for the first time in a long time. He was a little unfamiliar with boiling water and warming the cup. From time to time, the sound of boiling water gurgled in the quiet study.

Long Xinshan's scenic tea supplemented with Kunlun Ice Spring was salty and astringent at first, but the aftertaste was strong. After a cup of fragrant tea, Xu Yuan unconsciously exhaled the turbid air that had been pressing on his chest for more than a month.

Time passed, the warm sun of late autumn sprinkled on his body, his fingertips stroked the slightly convex porcelain pattern on the wall of the cup, and he enjoyed this long-lost leisurely afternoon.

After the tea was finished, Xu Yinhe's voice sounded on time:

"Have you rested well?"

Xu Yuan paused slightly when he put the tea into the pot again. Looking back, most of the piled files in the room were gone. He spoke at this time to remind him that it was time to talk about business. However, after a slight hesitation, he asked softly:

"Are you going out?"

"That's not the case."

"Can't we drink and chat over there?"

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Xu Yinhe stared at the third son who was sitting in front of the tea table and didn't want to get up for a few breaths. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he finally got up and walked over.

Xu Yuan quickly brewed the new tea and started to boil it.

Father and son sat opposite each other.

Xu Yuan glanced at the extra white in his father's hair and said casually:

"Father, your hair has turned a lot whiter."

Xu Yinhe brushed his sleeves and held the cup, saying calmly:

"It's over, don't worry."

Sure enough.

Xu Yuan sighed in his heart.

Given this old man's temperament, the Pingxian Tax Law has just passed and the situation has already started. If it is not necessary, he will never retreat at this time.

After a little consideration, Xu Yuan still chose to ask:

"Father, what exactly is that thing in the sky? Is it really the so-called will of heaven?"

Xu Yinhe raised his eyes and pondered for a moment. Seeing that the three sons had reached the level of transcendental cultivation, he still chose to reveal some:

"It's not the will of heaven, it's just a way."

Xu Yuan was puzzled. This answer was too riddle-like:

"What do you mean?"

Xu Yinhe did not say more:

"When you have enough cultivation, you will naturally understand what your father said. If you have not reached that level, you will not understand even if I say more."

Xu Yuan heard that the other party was unwilling to say more, but still insisted on asking:

"Does that thing have subjective consciousness?"

"Subjective consciousness."

Xu Yinhe frowned slightly when he heard this, pondered for a moment, and shook his head gently: "Father does not know this matter yet, but maybe I will know it in the future."

Xu Yuan opened his mouth immediately after hearing this, but was interrupted by Xu Yinhe. He smiled faintly and asked:

"You should be very tired after returning to Beijing."

Xu Yuan hesitated to speak, but finally followed the other party's topic and said:

"In some cases, I feel that the system of the Prime Minister's Office is very problematic. It relies too much on individual leaders. This is not a long-term solution."

Xu Yinhe naturally knew about this matter and said quietly:

"When the prime minister's government system was first established, it was not designed for generations to come. After all, being a father is too ideal, so I can only suffer you."

Xu Yuan was silent for a while and said:

"It is bitter now, but maybe in the future when you taste the essence of power, you will be happy with it."

Xu Yinhe shook his head gently, picked up the boiling Kunlun Mountain Spring, warmed the cup, and said softly:

"Be as happy as ever. Do less and get more, so that you can live forever."

Xu Yuan curled his lips. This old man could actually joke, so he said:

"The giant ship has already launched and set sail. There is no turning back. Even if you want to do less and get more, you still have to wait until the ship docks again."

Speaking of this, Xu Yuan changed the topic and said:

"Father, Li Zhaoyuan is here to see me."

When Xu Yinhe heard this, he also suppressed the smile in his deep eyes, nodded and asked:

"The Black Scale Guard has already informed my father about this matter. Is he here to support you that day?"

Xu Yuan pondered for a while and said with a hint of fun:

"He said he could give me a chance to kill him to bridge the gap between me and him. Now it seems that he is indeed asking for my support."

When Xu Yinhe heard this, he glanced at the third son opposite with a slightly complicated look:

"Is this so"

Xu Yuan raised his eyes and said seriously:

"Father, he said that Li Yaoxuan agreed to this matter."

"Li Yaoxuan?"

Xu Yinhe murmured, with no expression on his face, but a trace of concern flashed across his eyes as he asked:

"What do you want?"

Xu Yuan’s eyes were firm:

"I obliged him."

"This matter is no better than your new law."

"I know."

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After hearing this answer, Xu Yinhe did not reply immediately, but fell into deep thought for a while.

After a while,

He asked word for word:

"Changtian, do you know what this means?"

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Of course Xu Yuan knew what this meant.

The source of power comes from violence.

In other words,

Those who possess supreme power must possess supreme violence.

The fourteen states in the world can transition from a sect world to a dynasty world. The essence is that the owner of the supreme violence changes from a single cultivator to a military formation.

The lord of the dynasty is the owner of the military formation.

If Li Yaoxuan wants to support the second prince to ascend the throne, he will inevitably hand over the royal family's highest military formation skills to him, and this directly leads to Li Zhaoyuan making a false promise that is almost impossible to fulfill.

If you want to kill him, personal power is not enough. You must use an equal military formation to resist. Once the military formation is used, it is no longer an assassination, but a declaration of war!

That night, Li Zhaoyuan said he came to heal the rift between him and him, but in reality, he came with a question from the royal family, or a letter of challenge from the royal family.

The letter of war after pacifying the sect.

If Xu Yuan agrees, it means that there will be a battle between the emperor and the prime minister.

Thinking in my heart,

Xu Yuan took a deep breath and explained slowly:

"Father, my promise is that if he survives, I will join hands with him to determine the sect."

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Hearing this, Xu Yinhe obviously relaxed a lot.

As for the relationship between the emperor and the prime minister, he and Li Yaoxuan had the same attitude. They turned the hot war that destroyed lives into a power struggle between the top leaders of the central government, giving the bottom class a chance to recuperate.

Dayan could not withstand two civil wars.

And Xu Yuan's meaning is also very simple.

He would assassinate Li Zhaoyuan before he ascended the throne, and if Li Zhaoyuan really ascended the throne, the matter would be abandoned.

Seeing this,

Xu Yinhe didn’t say anything more about this matter:

"It's up to you, be careful."

Seeing that he got the answer, Xu Yuan felt very complicated in his heart.

Before describing this matter, he was already prepared to be rejected. After all, this matter might lead to civil war between the emperor and the emperor, but he didn't expect that his father still agreed to his idea.

Xu Yinhe seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and smiled softly:

"Your time as a father is limited, and the future will eventually change with you. Even if there are limitations, you will always do what you do in the future."

After being speechless for a long while, Xu Yuan said slowly:

"Father, thank you."

Xu Yinhe just shook his head and said:

"This is because my father broke his promise to you first. Back then, the epidemic in the north promised you to kill Li Zhaoyuan. Now it seems that my father cannot do it. In response to your request, I am just making up for this promise."

Speaking of which,

Xu Yinhe paused for a moment before continuing:

"But I have fulfilled the other promise my father made to you."

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Xu Yuan was stunned when he heard this, thought for a moment, then turned around and asked hesitantly:

".Tian Yuan Sword Sect?"

Xu Yinhe nodded:

"Um."

"But the Imperial Master is not already here."

"What Lou Ji said?"

"right."

"Her information was wrong."

Xu Yinhe raised the poured tea, took a sip and said:

"Ran Jianli is still alive, but the situation requires him to fake his death and not show up. You should be able to figure this out and don't spread it outside."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan let out a long breath.

Since his father killed Master Ran Qingmo, he was ready to be chased and chopped by Da Bingtuozi with a sword.

Now that I have the exact answer, the boulder that has been hanging in my mind for more than half a month has finally fallen to the ground.

"Tuk-tuk."

Xu Yinhe lightly pressed the tea cup to draw Xu Yuan's attention back, and said in a solemn voice:

"Don't be too happy too soon. I have some plans to lay out for you in advance."

As he spoke, he casually took a document with the Black Scale Army logo and placed it on the tea table:

"This is the military information sent by Zong Qingsheng. Sixty percent of the weapons near the two river basins have been raised, and Yuan Hao has also rushed there from the northern border. At the current progress, the first surprise attack on the sect will break out in two months.

"Although I promised to give you a chance, the plan of a hundred years must not be delayed due to personal factors. In other words, Changtian still has two months. ”

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Xu Yuan was silent.

In “Cangyuan”, the conflict between the court and the sect originated from the destruction of Tianyuan Sword Sect. Now, with his intervention, although various hidden sects in the dark have surfaced ahead of time, the court can only start with the Sword Sect.

Tianyuan Sword Sect is located in the plain area between the two river basins. It has been a place of four wars since ancient times. The other important sects, Jiantian Pavilion, are in the southern border of Dayan, and the woman surnamed Wen is directly in the Jiangnan coast of the sect’s base camp.

The court’s surprise attack can only be fought in the Tianyuan Mountains!

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yuan slowly stood up:

“Then I will leave today”

“Sit down!”

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Xu Yuan sat down quietly.

Xu Yinhe took out a secret book from the Xumi Ring, handed it to him, and said:

“This is the mother skill of the Black Scale Army’s military formation. It’s not too late to go after learning it. ”