Unparalleled Concubine

   Chapter 971 Muffled Thunder

Since the change of Imjin Palace, Li Xin has basically stayed in the center. He didn't have any thoughts of rebelling, so he was not so persistent in the officialdom, and even had an attitude of ignoring him. I have been a minister of the Ministry of War for seven years, but I can see it without going to the Ministry of War a few times.

  Li Xin only left behind some forces that could guarantee him a way back.

  If he has the mind to fight for power and profit, seven years as a military officer is enough for him to cultivate a generation of disciples and old officials, plus his status as the number one celebrity of the Taikang Dynasty, Jing'an Houfu will not be left out in the cold.

Especially after the death of Emperor Taikang, he had more than three opportunities to take charge of the center. If he was stronger, he could even stay in the capital to be his powerful minister, instead of leaving the capital again and again and taking the initiative to return to his hometown in the southwest. .

To say something unpleasant, in the first year of Yuanzhao's change of Shen Yan, Li Xin was a little crooked, the emperor on the dragon chair is no longer the emperor now, abolish this emperor, and establish another five or six year old. Emperor, how will Li Xin handle the important affairs of the government at that time?

Then there is the matter of Meihuawei, Xiao Zheng was taken by Li Xin with a huge handle in his hand, Li Xinzhen has some unscrupulous bad intentions, the emperor in the Weiyang Palace can sit whoever he wants to sit, Where's the **** going on today.

  The Marquis of Jing An may be an ambitious person, but he is definitely not a bad person.

   After listening to Li Xin's words, Ye Lin also knew that something was wrong with him, so he cupped his hands to Li Xin: "It's because of my brother's misunderstanding."

  Li Xin sighed and said, "After today, I won't be able to stay in Ningling any longer. Tonight I will leave Ningling overnight and go back to Jincheng."

   Ye Si Shao frowned.

   "You and my brother will talk about things and don't hurt feelings."

   "It's a matter of fact."

   Li Xin smiled: "It doesn't hurt feelings, Master Ye said that I am the fifth child of the Ye family, then I will always be the fifth child of the Ye family."

   "It's just about the future of the Ye family, so I won't speak."

Speaking of which, Li Xin reached out and patted Ye Mao's shoulder, and smiled: "The love is still there, but there are some things that I really shouldn't say, just send me a letter if there is anything, I can be an uncle. Please help."

   Having said that, Li Xin bowed his hands to the uncle and nephew, turned away from Lu Peng, and walked towards Yejiazhuang.

The two uncle and nephew looked at Li Xinyuan's back, and wanted to speak to hold back, but they didn't know what to say. In the end, Ye Mao sighed and turned to Ye Lin and said, "Fourth Uncle, Master Li, he doesn't. He said it was all for the sake of the Ye family, but he probably didn't take advantage of the Ye family's thoughts, what you said was too cold to people's hearts."

   The third-generation Chen Guogong took a thick porcelain bowl and took a sip.

   "When Grandpa was seriously ill, Uncle Li was the one who looked for doctors everywhere. He was busy with Ye's house every day, and he even made the old man happy. He really didn't have bad intentions for the Ye family."

   Ye Lin frowned.

When Ye Sheng died, he was also in the capital, so he naturally knew what Li Xin had done, so he heard the words and sighed slowly: "Chang'an, his thoughts are not the same as ours, and I also regard him as the Ye family, but You can't listen to him in everything."

   Ye Lin glanced at his eldest nephew with a heavy tone.

   "Everywhere in Dajin, why don't you sing praises to the old man and praise him? For this, we must try our best to keep the Jimen Pass and not ruin the reputation of the old man."

   "As for the family business."

   Ye Lin was silent for a while, and laughed at himself: "At most, it's just as Chang'an said, you and my uncle and nephew each send a son to the southwest, and let the Ye family branch out."

Ye Mao let out a long sigh, instead of sitting on the futon, he sat on the ground, looking in the direction of Li Xin's departure, and sighed deeply: "Fourth Uncle, you said that Master Chang'an can do it. ?"

   "He has become."

  Ye Lin silently glanced at the southwest, and said meaningfully: "You haven't been to the southwest these years, so you don't know what's going on there."

"Today's Southwest is truly a country of its own, and its national power is only stronger than that of Nanshu back then, but if war really breaks out in the northern border, the imperial court will be entangled in the northern border, and the national power will gradually slow down. Decay."

   Ye Lin glanced at Ye Mao and let out a long sigh.

   "Even if the status quo is maintained forever, and the Southwest Army will never leave Shu, your uncle Chang'an can be considered the ruler of a country. If you want to ascend the throne in Jincheng in the future, it is a matter of one sentence."

   "He has become the climate."

   Ye Sishao had a complicated expression.

   "The court can't help him."

  …………

   In the fourth year of the Great Jin Dynasty, Yuanzhao finally entered the last month, and the capital was snowing heavily.

After a month-long deliberation by the imperial court, a Ji family clan was finally sent to Jizhou to temporarily take the post of Jizhou Zhenbei general. Died in the Zhenbei military camp.

   Of course, even the clan might be killed by a robber who didn't have long eyes on the way, so the court also sent 500 Yulin guards to protect the clan along the way.

   As long as they get to the Zhenbei army camp, no one will dare to kill the Ji family's clan. After all, killing the clan is no different from rebelling.

   In addition to this clan, Emperor Yuan Zhao also sent a member of the Ministry of War to accompany him as a staff advisor to the clan.

The matter of the Zhenbei Army seems to have been resolved like this, and the matter of Qianniuwei going to Ningling to invite Mrs. Li back to Beijing has gradually come to an end. The capital is still peaceful, it seems that nothing has happened, and nothing has happened. Neither will happen.

   On the campus of the Imperial City, a young man in a purple fur, braved the snow, rushed to the campus and sat under a awning to watch.

  In the center of the school ground, a group of craftsmen from the Ministry of War was tinkering with a few jars. After everything was ready, the craftsmen lit the oil paper with torches and ran away immediately.

  The oil paper slowly burned, and soon it burned into the jar. The jar was silent for a while and made a muffled sound.

The sound of    was not too loud, not too small. Two of the three pottery jars in the center of the school grounds were safe and sound, while the other one was muffled by the sound, and cracks appeared on the jar.

  The young man in purple was quite excited, and immediately rushed to the center of the school grounds, looking at the cracked pottery pot, Long Yan was delighted.

   "Okay, I really didn't see the wrong person, it finally exploded!"

Emperor Yuan Zhao squatted on the ground and looked at it for a while, then got up and smiled at several craftsmen: "It's good if you can blow it up, but the power of the Tianlei in the southwest is far more than that. You have to think about it slowly, and try to make the southwest as much as possible. That kind of powerful thunder."

   After he finished saying this, he waved to the **** Xiao Huai who was following behind him.

   "Reward, each person will be rewarded with a hundred gold."

  Xiao Huai immediately bowed his head: "Slave obeys."

   When Xiao Huai was going down to get the reward, the big **** Xiao Zheng in red came over with small steps, Xiao Huai immediately bowed his head from a distance and saluted.

   "Godfather."

   Xiao Zheng didn't pay attention to the godson, but walked straight towards the Emperor Yuanzhao. After reaching the emperor, he took out a document from his sleeve, held it in both hands, and said respectfully.

   "Your Majesty, the book from the north."

  The emperor took the urgent report and frowned: "Who sent it."

   "The kind of Xuantong of the family."

   There is one more chapter later

   (end of this chapter)