Chapter 452 File
The inner courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion is not very large, but compared to the outer courtyard which occupies several blocks, the overall area is less than two or three acres.
Since he could not use Yuan Qi to practice, and there were no entertainment facilities in the inner courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xu Yuan bid farewell to Xu Changge after learning about Tian Yan's current situation, and walked to his father's study while humming a tune from his hometown.
The red sandalwood door under the eaves of Feiyan Qiaojiao is dotted with elegant and restrained carvings.
Standing in front of the door, Xu Yuan glanced briefly and found that such an important place still did not have the habit of locking.
Hushly pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at the elegant layout of the room that had not changed in more than ten years, Xu Yuan's lips unconsciously raised a smile.
· Pushing open the door, what you can see is a silk screen embroidered with ink landscapes. When you step over it, you can see a thick redbud willow table placed at the deepest part of the room.
Although the old man also knew a little about calligraphy and painting, it was just a tool to win the favor of those in power before he took power, not a hobby.
For this reason, there are no antiques, calligraphy or paintings framed on the walls of the study, only various bookshelves filled with various types of copywriting.
The soft footsteps of boots on the ground sounded. Xu Yuan sat down directly on his father's seat and glanced at the entire study.
The elegant incense is dotted with the smell of books, and the whole room seems quiet and quiet. It seems that this place can isolate all the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
Do not know why,
Every time he sat in this position, he always felt as if he had sat on the Golden Throne.
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Shaking his head, Xu Yuan threw this thought out of his mind, raised his hand slightly and used Yuan Qi to take in a stack of paper files from the first bookshelf on his right according to his memory.
Since this study room is where my father handles government affairs at home, there are no books on the more than ten bookshelves in the room. Except for the occasional handwriting written by the father with a wolf-hair brush, they are all confidential government documents.
The first bookshelf on the right hand side is the confidential internal reference that the people below have compiled and presented in the past month.
Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan couldn't help but feel doubts.
Why did he find only his father's calligraphy and paintings when he sneaked into the study to steal things before, but he never saw these confidential internal references?
With his thoughts at this point, Xu Yuan suddenly chuckled and shook his head.
Fortunately, he still felt that what he did was secretive, and it turned out that his father had tacitly approved of these things.
With the incense in the room, Xu Yuan raised his hand and began to flip through the files in his hand.
One letter after another.
Until he browsed a certain dossier with gold edges and skimmed a few lines, Xu Yuan's brows raised.
This is a report about the war in the north.
After reading it all carefully, Xu Yuan frowned.
The content of the first internal reference is quite exciting.
The horrific disease that was released from the ten thousand caves in the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley has spread to various places from the large sects in Fengbeizhou, ranging from the top sects of the northern sects to the grassroots common people. Once infected, they will Will turn into a fierce ghost driven by desire.
These infected commoners, warriors, and high-level cultivators have already formed a wave that is impacting counties everywhere.
There are tens of millions of people infected with the disease.
Looking at this information, Xu Yuan immediately retrieved the most critical information in his mind.
Fengbeizhou has almost lost one-third of its territory due to this epidemic.
and,
In addition to Fengbeizhou, the northernmost severely affected area during the Great Yan period, sporadic reports of the disease have also appeared in the other two continents.
The situation in the north is getting out of control.
And the orders conveyed in the court were also very simple.
There is no soft-heartedness, and there is no waiting for the development of an antidote to the recovery of these sick people.
One word, kill.
Kill directly.
This means that Li Zhaoyuan and Wanyao Valley have completed the first stage of their plan.
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The study is quiet, with incense lingering.
The palm holding the internal reference was slightly clenched. Xu Yuan was silent for a long time before putting down the file in his hand and silently opened the second copy.
And this one is also about the war in the north.
It’s just that the payment time was much closer than the previous one, it was submitted two days ago.
After reading the contents of this internal reference, Xu Yuan took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and walked unconsciously in the study.
In his previous life, when he watched videos related to World War II and the number of people who died in the war in various countries, his mood would be turbulent. But after all, the times had been at peace for a long time, and the war happened nearly a hundred years ago, so he could not truly understand it. Realize the meaning behind that number.
At this moment, this internal reference made him understand.
Just as he and Lou Ji initially speculated,
Those sick cultivators and low-level warriors were not afraid of death, but they were unable to form a formation. Under the iron-blooded front of Dayan Chaotang, they could only end up being slaughtered one-sidedly.
With the court’s order issued, the horrific epidemic was gradually brought under control in just twenty days.
The cost is tens of millions of dead bodies.
Internal reference original text,
【Below the cities, the remains of limbs and flesh are like mountains, and the tens of thousands of madmen who rushed into the battle have all been killed.】
In just twenty days,
The generals leading the troops in the north massacred all the large crowds that stormed the counties.
This is a contest of slaughter.
Li Zhaoyuan, Li Qingyan, Wu Chenghou, and Zong Qingsheng all participated in it.
As for the winner among them, there is no doubt that the second prince Li Zhaoyuan has the help of Ten Thousand Medicine Valley.
Not only did he lead his army to wipe out the largest wave of madmen attacking the state capital at the minimum cost, he also wiped out a large sect that was completely infected.
“Da.Da.Da.Da.”
Xu Yuan was pacing back and forth, and the sound of slightly hasty footsteps kept ringing in the quiet study.
Suddenly,
"Snapped!"
Xu Yuan suddenly slammed the file in his hand to the ground.
He can accept all sacrifices for the future of peace and prosperity, but he cannot accept the ruin of life caused by his own selfish desires.
Xu Yuan, for the first time, I felt that Li Zhaoyuan was so damned.
Li Zhaoyuan arranged for the white fox to come and assassinate him and Li Qingyan, but Xu Yuan just thought that this was the other party's method.
After all, if you are in Li Zhaoyuan's position, if you want to survive and climb out of hell, you must do everything possible.
But maybe the position of "Prince" in the Prime Minister's Office came too easily. Xu Yuan found that he seemed to have underestimated the cruelty behind the word "seizing the legitimate son".
The words in the internal reference are concise and to the point, but what they represent behind them is the devastation of countless lives.
In order to seek the supreme throne, Li Zhaoyuan was able to turn tens of millions of common people into withered bones.
Those innocent common people who contracted the disease have been turned into military exploits.
The countless corpses they turned into are building a staircase for Li Zhaoyuan leading to the supreme throne!
“It’s a long day, calm down.”
A low and reassuring voice suddenly came from the door of the study.
Xu Yuan looked back with a slightly ferocious look, only to see Xu Yinhe standing at the door of the study at some point.
Xu Yinhe looked at the reddened eyes of the third son and walked into the study slowly, his voice steady and soft:
“The antidote to the epidemic cannot be developed in a short period of time, and even if it is developed, it cannot be mass-produced in a short period of time. The current situation in the north cannot afford to wait.”
“I know this is the best choice, and I have not questioned your father’s and the emperor’s decision, but.”
Xu Yuan's voice was low and hoarse, and his fists under his sleeves were clenched tightly: "But father, you should already understand the source of this epidemic, right?"
Xu Yinhe's tall and calm figure passed by Xu Yuan. He leaned over and picked up the file that fell on the ground. He patted the non-existent dust on it and looked back with deep eyes:
“As a father, I naturally know.”
Xu Yuan stared into his father's eyes and whispered:
“Then I want him dead.”
The words fell silent.
Xu Yinhe stared at Xu Yuan's eyes for a few breaths and nodded slightly:
"good,
“But not now.”
“Because of the Emperor?”
Xu Yinhe did not answer this question, but the look in his eyes at Xu Yuan said everything.
The current sage Li Yaoxuan does not allow Li Zhaoyuan to die.
His breathing was a little quick, Xu Yuan raised his eyes, and his voice was a little cold:
"Why?
“Is that old man Li Yaoxuan really planning to leave the throne to Li Zhaoyuan?”
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Xu Yinhe still did not answer this question directly. He took the file he just picked up in his hand, walked to the desk and sat down, and said softly:
“If Li Zhaoyuan were the queen’s heir, all this would be easy.”
Xu Yuan's breathing stagnated slightly as he listened to his father's words.
Although it is not confirmed, this statement has already explained a lot of things.
At least it shows that Li Yaoxuan really likes Li Zhaoyuan.
ˆ˜Xiao’s father
In other words, the current emperor is also the same person as Li Zhaoyuan.
Xu Yuan suddenly wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
Lou Ji has told him more than once that the blood on your father's hands is no less than that of Li Yaoxuan.
Thoughts were spreading in his heart, and Xu Yuan suddenly had the urge to make a move.
He considers himself to be a relatively cold-blooded and rational person, but compared with the hearts of these people in the center of power, he is just a younger brother.
Perhaps it would be better to let Xu Changge, the forced king, be the heir.
At least, Xu Yuan didn't think that his eldest brother would be merciful in this kind of thing with his character, and he wouldn't waver in his decision because of the lives of thousands of common people.
Xu Yuan took a long breath, pulled out a chair from the side and sat down opposite his father.
Xu Yinhe looked at the third son whose expression gradually became calmer and asked:
“How does it feel to be exposed to something of this level for the first time?”
Xu Yuan leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the exquisite ceiling of the study:
“I don’t feel very comfortable, and I even want to let Xu Changge do this job.”
Hearing this answer, Xu Yinhe's gray hair on his temples trembled, but his slightly wrinkled face did not show any surprise. Instead, there was a smile on his lips:
“If you are too cold-blooded, you will forget a lot of things.”
As he spoke, Xu Yinhe picked up another file, flipped through it, and said warmly:
"Looking at these things, even a father will feel uncomfortable, but if he wants to continue on, he must accept it, be patient, and wait for the opportunity."
Speaking of which,
Xu Yinhe suddenly raised his eyes, with a fleeting look of kindness in his deep eyes, and said warmly:
“If Chang Tian really doesn’t want to, my father won’t force me.”
Hearing what his father said, a smile appeared on Xu Yuan’s lips and he said casually:
“Dad, the royal family has been fighting to death for the throne. Why do I feel that the position of the legitimate son in our Prime Minister’s Palace has become a hot potato?”
Xu Yinhe’s hawk-like eyes flashed with amusement:
“Chang Ge and Xin Yao are both respectful and respectful to their fathers, but you are not strict about etiquette at all.”
Xu Yuan spread his hands:
“What am I like? Father, don’t you know yet?”
As he spoke, Xu Yuan glanced at the bookshelf where his father's calligraphy and paintings were stored.
“Cynical, there are benefits of cynicism.”
Xu Yinhe put down the file in his hand and tapped the desk with his fingertips: "Your eldest brother is too rigid in etiquette. If he takes over the prime minister's house in the future, he will only follow the path of his father. But this path of being a father may It doesn't suit him.
“As for Xinyao, those sects are probably looking forward to letting her take over the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
“If it’s your second brother”
Speaking of which,
Xu Yinhe's words stopped suddenly, his eyes were dim, and his face with some wrinkles seemed to have aged much instantly.
“So, it’s just me.”
Xu Yuan shook his head and chuckled half-jokingly: "Father, I probably know what you want to do, and I am willing to continue on your path, but it will take me some time to adapt."
Xu Yinhe’s expression quickly calmed down, but the sadness still existed in his eyes, and he said softly:
“As a father, I should be able to walk most of this road, but I’m afraid I have to leave the ending to you.”
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broken.
Xu Yuan suddenly felt that the old man was starting to flag, and immediately changed the subject:
“Father, how long will it take for Li Yaoxuan to die?”
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Xu Yinhe raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and stared at Xu Yuan helplessly.
He knew that the three sons spoke directly, but this kind of thing had to be detoured at least.
With a sigh, Xu Yinhe asked in a low voice:
“You want to know what this is for?”
“Make some preparations in advance.”
After Xu Yuan finished speaking, the softness in the eyes of the father across from him disappeared, and a sinister and majestic aura instantly pressed towards him.
.”Xu Yuan.
Xu Yinhe’s voice was very soft, but there was no doubt:
“Don’t get involved in royal affairs.”
The pressure was like a mountain. Xu Yuan withstood the pressure, smiled, and said with some difficulty:
"Dad, what can I say? He is the royal prince's consort, and this matter is our family's business."
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Xu Yinhe listened to the words of this dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, he sighed helplessly and calmed down his momentum:
“Okay, are you worried that Li Yaoxuan will do anything to his father before he dies?”
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Xu Yuan opened his mouth to deny it, but looking at his father's eyes, he finally nodded slightly.
Xu Yinhe smiled slightly, raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the palace city, his sight seemed to penetrate everything:
“Changtian, even Li Yaoxuan can’t kill me.”
"But."
“There is no but.”
Xu Yinhe interrupted Xu Yuan's words, his eyes moved slightly, and a pile of framed envelopes was brought to him:
"You have finished reading the file. This is the letter sent to you by the girl Li Junwu who went to the North before. Go back to your room and read it yourself."
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Xu Yuan knew that the other party was telling him to get out, so he silently accepted the envelope and left the study.
After taking only two steps, he was stopped again. When he turned his eyes, he saw a brocade box floating over.
Xu Yinhe looked at the third son with a smile in his eyes:
"Father knows that you can't sit still. This is the latest human skin mask Jiang He has made. It contains your new identity. If you want to go out, take it with you, but remember not to leave the capital."
Xu Yuan took the brocade box and hesitated slightly:
“I remember this thing.”
“Don’t worry, no one under the saint can see through this thing. With your black energy, a saint also needs to use his power to see through it.”
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(End of this chapter)