Chapter 742 Promise
The Prime Minister left the country, and at noon on the seventh day after Li Zhaoyuan's visit, Xu Yuan, who was approving official duties in Moyin Pavilion, learned the news immediately.
As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, Xu Yuan noticed that no one at home seemed to have been back these days, and the courtyard seemed deserted and deserted.
In the past, there were always people in the inner courtyard, either the old man or the three juniors. When the other three were around, they would more or less take the time to clean up the courtyard. Although he, Xu Yuanzai, did not do anything, as long as he stayed inside, he would always leave some human traces.
Everyone in the inner courtyard has been busy in recent days. Xu Xinyao has been staying in Gewuyuan, and Xu Changge has been stationed in Jiange since that day when he lost to him. No one is at home. For most of the month, the few hundred-year-old trees planted in the courtyard The ginkgo leaves have all fallen, and the golden leaves everywhere have withered and rotted in the autumn rain that lasted for several days. There are even many weeds growing on the soil.
At first glance, it looks cold and dilapidated.
If the yard is large and unpopular, it will always be like this.
While thinking about whether to move his office to the inner courtyard, Xu Yuan walked through the narrow corridor connecting several courtyard rooms and entered the study.
There was a line of footprints left on the fallen leaves all over the courtyard, which led directly to the wooden door that was ajar inside. When you walked in, you saw the old man in a red-striped robe with ink bottom sitting behind the case, holding a file and browsing silently.
The midday sunlight filtered in through the window lattice, and the dust had been removed from the study room. However, various files and documents were piled neatly throughout the study room, so much that it was even difficult to keep a foot down.
Xu Yuan glanced at it, feeling slightly surprised, but then relieved.
The government affairs process of the Prime Minister's Office is not complicated. The local government summarizes various events to the Imperial Capital and submits them to higher-level agencies according to their affiliation. The forces such as the Black Scale Guards, Gewuyuan, and Tian'an Chamber of Commerce are reviewed by the Minister of the Xu family, and are finally sorted out by Wenshu Yuan. Later, he presented it to Mo Yin Pavilion, who was also Xu Yuan.
But there are some exceptions.
Like the internal reference, the internal affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion are also divided into ten levels from the most serious to the least according to the corresponding standards in the order of "A, B, C, and D". In normal times, affairs from level C to above will go beyond Wenshu Monastery and Moyin Pavilion. It was presented directly to the prime minister by Lou Ji and others.
Of course, these are normal times.
The old man had already told him before retreating that all matters within the Prime Minister's Mansion would be decided by Xu Yuan. With this oral instruction, Xu Yuan had read most of the files piled up in the study. Of course, those secret files submitted by the Black Lin Army Except letters.
"Find your own seat."
Hearing the movement at the door, Xu Yinhe did not raise his eyes. He said casually and put his energy on those files for the time being. At such a critical time, he would be in seclusion for half a month. Even he would need some time to digest the pile of affairs.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan had no intention of disturbing the old man, and quickly went to sit cross-legged on the futon next to the tea table.
After returning to Beijing, he has been spinning for twelve hours, and it is rare to relax and have a leisurely time. Taking advantage of this waiting time, he wanted to make a pot of fragrant tea to reward himself.
This thought flashed through Xu Yuan's heart and he felt uncomfortable again.
Once upon a time, making a pot of tea and drinking it could be considered a reward?
I sighed in my heart and took out all kinds of tea utensils after a long time. I was a little unskilled in boiling water and warming cups. From time to time, the sound of "Gulu Lu" boiling water could be heard in the quiet study.
Longxinshan's scenic tea is supplemented by Kunlun Ice Spring. It is salty in the mouth, but has a sweet aftertaste. After drinking a cup of fragrant tea, Xu Yuan unconsciously exhaled the turbid air that had been pressed in his chest for more than a month.
As time passes, the warm late autumn sun shines on my body, my fingertips rub the slightly convex porcelain pattern on the cup wall, and I enjoy this long-lost leisurely afternoon.
After the pot of tea was finished, Xu Yinhe's voice sounded on time:
"Have a rest?"
Xu Yuan's movement of grabbing the tea and putting it into the pot was slightly delayed. He looked back and saw that most of the files piled up in the room were gone. The sound he made at this time was to remind him that it was time to talk about business. However, after a slight hesitation, he asked softly:
"Want to go out?"
"That's not true."
"Can't we drink and talk over there?"
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Xu Yinhe stared at the third son who was sitting in front of the tea table and refused to get up. After a few breaths, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and finally he got up and walked over.
Xu Yuanma quickly brewed the new tea and started boiling it.
Father and son sit opposite each other.
Xu Yuan glanced at the extra white hair in the old man's hair and said casually:
"Father, your hair has turned a lot gray."
Xu Yinhe fluffed his sleeves and held a cup, speaking calmly:
"It's over now, don't worry."
really.
Xu Yuan sighed softly in his heart.
With this father's temperament, the Pingxian Tax Law has just passed and the trend has begun. If it is not necessary, it will never be possible to retreat at this time.
After some deliberation, Xu Yuan chose to ask:
"Father, what on earth was that thing in the sky? Could it really be the so-called will of God?"
Xu Yinhe raised his eyes and pondered for a moment. Seeing that the three sons had reached extraordinary levels of cultivation, he still chose to reveal something:
"It's not God's will, it's just a way."
Xu Yuan was puzzled. This answer was too riddle-like:
"What's the meaning?"
Xu Yinhe really didn’t say much:
"When you have cultivated enough, you will naturally understand what my father said. Before you have cultivated enough, you will not understand it no matter how much you say."
Xu Yuan heard that the other party didn't want to talk anymore, but he 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: "My father doesn't know about this yet, but maybe he will know about it later."
Xu Yuan opened his mouth immediately after hearing this, but was interrupted by Xu Yinhe. He asked with a faint smile:
"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."
Hearing this, Xu Yinhe 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?"
"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 and gave 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, I promised you to kill Li Zhaoyuan, but now it seems that my father can't do it. In response to your request, I just made 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 yet. There are some lines that need to be drawn for you as a father in advance."
As he spoke, he casually photographed a document with the Black Lin Army logo printed on it from the air and placed it on the tea table:
"This is the military information sent by Zong Qingsheng. Sixty percent of the ordnance near the two rivers has been raised. Yuan Hao has also rushed there from the north. With the current progress, the first raid on the sect will be launched. It will break out in two months.
"Although my father has promised to give you a chance, planning a century-old plan 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 origin of the conflict between the court and the sects was the destruction of the Tianyuan Sword Sect. Now, with his intervention, although various hidden sects in the dark have come to the surface in advance, the court still can only Let’s start with Jian Zong.
The Tianyuan Sword Sect is located in the plain area between the two river basins. It has been the site of the 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 on the Jiangnan coast, the sect's headquarters.
The court's surprise battle can only be fought in the Tianyuan Mountains!
Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan stood up slowly:
"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 Sumeru Ring, handed it to him, and said:
"This is the master skill of the Black Lin Army's military formation. Once you practice it, it's not too late to practice it."
(End of chapter)