Even until his death, Xie Yi never expected that it would be his ex-wife, whom he could not afford, who would behead him with a sword.

Do not look down.

A pair of eyes full of fear, pleading, intense hatred, and repressed love.

He couldn't accept the failure of the rebellion, couldn't accept that the situation was over...

The retainers and rebels who followed Xie Yi were all frightened. They knelt on the ground, collapsed and cried in front of their master's head. Their last psychological defense line was also destroyed.

"His Highness's hands should not have been dirty."

When Huangzhu saw that King Qinling's blood splashed on the side of the eldest princess's face, he respectfully offered a white handkerchief.

She is a high-ranking phoenix, how could she be defiled by a dirty traitor?

"I have an old grudge against this thief. I will behead him myself."

Mu Tingxue took the veil.

Wipe away the dirty blood on Long Xuan's sword.

This is a personal sword gifted from Yan Yang himself. It cannot be stained.

Huangzhu naturally knew that Xie Yi was the ex-husband of his city lord. The whole world knew about this.Because of this past, the people of Baidi City generally discriminate against Yongzhou people.

Mu Tingxue asked her men to move the silver mountains from the treasure house. After counting, it was surprising that there were 400 million taels.

The 1000 million taels of her dowry were immediately withheld.

Of the remaining 400 million, 20 will be distributed to the soldiers who have contributed to the killing of the rebels, and rewards will be given based on merit; [-] will be compensated to the people of Baidi City and new quilts will be purchased; the rest will be confiscated.

After all, for most people who are still struggling to make ends meet, a thick quilt that can survive the cold winter is a precious possession.

The people of Baidi City were extremely simple, and many families not only contributed quilts, but also took out thin quilts used in the Spring and Autumn Period together. They looked like they were going to die together with the Yongzhou rebels.

The Prince Qinling's Mansion in Yongzhou suffered a major purge.

The ground turned into a sticky vermillion color.

Xie Yi spent a lot of money to support his disciples, and there were thousands of them. When these scholars came to the point of life and death, they escaped, scattered, and died. In the end, less than a hundred people were left, and they were all ordered by Mu Tingxue to be infiltrated into the mansion. In the Yamen prison, waiting to be escorted to Beijing.

This group of people were in a very embarrassed state in the prison, either crying or begging for mercy.

The only frail old man, with his hair in a bun, looked unfazed, sitting on the damp and moldy straw, as if he had already expected this fate.

Mu Tingxue took a closer look and felt that he looked very familiar.

Isn't this the white-bearded fortune teller who helped him clear up troubles on Tianxuan Street?

After breaking the evil spirit, he didn't take any money, and even issued a comment that "the sun shines on the dragon's scales and there are thousands of gold points".

At the time, she thought that the fortune teller was just reciting poetry impromptu because of the good weather. Later, when she made up her mind to seize power and position, she looked back and thought about it with horror.

In ancient times, monarchs and princes would recruit some "strangers" to their ranks to get a glimpse of the destiny.

Come to think of it, this fortune teller should be a "stranger" who was recruited by Xie Yi.Only then did Mu Tingxue realize that she had been secretly monitored by many forces before she resumed her status as a princess and opened a shop in Yundu to do business.

Mu Tingxue ordered the white-bearded fortune teller to be invited out and interrogated alone.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"The humble name is Yangcheng."

Mr. Yangcheng, whose hands and feet were shackles weighing dozens of kilograms, still bowed deeply to the eldest princess.

"Mr. Yangcheng is an expert in this world, why do you want to be a thief?"

Mu Tingxue didn't understand. It stands to reason that he could see that he was a millionaire, so why would he still serve Xie Yi as his master?Isn't this asking for trouble?

"Karma and retribution, this old man is destined to suffer this calamity."

Mr. Yangcheng has been traveling around for decades, and he is proficient in Ziwei Dou Shu, and he can count everything. "In the past, my mother was almost beaten to death by the squire, but she was saved by King Qin Ling."

Mu Tingxue suddenly realized this and had a little more respect for his character.

After the other retainers and counselors were arrested, most of them told the story of Xie Yi's rebellion and smuggling crimes in detail, hoping for leniency. Only Mr. Yangcheng remained silent.

"Sir, would you like to help me?"

Mu Tingxue extended an olive branch.

Mr. Yangcheng sighed: "I have seen the doomsday situation that the dynasty is about to collapse in its final years."

Mu Tingxue asked: "Is Yunhuang really exhausted?"

In 260 years, for a feudal dynasty, it was almost time to come to an end.

Looking at the ancient regimes in Chinese history, almost all ended in more than 200 years.

If he had never traveled through time and Yunhuang developed according to the original world line, then it is very likely that the regent had become a usurper, just like he did in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, supporting one young master after another, only to abandon him if he did not like it, and finally forced the puppet young master. "Zen position", the world was in chaos and falling apart, and the 72 rebel kings rose up to attack.

Although the queen mother loved her very much, from the perspective of a guest officer, she was not a wise master. She was nepotistic and unfair in rewards and punishments. Although Yan Yang was her lover, from the perspective of a guest officer, he was really a domineering and powerful official who was ambitious and trampled on the royal family. .

Mr. Yangcheng looked at the woman who was destined to have the Ziwei Emperor Star: "What is Qi Shu? Qi is determined by nature, but number is man-made."

Mu Tingxue smiled: "Sir, you are right, everything depends on human effort."

Mr. Yangcheng was not optimistic. He had been observing the sky at night for several months and saw that there was always a faint blood-colored halo surrounding the Ziwei Emperor Star.

It's like...a bloody disaster.

The future of the eldest princess is not a smooth one.

Mu Tingxue had her own plans for recruiting this person.

It's not that he wants to tell his fortune and predict bad luck for everything.She needs an outsider who can stir up public opinion.

Regardless of whether it is official history or unofficial history, all kinds of rumors and prophecies are weapons of struggle for careerists, creating political legitimacy among the people of "destined destiny".

What is "Afang Afang, the first emperor died, the great Chu was resurrected, and Chen Sheng was the king."

Why "Liu Bang kills the white snake" is destiny

"Hu Ye is the one who destroyed Qin!" As a result, Great Qin really fell into the hands of Hu Hai

This is a bit like the modern rice circle culture. The ancients used rumors and prophecies to confuse the people, coupled with some kind of divine inspiration and auspicious appearance, to create a style of "I will be the emperor, and everyone in the world will look forward to it." .

Mr. Yangcheng is obviously good at this. He said: "His Highness brought high-yielding potatoes and sweet potatoes to Yunhuang. The last person recorded in historical records to have this ability was Shennong."

Mu Tingxue suddenly had a bad feeling.

"At the time of Shen Nong, the sky rained millet."

Mr. Yangcheng said with a smile, "Shennong received the millet seeds dropped from the sky and started agricultural production. Your Highness received the potato seeds dropped from the sky, which saved the people from starving to death."

the next day.

In Baidi City and Yongzhou City, a rumor spread crazily.

At the time of the goddess, the heaven is full of sweet potatoes.

*. *. *

Rumors are like the wind, they will slip through any small crack.

The people of Baidi City spontaneously incorporated their deeply beloved city lord into local myths and stories passed down orally, and children's songs began to be sung.

Before you know it, it turns into a strong wind, a violent wind, and a hurricane.

From Baidi City, it blew to Yongzhou, and then swept to Jiangnan, Yundu, and the northwest.

In just a few days, the whole Yunhuang knew that the eldest princess was a goddess descended from heaven. From heaven, she brought sweet potatoes and potatoes with a yield of eighty shi per mu to the farmers.

Unfortunately, these two food crops are potatoes.

And what was Mu Tingxue doing at this time?

Busy chasing and killing Li Huan'er who escaped.

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