long old

You Nian strolled leisurely in the camp in the valley. It has been more than a month since they declared war with the people of Chang'an City and the nobles of the palace.

Since the Seventh Prince left, Zhiguo's army also lost more than they won. I'm afraid it's already out of control, and they don't pose much threat to themselves.

You Nian reckoned that if His Royal Highness could buy another half a month for himself to prepare, he might be able to break through the city gate of Zhiguo by himself.

Thinking of this, his footsteps couldn't help being much lighter.

It's just that one country cannot tolerate two lords, and according to the character of His Royal Highness, he probably wouldn't dare to submit to others.

But it doesn't matter much, the surprise gift I prepared for him a month ago is probably enough for him to accept.

No matter how strong-willed a person is, he may not be able to survive a year under the pain of bone erosion every half a month, which lasts for more than three days.

After all, You Nian has witnessed countless clansmen who died in pain under the influence of that severe pain.

Going deeper, he himself is constantly enduring these pains, and people who are gradually going crazy are naturally experienced.

As for Rong Mo, although he didn't seem to be the one who bowed his head to these pains.

It's just that the time is long, and there will always be a day when he, he, and she can no longer hold on.

Although You Nian is not a patient person, but after being forced to lie dormant for such a long time, he can still afford to wait.

He has been preparing for this for a long time, and naturally he can afford to be patient, waiting for the time of success.

"Young Master You, Master Qin wants to see you." Through the curtain of the tent, a person yelled vaguely.

You Nian shivered stiffly, the good mood just now was wiped away by these words.

Although he has been in contact with Qin Shenghe and cooperated with him, he is always afraid of Qin Shenghe.

It's not that he's timid, even now that Qin Shenghe has lost all his martial arts, he's just a cripple sitting in a wheelchair, and he's always afraid of Qin Shenghe.

The main thing is to be afraid of Qin Shenghe's son, Qin Yan, the owner of Qin Shaozhuang, the heir who is more unpredictable than Qin Shenghe in his prime.

"Young Master You..." The man outside the tent couldn't help but thumped the door curtain, with a bit of impatience in his tone.

You Nian was startled, and hurriedly agreed: "Hey, here we come."

He glanced at the bronze mirror, tidied up the messy clothes, and turned around again to make sure there was nothing wrong with him.

Qin Shenghe has been very strict with him since he was young, and even his clothes are not allowed to be out of order.

When You You died, You Nian was only two years old, so he really didn't have a deep impression on him.

But after his friend's death, Qin Shenghe often visited the Prime Minister's Mansion, and sometimes even stayed here for a month or two.

Of course, it was reclusive.

He also seems to know about You Nian's disgraceful life experience, so he has stricter requirements on him.

Similarly, he also seems to avoid meeting his nominal father, and seems to dislike him very much, probably not because of his character, after all, they are not good people.

It's just because his uncle is more favored than himself.

Jian Yue is different from Qin Shenghe and his mother, he is obviously a permanent resident of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Before his mother moved to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he had been living there. Even after he was forced to move out because of his mother's move in, the newly built house was adjacent to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The uncle's status is obviously much more important in his father's heart than his own.

He was the kind of person who would be welcomed by his father when he woke up in the middle of the night and knocked on his father's door.

In contrast, closeness and estrangement gradually divide.

Mother doesn't like uncle, not because she really loves father, but because she hates being gossiped about.

In the year when You Nian was born, he was still willing to take him out to chat with a few ladies and ladies of the same class, showing off, but now he has no interest in elegance.

The uncle's close relationship with his father highlights his identity, which is very embarrassing.

The father died, the husband didn't take him seriously, and even flirted openly with his lover, and the mother couldn't bear it.

Her vanity has always been strong, but she has been frustrated one after another, so she no longer punishes these moths.

You Nian dawdled for a long time, but finally arrived at Qin Shenghe's camp.

He swallowed, and called out bravely: "Master Qin."

"Well, come in." A calm and calm male voice came out.

You Nian lifted the curtain, before seeing the person sitting on the main seat clearly, he lowered his head and called out respectfully: "Master Qin."

"En." The man responded casually, and then ordered: "Raise your head and give me a look."

You Nian raised his head obediently, knowing that Qin Shenghe was testing whether his grandfather looked more like him.

Qin Shenghe half-closed his eyes and stared at his face intently, as if he wanted to tear off every piece of flesh on his face, revealing the inner essence, and then searched inch by inch to make sure that he did not miss any wrong place. where it appears.

In the end, piece by piece, piece by piece, the skin was assembled and reassembled until it was assembled into a shape that he was satisfied with.

In the end, Qin Shenghe nodded lightly, and a half-smile that could be called "serene" appeared on his face that was neither human nor ghost: "You are really the only one who looks like a descendant of a wanderer I have seen in the past few decades." Your mother is too snobbish to be compared to him. Your relatives are also... hey, forget it, let’s not mention it. Only you are like what he should be, ruthless enough, and patient enough. "

You Nian listened quietly, with no expression of impatience on his face.

He is not like a traveling friend, he is well aware of this, even if Qin Shenghe copied all his grandfather's experiences from childhood to adulthood, all the education methods, he will not grow up to be like his grandfather.

Because they weren't the same person in the first place, that's all.

But Qin Shenghe didn't believe this, and stubbornly followed his idea, as if he wanted to train him to become "the number two traveler".

You Nian himself does not have such lofty ambitions, and he is not willing to be a substitute for You You.

It's just that he has no one else to turn to, Qin Shenghe is his only choice.

Although he knew that he was seeking skin from a tiger, after all, You Nian himself was not a kind person.

Compared with insidiousness, I don't know who is better, but at least it is enough for me to get through this period.

As for after winning, there is no other fixed number, let's talk about it.

You Nian knelt on the ground, listening to Qin Shenghe's nonchalant talk, staring at his knees with vain eyes.

In fact, Qin Shenghe is not quite as romantic and handsome as the outside legends say.

After all, since he knew him, he just looked sick, lying in a wheelchair and unable to move, it seemed that this useless body would imprison his freedom for the rest of his life, unable to revive his former glory.

You Nian didn't know exactly how Qin Shenghe tossed himself into such an appearance of being neither human nor ghost.

You Nian only knew that he had an accident when he was in prison, so he could no longer walk freely.

He seems to have a close relationship with His Highness the Crown Prince, whenever he is mentioned, he would gnash his teeth with hatred, wishing that the entire dynasty would be buried with him.

But there is really not much stubborn hatred, more, I still hate that I don't know people clearly.

When You Nian first made this conjecture, he couldn't believe it, but the longer he got along, the more certain he became.

He was also really confused by this, because His Highness seemed to be a stranger to him.

You Nian also once wondered if Rong Mo was putting on a show.

But You Nian had repeatedly mentioned Qin Shenghe's name in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, but only got a blank look from His Highness, so he probably didn't know him.

His Highness's acting skills have never been so good, but everyone is willing to accompany him to act.

You Nian laughed at himself, Qin Shenghe finally showed mercy and waved him away.

He stood up slowly, his legs were a little numb from kneeling for a long time, but this did not affect his walking.

You Nian nodded respectfully to him, and walked out.

Qin Shenghe had to see him like this every other month. You Nian once had a ridiculous idea, he did it to make himself feel at ease, just like meeting his good friend again.

But after careful consideration, he quickly dismissed the idea.

In Qin Shenghe's mouth, his grandfather is almost omnipotent, a fairy-like figure who can call wind and rain.

Every time Qin Shenghe saw him, he would chatter for an hour or two, as if he wanted to say all the advice he had never said to his friends in the first half of his life at once.

He couldn't afford half a bit of extravagant hope.

Anyway, the speaker has intentions and the listener has no intention, so he is not afraid of the consequences of what he said.

If what he said at the time was useful, how could he be so lonely?

You Nian didn't believe that his grandfather was killed by his father. At that time, Mu Yao was not considered a wolf-hearted person, and his grandfather probably wasn't that stupid.

He did have his own thoughts about the death of Youyou, but since the person is already dead, there is no need to talk about the twists and turns.If he is dead, why bother to find out how he died.

What's more, Qin Shenghe didn't seem to want to delve into it so deeply.

You Nian realized that he had no ambition to avenge the grandfather he had never met, so he let him go.

He walked through the gate of the barracks, and the soldiers guarding the gate rushed up nervously and said a few words to him softly.

You Nian's expression changed immediately, and he asked hurriedly, "Is the news true?"

The soldier swallowed subconsciously, nodded more and more panicked, his voice kept trembling, and his calves were trembling: "Yes... yes, that's what the soldiers on the front line reported just now."

You Nian nodded, there was a gloomy sea in his eyes, no obvious emotion could be seen.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, I see, you go back first I... go and see the situation."

He turned around and looked towards the valley. The Shenzhu Peak was located at a high position, and it had begun to be filled with mist at this moment. He couldn't see the side at a glance.

The little soldier raised his head, followed his gaze puzzledly, then turned his head to look at him again, unexpectedly bumped into his eyes, shivered immediately, and left quickly.

You Nian seemed unaware, still staring straight at the fog, no, maybe what he was looking at was not fog, but Chang'an City, which was ten miles away.

After a while, You Nian sighed silently, and withdrew his gaze.

That's all, that's all, it's just a temporary change of mind by his teammates, and he has nothing to worry about, anyway, he survived after such a long time.

His Highness's rebellion is also what I expected. After all, I and him are two grasshoppers, and only one of them can't hold on first and jumps off the rope. Then, the other person falls because of the imbalance between the two ends. Jumping off the frying pan, "click" is the difference between being a "fried grasshopper" that can be slaughtered.

You Nian was a little amused by his own imagination, and couldn't help but smile a little.His smile involved the wound left on the corner of his mouth, and it began to ache again.

The northwestern border of Zhiguo——"General, it's time to go to war."

The patrolman pushed open the gate of the tent, called out to Chen Mo who was still lying in bed, and turned a blind eye to Chen Mo who was still lying in bed.

Chen Mo nodded silently, jumped up from the bed, and said in a calm and self-possessed voice, "Okay, we will leave in half an hour."

☆, mountains and rivers ([-])

Mo Xuan was dressed in silver armor. He raised his eyes and felt the same, like the height of the sun. Then he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's noon."

Huang Zehao was following him and lowered his head to check the battle armor. After hearing what he said, he subconsciously raised his head to look at him, and then glanced at the sun again: "It is indeed noon."

Mo Xuan suddenly asked again: "Is the enemy army coming?"

Huang Zehao raised his head and glanced at the Gobi in the distance, and saw the familiar desolation: "No, not yet."

"Really?" Mo Xuan replied lightly, as if he didn't care about the matter again.

After half a moment, he suddenly raised his head, and a sharp cold light flashed in front of his eyes: "Here we come. The whole army is ready to send troops."

Huang Zehao made a gesture to the orderly behind him, and the orderly immediately conveyed the order comprehendingly, and erected the handsome flag, and the word "Anzhi" embroidered with gold thread was shining brightly in the sun.

Huang Zehao licked his lower lip with a bit of blood, and he looked completely different from the timid look before.

After all, he was still a bit childish. After more than ten years of training, he was looking forward to the day when he could go to the battlefield. Even if it was the last and only battle, he wanted to stand up straight and go forward.

Huang Tengzhong's other hand covered it, "" Who did you learn the fake moves from, it looks so sloppy. "

Huang Zehao's bloody temperament that he had put on with great difficulty was punched out again, revealing a little youthful grievance.

He rubbed the back of his head and said in pain, "No one, I read it in the story book."

When Huang Tengzhong heard this, he raised his hand as if to hit him again, Huang Zehao subconsciously protected his head.

When Huang Tengzhong saw his unbelievable appearance, he was not very angry at first, so he became angry with him, raised his hand, and still wanted to hit him.

Mo Xuan laughed softly, and the two stopped immediately.The tips of Huang Zehao's ears turned reddish, which flashed past.

Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows, with a careless tone that didn't belong to him: "Okay, stop making trouble, get ready, show some color to those wild dogs in the northwest, the first battle in the northwest, give this king Show some momentum!"

"As ordered, General!"

The soldiers in this team are all soldiers brought by Mo Xuan from the capital, and they know the Seventh Prince's temper very well.

They knew what kind of person Mo Xuan was on the battlefield, and they rarely lost their composure. They respected him and were afraid of him, and they could afford to be close to him, but they could also keep him at a respectful distance.

Mo Xuan has a good grasp of this scale. Except for the incident of meeting the prince, he has always lived his life so calmly.

Mo Xuan raised his eyes, and happened to bump into Chen Mo's eyes who were staring at him from tens of miles away.

Although Mo Xuan couldn't see it now, he had a premonition and gave out a half-polite, gentle yet alienated smile, which directly broke into Chen Mo's eyes.

Chen Mo was startled, and then blushed without any trace, and gently touched his own pulse with his hand, it was unbelievably fast.

After such a long time, the old fox is still an old fox, and its lethality is still the same as before.

Chen Mo lowered his eyebrows, settled down some of the old tenderness, and revealed Chen Mo's usual reckless behavior.

Huang Zehao murmured in his heart: "Since the Seventh Prince left the capital, he has become more and more like His Royal Highness, and it's not all a blind imitation, but the temperament is different, it seems to be different... to liberate oneself nature."

With that thought in his mind, he unceremoniously waved his horsewhip and rushed out.

He has strong hands, is used to using long knives, and is very suitable for opening the way.

Huang Zehao galloped forward, and as soon as he clamped the horse's legs, he jumped up from the horse. With a wave of his saber, he wiped the neck of the man in front of the enemy and lifted his head straight up.

Huang Zehao landed firmly on the horse's back again, threw the man's head back casually, and shouted happily: "General, if I can capture the heads of a hundred people, then tonight's supper will be up to me." deal!"

"If you can behead a hundred people, I will not only reward you for supper, but also a good knife."

Mo Xuan cooperated with him very much, and even took the initiative to shout to the thousands of troops behind him: "Which person can be as brave as Adjutant Huang, this general is willing to promise him a head of one hundred silver taels."

"Decree, General!"

With such a promise, their morale was naturally boosted, and they rushed forward waving the handsome flag.

Huang Tengzhong couldn't help showing a little smile: "My lord, why are you so serious with that yellow-haired boy?"

Although he said this, the pride in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Mo Xuan smiled without saying a word, pursed his lips, moved his wrist, and pulled out the sheath: "Okay, these young men have worked so hard, and we two seniors should also set an example."

After finishing speaking, he yelled "Drive!" and rushed forward.

A half helpless smile appeared on Huang Tengzhong's face, and he rushed towards the enemy with his sword in hand.

It has always been Mo Xuan's dream to meet the enemy in the northwest and defend his family and country.

Huang Tengzhong would only teach Mo Xuan on behalf of the two national teachers when they were too busy with government affairs and unable to attend the appointment.

The Seventh Prince is very quiet, he rarely speaks except to practice with himself.

I was only in my 30s at the time, and I always liked to tease this kid who was not a few years older than my own but was much smarter.

At that time, Huang Tengzhong had just had Huang Zehao as an ancestor, and his father's love was so overwhelming that he wanted to pick up the little beggars on the street and raise them by himself.

He loves a well-behaved and smart child like the Seventh Prince who likes to practice martial arts even more.

He tried his best to tease him, but to no avail.

There was only one time when an old comrade in Huang Teng who had already retired came to him to talk about the old days, and he happened to be practicing martial arts with the Seventh Prince in the martial arts training ground.

The comrade-in-arms was also a cheerful person, and he drank with him while carrying a jug of wine, while the Seventh Prince sat beside him and read the book of war.

Two men who were soldiers, blushed after drinking for three rounds, pulled each other, and began to argue about who killed more enemies, won more battles, which enemy was the most difficult to deal with, and which old general The most picky.

A lot of ramblings are a lot of bad things that I encountered in the military camp back then.

Thinking about it now, it was just a bunch of seasonings that were still warm.

The Seventh Prince was gradually fascinated by what he heard, and raised his head to watch them arguing there. The two men were already seventy years old, and each of them blushed with anxiety.

In the end, the old comrade-in-arms lost his drunkenness and fell asleep.

He stood up unsteadily, trying to clean up the mess.

The Seventh Prince also stood up and asked softly, "What happened next?"

Huang Tengzhong was stunned for a moment, this was the first sentence that the Seventh Prince voluntarily said in a month, and he repeated, "Later..."

The Seventh Prince also waited patiently for his answer, his eyes were full of unconcealable light: "What happened next?"

What happened next?He gave a big shock, where did he talk just now?

It seemed that the whole team was hunted down by General Chen, and after reaching the end of the road, only the two of them survived.As a result, he was injured and could no longer go to the battlefield.

Should I tell him such a tragic ending? After all, he is only a five or six-year-old child. How should I tell him?

In the end, Huang Tengzhong smiled helplessly and rubbed his hair: "We survived the Jedi, and each of the fourteen or five killed more than 300 people on the other side."

"Liar." Mo Xuan replied indifferently, and then glanced at the sleeping veteran lying on the ground with a little disgust.Huang Tengzhong smiled softly, and helped up his comrades on the ground.

It seems that this child knows without studying.In such a real world, it is better to be less deceived.

He was about to leave, but Mo Xuan grabbed his sleeve again: "Can you listen to me next time?"

His eyes were bright, but there was uneasiness in his tone that could not be concealed.

Huang Tengzhong couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. Due to his status, he didn't dare to touch his head anymore, so he just nodded gently.

Since that day, the relationship between the two of them has become much closer.

Although the expression of the Seventh Prince has always been very cold, Huang Tengzhong has gradually figured out the way to get along with him.

In fact, he is a very easy-to-raise child. He has no picky eating habits and no taboos, but he has a special preference for sweets.

But the teeth are really good, it seems that he doesn't care about his face when he bites people, even though he hasn't done it before.

But there is such a ruthless energy in him, daring to fight, daring to break through, a ruthless energy that can inherit their mantle.

It's just a pity that something like that happened back then, the emperor joined forces with officials from the six ministries to frame the seventh prince, and the pressure of public opinion was enough to crush him.

At this time, he was reported for treason again, so he was forced to temporarily suspend his succession to the throne.

After that, the emperor moved out of the ancestral precepts, because he was the eldest son, the eldest grandson won the throne.

As the loser, the Seventh Prince was not killed by the emperor like the other emperor brothers at that time, but was placed under house arrest.

A goshawk that loses its freedom would be better off dead.

The bow that Huang Tengzhong wanted to send out was not very useful after all.

"Old man Huang, don't be in a daze, wait to be chopped off?"

Huang Zehao blew a whistle, skillfully blocked a horizontal blow for Huang Tengzhong, and laughed at him unceremoniously: "Why? Are you so slow? If you are old and weak, you will soon be unable to beat me , let’s abdicate as soon as possible, I am the only lieutenant general of the Seventh Prince.”

He said, and made a face in the armor.

Huang Tengzhong hated his words so much, but he couldn't help him, so he could only focus on the enemy in front of him.

In comparison, the reunion between Chen Mo and the Seventh Prince was simply peaceful.

Both sides walked to each other step by step after fighting the enemy in front of them.

Chen Mo opened his mouth first, and smiled softly: "Old fox, long time no see, how are you..."

He stopped talking just in time, after all, anyone who had inquired about Mo Xuan would know that his life was unsatisfactory.

Mo Xuan smiled lowly, he couldn't say how stiff it was, but it was a little weird: "It's not bad, it's pretty good."

What he said was very sincere, not at all forced, and there was even a gleam in his eyes.

Chen Mo understood, and his heart was half sour, sour and soft.

He has loved the person for decades, and he has someone in his heart, that's fine, since he can't do anything anyway, it's better to calmly hand him over to the person he wants.

Thinking about it this way, Chen Mo felt a little better

He frowned, and asked pretending to be innocent: "How is that person? How will he treat you?"

As he spoke, a sword swung at him.

Mo Xuan stood in the way, pretending to be casual and said: "It's not good, he's quite difficult to figure out, but I'm not much better..."

"No, it's pretty good." Chen Mo suddenly said, and repeated it solemnly, "Really, you are very good."

Mo Xuan was startled, then laughed softly, "Thank you for thinking of me like this."

He took the initiative to attack, the saber was really moving, but there was no killing intent in his eyes.

These scenes are almost like they were playing together under the guidance of Zhisheng Huosi, and competed together.

Chen Mo knew: None of them would want to kill each other in this life, to the extent that they wanted to kill each other that much.

They know each other very well, they are both close friends and confidants, the only thing that can't be the identity that Chen Mo wants to have.

Because they are similar, they cannot coexist.

"Don't think too much, winning or losing has its own conclusion."

☆, mountains and rivers ([-])

Three hours later, Mo Xuan tied up his long hair, sipped a pot of wine, and lowered his eyes in silence, watching the flickering fire.

Huang Zehao took a sip of spirits and sat down, came to him, put his arms around his neck, and looked like a good brother: "Hey, general, we have won all the battles, and we still look decadent, as if we lost .”

Mo Xuan dodged his hand skillfully, and Huang Teng Zhong tacitly hammered his head: "What are you talking about? Put your mouth better!"

Huang Tengzhong gave him another wink, indicating that the Seventh Prince was holding a piece of crumpled letter paper in his hand

Huang Zehao understood immediately, and wanted to laugh a little bit, because he was sincerely happy for the Seventh Prince.

After all, it has been almost a month, and I finally received a letter from His Royal Highness, so naturally I can't bother him.

Huang Zehao is a character who can't hide things, and he is very popular in the military camp. After a glass of wine, he dares to let everything out.

Not half an hour later, the entire barracks learned that the Seventh Prince had received a letter from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Everyone pretended not to notice, desperately trying to get up and take a look.

After all, it was the first letter they received from their family members since the war started, which at least fulfilled their wish.

The Seventh Prince himself was not so elated, after all he couldn't see anything, so he could only touch the ink on the letter with his hand, so as to satisfy himself.

After a while, Mo Xuan stood up silently, his face was blushing, but his eyes were clear, and he walked briskly towards the main tent.

Lou Xun had already been waiting for him in the tent.

Mo Xuan sat on the seat of the main tent, reluctantly handing the letter to Lou Xun.

He couldn't help but feel a little funny and distressed in his heart. Those sensitive and soft thoughts that are not easy to show to others can only be expressed by something illusory like wine.

Lou Xun took a glance at a letter, and read it again pretendingly: "I will send a million taels of gold to the Northwest today for military supplies."

Gone?Lou Xun shook the envelope resolutely, there was indeed nothing missing.

Lou Xun turned over in disbelief, and it was indeed gone.

It took nearly ten days to send a carrier pigeon from the capital to the northwest, just to say this.

But Mo Xuan chuckled and called Lou Xun to put away the letter for him.

But after Lou Xun left, Mo Xuan took out the remaining letter from his bosom.

Different from the military sentiment just now, there is only a paragraph of words and a picture on it, and the edges of the words and pictures are dotted with a small amount of cinnabar mixed with mineral dust.

Mo Xuan stretched out his hand and traced the strokes little by little. After the fingertips were covered with debris, the Seventh Prince realized that it was a love story: "I wish you a thousand taels of gold in exchange for a trace of Ziqing's brocade paper."

Mo Xuan's pale face was stained with a faint red, not deep, as if it was smudged with ink.

Mo Xuan then tapped it with the fingertip of his other hand. This is a small window painting of Rong Mo, which is of himself, probably because he was afraid that he would leave the capital for too long and stop thinking about him.

He drew it again until the whole picture of him was reflected in his heart, and he couldn't help but think that he still saw him with his own eyes.

My little Highness still looks the way I like.

Mo Xuan stood up and replied a short letter, which was sent to the capital overnight.

No matter how much lovesickness is, it will turn into a few lines of words.Let's read it to you again on the day we meet again.

Seven days later——Rong Mo sat in the Qianqing Palace, acting as Rong Shu's agent, listening to the nagging of civil and military officials.

Rong Shu's health was also deteriorating, but the cause couldn't be found out, so he could only spend his time there.

He is forty and four this year, he can be regarded as an old man in his dying years, and his health is bound to be bad.

No, he has been feeling cold occasionally these few days, so he didn't even go to the morning court at all, and directly sent Rong Mo, who was directing the battle situation at the front, to go to the morning court for him.

Rong Mo still had doubts about the reason for Rong Mo's sudden illness, but his assignment was also in his favor.

He had already predicted this, but he was unable to implement it due to the busy battle.

The wooden sign left by the queen mother, I have not found the usage yet, but the few old people in the court will know this item after all.

After all, engraved on it is the word "Xue" with fangs and claws.In such a vicious dynasty, who would dare to forge a token of a guilty minister?

He was closing his eyes, and while he was meditating, a fierce quarrel suddenly broke out among the ranks of civil and military officials.

Rong Mo opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows in annoyance. What he was arguing about was the military pay he allocated to the northwest a few days ago.

Minister of the Ministry of War Hengyan: "Your Highness, you have sent so much military salary to the northwest, have you considered the livelihood of the capital? There is still money in the treasury, but your actions will cause the whole city to make ends meet!"

Rong Mo was a little amused. When he proposed to redistribute the military salary to the northwest, he didn't see how fiercely they opposed it.

But now that the money is already on the way, and the emperor's handbook has also come down, they suddenly don't want to.

Do you really think they were joking when they were silent?

What's more, the treasury's silver has always been managed by the Ministry of Households. When will it be the turn of the Ministry of War to intervene?

Rong Mo bent down｜ and looked at Heng Yan intently: "The expenses in the shelter are now supported by the monthly regulations of the East Palace and the Seventh Prince, and there is no need for the treasury to spend; the military salaries of the soldiers have already been prepared. It will be available for the next three months; the month of the officials has also been sent to the household department. There is nothing else, other places where the money can be used. Master Heng, do you think there is anything wrong with this?"

Heng Yan was at a loss for words for a while, but still did not give up: "If the Seventh Prince and his generals use all the generals' salaries for other purposes, or even win the enemy to rebel, what should we do?"

"so what."

Rong Mo smiled, ignoring the astonished faces of civil and military officials, and repeated again: "So what? He can return the northwestern frontier to Zhiguo, which has been separated from Sanguo for more than ten years. And what's the use of keeping the gold in the capital?" ?Do you want to build houses for those royal relatives who have nothing to do and are ungrateful for profit? We only guard the capital of Zhiguo, and we abandon it if we abandon it. Anyway, we can find a better capital with more dragon spirit. Seven The prince guards the frontier in the northwest, the only pass. Since we have the conditions, why don't we help him succeed?"

Heng Yan opened his mouth, and just about to refute, Rong Mo glanced at the group of people behind him, and said with a smile: "When will the matter of the Ministry of Households be brought up to the Ministry of War to dare to speak? Since the royal relatives really need more If the mansion is to be built, Gu will dispatch a team of soldiers tomorrow to take charge of the matter. How about solving it this way? Prince Heng, Uncle Gong?"

Rong Mo glanced past Heng Yan who came forward, and directly pointed out the mastermind behind the scenes.

He has always disliked being too embarrassing in front of people, at least he has to be able to advance and retreat with restraint. As soon as Heng Yan opened his mouth, he knew that the mastermind was not him.

After all, a person from the Ministry of War exceeded his authority to manage the affairs of the Ministry of Finance, but Wen Han didn't open his mouth to report anything to him, or even raise any objections.

So, not about the Ministry of War.

Although it was indeed to accuse him of sending two-thirds of the silver in the treasury to the northwest, it was impossible for the Ministry of War to control this matter.

And in the capital, there is no shortage of officials who want to ask the Ministry of War for money, but there are not many people who are justified.

At least the prince who received preferential treatment in the ancestral training can be regarded as a kind of person, the emperor is a kind of person, and himself is also a kind of person.

The entire treasury belongs to the emperor, and he has no such need.And Rong Mo didn't have that kind of leisure and elegance.

Only a group of princes who have the cheek to spend their money on food, who need the treasury to pay for renovations, and who have caused trouble for them since the accident happened last time, have such a great leisure and elegance.

Furthermore, Heng Yan and Prince Heng are cousins, so he is the only one who can ask him to come forward to talk about this matter.

And the only palace in the capital that was also old and in disrepair was Prince Gong's palace, which made him suspicious.

In fact, Rong Mo realized that he couldn't keep up with the mentality of those who were fighting wars, unable to feed the common people, and wanted to extract money from the national treasury.

People who are obviously from the same country, not only the difference between rich and poor is huge, but also the difference in people's hearts is so big.

Prince Gong and Prince Heng who were pointed out stood up very frankly.The imperial court raised them for half their lives, but they didn't learn the slightest bit of gratitude, they just became blood-sucking parasites, trying to peel off another layer of flesh and blood from him.

Sometimes Rong Mo can't help but support You Nian's idea: such a huge capital city, a huge kingdom, and so many useless people, why not kill them all.

But Rong Mo has always been in a very peaceful state, because You Nian also can't tell what the boundary between useful and useless is?

Is it useless for a person with a physical disability to forge the most brilliant sword in the world?

Is it useful for a person to have sharp eyes and ears but be ruthless and only think about calculating others?

Is it useful for a person to be in a high position but not seek a job and only think about the fish and meat of the common people?

Is it useless for a person to come from a poor background and fail to be a scholar, but build the most magnificent empire?

The line between useful and useless is too blurred.The same kind of person, because of different personal sensory experiences, is completely different for two people.

This is the difference between him and Mo Xuan.

Because Rong Mo couldn't fully explain him