: 291. The worry of Mr. Qingyun

291. Mr. Qing Yun’s worries
At the end of May of this year, the new emperor of Dachu was less than two months old, and most of the power in the middle of the country was in the hands of the Regent. However, the undercurrent under the dynasty still did not stop. The mind of Li Wang was too obvious, and the Qing dynasty officials who supported Zhengzheng in the DPRK slowly gathered together, forming a hidden balance with the Regent King.
On the northern border, the fighting before the Bauhinia was still going on. In the farther north, the army of Beibei has already begun to move around before the arrival of early summer. On May 20th, the Xiling army once again launched an offensive on the southwestern border. The southwestern people who had just experienced the war without a few years were once again caught in the flames of war.
Northwest City
On the hill not far from the city, the Lushan Academy, hidden in the lush green woods, is still quiet and elegant as a place outside the world. The glaze passed through the quiet bamboo forest, thinking about the place where the gongs and gongs came from not far away. On a piece of open space in the bamboo forest, Mr. Qingyun, who had to be white, sat on the ground, and placed a paulownia on his lap and gently smeared the strings to get out of the faint sound. Not far from where he was, he sat with Su Zhe, who had to be white, and listened to the sound of the piano while cooking tea.
"Is the glass coming?" Mr. Qingyun stopped the sound of his hand and looked back at Ye Liu.
"Grandfather, Su Lao." Ye Li whispered, stepped forward to help Mr. Qing Yun sit down on the stone bench in front of Su Zhe. Su Zhe smiled and poured a cup of tea for each of them. He smiled and said: "Why did Wang Hao come over this time? But what about Xiao Shizi?" Ye Li said with a smile: "Xiao Bao has a grandfather and Mr. Su Lao teaches, I can rest assured Very well, those children did not quarrel with the grandfather and the old man?" Today, this Lushan Academy is not only the students who are studying, but also three little children. Mo Xiaobao is going to study at the Shushan Academy. Although Chun Junhan is still small, he can only follow. In this way, Qin Zheng also sent his family's Xu Zhirui, and said that it is a good companion for three children.
"Small child is more intelligent than the prince of the year, where is the need to pay what God?" Su Zhe smiled, mentioning the eyes of Mo Xiaobao is also full of love. He liked Mo Xiaobao's wisdom, and Mo Xiaobao was also respectful and polite to the Su Gonggong. As a result, Su Lao, who has no children and no women under his knees, is more fond of him. Sometimes Mr. Qingyun still depends on it. Rear. I have to say, don't look at the small age of Mo Xiaobao, but it is beyond the reach of many adults.
Mr. Qing Yun looked at Ye Liu, and his look was mild and kind. "The glass is here, but is it going to travel?"
Ye Liu looked at Mr. Qingyun with some surprise. "The grandfather is in the Shushan Academy. It is not a matter of not listening to the window. The world is always clear about the current affairs."
Su Zhe shook his head and smiled: "Mr. Qingyun does not know that it is a literary grace, but the astronomical geography of the astrology is incomprehensible. I told you that Wang Ye and Wang Zhaoxing were displaced this morning, I am afraid that there will be a long journey in the near future. This is not Wang Hao will come here soon?"
"Does this work?" Although Ye Li heard about the so-called astrology, she did not study it at all. Because the traces of this past life are still engraved in the bones, she even has some doubts about these. "So, what can the grandfather see?"
Mr. Qing Yun glared at the white beard and shook his head and sighed: "The world is in a mess. It is so chaotic... it’s a rare encounter in hundreds of years."
When I heard Mr. Qing Yun’s words, not only Ye Li, but Su Zhe’s look could not help but dignified. Su Zhe has some regrets: "Is it really irreversible?"
Mr. Qingyun shook his head and said: "This chaos... It has been buried a few years ago, and it can't be changed. Glass, Xu family, you and your big brother are outstanding. Especially you... But the people are innocent, and in no case should they ignite the anger on the heads of innocent people. You and the king must be careful."
Ye Liu nodded and whispered: "Please ask your grandfather to rest assured that repairing is not such a person." Ye Li understands what Mr. Qingyun is referring to. There is no such thing as a human rights issue in this era, and the people are like the past, the history of the past. There are countless records of the massacre in the middle. Even if they were covered up by the rulers, the descendants were still able to trace some traces from them. But Ye Liu doesn't think she will do this. Whether it is basic humanity or the identity of a soldier, she will never allow her to do such a thing. And she also believes that Mo Xiu will not do such a thing.
Looking at the woman who was serious in front of her face, Mr. Qing Yun passed a sigh on the wrinkled face. There was a glimmer of worry in the eyes of the wise light, and sighed softly: "Well, we are all old. The future will see you young people. Go out and be careful."
Ye Liu nodded and smiled: "The grandfather is relieved. Just after we left, the city of Liang has only the big brother. I also asked my grandfather to talk to Daxie and the second sister. I am afraid that the big brother is too busy."舅舅 Xu Hongyan ran to the Lushan Academy early to teach. Although Daxie still has an interest in agriculture in the city of Licheng, he recently ran several times to the four brothers and five brothers. Although this is also very important and important, it is a bit overkill for Xu Hongyu to take responsibility.
Mr. Qing Yun smiled at the beard and said: "They were idle before because it was nothing. Now that they have a business, they will naturally go back. Why use me?"
Ye Zi blinked his eyes and suddenly realized, "Thank you for your grandfather's advice. The glass understands."
Mr. Qing Yun nodded and smiled: "The grandfather knows that you are very busy, and you don't have to stay with the old man. Let's go."
Ye Li got up and went away with Mr. Qing Yun and Su Zhe.
Looking at the fading figure, Su Zhe shook his head and said to Mr. Qing Yun: "Ding Wang Wei really wants to follow the rule of the king? Mr. Qingyun can rest assured?" Mr. Qingyun shook his head and sighed: "Children Big, I think the glass is still a little bit smaller than the nephew..."
Su Zhe has also seen Ye Liang when he was a child. At that time, Xu Jia was still in Chu Jing, and Ye Li’s biological mother had not passed away. At that time, a pink and tender little girl, who can think of the future will become the king of the martial arts of the country?
Mr. Qingyun frowned: "I have noticed that Wang Xinzhong’s anger is not scattered. I am afraid that the blood will be too deep and hurt in the future. There are also glasses that can persuade him to be more important."

How come?
Su Zhe frowned. In recent years, although he has not repaired the number of inks, there are only a few times. Although a white hair, but the temper of ink repair is better than a teenager, I do not know how many times. It is plain that he can't see what he has in his heart.
Mr. Qingyun shook his head and said: "While the temperament of the King of the Kings, we all know, but now this temper...but it makes people uneasy. If he uses his original temper, how do you count him to pray for the ink?" For a moment of meditation, I couldn't help but change my color. "I still want to pay more attention to my teeth. I am afraid that it will be ten times more. But after so many years, the temper of Dingwang has been smoothed." Mr. Qingyun smiled lightly. "The temper of the Moh family is the same. Where is it so easy to polish out? The regent of the year was the best temper in so many generations of the king's palace. The one before the death, you can see the emperor. Can you afford it?"
Su Zhe is dumb, and the regent king said by Qing Yun is naturally the father of ink repair. Even after several decades, Su Zhe still remembers the handsome and elegant man who is the best in the world. Although the same literary powers as the dynasties of the dynasties, but Mo Liufang, the words of Confucianism are interpreted to the extreme. In today's world, only the dust-clean son can compete with him, but the appearance of the dust-clean son is too smooth and dusty, but it is more like a fairy. The ink flow is the true elegance of the red dust, the famous son of the famous son, so that the style of learning and the flow of the world.
But it is such a person, calculated by his sincerely assisted emperor, and the counterattack left before his death is enough to be accepted. Just as the emperor of the prime minister, he lost his life to the west in just three years, and he only paid for the cold royal garden. The new emperor Mo Jingqi, who has been in his teens, has also won the buffer time for several years. Otherwise, the same younger Mr. Mo Xiuwen and his brothers were in the hands of the first emperor who was already very old. Now the king is still not really talking about it.
"So to speak..." Su Zhe said.
Mr. Qingyun said: "Ding Wang has been suppressing these years, or his heart has been playing a game of chess. So he can endure the hatred of the ink scene, the hatred of the big Chu royal family. Even the Beiling to the Xiling Hate. Even though these years seem to have no scruples, in fact he still has to endure. He needs time to lay out, and now... this game is obviously mature. The battlefield... is often the most prone to the most authentic One side of the place. The perseverance of these years has broken out... In addition to the glass, no one can persuade him.
The original thing of the palace was not only Mo Jingqi, but also the Beiling Xiling was more or less involved. What's more, the Mohist army is directly tragic under the iron ride of Beibei. For so many years, every time I think of the calmness of the inkmakers, Mr. Qingyun feels terrified.
"It turns out that." Su Zhe sighed, and his face was more awkward. If it weren't for the Mohist army's defense map that Su Shicai had stolen in the past, things might not happen at that time. Even if he regrets the only granddaughter, but compared to the tens of thousands of heroes who died in the Mohist army, Su Zhe only felt that he did not even have the qualifications to pity. Who are the unclear soldiers who have died for the country and who have died for them? All this, just because he teaches it is no harm to teach.
Seeing the picture of Su Zhe, Mr. Qingyun understands what he thinks. Raised his hand and patted his hand: "Those things... Why do you think more in the past?"
Su Zhe shook his head and had to sigh.
Say goodbye to Mr. Qingyun, and went to visit Mo Xiaobao Yeli to return to the Dingwangfu. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the generals and generals who did not appear in the Dingwang Palace on weekdays were waiting in the garden. I saw Ye Ye coming in and immediately came forward to salute. Ye Li slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What's wrong with you? What happened to the palace at this time?"
Zhang Qixiao smiled and said: "Why is there anything that Wang Hao and Wang Hao told us to do, and what is it?"
Ye Li smiled and said: "Nothing is hard to be a special trip to please Ann? We have not so many vagrants in the palace. Since nothing, please come back first."
"Wang Hao..." Others dare not say anything. The veterans of Lu Jinxian and Zhang Qichen and Yuan Zhen did not have this scruples, and quickly stopped Ye Liu. Ye Liang raised his eyebrows and smiled at them. Lu Jinxian was introduced: "This... Kai Wang Wang, what the messengers of Xiling and Dachu just wanted to see Wang Ye. We want to ask... What does Wang Ye mean?" The slightest thing is to move. Let these veterans who have some bones stiffened are secretly excited. But today, when I came to the two countries at the same time, I would like to see you. The direction of the prince’s mind will indicate the direction of their future actions.
"Xiling and the Great Chu messenger at the same time seek to see?" Ye Li raised an eyebrow, she just did not know the news. Lin Han, who was with him, touched his nose and said: "It is also the case that the subordinates want to tell the king. The Xiling ambassador came first, and the great Chu messenger arrived later. However, Wang Ye first summoned the great Chu messenger. In addition, Wang Ye invited Wang Hao to come back to the past hall."
Ye Liu smiled and smiled and looked at the people around him. Everyone quickly retired, "Wang, please."
"That... Ben is lost first?"
"Don't dare to delay Wang Hao, Wang Hao please please." Wang Hao did not know, everyone sighed helplessly. I had to look at the glass and look forward to the result. In the corner of the side, Feng Huaiting and Han Mingyue are sitting and playing chess. Han Mingxi hangs on the big tree on their head while watching the two players’ yawning.
"Do you think the Mingyue son can fight?" Feng Huaiting asked faintly. Although it came to the northwest for less than three months, the northwest brought to Feng Yinting a completely different feeling. The officials of the Dingfu Palace are generally young, and Feng Huaiting is now the oldest. And the prince gave him the authority and trust he never thought of. Feng Huaiting once asked why Mo Xiuzhen trusts him so much. He can only make the king half-truth and half-truth and laugh at him. He does not trust him. He just trusts Feng Xiaoyao. If he betrayed the king's palace, Feng Zhiyao's head will land immediately. At that time, Feng Zhiyao was also on the side. Hearing the words of ink repair and ink repair, there was no half-silence of dissatisfaction, as if it should be so general.
Feng Huaiting did not understand the friendship of these young people, but as a family owner, he knew what to choose. Although the current Wangfu government does not seem to dominate in the overall situation, but I do not know why he believes that if there is only one winner in this world, it will definitely be the king. The Fengjia, the most favorable nature is to choose the final winner.
"It's natural to fight, for so many years... even if the Mohist army doesn't want to move, others can't help it." Han Mingyue said faintly. In the past few years, I have been at home, and no one in the city has targeted him or anyone. But the same, no one needs him to do anything, he knows that because Murray has no longer trusted him.
After so many years, gradually waking up from Su’s dreams, he realized what he had lost for his so-called love. However, it has been irreparable, and Han Mingyue will not take his own insults and take what he wants to do to save friendship. He understands that ink repair, ink and repair friendship once you pay only if you do not betray him will never give up on you. But once betrayed, there is an eternal break. As early as the beginning of his first step for Su Drunk, there was no room for them to recover.
So he just followed his younger brother as a idler, and made a few words when he occasionally needed to mention. Now...only this younger brother is his only relative in this world.
Han Mingxi hangs himself on the tree like a bat, lazy: "Do you want to fight, what do you have to do with us?" They don't have to go to the battlefield.
Feng Huaiting put down the pieces and stood up and smiled: "Of course, there is a relationship. If so, we should be prepared."
Han Mingxi fell from the tree and looked at the back of Feng Huaiting’s back and asked: "What are we going to do?"
Han Mingyue smiled and said: "The soldiers and horses have not moved the grain first, and the Feng family is a smart person."
"Brother..." Han Mingxi looked at his elder brother with some regrets and worries. In the past, his older brother was indulging in the things of Su Dr. Now that he is gradually waking up, his talents will never be inferior to the Fengjia family's lord's family, but what happened once has determined that he will never use it in the northwest. Han Mingyue shook his head with relief, faintly said: "Clarity... For me, the so-called Wangtu hegemony is just a dream, no, I have never even done such a dream. Now there is nothing wrong with this..."
"Ding Wang really does not know that you have given me an idea behind the scenes in the past two years?" Han Mingxiu asked, he can only be limited and never afraid to admit that he is not as good as people. Many of the things that the king had given him over the past two years were clearly beyond his ability, which made Han Mingxi have to have some doubts. Han Mingxiu smiled and patted his younger brother's shoulder: "It's hard to get confused, let's go, Mr. Feng may have something to help you."
When Ye Ye stepped into the hall of the meeting, the emissaries of Dachu had not left, and the emissaries of Xiling were arranged to wait for tea in the flower hall on the other side. Going in and seeing the emperor of the big Chu faction, let Ye Li stunned for a moment, and it turned out to be an acquaintance. Yu Wang, Mo Jingyu.
"Ali, are you coming back?" Seeing Yeli appear at the door, there is still a trace of impatient ink repair on the face, and immediately reveals a smile and rises to meet Ye Li. Mo Jingyu also quickly got up and saluted, "Ding Wang Wei. Wang Hao, is this?" Ye Liu said with a smile: "It turned out to be Yu Wang. I just went out to see my grandfather. Yu Wang came to the forefront and hoped to forgive me."
Mo Jingyu certainly knows the Lushan Academy on the hill not far from the city. It was originally the Shushan Academy of Dachu, one of the three major colleges in the world. And because of the stupidity of Mo Jingqi, it is cheaper in the northwest. In the past two years, the talent selection system in the northwest has basically taken shape. The biggest factor is that the Shushan Academy has attracted and cultivated a steady stream of talents. Many students who come to study thousands of miles away will choose to stay in the northwest after they have completed their studies. What's more, the students in the northwestern region who have increased substantially in the past two years are even more loyal to the government.
"Yu Wang please sit." Followed by ink repairing in the main position, Ye Liu smiled.
Mo Jingyu thanked him for sitting down again and looked at the ink repair that was obviously not in his mind. He couldn’t help but smile and didn’t know how to open it. Ye Liu apologized: "Is it disturbing your conversation?" Mo Xiu took a hand of Ye Liu and put it on his knees to play. He said, "Where is there? Is there any help?"
"Seeking help?" Ye Li raised an eyebrow.
Mo Jingyu smiled bitterly, in order to directly talk to ink repair. He really came to ask for help, but letting Murhoo say it in this tone always makes people feel that they can't get down. Ye Liu frowned: "Is the situation already so bad? Is Li Wang actually agreeing to ask for help from the Mo Jiajun?"
Mo Jingyu is a bit embarrassed, Li Wang does not agree. I have to say that if Mo Jingli and Mo Jingqi are no longer in harmony, they are brothers. On the issue of Dingwangfu, it is really unprincipled insistence. The only unique difference is that Mo Jingqi is targeting the Dingwangfu. No matter who is the king, he hates to rush to bite. And Mo Jingli is more about this person. However, the situation today does not allow Mo Jingli to disagree. Perhaps Mo Jingli can retreat to Jiangnan with his own people. But other people can't, their roots are in Chujing, and once Chu Jing is broken, everything is finished.
"The cold general is now struggling to resist the northern border in Zijingguan. Last month, Xiling and Beibei attacked Dachu at the same time. The big Chu three sides were attacked by the enemy... but also the king looked at the same pulse as the big Chu. Give a helping hand to help."
Ink 尧 尧 尧 , , , , , , , , , , , , 施 施 施 施 施 施 ? 施 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? The army and the army have received more than one or two times. Yu Wang please come back."
"Ding Wang... Do you really want to see death?" Mo Jingyu also advised him that although he walked close to Mo Jingli, he did not want to really see the big Chu being destroyed. "Is it fixed? Does the king think that our sincerity is not enough? If there is anything we can do, will Ding Wang be open?"
"Sincerity?" Ink repaired indifferently: "The king has never seen any sincerity from beginning to end. But... it is not impossible..."
Mo Jingyu was overjoyed, "Ding Wang has told him."
Ink repaired his lips and sneered a little sneer. "As long as Mo Jing Li Ken was pleaded guilty to the Dachu royal family in front of the Mohist army. The king can consider it."
Mo Jingyu’s face changed and immediately understood that he was white. Let's not let the ink King Lie in front of the Mojia Army, I am afraid that it is impossible to do the ink repair. Helplessly sighed, Mo Jingyu finally fell down in frustration.
Ink repaired and laughed: "It seems that Yu Wang is giving up, so please."
Ink Jingyu looked at the indifferent ink repair, and finally sighed and went out.