Chapter 472: Win or lose

Xue Mu did not respond to Li Yingqing’s joke, which is not easy to answer...
He made friends with three parties, just to remind these ministers of the auxiliary country to avoid being brought together by Ji Wuyou. Knowing that they were on guard, it was enough. He didn't have to pull his faction, he knew it was not the time.
Back in the palace, it was night. Kui Ye Zhuo Qingqing flew from side to side, saying, "Nothing found."
Xue Mu sighed, "I can bear it."
He deliberately reversed it, and walked outside with the lurking Ye Guying openly, just to create an illusion that something was absent from the night, and to seduce Ji Wuyou to kill him, but there was still no movement.
When he leaves Beijing and loses the suppression of the Wuwei Array, Xia Wenxuan called a flood dragon to go to sea, who can move him?
In other words, Ji Wuyou gave up the low-level method of assassination, there must be other arrangements.
Zhuo Qingqing said, "I asked Ji Wuxing for the details as ordered by the son."
"Well, what did he say?"
"He said, in the case of the plague, you can't give him the pot alone, and Ji Wuyou has at least half of the credit."
Xue Mu nodded: "Xie Changsheng."
"Yes, he said that at least Xie Changsheng fled through the six doors and the Shenji Gate, which was not a letter he reported. It was after Pan Kouzhi and Xie Changsheng colluded that he and Xie Changsheng got on the line. It was an accident. He suspects that Xie Changsheng is Ji Wuyou’s person, and only Ji Wuyou can supply Xie Changsheng’s research."
"It's also an afterthought. With this awakening, you still have a great time working with Xie Changsheng?"
Zhuo Qingqing smiled and said: "When Ji Wuyou is standing on the table, everyone will put all kinds of clues on him, including us."
"Yes." Xue Mu shook his head and smiled: "After all, I'm not a strategist, and I always think of myself as a military division...I'd better go back and engage in development."
As they walked, everyone said that they had arrived outside Liu Wanxi's bedroom. Liu Wanxi stood in front of the door, listening to their conversation, biting her lips tightly.
"Do you really want to go back?" Liu Wanxi asked in a trembling voice when he approached, with tears in her eyes uncontrollably.
Xue Mu stepped forward and kissed her softly: "When the road is paved, the eight hundred miles will only take a few hours. I will come to see you when I have free time. It's not a separate party."
Liu Wanxi smoked her nose and choked up sobs: "I can't bear you...very worried..."
"Usually you can let Xiahou come to accompany you more... I'm a person who listens to politics, it needs to be a little maternal..."
"I don't want any maternity, I only want you!"
Xue Mu had to repeatedly promise: "I will come back often, don't worry."
Liu Wanxi sobbed: "Don't forget Wanxi after you go back. Next time... next time you can settle Xiahou, we can accompany you together, I will depend on you..."
Xue Mu touched the dagger in the ring, and silently changed the subject: "Your meridians have recovered. Although you can't return your skills, you can practice again. I hope I will see you next time. It will be a healthy and healthy grace. "
Looking at the rising sun outside the window and feeling the dampness of melting ice in the air, Xue Mu took a long sigh and greeted the girls who were ready to go outside the window: "Let's go back to Lingzhou."
The capital is no longer under martial law, and the city gate is not guarded. The carriage slowly left Beijing, and Xue Mu turned his head and watched the outline of Jingshi gradually diminished and blurred.
Xiahoudi did not come to see him off, but Xue Mu knew that she must be standing at a certain high point and was watching him away.
"Dad." Kuiye sat on his lap and looked at his expression: "Why don't you say'I'll be back' this time?"
"Just talk in the stomach." Xue Mu smiled: "In addition to having to come and accompany Wanxi... the next time I officially set foot, I hope I can completely conquer this place."
Kui Ye made a fist: "Dad can definitely do it."
Ye Guying hugged her shoulders and leaned against the corner of the carriage. She also thought Xue Mu could do it, but she didn't know she couldn't see it then.
The curtains were finally lowered, and the carriage left.
Somewhere on the high wall, Xiahoudi stood alone on a high place, pressing his waist knife, silently watching the smaller and smaller carriages in the distance. The high wind brought her cloak soaring, her hair clinging to her eyes in a mess, blocking her slightly squinting eyes, and blocking the blurry water in her eyes.
That good feeling for him finally turned into love in this intersection.
The heart of 26 years of turmoil has finally felt the love between men and women. It turns out that it is such a taste that makes people so reluctant to leave, no matter how strong the heart is, it will be overwhelmed by this kind of taste.
It wasn't until the carriage was no longer seen that she took a long breath and muttered to herself: "I'm waiting for you... come and marry me."
About to turn around and leave, but saw Ji Wuyou coming from not far away. Xiahoudi stopped and looked into his eyes.
Ji Wuyou looked as usual: "So you are here."
"Well, something?"
"Nothing, I just went to see Wuxing." Ji Wuyou sighed: "Speaking of which, since the hard evidence is difficult to obtain, can you let the second brother be released from prison for the time being? Just detained in the house. Otherwise, the brothers die and look sad. ."
Xiahoudi nodded and said, "Since the prince has this heart, I agree."
"The prince is not the emperor, but he can't make this kind of decision, at least the mother and concubine must agree."
"You can tell the concubine that she is kind and won't object."
Ji Wuyou pointedly said: "My concubine is unwell today and can't come to court."
Xiahoudi knew what he was referring to, but he didn't respond. Instead, he said, "In that case, I should go see my mother and concubine. Did you convey your opinion?"
Ji Wuyou looked at her quietly for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."
Xiahoudi said unintentionally, "I have the intention to push my father to establish the queen, what do you think?"
Ji Wuyou was silent for a long time before whispering: "I have a mother."
Xiahoudi sighed, "Then discuss it later. I'll go first."
Xiahoudi turned around, Ji Wuyou watched her leave, then cast his gaze to the horizon where Xue Mu's carriage disappeared. Even if the carriage has long been out of sight, he still stood there and watched for a long, long time.
On the third day of the first month of the twenty-fourth year of Chong'an, the imperial concubine hung the curtain, and the prince had already been established. Xue Muer came out of the capital and returned to Lingzhou. His goal of going to Beijing was not achieved, Ji Wuyou's plan was also realized crookedly, and the two sides were in a tie.
As for the things that they valued more in their hearts, Ji Wuyou suffered a big defeat, and after losing, he pinched his palms until he pinched blood.