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13 Conspiracy
Back at the Rongzhen Palace, Lu Yan's face was still pale, and Murphy was absent-minded when he talked to him. Wu Yue really made him so scared? Isn't it just a malfunction? Rong Zhen's mansion in Guxi never used his expertise in literature, and Wu Yue's force was enough to overwhelm everything. Therefore, the performance in the discussion meeting was not outstanding, but it was powerful to them. In contrast, Murphy felt that he was a little high-profile. Of course, there is the idea of โโself-protection, but the more important thing is to get Wu Yue's approval in exchange for trust and attention.
What she thinks can be done will be boldly done, which may also be the point that she is different from people in this era. The authority of the superior does not make her feel in awe, at most, she will not be self-righteous, and often tells herself to be cautious Be careful, but she is a little literate in her bones, and she has received a completely different education and the influence of the idea of โโequality. She will persist in some things as long as she can persist, such as kneeling.
Kneeling to the sky and kneeling to the ancestors, but only cannot get used to bowing to the powerful. She also knew that such persistence was pointless in this day and age, but at least let her keep it for now.
Wu Yue rode a horse and returned to the mansion one step earlier, and Murphy was also separated from Lu Yan in a corridor. She was going to the bookstore to borrow a book and return to her residence.
She has been reading books related to history recently. If she wants to survive well, recognizing the background of this era is the first and most important step.
When Murphy chose the book and walked back, he happened to meet Wu Yue at the corner who was just about to go to the study.
Murphy saluted and greeted him, bowed and waited for him to leave, but who knew that this person stopped in front of her motionless.
Sir, are you okay? If you have nothing to do, please leave quickly, it's so stiff and uncomfortable! Murphy couldn't help but glance up at him.
"Can you play chess?" Wu Yue finally asked.
"Understood."
"What about horseback riding?"
"Not fine."
After pondering for a while, Wu Yue said: "Then you will find Yan Qiao to go to the stable tomorrow to choose a horse. You can practice more when you have time. In a few days, you will return to the fief with this king."
"...Well."
Wu Yue left. Murphy stayed for a while, and then she was overjoyed. Her expectations were finally achieved. As long as she could go to Rong Zhen, she would be able to play her talents with confidence and save more power for her future survival.
Murphy returned to her residence happily all the way, and she didn't have to do anything for the next few days, just concentrate on studying the slips.
But why did Wu Yue ask her if she could play chess? Do you still need to be able to play chess when you go to the fief?
"I didn't expect this discussion to be so interesting." In the study, Ouhan stroked his beard and smiled.
"This futu is indeed a little wise." Yan Qiao nodded with a sigh.
"It's not just quick wit." Ou Han said, "Generally speaking, young and vigorous, the higher the talent, the more eager to perform, the bold but thoughtful. But I watched this son for a few days, and I didn't find him arrogant and arrogant. Zhang Xian asked for a name. Except for the agricultural slips he wrote when he entered Fuzhong and the last resort at this seminar, he was introverted and self-contained, calm and steady, and often doing things just right. If he has passed his thirties, it is not surprising, but this son is just Weak crown, you can even be called a teenager, this disposition is enough to make many talented people feel ashamed."
Wu Yue nodded. The rest also expressed their amazement. It was rare for Ouhan to praise a person so much. The floating map was indeed impressive.
"This king has decided to bring ' back to the fief."
"Huihan has no objection."
Yan Qiao said, "Ran Futu's identity is unknown..."
"His identity shouldn't be too suspicious." Ouhan said, "He once said that he had been living in seclusion with his teacher, and then he went abroad to travel, and he was a home in the world. I believe this with eight points." Ouhan said.
"Why?" Yan Qiao asked.
"Have you paid attention to his words and deeds? He is talented but not familiar with the world, modest but not polite, prudent but despised the powerful, reserved, showing that he has received a good education, but the food and clothing are simple and do not seem to be born in a family. Such a person, Huan Han really can't think of any other people who can be cultivated except for the hermit masters."
If Murphy was here, he would definitely be stunned by this remark. This person can be said to have analyzed her very thoroughly, as if he had known her for many years.
Yan Qiao was also dumbfounded, and once again lamented the huge gap in intelligence between himself and Yan Han.
"By the way," said the military general Shuoyou at this time, "I remember Mr. Ouhan saying that as long as the lord attends this seminar, the problem of being sent to Yuanan can be solved easily. I wonder what Mr.'s strategy is?"
As soon as this question came out, everyone in the study looked at Huan Han. The latter smiled and said, "The strategy has already begun to take effect, you can just wait patiently."
Shuoyou was rather unhappy: "Mr. always likes to make a difference."
Huohan ignored him and just drank tea leisurely.
"Speaking of this," Yan Qiao also said, "Mr. only said that the lord can participate, but I wonder if the unexpected success of Futu will affect the layout of the master?"
"Haha." Ouhan touched the rim of the cup and said lightly, "I said just now that Futu always does things right, and his performance this time is also the same. Wait, everyone, there will be results in a few days."
...
At this time, the Second Prince's Mansion was another scene. As soon as Li Xiao returned to the mansion, he convened all the advisors and recounted what happened in the discussion, especially the appearance of Wu Yue and the debut of Fu Tu. Li Chen? Otherwise, with his temperament, how could he personally appear at Li Chen's seminar."
The advisors whispered, and one of them said: "Your Highness, don't be in a hurry, your subordinate thinks that there must be a hidden secret, and you need to be patient to investigate."
"Patience?" said the other at once. "We have patience, but we don't have time."
Many people echoed: "Yeah, seeing that the king is about to establish a heir, your highness is slightly inferior to the eldest prince, no matter how old or young. If you have the support of King Rong Zhen now, then..."
Li Xiao swept away the slips on the table, and said angrily, "Why do you need to say this? What this king wants is a solution, a solution to the predicament!"
Letters fell all over the place, and all the advisors were silent for a while.
At this time, someone suddenly said: "His Royal Highness, the subordinates feel that the establishment of the eldest prince as the heir is a fact that cannot be changed at present, but as long as the eldest prince has not yet ascended the throne, then His Highness still has a chance to pull it back."
"Oh?" Li Xiao looked at the person speaking, his appearance was so ordinary that he couldn't name the person for a while, "Tell me, what chance does this king have?"
"In terms of seniority, His Highness is inferior; in terms of prestige, His Highness is also inferior. However, it is often not these things that determine the final victory, but... military power!"
"Bingquan?" Li Xiao's eyes lit up.
The man nodded and continued: "Originally, if King Rong Zhen did not participate, His Highness could control the guards around the king's city, and with the power of His Royal Highness's mother and concubine's family, this could be done completely. But now there are variables, King Rong Zhen's Although the main force is not in the royal city, his influence here should not be underestimated. If he really joins forces with the eldest prince, His Highness has almost no chance of winning. Rather than waiting for the worst situation to come, His Highness might as well make a layout first.โ
"How is it laid out?"
"Now that the three kingdoms of Yu, You, and Jing are at war, although our country adopts a wait-and-see strategy, it may not be impossible to profit from it."
"How to get profit?"
"That is to add troops to Yuanan. This place is located at the border of the three countries, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If Your Highness takes the initiative to ask Ying to station in this city. Then, firstly, you can have greater military power, and secondly, you can also gain military exploits and increase military prestige. In this way, even if the eldest prince is established as the heir, he may not be able to sit on the throne in the future."
"And what about Wu Yue? If he supports Li Chen, even if this king has military power, it may be difficult for him to compete."
"Has Your Highness forgotten? King Rong Zhen has his own fief, it is impossible to guard the royal city, and the king will not let him bring heavy troops here. It is said that far water cannot save near fire. Once His Highness controls the overall situation, there are heavy troops at hand. , so why be afraid of others?"
Li Xiao touched his chin, his eyes twinkling.
"What do you think of this proposal?" he asked the others.
The rest of the crowd looked at each other in dismay, and most of them agreed. After all, military power was the biggest bargaining chip Li Xiao could obtain.
Seeing that no one objected, Li Xiao slapped the table and shouted, "Okay, that's it."
At the end, he asked Xiang Xiang, the scribe who had just sent out the plot: "What's your name? When did you enter the government?"
"My subordinate Jiang Ran entered the government three years ago."
"Okay, Jiang Ran, from now on you will be this king's first-class advisor, and you will go to Yuanan with this king."
"Here."
The rest of the people began to discuss the matter of asking for the battle, but they didn't pay attention to the unnoticeable sarcasm in the eyes of the man named "Jiang Ran"...
The next day, when Mo Fei was about to go to select a horse, Mu Xi handed over a letter written in silk, and when he opened it, it was written: Wei Shiqiu Lou, Wei Wenzhong.
It's Wei Xuan's appointment. Speaking of which, haven't seen each other since that day, and Murphy has been taken care of by him a lot, so should really thank him. So she asked Mu Xi to find someone to return a letter, saying that she would be on time for the appointment.
Because of the date, Murphy didn't choose a horse, but just studied the books in the room.
After lunch, she took Mu Xi to the appointment.
Originally, she wanted to go alone, but she was not familiar with the environment, so she had to bring Mu Xi.
The two quickly arrived at the Qixiu Building. This is a quaint and elegant two-story pavilion building. As soon as Murphy entered, a second child came to greet him warmly. Obviously Wei Xuan had mentioned it before, so Murphy just said the name and took her to the private room on the second floor.
Pushing the door and entering, this is an old-fashioned hall, with carved tables, two-eared clean bottles, bronze incense burners, auspicious screens... There is a word "elegant" everywhere.
Wei Xuanzheng was sitting by the window, and only got up to greet Murphy when he saw Murphy come in.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, Futu's spirit is very good."
"Mr.'s demeanor is even better than before." Murphy noticed that he did not bring idle children, so he asked Mu Xi to wait at the door.
The two sat down, made tea to reminisce about the old days, and briefly talked about some things they had experienced a few days ago, with sighs, fears, and feelings.
After drinking half a pot of tea, Wei Xuan suddenly asked, "Why did Fu Tu choose Prince Rong Zhen's mansion?"
At this question, the originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly stagnated.
Murphy knew that Wei Xuan would ask this question, but he didn't expect to ask it at this time. She thought about it in her heart and replied, "Probably... a kind of fate."