It is about to enter summer, and it is the time for flowers to fade, and it is also the alternation of new flowers. The faint fragrance of decay and the fragrance of the first blooming fills the imperial garden.

"You mean, last night, the father-in-law Yuwei took out a volume of imperial decree in the Tianji Building, but you have never issued this imperial decree?" Kong Wenliang's face gradually became solemn.

Emperor Jingyang snorted coldly and said with a snort: "When he was listening to the school in the palace school, he was a person who was not afraid of heaven and earth. Now so many years have passed, and he is so brave."

"It is normal for a person who is profit-oriented and jealous of money to make earth-shaking actions." Kong Wenliang shook his feather fan, "The most important thing now is to find out the person who instigated him behind him."

Emperor Jingyang raised his hand and twisted a flower without saying a word.

"Actually, you have a guess in your mind, right?" Kong Wenliang asked.

"But Mr. Mo has resigned from all government affairs in the court." Jing Yang frowned, "He said that he wanted to lean his chess towards the world."

"You must understand that the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. He entrusts the court game to you. He turns around and holds his hands in the world, not that he has left completely. Instead, he wants to see the whole picture of the game more clearly." Kong Wenliang shook his head gently, "The vision above the peak is wide, but he is afraid of the clouds covering his eyes. Although Mr. Mo has had a teacher-student friendship with you, he has to be careful."

Emperor Jingyang nodded slightly, but still frowned and said nothing.

"But your Majesty, there is no need to worry too much." Kong Wenliang smiled sly.

"Although the situation has been settled, I always feel a little uneasy in my heart." Emperor Jingyang frowned, "What should I do if I don't worry?"

"For example, in this imperial garden, Your Majesty should roam in the sea of ​​flowers, and then casually take the beautiful flowers from the beautiful woman's hands, instead of letting those troubles go to the people. If there is, throw them to the minister." Kong Wenliang said lightly.

Emperor Jingyang was stunned, "I don't understand."

"A king who yearns for prosperity should look like a prosperous age. He is determined and determined in the face of the face, and he will be on the side of the face of the face, picking flowers and looking at the moon." Kong Wenliang's eyes cold, "Your Majesty, be prepared with peace of mind, and prepare for the prosperity of the world."

Emperor Jingyang stretched his eyebrows, "You mean..."

"Soon, those bandits in the world will completely disappear from the world. What will disappear along with them include those traitors in the court. Liang Yang, who was before the heavenly battle, will also come back. Your Majesty is waiting for the ministers to create a prosperous era made of blood for you."

"Since that's the case, Gu suddenly wanted to go to a place." Emperor Jingyang said with Youyou: "Wen Liang, would you like to go with Gu?"

Kong Wenliang lowered his head slightly, "Natural."

Jinwu Mansion.

Unlike the blooming flowers everywhere in Luoyang City, it can even be described as cold and ruthless here. The air is filled with sharp iron embroidery smell and full of gun marks.

But at this moment, there was only a handsome man in the huge mansion. He was holding a knife and grinding the wooden gun in his hand. The falling wood chips fluttered in the breeze with the falling flowers coming from somewhere.

It took him a long time until he blew up the last piece of wood chips in his hand that he slowly looked up and glanced at the mansion.

He is still the only one.

"I saw this wood chips from afar, and I was still grinding my gun?" Suddenly, a wine jar flew over. The man did not hide, raised his hand to take it, and then looked at the eaves directly in front of him. He found that a woman was already sitting, wearing plain clothes, without any concealing her original heroic spirit.

The man smiled slightly, "General Meng."

"Maybe now, I should call you Commander Yan." Meng Daishan smiled and looked at the man behind the night. The gun was like a frightened bird in the black night.

Yan Yuanjie nodded with a smile, but the sorrow between his eyebrows did not dissipate because of Meng Daishan's congratulations.

"Your gun is finally finished." Meng Daishan looked at the wood chips floating in the air, like flowers flying in the wind. I vaguely remember when he first met Yan Yuanjie, it was Tang Xun in the eastern part of Liangyang. When she first arrived there, she witnessed the commander standing alone in front of the rebels; but if he was far away from the battlefield, he was like a taciturn family prince, often grinding wooden guns through the moonlight. However, although he seemed to be full of thoughts, he was not cold. If you call him, he would stop the movements in his hand without hesitation and smile with a gentle smile.

Yan Yuanjie replied: "In a sense, yes."

"Since it has the meaning of grinding, it must have the meaning of not grinding. I wonder what this meaning is?" Meng Daishan took a sip of wine.

"I saw the gun in my heart." Yan Yuanjie answered the question irrelevantly.

Meng Daishan continued to ask: "What kind of gun is it?"

Yan Yuanjie thought about it and replied seriously: "It can wipe out the ever-changing storm of the world in one fell swoop. When Liang Yang changes dynasty, there is no need for more people to shed blood for it."

"You shouldn't belong to the battlefield." Meng Daishan was stunned for a moment, and still said the truth that she had said to Yan Yuanjie many times.

"In the past, I never knew how to answer your question. Now that the gun has been worn out, I think I can borrow a sentence that person once said to me and treat it as my answer." Yan Yuanjie replied slowly: "The battlefield should not belong to this world. Before this incident came, my gun would never be well worn."

"Actually, I mean, you are too naive." Meng Daishan smiled, "The cruelty of the battlefield cannot tolerate you being naive."

"Maybe it is." Yan Yuanjie put down the wine jar and raised Liuye.

Meng Daishan looked at his jar where the wine had not moved and frowned slightly, "Will you not give face?"

"It is not advisable to drink when you are on a long journey." Yan Yuanjie said with a smile.

Meng Daishan put away his joking, "Do you decide to go? Your soldiers, but none of them have come back."

Yan Yuanjie nodded, "Go."

"You're the only one?"

"One."

"If you want to go alone and bring back the current emperor's orders to be demoted and exiled to the wild, you will face the entire Liangyang, and you will also be charged with plotting rebellion. A person without soldiers chose to plot rebellion." Meng Daishan sneered, "This move is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg."

"I went there not only to welcome someone back, but also to welcome a prosperous era. No matter how big the danger is, it is worth my entry." Yan Yuanjie shook his head, then whistled, and a shiny black horse walked to him.

"Should I stop you?" Meng Daishan raised his eyebrows.

Yan Yuanjie held his breath and concentrated, clenched the gun in his hand.

Meng Daishan smiled and took a step forward, "Look, I'm so nervous about you. Go and go back."

Yan Yuanjie turned over and looked at the jar of wine, "It's too early to drink now. Wait for me to come back." After saying that, he rode his horse and whipped it away.
Chapter completed!