The snow is clear and the sun is shining, but the temperature does not rise because of this. It makes people feel pleasant. The sky here is particularly blue after the dark clouds disappear, so pure that it makes people feel awe.

The Tuyuhun mission will set off tomorrow, and today is the last day in Shanzhou. The peace between the two sides has been roughly completed and a memorial has been drafted to send it to Chang'an. Now the first small vanguard troops entering the Xihai area are ready to go to the royal city with the Tuyuhun mission. In addition to serving as the current driving force, they can also protect the safety of Fulu and others' return. The size of the few hundred people is the vanguard in the Jiannan Army.

Zhang Wulang has obtained the military power of Xue Chongxun, the general manager of Fuqicheng, to command the 8,000 Jiannan Army. On the eve of this dispatch, Zhang Wulang, as the commander of Jiannan Army, also sat in the prefecture garrison room and told some details.

There were a few cups of good hot tea in the signing room, and the faint warmth was lingering, which made the room feel a little more heat.

There is a big case in the north and a cork chair behind it. Usually Xue Chongxun sits there when he works; but now he does not sit on the chair, but on the kang east to the north. Because Fu Lu loves to sit on the kang, Xue Chongxun will accompany him. The weather in Longyou is colder than Chang'an, but Xue Chongxun feels that the people here are not cold-resistant because of this. In winter, they wear thick clothes and want to burn the fire when they enter the door. Fu Lu is like this. As soon as he enters the signing room, he sits on the kang, and Xue Chongxun has to sit with them. Murong Yan is also there, sitting next to Fu Lu, and is separated from Xue Chongxun with a swallowtail ridge.

There was also a case of Zhang Ji next to the cabinet where the official documents were placed at the first time. Wang Changling often sat on the bed and looked at the files of the official documents from all over the place. Now he was still in his old position. Zhang Wulang, wearing military uniform, held a helmet in his arms and sat aside with his back straight back. Several people discussed the affairs of the Tuyuhun garrison and logistics here.

When the peace talks that day, Xue Chongxun was mainly bargaining, but today he said very little and basically didn't speak much. He just listened to Zhang Wulang and other subordinates reporting on military and political details, and then listened to Fu Lu complaining.

Whenever someone speaks, Xue Chongxun turns his head politely, smiles calmly, and listens very seriously. In fact, he doesn't think about the various and complicated trivial matters at all... The general direction of peace talks and cooperation has been agreed upon, and he will take care of other matters, and he will do whatever he likes to do.

What he thought... I missed a woman, Murong Yan was sitting opposite him, and he was thinking about her in his heart.

Her mind was full of her tenderness, and her heart was moved as if it was just now. How could he bear to give up on Murong Yan?

Xue Chongxun could not forget her love and was greedy for her beauty. There was no way for men to like all kinds of beauties. Sometimes he felt that desire was stronger than emotion. Money, beauty, power, and vanity could defeat many people's beliefs, which was almost an instinct.

The bargaining continued. Xue Chongxun knew who was talking and could hear their voices, but he had no idea what they were talking about. He had already been distracted.

Suddenly, something touched her calf, which woke Xue Chongxun up from the dementia. She quickly realized that she was a foot without shoes. He turned his head and looked at Murong Yan, and saw that she also looked at herself boldly, and her delicate tongue gently pressed her red lips. In a moment of charm, she was sitting upright in a blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly, the woman Murong Yan actually played this trick in public. As expected, Xianbei women were even more enthusiastic than Han people. Xue Chongxun quickly looked at the desk with an inadvertent look. The swallowtail raised face was placed horizontally on the kang, and there was a large kettle on the desk, and the people below could not see what was under the desk. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

"Although the two-year payment of coins in Fuqicheng Changyuan in accordance with the agreed terms, the military expenditure this year will be paid by our Datang, but the road to transporting food and supplies along the West Sea is bumpy and far too exhausting people's and material resources. Fuqicheng needs to help prepare food and fodder, so we pay with gold, silver and silk. What do Xue Lang thinks?" Zhang Wulang suddenly asked Xue Chongxun.

Xue Chongxun was all focused on the little foot under the desk, and he didn't know what they were talking about at all. When asked, a confused expression appeared on his face. But he was anxious and nodded immediately and said seriously: "Very good, what Goro said is so true, I have no objection."

At this moment, Xue Chongxun's eyes were so innocent. Murong Yan was not careful and laughed out loud. The room was immediately embarrassed and confused, and everyone looked at her.

Murong Yan's face turned red suddenly, and she opened her mouth and wanted to make excuses, but she could not think of a reasonable excuse for a moment, so she hurriedly sat upright, with a solemn look on her back.

Everyone's topic was interrupted by such a small matter, but when she saw her appearance, she didn't pay much attention and began to talk about the serious matter for a moment.

Murong Yan no longer dared to stare at Xue Chongxun, but occasionally she would look at him with a look of indifferentness and glance at him in a shocking way.

Although Xue Chongxun was distracted, he was much more calm than Murong Yan. He did not show any abnormality throughout the morning. He was just a little sad and a little reluctant to leave Murong Yan.

A ray of sunlight leaking from the wood-carved window was very gentle and beautiful, making Xue Chongxun's mood softer. The light was so clear that you could even see the fine dust inside it dancing quickly and slightly, and the little thing was like life.

He found himself a conflicted person, and the two things in his heart made him often feel as if he was standing at a crossroads.

If it was Liu Bang in history, his style was very stable, and he would do whatever he could be beneficial, and he would be almost completely ruthless and stress-free; if it was Li Yu, he would do whatever he was fun, and he would do it completely ignorant and disregard the national political strategy.

Liu Bang was successful and Li Yu was enjoying the process. Poor Xue Chongxun was a contradictory person. What can he get when he wandered between the two? Or both?

Xue Chongxun never spoke... Perhaps even if he chose the beauty and started a war with Tuyuhun, it only affected part of the rough, but isn't the entire layout composed of such links?

There is still a long way to succeed from promoting the expansion of the "agent" recruitment system and slowly waiting for the expansion of the power of the Jiedu governor.

It is very difficult for him to follow this path, and the possibility of success is really low, but what choice is there? Otherwise, Wu Sansi's end will be his end.

Finally I understand that when a person wants to get it, he will lose it. A person who is determined to succeed will easily give up a lot of things.

But Xue Chongxun is not a person who can let go of everything. He cannot defeat himself, and his biggest enemy is himself.

The business in the signing room was finally finished, and everyone stood up to pay their respects. When Fu Lu and Murong Yan just walked to the door, Murong Yan suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, Duke Wei is familiar with Shanzhou. Do you know where to sell silk fabrics in Shanzhou are the best? I'm leaving tomorrow, I want to bring something back."

Xue Chongxun is actually not familiar with this city, but Cheng Ting once mentioned a silk shop called Yangzhou Weaving. So he said casually: "I heard that Yangzhou weaving is good."

Murong Yan smiled sweetly and said with a deep smile, "It sounds like it should be OK. It was shipped from Yangzhou? It was a far away place and it was hard to buy."

Xue Chongxun blurted out: "Some people can't buy things even if they have money."

Murong Yan nodded calmly, turned around and left calmly.

Xue Chongxun walked a few steps from the kang and sat back on the pear blossom wood chair he often sat on. Wang Changling also put away the paper paper on the table, folded it together, and gently stitched it on the table surface, put it neatly aside, and prepared for dinner.

After waiting for a while, the servants sent the public meals in the yamen. The dishes were very simple, two dishes and a coarse bowl of soup. This was a public lunch specification customized according to the law. In the Han Empire, although there were all kinds of corruption and wealth, the concept was Confucianism's benevolent government and love the people. It was based on "you salary and money, and people's paste" and it was impossible to waste too much on the surface.

Fortunately, Xue Chongxun could go back to eat what Cheng Ting made in the evening. Wang Changling had no family in Shanzhou and kept eating this kind of public meal. At this time, Xue Chongxun suddenly felt a little sympathetic to him and smiled and said, "Our yamen has some official prostitutes, and it is not idle on weekdays. Young master goes to relax for nothing, don't be so tense."

Wang Changling slowly put down his chopsticks, clasped his fists and said, "My lord has a good intention, but when his father and brother are there, he told me: You should strengthen your foundation and cultivate your pride, otherwise it will be the fault of your father and brother. I dare not forget the teachings of my father and brother."

After hearing this, Xue Chongxun thought to himself, it was right. He was still growing up and he was able to play with more women before he could play with them. He smiled and said, "Don't put the chopsticks politely, eat them, and then talk about them after eating."

Xue Chongxun ate two bowls of rice, then picked up the spoon from the thick bowl, scooped two spoons of soup into the rice bowl, rinsed it with chopsticks, and let the rice grains mix into the soup. Then he raised his head and drank it into his mouth in one breath. When he swallowed the last bite, he let the soup wrap a piece in his mouth, and the food residue in his mouth disappeared before he swallowed it.

Wang Changling seemed to be very interested in the details of Xue Chongxun's life. He would take a few glances every time he had dinner with Xue Chongxun. Now Wang Changling has learned it, but instead of drinking soup, he poured tea into a bowl and changed it slightly. Maybe he thought that this would not waste food.

After the servant packed up the dishes, he brought the tea, and two plates of refreshments were placed on Xue Chongxun's table and Wang Changling's big case.

While lifting the lid of the cup, Xue Chongxun began to think about Murong Yan’s smile just now and her words. Where should the silk shop meet in private?

At this time, Wang Changling stood up and said, "I'll walk around, rest for a while before coming to work."

Xue Chongxun nodded, raised his head and made a random move, continuing to think about Murong Yan.
Chapter completed!