"Are everyone here?"

Xunji was sitting in the first seat, and there were many people standing bustling under the steps. Most of the people on the left had feather fans and silk scarves, and those on the right were all wearing armor and swords. The civil and military order was in order.

"Old Master, the people in charge from all places are already in place. Only the person in charge from Shu is absent." The middle-aged man at the top on the left replied.

Old Master! This title naturally belongs to Xun Ji. Xun Ji has been hiding his name for several years, but now he has returned to his hometown in Dayan in order to regain his former dynasty.

That day, when Daxia's cavalry invaded the imperial city of Yan, Pidu, the leader of Yan's civil servants, Xun Ji, was nowhere to be seen.

It is said that warriors die in battles and civil servants die in admonishment. It stands to reason that a powerful minister like Xun Ji, the leader of scholars in the world, should live and die with the country. But no matter what, you have to see people die or see corpses, right?

But after searching all over Pidu, I couldn't find any news about Xunji. Later, I had no choice but to let it go.

Maybe some people think that Xun Ji fled, but those self-proclaimed scholars in the world don't think so. Grand Master Xun must have perished with his country. For a time, literati from all over the world wore sackcloth and mourning to see off this literary leader.

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However, when Xun Ji came back this time, he did not remain anonymous. Instead, he deliberately released the news and told the world that he was still alive, in order to gain the support and support of scholars all over the world.

After all, public opinion is a knife that kills people without blinking an eye. Sometimes it kills people faster than a real knife. If you hold the world's scholars in hand, you hold half of the world in your hand.

Xun Ji nodded, "There has been a lot of commotion in Shu recently. He probably can't leave. Whatever, I called everyone here today just to tell you that the time has come!"

When Xun Ji took action on a major case, his voice was decisive.

Everyone in the hall looked at each other in confusion after hearing this, with different expressions. Some of them were smiling, as if they were saying: The day has finally come, and some were worried, as if they felt something was wrong. For a moment, everyone in the hall was confused.

They made a big fuss and made a lot of noise.

Xun Ji said nothing and watched their quarrel quietly.

"I dare to ask, Old Master, after the uprising, what was the name of the country?"

A burly man with a leopard head and ringed eyes on the right stepped out, raised his hands and asked.

It can be seen from the position where he was standing just now that his status is relatively high among these people.

Xun Ji glanced at him and said, "Even if the country is restored, of course it will be the original country, and the flag with the word "Yan" will be raised. Why, do you have any other ideas?"

Hearing this, the man hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something else, but he still sighed, "I don't dare."

"However, the bloodline of the royal family has long since withered. Even if we raise the flag of King Yan, I dare to ask, who should be the leader?" Another person walked out from the left and attacked Xunji.

"So you are afraid that I will sit in this position?"

Even before the uprising started, someone was already mentally slapping his little one.

Some people even suspected that he, Xun Ji, wanted to sit in this position.

He also understood that they also had concerns, because Dayan's royal bloodline had long since withered away. If there was no convincing ruler after the matter was accomplished, it would lead to another disintegration.

"Don't worry, everyone. I believe the old master has a solution." The middle-aged man spoke up to save Xun Ji.

"The old master is a veteran of the three dynasties of Yan Dynasty. You must not be suspicious."

Xun Ji glanced at him in surprise. This man's name was Zou Long. The Zou surname was one of the top surnames in the Yan Dynasty. He was also the eldest son of the Zou family, and he performed filial piety at the age of twenty-two.

Lian joined the officialdom and was qualified as the Minister of Rites in five years. His originally bright future was cruelly ruined by the sudden change of dynasty.

What Xun Ji didn't expect was that Zou Long was famous for his courage to speak out. Xun Ji could not be considered a political enemy of him, but he also rejected some of his ideas. He often criticized Xun Ji outright when he was in court.

Some practices.

With Xunji's identity, even the emperor of the dynasty had to give in, so his critical words were just used as a springboard for him to get ahead. With Xunji's identity, it was naturally impossible to have a hard time with him.

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But now that I think about it, some of what he said back then did make some sense.

But now, for the first time, Zou Long actually spoke for him, which made him look at him more.

"Be quiet and listen to me." Xun Ji pointed at the big case and spoke not in a loud voice, but everyone fell silent.

"Maybe when I first found you, you were all sincere and sincere, and you didn't have any little calculations in your heart..."

Xun Ji's eyes swept across the faces of everyone present one by one, "But now, time has diluted all this. Maybe the world is in chaos, and some of you are beginning to become a little bit more impatient."

"I dare say that if I hadn't made some noise in Bo'an County, my name would have been added to the martial arts list. Otherwise, I, an old man with half of his body already buried in the ground, wouldn't be able to summon you."

Xun Ji smiled mockingly, "If possible, why don't I want to live my whole life in the mountains and live as a wild crane? It's really the royal family's kindness that is repeated from generation to generation, so I, Xun Ji, have no choice but to sacrifice my body to repay it with my life."

"Everyone's little thought, I advise you to take it back. I, Xunji, don't carry a sword or ax, so I only have a bad pen..."

He suddenly emphasized his tone, "Please don't become a dead soul in my writing..."

Everyone present was stunned, and some even lowered their heads slightly. Indeed, as Xun Ji said, most of them already have authority. Now that the world is in chaos, they naturally have their own ideas.

Xun Ji's deeds of breaking through a hundred armors with a single stroke on the Lancang River are now known to everyone. They don't want to come, but they also believe that this amiable old man will really tolerate them...

"Finally, let me tell you something. This leader, I will give you a satisfactory answer. When the time comes, you will see it."

"Now, go back to where you should go and get ready." Xun Ji waved his hand and walked into the hall.

Everyone clasped their fists and left slowly. Only Zhang Zhao stayed where he was, because this was his place.

"Brother Zou, everyone has left, why haven't you left yet?" Zhang Zhao put away Xun Ji's big case and wanted to go into the back hall to look for Xun Ji, but found Zou Long sitting under the hall and not leaving.

"I have something else I want to ask the old master in person." Zou Long said, "I hope Brother Zhang will lead the way."

"This..." Zhang Zhao knew that Zou Long had some conflicts with Xun Ji in the past. Normally, Zhang Zhao would not let him in. But just now, in front of the secret party, Zou Long spoke up to help Xun Ji.

His words also made Zhang Zhao look sideways.

"Okay, you come with me." Zhang Zhao thought for a while and agreed to him.

Zou Long bowed his hands and followed Zhang Zhao into the back hall.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xun Ji pointing at a huge map on the wall, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head. On this map, different colors were used to record the deployment of troops in most of the eighteen counties of Kyushu.

Food and grass reserves, etc., are quite detailed.

As soon as Zou Long entered the door, without waiting for Zhang Zhao's announcement, he said: "The so-called art of war depends on a strange word. If you stick to the direct deployment of strength, it will be nothing more than talking about war on paper and achieving nothing."

Zhang Zhao was startled when he heard this, and thought to himself that this person really dared to speak.

When Xun Ji heard what he said, he turned around and found that it was Zou Long. He was silent for a moment and said nothing.

His approach is indeed too conservative, and compared with Zou Long, who advocates radicalism, there are advantages and disadvantages to each other.

"You're right," Xun Ji stood with his hands behind his back, "If I were more radical, maybe..."

"Old Master, it is useless to talk about this now." Zou Long shook his head, "Old Master, I came to you just to confirm one thing. If Old Master can answer me, then my Zou family must

Give full support.”

Xun Ji frowned when he heard this. Listening to this tone, what other ideas does Zou Long have?

Perhaps guessing what Xun Ji was thinking, Zou Long continued: "I will make it clear that my Zou family is a century-old family after all. I don't think about myself, but also the family. I hope the old master understands."

Xun Ji nodded, this is indeed human nature, "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"Old Master, I want to know what happened that day."

"What day does that refer to?"

"The seventh day of March in the sixth year of Datong."

When he heard this date, Xunji's expression suddenly changed, because that date was still fresh in his memory.

On the seventh day of the third month of the sixth year of Datong, Wang's army captured Pidu, and all the people surrendered. Dayan continued to fall for more than four hundred years.

This is recorded in the history books of Daxia.

Probably because the memories came to mind, Xun Ji's expression became a little gloomy. Perhaps because he was afraid that Xun Ji would misunderstand, Zou Long quickly said: "Old Master, I don't want to know the details of that day. Although I was out on business that day,

But I also know what’s going on in the city. I don’t want to know about it, I want to know about a person!”

"Who?" Xun Ji's expression recovered and he asked.

"Although the news that was later released was that no one in the royal family was spared and all were killed, I got a piece of news unexpectedly. I came here to ask the old master to distinguish the authenticity of the news."

Zou Long walked forward, leaned down, and whispered something in Xun Ji's ear.

"Sure enough, the news was leaked." Xun Ji shook his head and said.

"It seems that my guess is correct. This news is indeed not groundless." Zou Long laughed.

Zhang Zhao looked at the two people who seemed to be playing riddles and didn't know what they said.

"So, Old Master, what's your answer?" Zou Long asked with a smile.

Xun Ji looked at him and did not answer him directly, but asked, "Can I trust you?"

Zou Long's expression became solemn, "Old Master, my Zou family can learn from heaven and earth."

Xun Ji sighed, and then nodded gently towards him.
Chapter completed!