Zhao Junyi was a little impatient. He was supposed to be doing final inspections on the battleship at this time. He would be returning to the ship in two hours. After seeing the latest secret report, he hurriedly got off the bridge. He had determined that he would take over Zhao Weihuang's Wolf Smoke Legion in the future, so
This time, he only brought his warships to send the Zhao clan's troops to land. From now on, during the national war, he will always be stationed in the Zhao clan's homeland in the West.
Zhao Junyi looked at the time on the Force Sundial and said, "Second brother, don't beat around the bush. Do you think your father is far enough away that he won't come to the Void Floating Land?"
Zhao Junhong smiled bitterly and was about to speak when Zhao Jundu stood up and said coldly: "Qianye can do whatever he likes. If your father asks, I will shoulder the responsibility." After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the tent.
Zhao Junyi's face darkened, and he slapped the table with his palm, "The Zhao Guanwei matter hasn't completely settled yet, and the fourth child is just manipulating that Qianye like this?"
The Zhao Guanwei incident seemed to be over at that time, but in fact, after the war, a minor turmoil arose within the Zhao clan, which had a very bad impact on the Cheng En Gong family. Qianye seriously injured Zhao Guanwei and drove him out of the forward camp.
Regardless of the cause, things propagate back into the valve, causing quite a bit of backlash.
Ultimately, it is because Zhao Guanwei is in a special situation. He is far away from the three nobles of the Zhao family, but he is still an orthodox Zhao surnamed child registered in the family tree. He practiced and studied in the Zhao family since he was a child. When he became an adult, he joined the family's private army and actively worked hard.
He has many achievements and is upright and forthright, so he is very popular among the common people of the Zhao clan.
People like Zhao Guanwei, no matter which family they belong to, are the cornerstone of stabilizing the power of the middle and lower classes, and they are also the targets of various forces. The Cheng En Gong family originally valued him very much, but now not only can they not use him for their own purposes, but they have also formed a
Hatred.
Zhao Junhong calmed down and his expression returned to normal, "Zhao Guanwei has always had a good reputation, but if he was allowed to disregard the overall situation and do something to cause trouble for Qianye before the war, it can be seen that he has already fallen to the side of those people in the Duke of Yan's Mansion. Even if
If it is rumored that his action this time was not a favor, then the favor is huge enough, and we would not have been able to snare him in the first place."
Zhao Junyi's expression softened.
Zhao Junhong smiled and said, "In the final analysis, Qianye just served as a shield for the fourth brother. He dealt with it very well. Even if I was there, I couldn't have done any better."
Qianye's handling method seemed to be extreme, but in fact from the moment Zhao Guanwei jumped out, the two sides were on opposite sides. Huairou was of no use to Zhao Guanwei at all, and would also make the Zhao clan soldiers who were watching take chances. The only way to deal with it was through thunderous means.
Only then can the military power be suppressed.
Zhao Junyi was also a leader himself, so he knew the stakes. At this time, his expression completely softened, and he muttered: "Qianye going to war for the Li family will definitely attract questions from the clan elders. Have you thought about how to deal with it?"
"Brother, there is no need to worry. Who can find fault with what he said before? If they have the ability, they should recognize the younger brother. Besides, it is hard to say what the clan elders are thinking. There are already people outside investigating Qianye's disappearance.
His deeds over the years.”
Zhao Junyi's eyebrows twitched, his expression was strange, and he stopped talking.
Zhao Junhong suddenly smiled coldly, "And our uncle You Guogong. After what happened to Zhao Guanwei, do you know what he said to Qianye? In one word, in ten years, the Zhao family will be the world of Jundu and Qianye.
The second sentence is that because of Qianye’s background, the position of clan leader must belong to Jundu. Uncle really thinks highly of our brothers, at least the Duke of Yan has no intention of giving up."
Zhao Junyi frowned. At best, these words were a sign of high hopes for the younger generation. At worst, they were suspected of inciting brothers to fight against each other. He said slowly: "Qianye, did you even tell you this?" Who can pass this on?
, his mind is not simple either.
Zhao Junhong knew what he was thinking and shook his head: "No."
Zhao Junhong didn't explain much. The person who sent the message was Song Zining. Even he felt that Qianye trusted Song Zining too much. No wonder Zhao Jundu wanted to beat him up when he met him. But Song Qi Gongzi is really a wonderful man, this man is recognized as a smart man.
, prefer to do such thankless things among their brothers.
Zhao Junyi thought for a while and said: "Well, since the fourth brother has made up his mind about Qianye's matter, let's leave it like this for now. The situation inside and outside the clan is complicated now, and it may be better for him to stay outside. After returning to the Western Continent, my father
Let me talk."
Zhao Junhong suddenly asked: "Brother, in the past ten years or so, has it really been true that our family has not received any news from Qianye?"
Zhao Junyi was suffocated and did not answer immediately.
Zhao Junhong said: "The enlightenment of Qianye Martial Arts originated from Huangquan. It is not a place where you can enter if you want. However, the identity of the person who sent him there cannot be found out. Who are the people in the empire that we cannot meet today?"
What about?"
Qianye came from Huangquan, and the traces of force plunder during his training could not be hidden from his mentor. The forces behind Huangquan are complicated. How could such a major event not reach the ears of the enemies or friends of the Zhao clan? There is obviously something wrong with it.
Zhao Junyi tapped his finger on the table and said after a while: "It is said that Marshal Lin Xitang's adopted son was a graduate of Huangquan, but unfortunately he was killed in battle only one year after joining the army." He paused and said in a deep voice: "I don't think Qianye himself mentioned this.
Is it something? Since the fourth brother doesn’t even want him to be involved in the disputes within the clan, then why bother delving into what has happened in the past.”
"Lin Xitang?!" Zhao Junhong lowered his eyes to hide his coldness, smiled, nodded and said, "Yes."
At this time, Lin Xitang, who was far away in the imperial capital, was sitting in an off-road vehicle, looking out the window in ecstasy at the white color that seemed to cover the entire world.
There are four distinct seasons in the apocalypse, and now is the time when heavy snow falls. In the afternoon, snow begins to fall in flakes, weighing down the bare branches of street trees and crumbling. Instead, the sky is reflected brightly, illuminating even the gloomiest corners of the city with flawless colors.
Fang Qingkong knelt on one knee next to the seat. He had kept this position motionless since he got in the car. Lin Xitang had not spoken, so he remained silent.
The marshal's ceremonial convoy drove slowly down the avenue, turned a corner, and saw a set of extremely large power towers. This is only an energy center in one block, and its scale is comparable to that of a medium-sized city, which shows the extraordinaryness of the residents here.
identity.
Lin Xitang said gently: "Qingkong, you shouldn't do this."
The proposal to remove Zhang Boqian from his post as Marshal should have been proposed by Lin Xitang himself at the court meeting, but he suddenly suffered from an old injury and did not make it to the court meeting. Fang Qingkong did not defend himself, but lowered his body further.
Lin Xitang sighed, "You are only one step away from being a god general. If you can cross this threshold, your future will go far beyond the supervisory department. It is possible to become an official and become a prime minister. How many people are limited by their qualifications and have to stop here for life.
, but you are expected to achieve a breakthrough within two years, why bother provoking King Qingyang at this time?"
Fang Qingkong's methods are disgusting, and his ability to survive until now depends entirely on his strength. He was born in the scout camp of the Beifu Legion, but no one would have thought that a dead soldier who was good at stealth assassination could actually walk to the gate of the divine general. No wonder he
Even Lin Xitang, who was used to seeing geniuses, felt full of regret.
Fang Qingkong said softly: "Someone has to do dangerous things, and it doesn't have to be you every time."
Lin Xitang didn't say much, just said: "Qingkong, there is no next time."
Fang Qingkong responded in a low voice: "Yes."
Lin Xitang looked indifferent, "If you are still dissatisfied, go back to the army as soon as possible and accumulate merit for a few more years. Maybe after breaking through to become a god general, you can compete for a command position. In fact, it is a waste to be the Supervision Department now.
Your talent."
Fang Qingkong's face turned pale, he paused and said, "Qingkong will never do this again, please don't transfer me."
At this time, the car body shook slightly and stopped. At the end of the street in front of it was a magnificent mansion with green tiles and black eaves. The word "Qingyang" on the plaque was copied from the handwriting of Taizu in the imperial palace. It was a gift given to the first emperor by the founding emperor.
An inscription on behalf of King Qingyang.
Lin Xitang left his carriage followers outside and walked up the stairs alone. The guards at Qingyang Palace obviously knew the imperial marshal and had received the order early. When they saw Lin Xitang all bowing politely, no one came forward.
Lin Xitang raised his head and took a look at the direction, then walked straight into the depths of the buildings. After passing through several floors of doors, his eyes suddenly opened up and he had arrived at the edge of a school ground.
There was no one around in the corridors and corridors. The sword light on the campus was a little brighter than the skylight reflected by the heavy snow, and even a bit dazzling. The sword light forced most of the snowflakes in the field to stop in the air, but there was no sound.
There was only the rustling sound of snow falling like salt.
The light of the knife faded, and a long black knife with an antique appearance was quietly inserted into the center of the ground.
Zhang Vale splashed the rain with swords, and the sound was loud and strange.
Zhang Boqian returned to the corridor, where there was a table, a jar of wine, and a jade cup. He filled the cup with golden wine, but did not touch the cup. He picked up the wine jar and poured it directly into his mouth, and a little wine splashed out.
, the air was suddenly filled with mellow fragrance.
Lin Xitang walked over, bent down, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip. The burning line of fire went straight to his chest.
Zhang Boqian placed a seal the size of a baby's fist on the table. It was carved from sapphire and was the most ordinary square seal in appearance. However, the seal formed by the force array on it represented one of the most powerful soldiers in the Qin Dynasty.
The will of the marshal in office.
Zhang Boqian pushed the seal towards Lin Xitang with a very casual attitude, as if it was the most ordinary seal.
Lin Xitang's eyes narrowed slightly, and after being silent for a while, he took out a flat jade box the size of a palm and handed it to Zhang Boqian.
Zhang Boqian took it but did not open it. He just turned it over and over in his hand.
Lin Xitang broke the silence, which was so quiet that only the sound of falling snow could be heard, and said: "This is the omen of the lucky feathers you asked me for."
"Omen of auspicious light and feathers" is a kind of celestial art. It is said that the diviner guides the power of stars to form various patterns on the jade called "auspicious light", and uses the omen to ask the diviner the answer he wants, but the diviner does not
I don’t know what the divination person wants to calculate. This divination process is so illusory that it is now regarded as a recreational game rather than an orthodox divine art.
The jade box was still overturned in Zhang Boqian's hand, and suddenly it turned into a cloud of powder. When it flew into the air, even the powder completely disappeared without a trace.
Lin Xitang's calm face showed a look of astonishment.