She had heard her grandfather talk about this person before, and her grandfather seemed to have a very good relationship with him.
According to Wen Zhong, this Qingxuan is a person who can truly communicate with ghosts and gods and measure destiny.
Born with white hair, yin and yang pupils, and an appearance like a young man, he has been immortal for many years.
It is said that this Qingxuan was once the national preceptor of the Zhou Dynasty.
He was only twelve years old when he entered the Zhou Dynasty court.
But not long after he became the imperial advisor, the Zhou Dynasty perished.
When the Zhou Dynasty's city was broken, he had predicted in advance and escaped from the disintegrated Zhou Dynasty palace, heading southwest. He was rescued by the founding emperor of the Lan Kingdom and stayed in the Lan Kingdom.
Calculating time now, he should be about the same age as his grandfather.
To be honest, betraying the monarch is not a good thing in itself, but Qingxuan never seemed to feel it at that time.
"Ever since my father became seriously ill, the Prime Minister has been taking care of everything in the court, and Prime Minister Zuo Yan is even more ambitious. Taking advantage of the fact that his sister Zuo Wan'er is a noble concubine, he has suppressed many officials."
Jiang He took a deep breath, still a little hard to accept this fact.
Xia Lishuang looked at Jiang He with some disapproval in her tone.
"Then what were you doing at that time?"
Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little ashamed.
"I... I have not been a decisive person since I was a child. My father always thinks that I may not be worthy of such a big job, but... he only has two sons, me and my second brother, so he has no choice!"
Wen Ranran smiled and said nothing.
In fact, it's not that he is incapable of taking on big responsibilities, it's just that in these troubled times, there is no need for civilized governance.
Thinking about it this way, Wen Ranran actually quite admired Emperor Lan's decisiveness.
If in the future the Lan Kingdom bows its head and becomes a vassal, the Lan Kingdom will withdraw its flag and establish a vassal state, and the southwest will be stable, Jiang He will be a good idle prince.
"Brother, there's no need to belittle yourself!" Wen Ranran smiled and patted the other party on the shoulder.
"Since the Imperial Master will arrive tomorrow, our goal will be much simpler."
The second prince is stupid, and Jiang Shu is a ruthless evildoer who is causing harm to the country, so there is no reason why he should not be eradicated.
"But I'm just worried about my father. My second brother is also ruthless. They will definitely not let my father go!" Jiang He had a deep worry on his eyebrows.
Wen Ranran nodded, this is a problem.
Emperor Lan, the man most likely to be his biological father, if he is really...
Wen Ranran's heart suddenly became confused.
The meeting broke up unhappily, and only a few core personnel within the army knew Jiang He's identity.
Therefore, everyone only regarded Jiang He as a new military advisor, and no one took him seriously.
After all, there are a lot of strange people appearing in this military camp.
On the second day, Qingxuan, the legendary national master who existed during the Zhou Dynasty, finally came on horseback.
When Wen Ranran saw this person for the first time, she couldn't even connect the frail young boy in front of her with the legendary old master who was over sixty or even seventy years old.
This man's growth rate is almost unparalleled, and nearly sixty years have not left a trace on him.
This in itself is a very abnormal thing.
The man had black eyes and white hair, and his dark black clothes held up his thin shoulders. He was so weak that he seemed to be blown over by a gust of wind.
"Guo... Lord Qingxuan!" Jiang He suddenly became much more well-behaved when he saw Qingxuan.
Then, Wen Ranran saw a scene that almost overturned her outlook on life.
Qingxuan, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old at most, when he saw Jiang He, who was nearly 30 years old, he just patted him on the head, his movements filled with a strange feeling of doting.
When Wen Ranran saw this scene, she suddenly felt that her fujoshi soul was burning.
Qingxuan casually touched Jiang He's head, but finally fixed his gaze on Wen Ranran, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"Is this Miss Wen mentioned in your letter?" Qingxuan smiled and bowed to Wen Ranran.