The vast river water stretches for thousands of miles, the thick waves rumble. On the banks of the river is an ancient city that has stood for thousands of years.

Jiankang City, the capital of the southern Huai River, and the location of the Huai Palace.

A small hill like a spire stands northwest of the stone city wall, between Jiankang City and the river.

The north Gu Cliff of Mufu Mountain, the riverside rises hundreds of feet above the ground. You can overlook the vast river water. The moonlit night is even more desolate here. A deep ancient road from the north gate of Jiankang reaches the hills, and the sound of several fast horses trampling on the ground is hidden in the sound of the river water and gallops to the bottom of the mountain.

The old man in a cloak jumped off the horse, held the horse, looked at the top of the mountain, and could see two figures under the bright moon. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is like a bright plate, the night is like daytime, and the starry sky is dim and dull.

As we approached the river, the wind was much stronger at night. The old man tightened his cloak and was about to climb the mountain on the stairs, but he was stopped by a maid waiting at the foot of the mountain. The maid said in panic: "The prime minister, the king has an order, no one can go up the mountain to disturb him."

"Get out!"

The old man shook his cloak and showed a sharp gaze. With his shout, the entourage behind him had unshelfed his sword.

"Prime Minister, please don't make things difficult for me."

The maid knelt down on the ground in panic, blocking the way up the mountain with her weak body. The old man glanced at the maid and had a long breath. I don't know if it was angry or thinking.

He knew that no matter whoever ordered the command given by the Huai King, he would swear to the death. He could easily step over the girl's body and go to the top of the mountain, but if so, the maid could only apologize for death, and there was no other way.

"Meng Xiang, why bother with the little palace maid?"

Unconsciously, the woman walking down from the mountain gently swayed the folding fan and smiled slightly, as if she was persuading and laughing.

The woman waved her hand and the maid gave her to the side, and the old man's road to the mountain was unobstructed.

The old man snorted coldly and said, "Princess Min and the king left the palace, and only brought one palace maid, aren't you afraid of assassins?"

"Huaidi is under the jurisdiction of the father. If he cannot ensure safety when traveling, how can he ask the people to live in peace?" The woman smiled and pulled out half of the sword on her waist, as if she was intimidating. "What do Meng Xiang say or news from the north can be passed by the princess, and Meng Xiang can return the same way after he finished speaking."

"What if I don't agree?"

Princess Min sneered: "Then I have to ask about this Princess's sword first!"

In an instant, Princess Min's long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light under the moon stabbed at the old man. The old man just turned sideways slightly, avoided the sword, and then hit the sword with his chest. The cold light fell to the ground like a broken winged bird, and the old man's body was running quickly towards the top of the mountain.

Princess Min sighed and abandoned her sword and chased her quickly.

"The bright moon shines on the starry sky, not good, not good." On the stone platform on the top of the mountain, the old scholar in a wide robe held up a pen in his hand and wrote five words on the paper. Then he shook his head again, raised his head slightly, and looked at the bright moon hanging in the air. The moon was starry and his face was calm, and he could not see the change in his expression.

"Please beg you to the king." The old man walked to the top of the mountain, without any gasping or fatigue, and said in a gentle tone.

"Brother Meng, you are a steady person. You have never seen you care about the younger generation after thirty years." The old scholar said with a smile. Princess Min had already chased to the top of the mountain. Her breath was disordered, and she calmed her breath and stood beside her.

The old man sighed and said, "That person is dead."

"Bang!" The pen that was originally tightly held in the old scholar's hand suddenly fell on the paper, leaving a dot of ink. As the dot of ink expanded, the smile on the old scholar's face also became ferocious.

"when?"

"Ten days ago, the night of the fifth day of the eighth month. Now Chang'an City has entered the mourning period. The imperial court summoned the king to the capital to congratulate the new king. It was the south bank of the river that came to Chang'an City. "The old man sighed, "Now there are not many scouts left in Guanzhong."

The old man handed over a piece of blood-stained silk cloth. Judging from the colorful blood stains on the silk cloth, this secret report has been turned by many people, and many people have ruined their lives for it. The secret report ends with the last report from Mingjin, the man who was using the power of King Huai to escort the King of Chu to Jiangnan.

The old scholar sighed and said, "I'm crazy, this younger brother must be crazy. The bloodline he tried hard to maintain was just to make him the emperor. He still had to take a next step to chess that others couldn't understand before dying. This chess path is really unpredictable."

"It may not be so. If Liu Wenyan was really usurping the edict and erected, then Mr. Jin's words might not be without cause. With Yuan Bolang's wisdom, it would be impossible to stop Liu Wenyan from taking over the power of the court."

"Liu Wenyan, Liu Wenyan."

The old scholar recited the name twice silently, and suddenly looked at Princess Min and asked, "Min'er, you met this person when you went to Chang'an, and let's talk about his character."

Princess Min replied respectfully: "Shitly and deceitful, hypocritical."

"Yes, this young man is not simple." said the old scholar. "Li Niang has also mentioned him many times, retreating the Turks and quelling the rebellion. He is inevitably told that he is always the one who hears his name again and again. The affairs of the Feng family's siblings are mostly the woven situation. The third emperor nephew... the fifth emperor nephew, now even the fourth emperor nephew has fallen. A mere King of Chu will not take it in his eyes. Hurry up another one? I'm afraid my younger brother may not be as hopeless as stupid as he is."

The old scholar paused and picked up the pen that had fallen down again, "Tell Jin'er, tell him not to bring the King of Chu here for the time being, find a place to avoid it for the time being."

The old man was stunned and asked, "What does the king mean?"

"The new emperor summons him. When you are uncles, you always have to give him some face. Brother Meng, if you don't do this, you will accompany Min'er to Guanzhong again. See if the new emperor is a wise king or a puppet emperor."

Princess Min, who was standing beside him, hurriedly saluted: "Father, at this time, Guanzhong has a severe drought. Why don't we take over the King of Chu and raise an army to support the king in his name? If you miss such a good opportunity, you may not have another chance in the future!"

The old scholar held a pen, as if thinking about the meaning of the five words on paper, and smiled and said, "There are opportunities, only Guanzhong has tens of thousands of soldiers. I think my Huai army has many elite soldiers and no external troubles. I have achieved the Tao and have many help. This time I go to Chang'an, Min'er, you should not come back for the time being."

Princess Min was shocked and said, "What is the father's intention?"

"Take a walk along the way and go to the territories of other vassal kings. It is always good to have a relationship with the same clan. Take some of my polite rituals and greetings from you, and you must not lose your etiquette. Our Su family wants to be at peace with the world and the people. Those who make power and scheming are too tiring, so don't think too much."

Princess Min was originally worried that her father intended to let her serve as a hostage to show that he was not treasonable. After hearing this, she finally understood that her father could not wait to take action.

Contacting other vassal kings is the first step in action. "Getting the truth and helping others" reveals the mystery in one sentence.

The old scholar sighed to the moon: "The bright moon shines on the starry sky, and the bright moon shines on the bright sky is just a moment of glory. It is better to fill it with it. The bright moon hugs the starry sky. If you don't take advantage of the short time of the light, you will regret it when the light fades away." (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian, the novel is better and faster!)
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