Murong Shun's sharp eyes swept over these ministers, and there was even more hostility in his anger. The Hu people had not recovered their strength for a long time since the defeat of the previous dynasty, and now they dared to invade on a large scale, and the certificate of credence he handed over
The treasure left by the founder of the country was suddenly mentioned. Could it be that this legendary treasure actually exists?
For the first time, Murong Shun had an ominous premonition, not from the invasion of the barbarians, but from the overt and covert fighting within the royal family.
"According to my decree, Xu Mushan, the general of the Hussars, is commanding a 600,000-strong army at the border to resist the invasion of the barbarians." Murong Shun concentrated for a moment and then ordered.
The ministers responded quickly, not daring to be careless in the slightest. Seeing that the emperor had no other instructions, they quickly bowed and left the hall. The hall was empty except for Murong Shun, who looked lonely at the afterglow that was about to set on the imperial city.
This mountain is quieter than the lonely mountain palace. In the evening, the cool breeze blows through, revealing the fragrance of bamboo. The moonlight shadows are slanting horizontally, and the orchids and jade trees have a poetic flavor. It has to be said that here
The owner is an extremely elegant person with good taste
After staying here for a few days, Qin Wan'er finally realized that Murong Xiao's master was actually Ning Yuannan, the famous ghost master in the world. Although he was young, he was well-read in the world of poetry, etiquette and music.
There are relatively in-depth studies on the Eight Diagrams, military books and medical science.
It’s no wonder that many of the royal family’s disciples worshiped him. However, this man knew how to protect himself wisely, retired to the mountains and forests, and never wanted to participate in the partisanship of the court.
Qin Wan'er was lying on the wicker chair. She had just coiled up her three thousand black hair after taking a bath. Her slightly smooth cheeks were filled with a faint blush, giving her a shyness of a young girl.
"Why are you here alone?" A woman's voice suddenly came from behind. When Qin Wan'er turned around, it was Murong Xiao's mistress who remembered the joke she had made during the day. Qin Wan'er couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She was becoming more and more impure.
"Hello, Master!" Qin Waner followed Murong Xiao's call and called sweetly.
The woman nodded slightly and sat down casually, "Why don't you go to the backyard with Murong Xiao? He and his master are playing chess. It would be nice to go and have a look."
Qin Wan'er smiled, put a grape on the side into her mouth, and her mouth immediately became fragrant. The sweetness filled her mouth, and the aroma was filling. "I won't go, it's nice to watch the moonlight alone here."
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The woman shook her head slightly and looked at Qin Wan'er's eyes with more meaning. "Go and see, you will gain something." She left these words and walked away. Qin Wan'er looked at the woman's back and felt slightly in her heart.
Some doubts
Under an extremely secluded bamboo forest, the shadows of two people were reflected in moss. The gravel road was covered with fallen leaves. It was obviously a place where few people visited. The crows of crows in the distance made people feel a little annoyed, especially here.
People who play chess are even more uneasy
"It's your turn." Ning Yuannan, the master of the ghost sect, put down his sunglasses, took a slight sip of tea, and said softly
Murong Xiao smiled and said nothing, but he was confident. He dropped the white piece in his hand, and the entire chess layout was immediately changed. The black piece that originally had the upper hand was now on the verge of defeat. It has to be said that the white piece is the best
But he has the ability to see the overall situation