[Jianwang III] Yellow sand is far above the sky

Half a month ago, it was raining continuously, and the whole city was covered with a sticky feeling.Although it was still early in the day, many hawkers along the street began to close, and the originally bustling street seemed unusually quiet at this time.

Mo Liuxiang looked at the hurrying people outside the window, and slowly moved his finger for pulse diagnosis: "The blockage of the blood vessels is a little more serious, didn't I tell you not to use your true energy last time?"

Tang Yichen put his wrists back into his sleeves, with a joking smile on the corner of his lips: "What can I do? Last month, in order to win the trust of Yang Guozhong, I asked the old Tianluo department to secretly arrange several assassinations. To show off your martial arts domineeringly in front of Lord Xiangguo, but you don't want to hurt these loyal subordinates, if you don't try your best..."

"Your life is yours, and no one else cares about it." Mo Liuxiang interrupted Tang Yichen unceremoniously, took out a pear wooden box and put it on the table: "Double the dose of the medicine, and even big things can't be adjusted within three days." Infuriating."

Tang Yichen opened the box, picked up a pill and sniffed it, frowned, "This time the medicine feels more bitter than last time." Then he salivated and smiled at Mo Liuxiang: "When you treated me last year, you just Saying that I don't live for a year, wouldn't it be a waste to prescribe me medicine now?"

Mo Liuxiang glared at Tang Yichen, and sneered: "Prescribe some life-sustaining medicine to prevent you from dying on the way and ruining my carefully arranged situation."

Tang Yichen carefully put away the box, and sneered twice: "The genius doctor calms down, I just said it casually." Tang Yichen picked up the wine glass on the table, and gently raised the jug to pour himself a drink: "Anyway, I don't have a doctor. Jin pays you, even if you exaggerate my illness, it's useless...Hey!"

Mo Liuxiang snatched the flagon from Tang Yichen's hand and threw it out of the window calmly, then closed the window blinds casually, ignoring Tang Yichen's dissatisfied protests.He looked at the depressed Tang Yichen, with a hint of a smile: "Take medicine and avoid alcohol."

Tang Yichen rubbed his nose, shrugged helplessly, and turned to stare at the closed window: "Did you find it for me?"

"The list has been handed out in the name of the Yang family. Based on what I know about Jing Baiyi, he will definitely take this list." Mo Liuxiang frowned and looked at Tang Yichen: "I disposed of it on the spot, or Waiting for you to come back and deal with it?"

Tang Yichen lifted the wine glass to his lips, only to realize that there was no drop of wine in the glass, and shook his head mockingly: "I don't even know if I can come back alive, you can figure it out, but now I don't hate them anymore .” He looked up at Mo Liuxiang: “Where is Alu?”

"This is not a tone of revenge." Mo Liuxiang teased and pointed at Tang Yichen's chest: "It seems that the arrow did not impress you."

Tang Yichen smiled slightly, and retorted: "It's better to be hurt than to be disheartened."

"Sometimes I feel that it would be nice if you were dead." Mo Liuxiang poured himself a cup of tea and filled Tang Yichen's cup too: "After you 'death', I will take the 'secret thorn' from Kuang Xiu "Ordering your old department of Tianluo to hide in the 'Nilin', in the current Tianluo, there is only that little girl who is willing to follow Jing Baiyi wholeheartedly."

"It's a boy." Tang Yichen answered abruptly, looked up at Mo Liuxiang who was confused, and smiled embarrassedly: "It seems that she is quite obedient, Zijin, if possible, when you subdue Tianluo, please Leave them alone."

Mo Liuxiang drank his tea without saying a word.

Tang Yichen looked at Mo Liuxiang, and reluctantly picked up the tea in front of him: "The way of assassination is one light and one dark. I never thought that a noble person like you would use the method of heaven." Tang Yichen touched the tea with his lips, Feeling a little hot: "Does Kuang Xiu know that it's me who plays Jing Ke this time?"

"He only knows that he is playing Fan Yuqi." Mo Liuxiang fell silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "That's why I chose you to be Jing Ke."

"It's easy to say, as long as Kuangxiu acts according to the plan, I can ensure his life is safe. If he... makes a mistake, I have no choice but to adapt accordingly. Speaking of which, you are fine in Chang'an, so you might as well book a good banquet , if we can come back alive, everyone will not return drunk, if... you can pay homage to us." Tang Yichen blew the tea leaves floating on the tea to the side: "Also, help me say something to Alu... ..."

"I don't care." Mo Liuxiang interrupted Tang Yichen, and looked up at him: "I have something to say when you come back."

Tang Yichen smiled and drank his tea: "That's fine."

"The Great Ceremony of the Tubo Nanzhao League is heavily guarded. I have already managed to let Kuang Xiu take your seven-string and five-tone notes. You are a master of organ learning. You can understand it at a glance, so I won't say more." Mo Liuxiang Put the teacup on the table, dipped some tea with his fingers, and drew a sketch on the table: "When meeting the alliance, Tubo Zanpu should be able to do a lot of ostentation. Go first." Mo Liuxiang moved the upside-down teacup, and gently tapped the bottom of the cup with his fingers: "You can use the excuse of Yang Guozhong's order to play the piano for Zanpu. An Lushan is now blindly flattering Yang Guozhong, so naturally he will do it wholeheartedly. Arrange for someone to escort you."

"Will you definitely arrange for me to go to this place?" Tang Yichen frowned and looked at Mo Liuxiang.

"Yes, because only that place is condescending, and it is not in the main venue." Mo Liuxiang paused, and continued: "Zanpu will not let any force interfere in his meeting with the Nanzhao special envoy, but Yang Guozhong and An Lu The face of the mountain is still to be given. The terrain is open and you can see the main venue at a glance. The only problem is..."

"Distance." Tang Yichen held his head and looked at the sketch made of water marks on the table: "The range of the seven strings and five notes is about [-] steps..."

"[-] steps." Mo Liuxiang looked at Tang Yichen: "The high platform is condescending, and your seven strings and five notes can probably reach [-] steps. Compared with the distance, I am more worried about whether you can hit it."

Tang Yichen frowned and shook his head: "I'm not sure about killing two people at once at the limit range."

"Actually, you don't need to kill both of them. Zanpu and the special envoy of Nanzhao only need to kill one." Mo Liuxiang suddenly had a gloomy look on his face: "If you kill one, they will not be able to understand each other. The person who was assassinated was Yang Guozhong's family secretary and the person who helped assassinate was An Lushan's subordinates. In this way, they will be suspicious of each other, and they will no longer be able to ally with each other. And An Lushan and Yang Guozhong will be suspicious of each other. It's not through this move to hide evil intentions..."

"It's a good move to get rid of the fire." Tang Yichen clapped his hands and applauded, and then found out a wine jar out of nowhere: "It should be clear about this! Hey! Hey..."

"I told you, you should avoid alcohol while taking the medicine." Mo Liuxiang snatched the jar from Tang Yichen's hand expressionlessly, and looked coldly at Tang Yichen, who was frowning: "I haven't finished talking yet, all of this is just talk on paper. Not to mention whether you succeed, the key is that although Yang Guozhong and An Lushan have their own ghosts, they are still the forces of the Tang Dynasty. If Nanzhao and Tubo believe that the Tang Dynasty destroyed the alliance, I am afraid that they will not be able to make it to the end of the alliance. The heart will be more determined."

Tang Yichen rubbed his chin: "If I'm afraid that the success rate is not enough, I can still gamble with lightness kung fu, but how to make Nanzhao and Tubo turn against each other is a matter of your 'chess'."

"I really have a plan, but this plan is interlocking and a bit cumbersome. The most important thing is that I can only come up with a general strategy, and the actual implementation depends on your adaptability."

Mo Liuxiang pushed open the window, and a gust of wind hit the table with scattered rain.Part of the dried water stains on the table mixed with the scattered rainwater, making the plans that were discussed in the palm of your hand blurred and messy, as if they were covered in mystery by the fog.

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