Break the line

Under the sword of the Golden Armored Guard.Sitting here today is Alisma, who has lived and died with me for ten years. Now, I have a choice, how about you? "Meng Hui's voice trembled slightly.

Alisma slowly raised his head, a gleam of light burst out of his eyes that had already returned to silence: "Master..."

"Call me Menghui."

"Meng Hui, can I follow you? The kind that promises to die?"

"it is good."

Fu Ling went back with Alisma, but turned back after a while, and plopped down on her knees in front of the hall as soon as she entered the door.

"Master, I would like to guarantee with my life that Alisma will no longer betray the Lord, please believe her." After saying that, she lay on the ground and couldn't get up.

People who betray their masters have never been reused since ancient times. Even if they stay for affection, it will still be a scar in their hearts.

"it is good."

When Fu Ling returned, Li Zui sighed deeply: "Sure enough, the ten years of friendship between their sisters is still the same." After saying that, he tugged on Meng Hui's sleeve: "We are deeper and longer than them, aren't we..."

But Meng Hui looked at Fuling's disappearing figure, and said calmly, "I'm afraid Fuling won't talk to her again."

Sure enough, Fu Ling came in and took out the three chapters of the covenant: "Alisma, although the lord has forgiven you, I must guard against you rebelling against the lord again. You must know that if you are a thief for a day, you will never use it for the rest of your life. Therefore, from now on, my daily whereabouts will be my responsibility." You must know them one by one, you must not keep them private, and you must not..."

On this day, Fu Ling, who has always been wide-eyed and not sensible enough, finally put on a sensible mask, frowning coldly at the people closest to her, letting her soft eyes fall on her sleeping face only in the middle of the night.

Alisma, it's your duty to spy on him since childhood, so it's hard to say right or wrong.But helping the evildoers, you cannot escape the guilt, so I will spend the rest of my life watching over you and not making any more mistakes!

Also protect you, don't make mistakes again, okay?

Please.

Thousands of miles away, Jingjiwei has already controlled the entire capital. In the prison, a scarred young man gritted his teeth and let the jailer shove his legs soaked in hot water into ice water. In an instant, his veins were severed, his roar spread throughout the dungeon and into the imperial city, and in the empty apse, a crazy woman with disheveled hair was circling madly, muttering: "Uncle Lu, Master Lu, old Lu, little Lu, all are Lu..."

Turning around abruptly, she grabbed the little eunuch Ajia who was following her closely: "Chang'an, Chang'an, run, Chang'an!"

Outside the palace, the huge palace of King Xiande was suddenly so quiet. King Xiande had locked himself in his room for seven days, and the smoke circle of eternal life rose slowly. His entire palace was stuffed into the imperial palace, firmly pressed against the Qingji Palace where the former emperor lived when he was the prince.

With his eyes flushed, he clenched his fists excitedly, and what he longed for was this moment of praise from all peoples.

A middle-aged woman climbed out of a small hole in the Shangshu Mansion on the wall next to the Wang Mansion. Qi Shangshu with a white beard hurriedly stepped forward with his wife and pulled out the woman: "My niece, I have suffered for so many years."

Song Duwei beside him cupped his hands: "Thank you Qi Shangshu for helping us rescue Miss Chao. My general asked you to close the door. If there is any crisis, please go to the southeast as soon as possible. The Luo family in Danzhou will protect you!"

In the boundless desert, dark clouds rolled up in the distance, covering the sky and covering the sky. A group of four hurriedly lay down on the ground, hiding in the gap between two camels. After a while after the black wind and sand passed, a young man struggled to get out from the sand After spitting out the mouthful of fools, a few other people were pulled out, but the camel was already dead, and the four of them walked west step by step, to the West Camp, the last reliance!

On the Yujiang River, ship after ship of goods was being transported to Quanzhou on the other side of the river. Mr. Shi Fu whispered: "What ship is it?"

The follower looking at the cargo ship replied: "65 ships!"

"What if it's all gunpowder?" He turned to ask the pyrotechnician.

The old man was startled, and the pipe fell from his mouth: "Hey, is this going to blow up half the sky?"

Ah, why is the next chapter still under review?

-Complete-

Chapter 63

The days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Li Zui had been in Xizhou for half a month, and gradually got used to the customs and the people here, but found that Meng Hui became more and more busy.

It was already midnight, and Li Zui, who had pricked up his ears, suddenly heard light footsteps, and pushed the door cautiously, she sat up quickly: "Meng Hui?"

"Yeah," a tired voice sounded, with a strong nasal sound.

"Are you sick?" Li Zui turned on the oil lamp and got up to dig through the medicine box.

Meng Hui took off his outer robe, sat at the table and took a sip of water, it was neither cold nor hot, it was just right.

"A little tired, it's okay." His eyes fell on Li Zui, who was squatting on the ground looking for wind-cold medicine in thin underwear, his exhaustion melted away.

"This, Guifu dispelling cold pills, huh?" She handed over the small pills sealed in white wax.

Meng Hui didn't refuse, took the medicine and took the medicine with warm water.Under the lights, Li Zui's eyes were smiling and looked at her, but even if she had a thousand questions, she didn't ask, she didn't ask.

"I have already learned about the general situation of Xizhou. The population is only 32, which is really not that much. Sixty percent of the population is farming, thirty percent is mining, and the rest is in trade, but all the people are soldiers."

I don't know when, the original hostile and unwilling young man became so honest, down-to-earth, and successful today, but being the master of turning things around is not enough.

"Poria Alisma has returned to the Pope." Meng Hui shook his lips, and finally revealed his plan. Li Zui is no longer a naive child, she should know.

"Go back? Mobilize the influence of the Pope in Xizhou?" Li Zui frowned, because Xizhou is a safe corner, and under the tight control of the Pope, it is not easy to think about it.

"Meng Hui, the thing about being able to fly... I don't want to see those who are fighting for their lives destined to die." Li Zui finally sighed.

In her plan, more is to use Li's imperial power to find someone, land, and money from her little cousin.In a sparsely populated place where the environment is not bad, set aside a piece of territory owned by Princess Jialan, move out batches of Xizhou people, and gradually improve people's livelihood, so that everyone has food to eat, and life is no longer so difficult. Enlightenment changes the attitudes of ordinary people towards strangers little by little. After three years, five years, ten years, it will gradually develop in a good direction.

The personal guards she sent to the capital, carrying Li's golden seal, will surely arrive safely, and Chang'an will grant her request.

Meng Hui looked at Li Zui in front of her, she was sincere and serious, but she still didn't understand how to fight for power without shed blood and sacrifice, the imperial court, the Jingjiwei, the pope, the big clans, who were not the vested interests of the Xizhou policy 800 years ago who?The heavy burden of tens of thousands of people and the abnormal blood that cannot be changed, it is not that the Li family has worked hard, but it is too difficult.

At noon, Teng San, who hadn't seen him for several days, came, carrying a rattan basket with a big belly.

"Come and taste it, my wife's Taizong cake!" Teng San lifted the lid, and a salty aroma rushed to his face.

The two sides are golden, and when they are broken apart, there is red meat filling in the shortbread, which looks completely different from the usual meatloaf.

Li Zui quickly took a bite, um, his mouth was filled with the aroma of meat wrapped in the milky aroma of ghee, and... smacking his mouth: "Is it ham?"

"Good tongue! It's the shredded ham that has been air-dried for three years!" Teng San smiled and left some meatloaf, carrying a wicker basket to the next family.

Li Zui was very satisfied after eating one, picked up another one, broke it and handed it to Meng Hui: "Why is it called Taizong Cake?"

"It's the cake given by Taizong." Seeing that Li Zui, who had been thinking hard all day long, finally became childish with gluttony and had some freshness, he also teased her.

Li Zui froze for a moment, stopped chewing his mouth, and asked in a daze, "My ancestor?"

"Taizong, he is a good man." Meng Hui gave her half a cup of tea, too greasy and easy to accumulate food, it is better to have some bitter tea.

"At that time, Taizu suddenly gave the throne to his younger brother Taizong, and he went to Chuanjiao Mountain to practice and established the pope. Your ancestor who picked up the throne, Emperor Taizong, came to visit every year. Soon, Xizhou was suffering from hunger and cold. Human beings, that is, the first batch of aliens who came over discovered that every time Taizong came to Chuanjiao Mountain, he had to visit Beishan and leave a lot of sacrifices in the name of worshiping heaven. At that time, when the assigned people left, they came down Beishan At night, these people went back along the path, sneaked back in the dark and ate the sacrifices, which were rice, noodles, meat and vegetables in bamboo baskets, as well as quilts and medicines. What was even more strange was that there were no guards on the altar, as if Leave it for others to steal."

Li Zui raised his eyes in surprise: "Did Emperor Taizong do it on purpose?"

Meng Hui nodded: "Well, Taizong gave it away for 32 years until his death. In the beginning, the people of Xizhou survived the harsh winter and the days when there were no birds or animals to a large extent because of the things Taizong gave them. .”

"Since he wants to save the people of Xizhou, why doesn't he continue to pass on the message to future generations, or make it more public?" Li Zui still couldn't understand the half of good people and good deeds of his ancestors.

"Then I have to ask your uncle. I remember you said about the little prince Yiren. At that time, the people of Xizhou at that time would find the most exquisite gold box in the annual sacrifices. Food and clothing costs, from bellybands to adult jade crowns."

"Yes... I know! Taizong sent something to his nephew!" Li Zui suddenly realized.

Meng Hui nodded: "Taizu is a harsh person. Taizong has always been afraid of him. Naturally, he can't openly rescue Xizhou. Abandoning these aliens is Taizu's decree. But he should know something. The little prince is probably alive. Xizhou, as an uncle, all he can do is to send things every year, so as to give his nephew an extra life."

Seeing that Li Zui was silent, Meng Hui had no choice but to break another Taizong cake and hand it over