After accidentally having a cub with the prince of the enemy country

Zhao Yan was overjoyed and wanted to go out to meet people immediately.

Unexpectedly, Jimo Qingyu shouted: "Stop."

Zhao Yan was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what Master meant.

Jimo Qingyu has already ordered coldly: "Tell him, the old man has rested and cannot see guests."

The domestic servant took the order and went to deliver the message.

Zhao Yan was shocked and confused. Didn't the master always want to accept him, the future junior brother, as a closed disciple, but he couldn't ask for it before, why now he took the initiative to send him to the door, but disappeared.

The servant came back quickly and said hesitantly: "Master Xiang, that young gentleman said that he is not in a hurry, and is standing outside the door waiting for Master Xiang to wake up."

Looking at the pouring rain, Zhao Yan couldn't help but said, "Master, if you stand outside in such a cold day, you will get sick."

Jimo Qingyu snorted coldly, turned around and went back to the room without saying a word.

Zhao Yan didn't dare to say anything more, and silently followed in to serve.

The domestic servant couldn't bear it, went out, looked at Jiang Yun who was still standing in the rain, still in a beautiful green shirt, and said: "Our Prime Minister has really rested, Mr. Xiaolang, why don't you come back tomorrow."

The rain was too heavy, even though Shifang was holding an umbrella, Jiang Yun's sleeves were still wet a lot.

Jiang Yun returned a gentle salute to him, his eyes were calm, and he said, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

The domestic servant had no choice but to sigh, and turned back to the house.

Xin Dao, this young gentleman looks bright and elegant, as if he came to study with an open mind. Although Xiangye is a little grumpy, he has always been patient with those students who really devote themselves to learning, and I don't know why he is so cruel this time.

In Shifang, a martial arts practitioner since childhood, after standing for less than a moment, he felt cold all over and couldn't bear it. He was worried that Jiang Yun's body would not be able to bear it, so he said: "Young master, why don't you go back to the car and rest, the subordinate is here Just wait."

Jiang Yun shook his head and said it's okay.

He just ordered Ji An to fetch paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and sat down on the floor under the eaves of Xiangfu, spread the rice paper on his knees, and began to write with a brush against the rainy sky.

Half an hour later, Jimo Qingyu summoned a servant and asked, "Is he still outside?"

The servant replied yes.

Cautiously asked: "Does Xiangye want to see him?"

Jimo Qingyu said with a cold face that he couldn't see.

"He likes to stand, let him stand."

The servant retreated again.

Jimo Qingyu reprimanded the big disciple: "You're asked to grind, why are you always stretching your neck and looking out? If you want to go out, get out and stand in the yard!"

Zhao Yan was wronged.

God knows why the old master had to practice calligraphy in the middle of the night.

If you really don't want to see each other, wouldn't it be better to just turn off the lights and go to sleep?

He also scolded him for looking out, it was obvious that someone else was looking out with his neck stretched out, okay?

But Zhao Yan didn't dare to say it.

Half an hour later, the servant came in again.

Jimo Qingyu frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

The servant carefully brought a stack of rice paper that was soaked in rain to Jimo Qingyu, and said: "This is a new article written by the young gentleman outside the mansion. He said that after the Prime Minister wakes up, I would like to ask the Prime Minister to review and give some pointers." .”

Jimo Qingyu was stunned.

"His new work?"

"Yes, the old slave has been watching secretly. The young man, sitting under the eaves of our prime minister's mansion, wrote it now. His body was drenched in the rain, and his cuffs were soaked. It was done in one go, without stopping in the middle. The demeanor of my grandfather when he was young."

Jimo Qingyu gave him a cold look.

The servant laughed and said, "If Master Xiang doesn't want to read it, this old slave will give it back to him. Although this young man is very hardworking, it's really inappropriate to come here in the middle of the night to invite Master Xiang to read the article."

The domestic servant was about to withdraw the paper.

The corner of Jimo Qingyu's mouth twitched for a moment, and said, "Wait."

"Bring it."

He said with a serious face.

The servant should be, and hurriedly presented the rice paper in his hand to the desk respectfully.

At first, Jimo Qingyu couldn't put down his airs to read, but then he couldn't help taking a first look, and after the first look, he couldn't help taking a second look, then, he simply picked up the stack of papers, staring intently, and breathed a sigh of relief. Read the whole article.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he stood up stroking his beard, showing admiration uncontrollably.

Zhao Yan asked curiously from the side: "Little brother, is this article written extremely well?"

Jimo Qingyu said casually: "If any of you can reach one-tenth of him, why would you waste your tongue scolding you every day..."

Halfway through the speech, he suddenly realized something was wrong, shut his mouth tightly, and then gave his disciple a stern look: "Who is your junior brother?!"

Jiang Yun was still sitting under the eaves watching the rain.

The raindrops fell on his clear cheeks and slender eyelashes, creating a faint sense of tide, which added a touch of hazy beauty to the elegance. His whole body was like jade washed by water, warm and translucent.

Shifang stood on one side with an umbrella, watching the raindrops dripping on Xiao Langjun's blue cuffs.

Shi Fang said again: "My lord, let's go rest in the carriage first."

He was really worried that Jiang Yun would fall ill.

Jiang Yun still said it's okay.

He raised his eyes, smiled at him in relief, and said, "We don't have much time, and I don't want to waste it."

Moreover, he quite likes watching the rain.

Sitting on the street and looking at it, it has a special flavor.

At this moment, there was a creak, and the two tightly closed doors of the Prime Minister's Mansion slowly opened.

The servant came out with an umbrella, and under the umbrella stood the handsome and straight left minister Jimo Qingyu in a sapphire blue robe.

Jimo Qingyu's eyes fell on Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun stood up, folded his hands, and saluted him as a junior.

Jimo Qingyu put his hands behind his back and looked at the past coldly: "You didn't like the old man's door before, but the old man's door can't be entered by anyone who wants to. Are you so sure that the old man will see you?"

Jiang Yun raised his head, his eyes were clear, and said: "I'm not sure, but since Prime Minister Zuo is willing to condescend to see me, I think I should bet right."

Jimo Qingyu didn't speak for a while.

"come in."

He pursed the corners of his mouth, left a sentence expressionless, and turned back to the house.

The rain was pouring down, and it was heavier than before. Shi Fang and Ji An were waiting at the bottom of the steps, looking anxiously into the tea room. Mr. Xiao Lang had already entered for half an hour, but he still hadn't come out.

The servants kindly brought them hot tea.

Shi Fang couldn't help asking sideways, "Is Prime Minister Zuo still talking to our young master?"

The servant laughed and said, "Master Zuo is reviewing articles for Mr. Xiao Lang."

Shifang: "..."

Jimo Qingyu was not only reviewing articles, but also inspecting the coursework. He successively inspected several recently read classics that seemed to him to have something to say, and picked any passages, no matter how obscure, Jiang Yun could answer them fluently.

Some viewpoints and insights made Jimo Qingyu feel refreshed.

Jimo Qingyu put down the book with a cold face, and said: "You have never neglected your studies, and you are not like what you said before. You have no ambitions, are lazy and slack. Why do you use lies to prevaricate the old man? Are you being coerced?"

It couldn't be more obvious who the "person" he was talking about was.

Jiang Yun said: "There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, I just happened to be able to answer a few sentences today. This does not conflict with the junior's lack of ambition. And - I lied to the left minister, in fact, I have already worshiped a teacher when I was at home, and not only One, if I worship Zuo Xiang as my teacher again, it will be disrespectful to Zuo Xiang, and also disrespectful to my previous teacher."

Jimo Qingyu immediately asked sourly: "Who do you worship?"

Jiang Yun said: "It's a few masters invited by the family. They are just ordinary teachers, and they are not well-known."

Jimo Qingyu was skeptical, because he didn't really believe that a few unknown mountain village folks could teach such excellent students.But he couldn't refute for a while.

Then he continued with a cold face: "Are you here for him today?"

Jiang Yun nodded.

Jimo Qingyu sneered: "How can you be sure that the old man will meddle in his business? Haven't you heard how the old man scolded him when he was usually in court?"

"A tyrannical crown prince who is sure to take revenge, is warlike, and dares to shoot and kill Qi's envoys in public at a banquet. Why did the old man save him?"

Jiang Yundao: "But he is also a man of wisdom and courage, with the heart of a child, courageous, cunning, and capable. He would rather put all his eggs in one basket, walk alone, take the most difficult and dangerous road, and would not submit to the control of the aristocratic family." , to be the heir apparent of Yan's puppet, isn't it?"

"If not—"

Jiang Yun raised his eyes, looking at this upright, upright, sharp-tongued, and never flattering first official of the Sui Dynasty. "Left Prime Minister wouldn't secretly go to the north to donate food and grass three years ago."

The sky just rolled over thunder again.

Jiang Yun's voice was not high, but it was better than Jinglei.

Zhao Yan, who was standing by the side, opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking in disbelief at Jimo Qingyu who was sitting on the floor with a straight face.

He served by his side every day, so why didn't he know that his master had smuggled food and grass to the north, didn't his master hate the crown prince the most?

Jimo Qingyu didn't move his eyes, and looked at Jiang Yun with a complicated expression.

Think, it is too transparent, too smart.

It is really like a piece of exquisitely carved jade with stunning brilliance.

Such a beautiful jade should not compete with the world, stay with the green mountains and flowing water, study knowledge without distraction, and not be contaminated by any secular mud.

Unfortunately, it was snatched away by an ambitious wolf ahead of time.

Jimo Qingyu was a little upset.

Cabbage was upset by pigs.

He snorted coldly, and said: "So what if it's true, this time and that time, I can't bear to watch tens of thousands of soldiers freeze to death in the north because of his impulsiveness and recklessness. Will he continue to step on the bones and blood of the soldiers?"

Jiang Yun smiled faintly: "Would the left minister be willing to watch the Yan family step on the bones and blood of innocent people to ascend to power? As far as I know, it was only one year old last year, and due to various reasons, Qu died under the head of Yan family." There are thousands of people in the hands of the aristocratic family. Some of them starved to death because they lost their fields, some were beaten to death because they offended local tyrants, and some even died on the side of the road without doing anything. People received. Last year, the Nine Camps were ordered to resettle the refugees, colluded with each other, greedy for money and food for disaster relief, and in the twelfth lunar month of winter, nearly a thousand refugees were driven to the mountains, and they were left to freeze to death. It is a tradition for the condemned prisoner to serve as a shield wall to open the way. During the Lishan mutiny, the Yan family was even more frenzied and buried countless explosives in the mountain to let the unsuspecting people be buried with them for their selfish desires. Is this the world and common people that Prime Minister Zuo wants to see? "

"I know that in the eyes of Prime Minister Zuo, he may be a prince who is warlike and does not meet the standards set by Qingliu Daru, but he runs the army strictly, has strict military discipline, and the soldiers under his command strictly prohibit him. He has never massacred cities and villages, looted and harassed As for the affairs of the people, at least he is a clear-headed prince who is willing to treat the people well. The general situation of the world is divided and reunited, and no one can predict who will die in the end. But in the future... If the world really falls into his hands, ordinary Li Shu still There is a way to survive, if it falls into the hands of the Yan family, it may be the beginning of another catastrophe and nightmare for the common people in the world."

"I came tonight not to ask Prime Minister Zuo to save a prince who is not pleasing to the eye, but to ask Prime Minister Zuo to save the common people in the future."

Jiang Yun naturally came here after doing his homework.

He knew that although Jimo Qingyu belonged to the Qing sect and never participated in the party and government of the court, the Jimo clan had a very deep foundation in Jiangbei.Jimo Qingyu is able to be a pure minister without any scruples, in addition to her temperament, she also has her family background as her support.The Jimo family has a mysterious black cavalry, which is composed of rangers with unique skills. They can travel unimpededly between any country and deliver messages, and their strength is not inferior to any professional scouts.

Right now, only Mo Qi of the Jimo family can do it if he wants to overcome the heavy blockade set by the Yan family and pass the news to Mount Li accurately.

Xiao Langjun's elegant voice echoed in the room.

Not only Zhao Yan was stunned, but even Jimo Qingyu lost his mind for a moment.

"you……"

He couldn't help but want to ask, who are you? Are you really just an ordinary student from the countryside? How can an ordinary student have such far-sighted insights.

The world is bustling, the world is bustling, most people spend their lives in poverty, they only care about personal success or failure, fame and future, and it would be nice to be able to understand the whole family.This is the first time that Jimo Qingyu heard someone talking about the common people in front of him, instead of the power struggle and turmoil in the Sui capital Chaotang.

Jimo Qingyu's gaze was as sharp as lightning for a moment, and he asked: "Do you think he will have the ability to take the whole world into his pocket in the future? But Jiang Rongyu, the prince of the Jiang Kingdom, who is just across the river, is not inferior to him in talent and wrist, what do you think?" Are you sure he will win?"

Jiang Yun: "I don't know about the others, but there is one thing, Jiang Rongyu may not be as good as him."

"Which point?"

"Jiang Rongyu, I'm afraid his body is not as good as his."

"..."

Jimo Qingyu thought he was referring to the matter that the Prince Jiang fell off a cliff and was seriously injured, so he snorted: "Even if there is no Jiang Rongyu, there may be Zhang Rongyu and Gu Rongyu in the future. He is too sharp and ambitious now. Such a big Sui capital can hardly contain his ambition. The power is crazy, he is like a sharp knife, if there is no scabbard that can restrain his ambition, the old man will I will not rest assured that the world and Li Shu will be handed over to him."

Jiang Yun's chest felt cold, and he felt like coughing.

He picked up the hot tea on the desk and took a sip.

He touched the tea bowl with plain white knuckles, and his voice was gentle and ruthless: "Power makes people crazy. It is on the premise that they can get anything and achieve any goal with power. But if he knows, God's will has been difficult to ask since ancient times. Some things, some things, cannot be achieved by strength alone, so naturally he will not fall into madness."

Jimo Qingyu looked at this young man full of secrets: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yun: "I heard that there was a Linglong Pagoda in the Sui Dynasty. It was majestic and majestic, soaring into the clouds. When you climb to the top of the tower, you can cover the sun with your hands, and you can hear the startling wind when you look down. Even small ants will have the ambition to conquer the world. I I want to set up a game on the tower, and wait for the ambitious people in the world to come to fight."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yun stood up and bid farewell to Jimo Qingyu.

Jimo Qingyu's expression became more and more complicated, and after a long time, he said: "Three years ago, the old man sent Moqi under his command to the northern border to donate food, but before that batch of food reached the northern border, he had already walked out of the snow mountain with his own strength. "

"He is not an ordinary lone wolf, I hope you can... arrange this game well."

Jiang Yun bowed calmly with him, turned and walked out of the tea room.

It was windy and windy outside, and the thunder continued.

Jiang Yun raised his head, staring quietly at the rain, and then stretched out his fingers, letting the rain slip from his fingers.

Shi Fang rushed forward with an umbrella and asked, "Did Prime Minister Zuo agree to help His Highness?"

Jiang Yun nodded and smiled at him.

Said: "Let's go to Linglong Tower."