Nightwatcher Chapter 204: Monster Mission

In order to conceal his identity, Xu Qi'an did not ride a small mare. After all, a beautiful horse like a small mare is easy to recognize.

Heavy rain is pouring, and he is riding on the carriage of Xu Mansion with wheels rolling towards the imperial city.

The carriage was blocked outside the gate of the imperial city, and the soldiers guarding the city saw the word "Xu" written on the body, so they didn't dare to be careless, so they went forward to check.

Looking at the capital, there is only one Xu family who can enter the imperial city. In this Xu family, someone cut the country's lord with a knife and offended the royal family, the clan and the honorable group.

He must not be put into the imperial city.

Xu Qi'an opened the curtain and passed the official card.

After the soldiers checked, they were still not allowed to pass, so they notified Habayashi Hundred.

Hundred households of Habayashi hurried over in the heavy rain, took the official card and looked at it for a few times, and then looked at the handsome young man sitting in the car, examined his face for a moment, and said:

"Master Xu is off today?"

Xu Qi'an didn't wear Erlang's official gown, and traveled in casual clothes.

Xu Xinnian is a concubine of the Imperial Academy, and the Imperial Academy is in the imperial city. He is eligible to enter and leave the imperial city. But because of the day off today, the hundred households of Yu Lin Wei only asked again.

The guards of the imperial city are very vigilant towards our family. I'm sure that if it were me, even if it was taken by Huaiqing or Lin'an, I wouldn't be able to enter the palace. This is the sequelae of the Wumen scolding the street and the abduction of the two national princes... He pinched Xu Erlang's voice and said calmly:

"The official went to visit Lord Shoufu."

Visit Lord Shoufu.........Habayashi Wei Hundred Eyes looked at him again, and finally nodded: "Let Master Xu in."

The carriage passed through the doorway of the city gate and drove into the imperial city, heading towards Wang Shoufu’s mansion.

Habayashi on the city wall watched the carriage go away in the right direction.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Xu Qi'an said: "Go left."

According to the words, the coachman changed direction and the carriage drove away from the original distance. Under the command of Xu Qi'an, the coachman who had passed through the imperial city in the future successfully sent Xu Dalang to Lingbaoguan with his excellent driving skills.

Xu Qi'an got out of the car under the umbrella and passed the pass by the little Taoist guarding the gate. Without accident, he entered the Lingbao Temple smoothly.

He didn't forget to let the carriage enter the Lingbao Temple through the side door instead of stopping at the gate conspicuously.

If the old fellow Yuanjing Emperor happened to come to meditate and see the carriage, the situation would be bad.

Passing through the halls and small courtyards dedicated to the ancestors of the people, to the depths of the Lingbao Temple, in that secluded courtyard, in the quiet room, I saw the beautiful female national teacher.

She has a calm expression, her temperament is indifferent and elegant, like a fairy in the sky.

Huaiqing is also a cold and arrogant beauty, but Huaiqing's temperament tends to be noble and arrogant, while Luo Yuheng's coldness, matched with her dress, and the gorgeous red cinnabar between her eyebrows, highlights the sacredness and immortality. gas.

At this moment, seeing the beautiful face of the national teacher goodbye, Xu Qi'an's mentality slightly changed, and what he thought was: She is the woman I can't bear to blaspheme in bed.

The next thought is: Fortunately, the Chinese teacher does not understand Buddhism and his mind, otherwise I may die in place.

Luo Yuheng sat at the table with two cups of hot tea on the table.

Xu Qi'an took the seat tacitly, took a sip of tea, and his eyes cleared in a flash: "Good tea!"

The entrance is slightly bitter, rap for three seconds, and immediately return to sweetness. After swallowing into the abdomen, the aftertaste remains on the lips and teeth, which will last for a long time.

"It's a pity."

Luo Yuheng shook his head and sighed slightly.

"What a pity?"

Xu Qi'an asked subconsciously.

"This tea is planted by a friend of this seat. It only yields one catty a year. It is distributed to me, but it is only two or two. Unfortunately, she has been missing for a long time and her whereabouts are unknown." Luo Yuheng said.

Auntie, how do I feel that you have something to say?

Well, this tea was planted by the princess.........I discovered another wonderful thing about the princess. Later, I kept her in a small black room and would not feed her unless she grew tea. ........

Xu Qi'an sighed without changing his face: "That's really a pity."

Luo Yuheng glanced at him lightly, and said in a soft but emotional voice: "What's the matter?"

"Next, I would like to ask about the previous Taoist leader and the first emperor." Xu Qi'an said.

"My father and the first emperor?"

Luo Yuheng asked a little surprised.

"I checked the living records of Emperor Xian. Although Emperor Xian has not cultivated Taoism, he is also very interested in the law of longevity. I want to know, does he cultivate Taoism?" Xu Qi'an said bluntly.

Luo Yuheng pondered for a moment, and said: "My father died in the catastrophe."

Does this have anything to do with my problem.........

"He didn't have to die originally, but Jianzheng did not allow Renzong to move into the imperial city. This led to my father's karma and his death under the catastrophe." Luo Yuheng said calmly:

"Therefore, the first emperor did not cultivate the Tao."

The first emperor did not cultivate..........Xu Qi'an frowned.

"How did you check Yuanjing?" Luo Yuheng stared.

Xu Qi'an hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice: "Guo Shi, do you know that those who have luck can't live forever?"

Luo Yuheng looked at him. Until this moment, Xu Qi'an felt that the national teacher was really looking at him, looking directly at him.

"The correct way to say is that people with luck cannot live forever." She corrected.

Sure enough, Luo Yuheng knew about this, so she wouldn't be surprised why Emperor Yuan Jing wished to cultivate his way? Xu Qi'an expressed this doubt.

"There are always people who have unrealistic fantasies. There are countless practitioners in the world. Most of them have fantasized about becoming first-class masters, and even beyond."

Luo Yuheng said indifferently: "Maybe Yuanjing thinks he has seen hope, maybe there is something hidden. For me, no matter what his calculations are, what he has to do with me. I cultivate my way, he repairs He lives forever."

She knew that Emperor Yuan Jing might have secrets, but she did not go into it. She took advantage of the great power to practice, and she had a cooperative relationship with Emperor Yuan Jing. Studying the secrets of the partners would only lead to a deadlock in the relationship between the two parties, or even contradictions... ...Xu Qi'an chewed out what the Chinese teacher said.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Qi'an stopped struggling with this topic, and instead said: "Fu Jian was used in Jianzhou, how can I contact the National Teacher from now on?"

Subtext: Give me another rune sword soon.

Fu Jian contains the power of Luo Yuheng's sword, and it is quite difficult to make. It is not just a gift to someone.

Because of this, Xu Qi'an asked her if it was a temptation.

Luo Yuheng frowned when he heard the words: "The refining of the talisman sword is extremely difficult, and it cannot be accomplished overnight..."

After a pause, she said in a calm tone: "I happen to have one more, I just keep it useless."

With a wave of his sleeve, a rune sword lay quietly on the table.

I really gave it.......... Xu Qi'an looked at Fu Jian in a complicated mood.

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Imperial Garden.

Attic, gazebo.

Emperor Yuan Jing stood with his hands on his hands, overlooking the imperial garden in the rainstorm, and said with a smile: "Although the flowers in our palace are so beautiful and beautiful, they are too delicate to withstand the torment of wind and rain."

In the rain curtain, clusters of bright flowers bend the body, and petals float with the rain.

Behind, Wei Yuan held the tea, sipped it, and said indifferently: "The flower is to please the master. The softer the master, the more he likes it. Your Majesty likes them for their weakness, but he laughs at them for being indestructible. It makes no sense."

Emperor Yuan Jing with his back to Wei Yuan, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, he smiled and said, "For me, just take care of the most beautiful flower. Wei Qing, what do you think?"

Wei Yuanpi smiled and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Emperor Yuan Jing continued to watch the rain and sighed:

"After the turmoil in Chuzhou, King Huai died in battle, Geely knew that the ancients fell, and Zhu Jiu was also severely injured, and the northern border was weak. The Witch God Sect was coming this time fiercely. If the northern demon territory falls, it will go from north to east. All borders will be surrounded by witch gods.

"Wei Qing, you are a master of warfare, what do you think?"

Wei Yuan didn't hesitate, and replied: "The imperial court naturally wants to send troops to support the Northeast, but the necessary benefits are indispensable. The northern barbarians are always harassing the border. This time, it is Dafeng's turn to cut flesh and **** blood on them. "

Emperor Yuan Jing smiled: "The Hanlin Academy wants to repair the military book. I read it, and there is no new idea. After the barbarian envoy came to Beijing, I was afraid to laugh at me. Wei Qing is a rare handsome in a century. You might as well go to the Imperial Academy for some advice."

The book of war is a part of showing the "national power" to the demon-man mission. Its importance is second only to artillery exercises.

The art of war used by Dafeng today is still left by the scholars of Yunlu Academy, and the "Six Notes of Art of War" written by Zhang Shen, a great scholar of contemporary art of war.

On the contrary, Wei Yuan, a recognized peerless handsome talent, never left a word.

Wei Yuan shook his head.

Emperor Yuan Jing was not angry at all, said:

"Guozijian originally planned to hold a cultural conference in Luhu today. A heavy rain hindered the cultural conference. I plan to wait until the mission enters Beijing before letting the Guozijian hold a cultural conference. At that time, Wei Qing can go and sit."

Wei Yuan nodded now.

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In the next two days, the war in the north and the barbarians, under the impetus of the imperial court, began to spread in the capital, first among the scholar-official class, and then merchants and the market.

For a time, the officialdom, Shilin, college, tea house, restaurant, Goulan, Jiaofang Division... set off a heated discussion, like a frenzy of heated discussion.

The common people in the city harbor hatred for the Yaoman mission and oppose Dafeng's intention to send troops to assist the Yaoman.

The love and hate of the common people go straight forward, and they don't care about the overall situation. They only know that the northern monster is Dafeng's mortal enemy. Since the founding of the country, there have been continuous wars and small battles.

Leave aside, just the most recent, months before and after the Chuzhou Massacre, the northern monsters kept harassing the border, burning, killing and looting.

The aristocratic class has a higher vision and is more rational and objective. The main battle ideology and the wait-and-see ideology collide fiercely. Unlike the common people, they are almost one-sided opposition.

In fact, it is not only the capital. When the imperial court decides to send troops, it has already sent a report to the states. It does not take long for the local government to promote the idea of ​​the main station and publicize it.

In such an environment of heated discussion, a delegation from the north took an official boat and arrived at the Beijing Wharf along the canal.

This mission composed of monsters is composed of elites from the twelve tribes of the barbarian and masters from the six demon tribes.

The two leaders of the team are young men. One of them is white-haired and handsome in the barbarians. He always has a smile on his face and his eyes are always squinted.

Pei Manxilou, the eldest son of the leader of the White Head of the 12 Barbarian Tribes.

Bai's first piece is known for its wisdom, which can be regarded as an outlier among the barbarians, and this Pei Manxilou is an outlier among the outliers.

He has a deep study of the Central Plains culture. When the barbarians looted the border of Chuzhou, they robbed women and food. He alone, don't want food or beauty, just grab books.

The four books and five classics, the biography of literati, and even some non-nutritive and interesting textbooks, will never refuse to come, and love books like fate.

The other is the princess of the monster fox club, Huang Xian'er. She wore a northern-style leather dress with a hem that only reached her knees, with two slender straight legs exposed.

The clothes only cover important places, exposing wheat-colored skin, rounded shoulders, and tight abdomen, revealing a wild beauty.

And her face is coquettish. A frown and a smile reveal the attractive charm, which is the opposite of the **** and wild body, and the mixture produces a moving beauty.

The women of the demon fox club are the most charming and colorful.

The two stood on the deck, looking at the officers and soldiers of Dafeng who were waiting at the dock, Huang Xianer smiled and said: "Nerdy, if we go back empty-handed this time, we will be miserable if we can't move to save the soldiers."

Pei Manxilou faced the river breeze, with a calm tone: "Whether we can invite reinforcements depends only on how much we give."

He looked at the capital, squinted, and smiled:

"There is the Yunlu Academy in the capital, an academy created by the great disciple of Confucian sages. Two hundred years ago, when Confucianism was at its most glorious time, the four seas surrendered. Not to mention our protoss, it is the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Regions, and we have to endure Confucianism. Move the inheritance from the Central Plains back to the Western Regions.

"There is the Imperial College in Beijing. Although it does not practice the Confucian system, scholars have more time and energy to explore knowledge, astronomy, geography, scholars, agriculture, industry, and so on. They dabble in a lot. If you can move the library of the Imperial College back In the north, I don’t have to go south in my life~ IndoMTL.com~ There is Wei Yuan in the capital. He is known as one of the few military masters in the six hundred years since the founding of Dafeng. In the 6th year of Yuanjing, the Dugu general who guarded the north passed away. Hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen went south to looting. It took him only three months to kill hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen who lost their helmets and abandon their armor. Twenty years ago, the battle of Shanhaiguan, without him, would have rewritten the entire history of Kyushu.

"There is a supervisor in the capital, overlooking the Central Plains for five hundred years, my mind is like a secret, unpredictable.

"There is a poet chief in the capital. It is said that the first person in the poetry world for two hundred years is the Dafeng two hundred years ago. It is difficult to find the second one.

"Beijing, longing for a long time."

Pei Manxilou sighed and smiled: "There are so many outstanding people in the capital, I am full of knowledge, and finally I have a rival."

Nerd........ Huang Xian'er curled her lips and smiled like a silky eye: "It's your business to fight against the confucians. The woman in my fox club is only responsible for winning the man in bed. "

There are fifty beauties from the fox department in the mission, each with outstanding appearance and graceful stature. Among them, there are three charming women who are born in a pot furnace.

Suwen Yuanjing emperor cultivated the Taoism and longed for longevity. Although he has not been close to female **** for many years, he would not refuse the ding furnace to deliver him.

At this time, Huang Xian'er turned her eyes, and said in amazement: "Hey, a handsome human kid."

A young man in a blue official gown stood on the dock. He had fair skin, bright eyes, red lips and white teeth. He was a rare beautiful man.

Pei Manxilou squinted his eyes, and said without seeing emotion: "Qingpao Xiqiang, the seventh grade official."

As the official ship drew ashore, the demon-man envoy disembarked, and the handsome young man greeted him and said loudly: "My official Xu New Year, I am decree to welcome you all."

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PS: The operation is as fierce as a tiger, the actual number of words is 4000. I thought I had coded 40,000 words, the world is too unreal.