Hidden Blade Chapter 86: Let’s go see it together

Great Zhou, Jizhou, Jianlongguan.

Zhou Zhang, or Mu Qingshan, sat in the gate of the Council House.

It's getting late, no candles are lit in the door, and the door of the mansion is deep.

Only a ray of starlight shot in through the unclosed gap of the palace gate, and fell into the palace gate, on top of the long knife that plunged into the ground.

So under the shining starlight, the blade of the knife reflected the white and snow-like light.

That is a very ordinary knife.

The snow-white knife body is covered with dents after slashing, and a red tassel hangs on the wooden and worn-out knife handle. Although it has been cleaned, it has undergone the baptism of the years, the color on it It's a little bleak.

It has a very good name-Chaomu.

It also has a very famous owner-Yuan Guilong.

It has cut down the lintels of many immortals and drank the blood of hundreds of thousands of people.

But now, it stands there quietly, like a sculpture that has been silent here since ancient times; and like a demon imprisoned for infinite time, it waits to be lifted up again to drink, The blood that it should have drunk, but failed to drink.

Mu Qingshan stared at the knife, staring at the knife firmly.

So much so that there seemed to be a knife glow in his eyes.

Squeak.

A soft noise came from outside the door, and the door of the Council was pushed open from the outside, and Mu Liang in armor stepped in, walking heavy, like a heavy hammer beating a drum.

"Qingshan, the court's memorial has come, and Jizhou's 30,000 army salaries have been cut." said the man who had spent his half-life in the army after his middle age.

After saying this, Mu Liang’s face is somewhat frowning. Since the new emperor ascended the throne, the days of the people in Dazhou have gone as far as possible, but the days of their pastoral army have been worse than each day. In just one year, this has already been the third order of the imperial court to cut wages. The Mu’s army has cut off more than 100,000 taels of military wages. Although such an amount will not hurt the bones, But it also hindered the expansion of the Mu's army, which was already prepared.

Leave aside these, the key is that the Sacred Heart revealed behind this matter is absent, which is really disturbing.

At this moment, Mu Qingshan, who was sitting on the main seat, stood up suddenly, he took the wrinkle from Mu Liang's hand, glanced at random, and then said: " Just cut it, the Mujia Army and Tiance Mansion are connected together, and the Lin Yuguo on the Dahuang City almost monopolizes half of the military affairs of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If Yuwen Nanjing is really relieved that we are powerful officials, then she, the emperor, has done it. It would be too stupid."

Speaking of this, Mu Qingshan stepped up to Mu Liang, stared at the man in front of him with a little smile, and said: "She knows that we should contain our authority. This is a good thing, at least it means that this sister Qin has no I thought I was so stupid."

Mu Liang was taken aback for a moment. He also looked at the king of Northern Xinjiang who had taken over the Mu's army for less than two years.

He is very young, look at his early twenties.

But sometimes, Muliang could see a little shadow of Muji from him.

Deep, gloomy, taciturn, but always able to understand the key to things, from the initial faint voice of dissatisfaction in the Mu's army to now bowing to Mu Qingshan, the young man in front of him has only spent a few months Time did this.

This is of course very good. Mu Qingshan has enough means to suppress the generals and train the Mu's army.

At the same time, the situation in Dazhou now seems calm, but even Muliang at the border of Jizhou can smell the calm and the next storm is brewing.

He was a little scared, afraid that the last man of the Mu family would embark on Mu Ji's old path.

For this dynasty, for the so-called common people, to pay some unbearable price.

He has seen too many such situations, from the death of the old Mu Wang to the death of Mu Tai as a rebel, to the complete destruction of the 200,000 Great Xia Iron Cavalry's Mu Ji. , The Mu family experienced too much betrayal and paid too much price.

He didn't want this to happen again.

So he met the gaze of the young king of Northern Xinjiang, and said in a very low tone: "The minister of the Great Xia State Zhujiang has already hoarded hundreds of thousands of troops on the border, and he will definitely come after the autumn... ."

"Don't worry, they can't pass the Sword Dragon Pass." Mu Qingshan interrupted the other party with a smile.

"Yuwen Nanjing established Linglong Pavilion as the national religion. Tiance Mansion's status is deteriorating. The slashing of the vass has just begun. Our plan to expand the army may still be constrained." Mu Liang continued, his eyes narrowed. Something is burning inside.

"Why do you want me to repeat the same skills? I guess even if Jiang Zhichen is so stupid, then Li Yulin will not be fooled by this." Mu Qingshan didn't seem to understand the meaning of Mu Liang's words, his face Still smiling.

The man over forty years old finally couldn't stand such temptation and avoidance. His eyes grew gloomy at that time. He stared at Mu Qingshan like a desperate wolf~ IndoMTL.com~ staring at Mu Qingshan. The wolf who thought that the head of the horse was looking forward: "What can I do if I can hold it, can Yuwen Nanjing let us go?"

"No." Mu Qingshan's answer came quickly and surely, "She is not for cutting the feudal clan, nor for imperial power. I know very well the temperament of my junior sister, she just wants us to bury Xu Han. That's it."

Mu Liang was stunned, he didn't expect Mu Qingshan to see all this so thoroughly.

But this also made him more and more confused. He said again: "The Mu's family has paid enough for Da Zhou."

"So what?" The smile on Mu Qingshan's face spread at that time, like spring.

"We might be able to..." Mu Liang almost blurted out when he reached his lips, but he couldn't say it after all.

That is something that has been embedded in his soul, it is something that has been branded by Mujia, his heart wants to abandon something like him, but his soul is saying to him: "No ."

So he fell silent.

Mu Qingshan saw his struggle.

He smiled, walked in front of his uncle, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, we won't die in Da Zhou's hands."

Then, Mu Qingshan and Mu Liang passed by.

He stepped forward and walked to the silent long knife.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips lightly stroked the snow-white blade, and finally landed on the wooden handle.

He grabbed it.

Clang!

There was a resound of the knife, and he looked at the knife, the body of the knife reflected his face, and the eyes of the knife looked at him.

He said: "I still have to go and see."

"Go and see who took his life palace!"

"Who, again, killed the owner of this knife!"

Speaking of this, he turned his body and looked at the man who was still stunned.

The corner of his mouth raised: "Let’s go see it together."