The Golden Age Chapter 823: Hate parting

Qin Xiao's heart was moved, and he hugged Musk Moon's soft and jade body, and said softly: "If one day, I really regain Xiling. After revenge and hatred, I will give up all the power in my hand. The saint asked to marry the princess to me, do you think she would agree?"

Shu Yue’s delicate body shook, sitting upright, looking at Qin Xiao, a little surprised: "You...do you think so?"

"If she really wants to put you under house arrest, maybe only this way can give you freedom." Qin Xiaorou said: "In addition to this way, I can't think of any other way. You grab it."

Shu Yue immediately raised her hand, covered his mouth, and said solemnly: "Don't talk nonsense, how can these two words be said casually?"

Qin Xiao nodded.

"If Xiling is to be recovered one day, then you will be a hero of Datang, and you can definitely engrave your name into the Lingxiao Pavilion." Musk Yue said quietly: "At that time, you must be prestigious. You are proud and powerful. I am just a woman who is under house arrest in the palace and has no power and no power, and she is old and yellow. Are you really willing to give up everything in your hands for such a woman?"

Qin Xiao smiled and said: "Do you think I will be nostalgic?"

"I don't know." She Yue shook her head: "The most fickle thing in this world is the human heart. Maybe at that time, you will have another idea."

Qin Xiao still smiled, but did not speak.

"It's late, we've been here for a long time." She Yue sat upright, looked at Qin Xiao, and smiled: "Can you still walk? Go back earlier, I'm tired too."

Qin Xiao stared at Musk Moon, and asked, "Can you stand up?"

Shu Yue blushed, stared at Qin Xiao, but stubbornly said: "What can't you do? How good do you really think you are?"

"It seems that the princess still has pleasure." Qin Xiao deceived him again, pressed She Yue under him, and gently squeezed She Yue's nose: "I just have the strength, we... .!"

"No way!" Musk Yuehua's face faded slightly: "Are you...are you crazy? You also let people live."

Qin Xiaodao: "Farewell tomorrow, and I don't know when I will see it, just... for the last time? I will converge, okay?"

She Yue knew that Qin Xiao was a martial artist, and she was young and energetic, and had the strength to make her. She knew it was really hard to meet again. She bit her lip, turned her head, and didn't look at him.

Qin Xiao knew the meaning of Musk Moon, smiled at the corners of his lips, and moved forward.

At dusk the next day, the eldest Sun Yuanxin led the Hangzhou camp cavalry to personally **** the princess back to Beijing. The princess still traveled in a carriage. She came to Hangzhou very low-key this time. Accompanied by Yuwen Chengchao, Xiao Xiao was sent outside the city together.

Last night, the two of them were very tender. Today, we bid farewell. Instead, we shouldn't be too close so that others might see the flaws.

The setting sun went down, watching the elder Sun Yuanxin leading the **** carriage to disappear into the sky, Qin Xiaowu looked from a distance, looking lonely.

The princess left him too good memories, but the good times are fleeting, and when they really understand the affection of the other party, they have to part immediately, and it is not easy to see each other again in the future.

"My lord?" Yu Wencheng yelled softly when he saw Qin Xiao wandering far away.

Qin Xiao came back to his senses, turned to look at Yu Wen Chengchao, and saw that Yu Wen Chengchao looked at him with concern, and immediately smiled: "It's okay, it's just that there was a princess backing her back before, so she dared to let everything go. Now The princess is gone, there is no bottom in her heart."

Yuwen Chengchao smiled and said: "The adults have saved so many people in Jiangnan. Whether it is a gentry or an official, I am grateful to the adults, don't worry too much."

"Don't call me this way, the old man." Qin Xiao touched his head: "The word for this man came out of the old man, and I always felt that I was distorted. When we are alone together, we will still be called the same as before. ."

Yuwen Chengchao smiled slightly and nodded. He was an open-minded and easy-going person. He didn't hesitate. Then he asked: "An Xinghou's case, can the court have an opinion?"

"Forgot to tell you. The Superintendent of Purple Clothes, Xiao Jianzhi, has secretly arrived in Hangzhou yesterday." Qin Xiao said: "He also confirmed that the assassin was from Jiangu. This case should be handed over to the Superintendent of Purple Clothes. Now. That’s fine, we don’t need to bother about it."

Yuwen Chengchao frowned, he wanted to speak, and Qin Xiao's ability to observe words and expressions was natural, and said: "If you have anything to say, you have any doubts between you and me."

"Is Xiao Jianzhi coming to Hangzhou this time just for the sake of peace and prosperity?" Yuwen Chengchao looked at Qin Xiao and asked, "There was a rebellion in Suzhou, and the Jiangnan family was involved, and those officials also overlooked it. Sin, did the court send Xiao Jianzhi to deal with this matter?"

"According to what he said, how to deal with these officials, I have to wait until I return to Beijing to meet the saints before making a decision." Qin Xiao said in a low voice.

Yu Wencheng was surprised: "You want to enter Beijing?"

"There is something I am going to tell you." Qin Xiao said: "There is a sum of money to be transported back to Beijing. The amount is not small. The princess means that there is a eldest son who will **** me back to Beijing with my loyal army."

Yuwen Chengchao said in a strange way: "The **** official bank has always been sent by the local government. Why does the princess let us escort? How much money is there?"

"Three million taels!" Qin Xiao sighed: "This is no longer what local officers and soldiers can protect."

"Three million?" Although Yuwen Chengchao was born in the first family of Xiling, he was surprised: "Such a large sum of money was transported to Beijing?"

Qin Xiao explained: "The amount shipped is more than one million, and there are antique calligraphy and paintings."

Yuwen Chengchao sighed: "It seems that Jiangnan is really rich and can easily come up with three million taels of silver. If these three million taels of silver are used for military preparations, why not worry about Xiling's recovery. ?"

"Lord, you and my mind are all about regaining Xiling. I also hope that all of this money will be used for military preparation. Unfortunately, the court will not think so." Qin Xiao also sighed: "This time Jiangnan The chaos has caused the saints and the court to be wary of Jiangnan, especially the Jiangnan family, the court will no longer be able to let them have the strength of an enemy country. Life in Jiangnan will not be very good in the future, but the wealth is eliminated, they think If you want to survive, you can only donate these extraneous things. Three million taels of silver will be sent to Kyoto, and the saint may therefore allow us to recruit a new army, but it will definitely not be the court to take out the silver. We still need us. Raise in Jiangnan."

Yuwen Chengchao looked solemn and remained silent for a moment, and finally said: "Recovering Xiling, a long way to go, is not a goal that can be achieved day and night." Looking at Qin Xiao, he said solemnly: "As long as we stick to the end, one day, Datang The iron cavalry will reappear in Xiling."

It rained in Kyoto.

The rain came quickly, and it went quickly. After being washed away by heavy rain, all the palaces in the palace became more magnificent.

When the sage watched the old-fashioned state minister walked into the imperial study room, he stood up for the first time and signaled the grandson Meier to come and help. Meier was empathetic and stepped forward to support him. Before the minister of the country bowed and bowed, the saint shook his head and said. : "No need, the prime minister sits down and speaks."

The Guoxiang still fell on his knees. After the salute, the grandson Meier helped him sit down.

This energetic master of the country seems to be ten years older than his actual age at the moment, his forehead is covered with wrinkles, and his hair seems to be much whiter.

"When An Xing passes away, I know that you feel uncomfortable, and I am the same as you, and my heart hurts." After the saint sat down, he sighed: "But the prime minister can't hurt his body because of this. At this time, the Prime Minister must take care of his health."

Guoxiang smiled bitterly: "Thank you for the saint's favor."

"An Xinghou's body will arrive in Beijing in a few days. I have ordered Taichang Temple to assist in the funeral affairs, and always let An Xinghou go away." Any thoughts on the place where Anxinghou was buried?"

Guoxiang raised his head to look at the saint, shook his head and said: "Return to the saint, the old minister has not thought about organizing the funeral."

The saint was startled, and the grandson Meier was also a little surprised.

"Ning'er was wronged in his death, he did not look down." Guoxiang clenched his fist in one hand, and his fist trembled slightly: "If the murderer's head is not retrieved and placed in front of his coffin, how can he look down? If not? How can I be buried?"

The sage frowned and said: "There are several folds coming up from Hangzhou. They found that the assassin was related to Jiangu. Not long ago, I also sent Xiao Jianzhi to conduct a thorough investigation. The flying pigeon passed the book back yesterday, and the murderer has been determined. It may be Shen Wushou, the first disciple of Jiangu."

There was a spiteful color in the eyes of Guoxiang, he suddenly got up, fell on his knees and said in a trembled voice: "Just ask the saint to call the shots, and avenge Ning'er."

"If you don't tell me, I will avenge him." The saint sighed: "Get up and talk, Meier, quickly help the country to get up."

The eldest grandson Mei'er stepped forward to help the minister of the country, but the prime minister raised his hand to stop him and looked up at the saint: "Ning'er was killed, not just because Jiangu was involved. Jiangu's rebellious body was in Hangzhou, and those officials I don’t even know anything. Dali Temple Shaoqing is said to be on the scene. He...!"

"Guoxiang thinks that Qin Xiao should also take responsibility?" The saint interrupted Guoxiang's speech and said lightly: "Xiao Jianzhi checked it very clearly. Although Qin Xiao was on the scene at the time, it had nothing to do with him. Relationship. The minister of the country knows that a very strange thing happened on the day of the crime."

Guoxiang shook his head and asked: "Please tell me the saint."

"Do you know the black-headed eagle?" the saint asked.

The prime minister was startled and nodded: "He is the guard of the prime minister's mansion. Ning'er has learned martial arts with him and has a good understanding of masters and apprentices, so Ning'er went to Jiangnan to protect him with a black-headed eagle."

"The black-headed eagle is a member of the blood harrier of your state's mansion." The saint slowly said: "Xiao Jianzhi found out that An Xinghou went to Hangzhou with four guards from the state's mansion. The black-headed eagle was there. Among them, the other three guards belong to the group of black-headed eagles and have always been their subordinates."

The corner of Guo Xiang's eyes twitched slightly.

The State Minister’s Mansion has a secret team of guards. The saint has known about this from the first day. It is not surprising, but the blood harriers are divided into ten groups, and the black-headed eagle is only one of them. The name of the blood harrier has always been Never known, even the origin is very secret, but I don't want the saint to know this well.

"On the day of the incident, the black-headed eagle, who was inseparable, was not by An Xinghou's side." The saint stared at the country’s prime minister and said calmly: "An Xinghou invited Qin Xiao to a banquet at the restaurant that day. Hou Xin's arrogance, coupled with the fact that he and Qin Xiao had already had a rift before, but took the initiative to invite a banquet. This is a big violation of his nature. Moreover, the black-headed eagle was not on the scene and disappeared inexplicably at the time. People’s news, if you live or die, don’t see the corpse, doesn’t the state minister think things are weird?"