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When Xiao Jin fell into decline on the battlefield in the south of the Yangtze River, Murong Xuan quietly came to the ancestral house of the Murong clan in Longcheng, Liaozhou, like a stone thrown into the water, after a few ripples, there was no sound.

In the palace of the King of Liao, Mu Tangzhi passed through the famous black corridor and stood in front of the door of Qinglianju with his hands.

After a short time, the palace steward walked quickly to a short distance behind Mu Tangzhi and said softly: "Lord Wang." ”

Mu Tangzhi didn't turn around, "I won't see that Mrs. Murong anymore, please ask the full moon Zen master of Buddhism to come forward on my behalf." ”

The steward promised.

Then before leaving, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the black corridor and Qinglianju not far away.

At that time, Xiao Jin, the king of Wei, came to the northeast on behalf of Xiao Yu to persuade the old prince to surrender the shepherds, and once walked through this black corridor.

Akiba, who has not yet ascended to the head of the Taoist sect, has also walked this path.

Today's Buddhist abbot Qiuyue Zen Master walked by.

Lan Yu and Wei Ban also walked through.

The last person to walk through this corridor was Xu Beiyou.

At that time, he was still thinking, the people who walked through this corridor are all big people who have the ability to stir up the general trend of the world, and this young man has also walked through, so will he be able to reach the height of these predecessors in the future?

He didn't expect it, but in just a few years, that young man had come to such a height, and even forced the lady Murong who was above the top of her eyes to go to Liaozhou for help.

When the palace steward left, Mu Tangzhi was still standing in place, looking at the sky in a daze. After a short while, scattered snow particles descended on the world with the wind, and then gradually grew larger, turning into snowflakes and falling flutteringly.

It's snowing.

The snow was mixed with a bone-chilling chill.

For many people in the south of the Yangtze River who have never set foot in the north in their lives, it is difficult to imagine what it is like to have snowflakes as big as a seat, that is, when they wake up with heavy snow to seal the door, and they also fall asleep in the middle of the night to collapse the roof, the snow is not knee-long, in the northeast, later built, and northwest, it is already a common scene. This unexpected snow is falling heavier and heavier, and it seems to have the courage of "the ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as a fist".

Snowflakes fell on Mu Tangzhi's body, and the snow fell on his shoulders.

The Northeast Shepherd came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, and whispered to himself: "Don't ask for a good year for the snow, just ask for the snow to be big and not crush people." ”

I have to say that this year's climate is a bit abnormal, the south side of the Yangtze River is still falling, but the northeast has snowed, plus the white disaster on the grassland side, it is really not a good sign.

At night, the palace of the Liao King is brightly lit.

The lobby of the palace is even brighter, and the candles that are as thick as a baby's arm have been lit for I don't know how much, so that the room is not half dark, almost like day. The banquet imitates the ancient system of one person and one table, the young Liao King sits on the main seat, sits alone in the north and looks south, and under it is a group of civil and military generals, all of whom are brightly dressed, and the left and right sides of the civil and military affairs, and then get up together to toast and salute the young people on the main seat, and there is actually a solemn atmosphere of a small court.

Mu Tangzhi waved his hand to excuse him, and said with a smile: "Tonight's banquet, you don't have to be formal, just sit down." ”

Everyone sat down separately after agreeing, and the chief steward of the palace who was accompanying him on the side gestured to the close henchmen on the side, and the henchmen slowly retreated back. After a while, a stream of maids entered, each carrying a tray of wine or delicacies.

This banquet is mainly to entertain Lin Han's third son Lin Zong, who came here from thousands of miles away, and now he sits in the front position on the left side of Mu Tangzhi, and when the food is served, Mu Tangzhi picked up a pair of silver chopsticks inlaid with ivory, sandwiched a crab roe dumpling, and said to Lin Zong: "Brother Lin is used to eating cattle and sheep on the grassland, and you might as well come to taste the food of the north, although these dishes are not as good as the imperial banquet in the imperial palace, but the so-called autumn wind eats crab fat, and the taste is reasonable." ”

Lin Zong put a few crab roe dumplings into his mouth, and said with a smile: "The taste is really unusual." ”

After that, he poured himself another full wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, "But compared to eating, this wine is still comfortable to drink, heartburn and lungs, and the whole body is warm." ”

Mu Tangzhi smiled and said: "Liaodong and the grassland are extremely cold places, so they should use spirits to keep out the cold. ”

Lin Zong filled the wine glass in his hand again, raised his glass and said, "Lord Wang, Lin Zong respects you with a glass, and he will do it first." ”

After that, he drank all the wine in the cup, and the bottom of the cup was facing down to show that the wine was dry, "Lord Wang, please." ”

Mu Tang covered his face with his sleeves and drank it all.

After putting down the wine glass, Mu Tangzhi pressed his elbow against the armrest, compared to Lin Zong's upright sitting posture, he was a little casual and frivolous, and asked, "How serious is the white plague on the grassland?"

Hearing this, Lin Zong put down the wine glass in his hand and sighed: "The cattle and sheep have suffered heavy losses, and many large tribes are better, as long as they stay up to Atami, but some small tribes are gone before they reach Atami, and the snow on the grassland can crush people and bury them, and now we can only wait for the results of the war in the northwest, maybe it will be better." ”

Speaking of this, Lin Zong touched his sparse beard and asked, "I don't know how the war is going on the prince's side?"

Mu Tangzhi glanced at him and said noncommittally: "It's just a rabble, and it's not necessary yet." If necessary, this king will open his mouth to Brother Lin. ”

Lin Zong smiled and said, "That's good, that's good." ”

Mu Tangzhi smiled, no longer continued to talk, but talked about some things.

When it was close to the end of the night banquet, Lin Zong was overwhelmed by alcohol, and was supported by several attendants to go to Qinglianju to rest. Mu Tangzhi, who was also full of alcohol, was not drunk, and took Feng, who had become his side concubine, to a watchtower in the palace.

The watchtower is about seven storeys high, and you can overlook the entire palace from top of it.

Mu Tangzhi is wearing a black fur, Feng is wearing a white fur, the two stand side by side on the top floor of the watchtower overlooking the palace that is already a jade tree silver, Mu Tangzhi holds the railing with both hands, silent, Feng Shi does not make a sound, charming and natural.

Mu Tangzhi suddenly smiled and said: "Now we are already a strange commodity to live in, Xiao Jin in the south of the Yangtze River asked me, and Lin Han in the northwest also asked me, when the army was raised, these two probably never thought of today's situation." ”

Although Feng had never interfered in government affairs, he still knew a little bit after hearing and seeing it, and he was a little happy at this time, and said softly: "The prince is a person who cares about the world, and this world will eventually be the prince's." ”

Mu Tangzhi stretched out his hand to take the woman into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "The country is good, the beauty is good, this king has always been both." ”

The woman snuggled up to the man, full of joy.

Mu Tangzhi looked around, couldn't tell whether it was pride or ambition in his heart, and said with some pointing: "Now the general trend is in my hands, and one day, I want to bow down to the thousands of miles." ”

Mu Tangzhi paused slightly, and then said softly: "On that day, I will give you the eight hundred miles of Dongting in the south of the Yangtze River." ”

The corners of the woman's mouth curled slightly.