The place where the Mu Mansion is located is no different from Chang'an City in the Central Plains in Eastern Xinjiang.
Since the Great Sui court could no longer control the place, the status of Mu Mansion has become higher and higher. At the beginning, Mu Guangling's original intention was to lead the soldiers of the Mu family who had been recharging their energy for decades to go west, and after entering Shanhaiguan, they would compete with those wealthy families in the Central Plains for the position of emperor. Mu Guangling feels that the biggest difference between himself and those people is that what he has been doing in Eastern Xinjiang is the work of the emperor.
Unexpectedly, people from the Opru Empire came from the other side of the sea, with strong ships and powerful guns, and the Dongchu Navy, known as the best in the world, was wiped out in just one battle. Dongjiang was exposed naked to the guns and artillery of foreigners. At this time, Mu Guangling made the most important choice in his life for the first time.
He gave up the westward advance he had prepared for many years, and led the Mufu soldiers to resist the invasion of foreigners.
At that time, the people in Eastern Xinjiang really regarded Mu Guangling as an emperor. Mu Guangling is the savior of Eastern Xinjiang and the most solid backer for the people.
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From the battle of Penglai Island.
Five thousand soldiers from the Mu family fought bloody battles on Penglai Island for more than a month, and none of them survived. He thought that his only son, Mu Xianjun, also died in the battle that was destined to be written in the history books, so he became violent and withdrawn. In order to continue the incense of the Mu family, he planned to bring over the eldest son of Mu Zihuan from the same clan, but this gave birth to Mu Zihuan's ambition.
So much so that Mu Zihuan dared to take the risk and assassinate him.
The ending is of course doomed, how could Mu Zihuan kill the world-famous Mu Guangling
The defenders of the city stood on the wall and looked back into the city. There were teams of soldiers patrolling the streets. He was a little confused, and he didn't know what the Duke of the country was worried about. First, the name of this big city was changed to Mufu City a while ago, and then a curfew was ordered.
Now even in broad daylight, the most people on the streets in the city are not ordinary people but soldiers with armor and knives.
Grandpa Guo seems to have changed, becoming even more incomprehensible. When Mu Zihuan assassinated him a while ago, he first smashed Mu Zihuan's head with one palm, and then ordered Mu Zihuan's clan to be slaughtered. He even cut out the heart of Mu Zihuan's eldest son with his own hands, and then asked the cook to cook the heart for wine.
In the past, the Duke of the State gave them the impression of kindness and charity, not only for them soldiers, but also for those quacks who came to join him. To know that in the entire Central Plains, there are only three thousand Mufu disciples. But now, the Duke hates those quacks the most.
Not only did they expel all the retainers kept in the mansion, but they also strictly ordered that no one from the Jianghu in Mufu City be allowed to enter or leave.
Such a huge contrast between the front and the back made everyone's hearts tense.
Bie Jiang, who was guarding the city, let out a long sigh, but he actually understood something in his heart. These days, the man named Nalan Dingdong in the Black Banner Army has become more and more aggressive. Not only has he blatantly robbed the Mu Mansion of food and grass, it has even gradually replaced the Mu Mansion's position in Eastern Xinjiang, becoming the center of fighting against foreigners.
But who is to blame
Don't know this.
According to the logic, he should be the same as Mu Guangling, hating the members of the Black Banner Army. But he was really confused, not knowing who he should hate.
The gates of the city were still opened on time, but people in the city rarely went out, and people outside the city rarely came in, so the gates of the city seemed deserted. The former Mufu City was the most prosperous place in Eastern Xinjiang, and there was a long line of people entering and leaving the city gate every day.
A gong sounded outside.
Don't think it's been a long time since I heard such a sound. It was the gong that opened the way for the front team when a big shot arrived. A few days ago, he received an order from the Mu Mansion, saying that Fang Jie, the leader of the Black Banner Army who had already been crowned king, was coming to Mu Mansion City. This undoubtedly made the already nervous soldiers even more nervous. Everyone knew about Fang Jie's grievances with the Mu family. Everyone knows how much the current Duke hates Fang Jie.
Opening the way ahead were the four hundred and fifty cavalry of the Xiao cavalry school, wearing dark blue brocade clothes and a bright red cloak. There is a train team behind, and it is not known which carriage the prince who has already made a name for himself is sitting in. Behind it is a cavalry team of at least thousands of people. Looking from the city wall, it is a long black dragon.
The other generals who defended the city could see how powerful this pure cavalry team was.
All the defenders on the city wall became tense, and some subconsciously clenched their hard archers but were trembling. The city gate was wide open, and standing outside the city gate were many important figures from the Mu residence, but it was no surprise that Mu Guangling did not appear.
Mu Fu seems to have shown great sincerity.
The loess pads the road, and the clean water splashes the street.
The trees on both sides of the street were all wrapped with festive red cloths.
Except for Mu Guangling, almost all the big names in the Mu residence came, and they all stood at the door with solemn faces, and no one laughed.
Bie Jiang took a deep breath, scolded the nervous soldier who raised his bow and aimed outside, then sat down along the wall, closed his eyes and rested.
The world of big shots has nothing to do with me.
He murmured.
But he didn't realize that it was actually very strange for a general of the Mu family to have such an idea.
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Fang Jie was the only king with a foreign surname in the more than 200 years since the founding of the Sui Dynasty, so the purple king's robe of large silk silk on his body hurt the hearts of many people. Fang Jie likes to wear black clothes, so when he was crowned king in Chang'an City, he wore a black royal robe embroidered with golden dragons.
But today, he is wearing a purple royal robe sewn strictly according to the etiquette system of the Sui Dynasty.
"I have seen the prince!"
The hundred or ten officials standing at the door saluted in unison, with a lot of waist down.
Standing in front of all the officials was an old man in common clothes. He looked like he could be about sixty years old, very thin, but hale and hearty. Especially those eyes, not cloudy at all. Occasionally, the eyes turn around, revealing a sharpness that can see through people's hearts.
"Caomin Mu Qinglin welcomes the prince into the city on behalf of our country."
He stepped forward and bowed his head to speak.
Fang Xie naturally understood the meaning of Mu Guangling's arrangement. Letting a person with no fame lead him to greet him seemed to be blatantly questioning Fang Xie's identity. At this moment, Mu Guangling is still unwilling to let himself appear weak, which shows his character.
"Get up."
Fang Jie said calmly, "Your surname is also Mu, so you are of the same age as Mu Guangling?"
Mu Qinglin replied with a seemingly respectful voice but coldly: "Caomin is just an idler taken in by the Duke. Because he did something for the Mu family, it is a great honor for the Caomin to give him a surname."
"oh."
Fang Jie nodded.
It turned out that he was just a family slave who was given a surname.
Mu Guangling wanted to humiliate Fang Jie, but it was deliberate.
"It seems that there is really no one in the Mu residence."
Fang Jie was not angry, but said in a very calm tone: "It's so pitiful."
Mu Qinglin's expression changed suddenly, and he raised his head to look at Fang Jie, but Fang Xie's eyes were also looking at him. The moment the two people's eyes met, Mu Qinglin felt his heart beating wildly. He lowered his head subconsciously and couldn't help spreading the power of his cultivation into his palm.
At that second, he already had the illusion that Fang Jie was going to kill himself.
But soon he woke up. If he hadn't resisted the pressure and made a move, Fang Jie could justifiably execute him and march into the city. It was spread to the world that it was the people from the Mu residence who assassinated Fang Xie when they were welcoming him. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the Mu family, which is already in turmoil.
Although Fang Jie didn't bring many troops, Mu Qinglin could tell that the murderous aura of each of those cavalry was suffocating. Only a real killing machine that has experienced many battles can have such an aura.
Mu Qinglin's back was covered with sweat, he was thankful that he didn't make a move under pressure just now.
"please."
He bowed and took a step back, and made a gesture of invitation: "The Duke is waiting in the mansion."
Fang Xie couldn't help but take another look at the old man, the man's mood quickly became peaceful. Just now Fang Jie used the original realm to put pressure on this person in silence, but this person was able to bear it and hold it back, which is not easy.
Originally, Mu Qinglin had received Mu Guangling's instruction to only allow Fang Xie to enter the city, not to allow Fang Xie's accompanying troops to enter. But the moment he saw Fang Xie, Mu Qinglin knew that this person did not come with good intentions. If he ordered to stop Fang Jie's army from entering the city, no one knew what Fang Jie would do next.
He called a subordinate over, gave a few low-key instructions, and then followed Fang Jie's pace. The subordinate looked left and right, got into the crowd and ran towards Mu's residence.
Mu Guangling finally chose to go out of the mansion to meet Fang Jie, and the main door of Mu Mansion, which had not been opened for a long time, was also opened.
Seeing Fang Jie's car approaching, Mu Guangling quickly walked over with a smile on his face.
"My next official, Mu Guangling, greet the prince."
The moment Fang Jie got out of the car, Mu Guangling was about to fall to his knees in his robe. Fang Jie quickly walked over to help, the two of them exchanged a few words of greeting and walked arm in arm, the smiles on their faces were as kind as the spring breeze in April, how could there be any discord? Even the people below looked a little dazed, and never thought that the meeting of these two people would be such a scene.
Like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, Mu Guangling and Fang Jie walked into the gate of Mu Mansion hand in hand.
At this moment, firecrackers blared in Mu's mansion, and gongs and drums blared.
Xiang Qingniu, who was following behind, couldn't help but smiled, and muttered to himself: "They are all good foxes, and the only thing they compare is their acting skills."
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After arriving at the living room, the guest and the host were seated separately. Mu Guangling asked someone to move the chairs, and the two of them sat side by side on the main seat. On both sides, on one side are officials from the Mu Mansion, and on the other side are generals of the Black Banner Army. After entering the door, the atmosphere immediately became cold, and the smiles on the faces of Fang Jie and Mu Guangling had already dissipated.
"I heard that the prince came with the imperial order?"
Mu Guangling asked with a half-smile: "If there is anyone in the court who can make an order, in the name of the Sui Dynasty, I will be ordered to provide food, grass and supplies for the Black Banner Army, and cooperate with the Black Banner Army to fight against bandits. As an official of the court, Mu , naturally cannot defy."
He was sure that no one in the imperial court would be able to make a decree. All the men in the Yang family were dead, and there was only one eldest princess, Yang Qinyan. Imperial jade seal. If what Fang Jie came up with was the will of the eldest princess Yang Qinyan, Mu Guangling would have ten thousand words waiting for him.
"oh?"
Fang Jie let out a sigh and smiled: "The will? That's easy to say."
He beckoned, and then two Xiaoqi schoolmen came up with pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Fang Jie picked up the pen and wrote a few lines crookedly on the bright yellow imperial decree. He looked quite satisfied. One must know that Fang Jie's calligraphy has never been regularized. After finishing writing, he asked Liao Sheng to come up, took the jade seal of the Sui Dynasty from Liao Sheng, took a breath, and stamped it on the imperial decree.
Fang Jie handed the wet imperial decree to Mu Guangling and said politely, "See if it works. If not, I can rewrite it."