Lin Muyu picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and said, "The leader of Feiqiying, Chu Huaimu, is my elder brother. As long as I write a letter, he will never touch Longdanying, don't worry."
"Then it will be easy!" Feng Xi raised his mouth slightly and smiled slightly: "My lord, do you know who the backstage of the Overlord Sword Mercenary Group and the Holy Fire Mercenary Group are?"
"knowledge!"
Lin Muyu said indifferently: "The head of the Holy Fire Mercenary Group was originally the commander of the Shenwei Camp. He went to the Holy Fire Mercenary Group after committing the crime. The backing of this mercenary group is undoubtedly God Hou Zeng Yifan, as for the Tyrant Sword. The mercenary group, their weapons, food and grass, armor, military salary, etc. all come from the General Protector's Mansion. This mercenary group should be regarded as Yuwenxie's private army!"
"Since your lord knows..." Feng Xi looked solemnly, and said: "Then shall we go to war?"
"rest assured."
Lin Muyu leaned back in his seat and said: "The imperial law prohibits the cultivation of private troops. Yuwenxie and Zeng Yifan all know this rule. Therefore, the imperial army will not easily participate in the battle between mercenary groups. Of course, I used Feiqi Camp to help Longyanshan escape the siege just because I was holding a gilt dragon talisman, and even though Yuwenxie is a general protector of the country, he currently does not have any military power in his hand, so don't be afraid of him."
Feng Xi nodded and said, "But if God Hou Zeng Yifan uses Shenweiying to help, what shall we do?"
"Shenweiying?"
Lin Muyu took a cold breath and said, "If Zeng Yifan really uses the Shenwei Camp to attack the Imperial Registered Mercenary Corps, then he knows the law and breaks the law. You give me the courage to fight, as long as the Shenwei Camp can be destroyed, even the gentian. It's worth the destruction of the entire battalion!"
Feng Xi was taken aback: "My lord, Longdanying is your painstaking effort..."
"So what? It's always a disaster for Shenweiying to stay in Lanyan City. I've long wanted to remove this poisonous thorn, but there is no excuse for it."
"It's so good, the subordinate will do it right away."
"Well, go ahead."
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After Fengxi left, Lin Muyu was still leaning in the seat, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Lanyan City was the capital of the empire, and the collision between the mercenary groups was also the most intense among the twelve provinces. A battle of 10,000 mercenary groups is indistinguishable from war. It is difficult to say whether the government of Yunzhong County and Cangnan Province will control it.
Moreover, the empire was not left to the development of mercenary groups. In fact, all the major mercenary groups had a backstage within the court. This was also one of the main reasons why the founding emperor Qin Yi formulated the law of "The Mercenary Strategy". Once the imperial rule is threatened, these registered mercenary groups can be incorporated into the imperial army at any time to enrich the military.
Lin Muyu created the Longdan Camp for this day. After all, he, the emperor and righteous son, has a very good reputation, but the troops in his hand are really pitiful. The Eagle's Nest Camp has a maximum of 700 troops, and the total number of people in the temple does not exceed 1,000. Compared with Feng Jixing who mastered the 3W Forbidden Army and Chu Huaimen who mastered the 1.7W Feiqi Battalion, the manpower is much inferior. However, once the Longdan Battalion officially becomes the imperial army establishment, the commander can only be Lin Muyu alone. With a 1.5W elite teacher in your hand, you have the confidence to speak!
At this moment, the temple guard outside the door again preached: "Deacon Lin, the messenger from Zetian Temple is here!"
"Let him in!"
"Yes!"
A servant of Zetian Hall pushed in and said respectfully: "Master Lin Muyu, with your majesty's oracle, please go to Zetian Hall the morning after tomorrow to participate in the Spring Plowing Ceremony."
"Well, I got it, thank you."
"My lord, you are polite, then I'm going back."
"No."
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In the evening, I took Tang Xiaoxi to see Chu Yao for dinner. This time I was treated by Tang Xiaoxi. After meeting several times, Chu Yao and Tang Xiaoxi finally became familiar with each other. Moreover, Chu Yao and Lin Muyu are siblings, and they are indeed like sisters. Tang Xiaoxi naturally relaxed a lot of Chu Yao's guard. He felt that this beautiful girl, who was hailed as the first beauty in the panacea department, would no longer steal a man from her, so she became particularly kind.
Time flies quickly, and the next day Lin Muyu received a feather book from Luo Yu. The Longdan Camp, the Overlord Sword Mercenary Corps, and the Holy Fire Mercenary Corps are about to fight on the plain southwest of the Dragon Forest.
This warlord means who will be the king of mercenaries in the territory of the imperial capital, and it also means that Lin Muyu’s private armies challenge the mercenaries of the Shenhou Mansion and the Protector General Mansion. Whoever wins will be more in this court. The right to speak!
On the third day, Spring Plowing Festival.
Early in the morning, Lin Muyu got up early to wash, and the weather became warmer. The birds and flowers outside were in a very good mood. He also washed his hair. One of his short hair was faintly shiny in the sun. Looking at herself in the mirror, her hair grew longer. It’s a bit of a non-mainstream look. Although the women in the imperial capital like those handsome men with long hair, Feng Jixing, Chu Huaimu and others also have long hair in a bun, or weave some Good-looking hair tips, but Lin Muyu is not used to it. He is the only senior general in Lan Yancheng who likes short hair.
"Deacon Ge Yang, can you help me cut my hair?" Lin Muyu said with a smile, "I'll be in good spirits."
Ge Yang smiled and nodded: "Okay, the old man is going to cut Ayu's hair again..."
However, Ge Yang didn't even use scissors. He raised his fingers gently, his fighting spirit turned into a sharp blade, and he "brushed" the hair that Lin Muyu had grown out. The "knife technique" was extremely sharp, and a new hairstyle came out soon, although It’s a bit irregular, but fortunately, Lin Muyu is naturally handsome, so it seems casual and free. She clamped the silver helmet of the temple under her armpit, turned over and smiled and said, "Grandpa Ge Yang, I’m going to participate in the Spring Plowing Ceremony, and you have also received it. Invited, I am waiting for you in Zetian Hall!"
Ge Yang chuckled: "Okay, I will go again later, A Yuzhi, let's go in advance!"
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Lin Muyu rode the horse, and Qin Yan soon followed. As the son of King Ning, he naturally wanted to participate. It was very lively along the way. The people of Lanyan City were all showing their lights and colors, and Qin Yan laughed. : "Brother, the sword sucking technique you showed last time... I still haven't mastered it yet. Tell me more if you have a chance!"
"Well, I'll talk about it when I have time."
"Okay, thank you brother, hey..."
Qin Yan is still a martial idiot as always. His obsession with martial arts makes him second only to Lin Muyu among the younger generation in the temple, and there is a faint tendency to catch up. It is said that he is about to break through the first level of heaven at any time. God, there is such a realm at a young age, which is beyond the reach of Lin Muyu, Feng Jixing, Qin Lei and others.
The people outside Zetian Temple pray for blessings, and there is a sea of people. Just today, Qin Jin will join hands with His Royal Highness Yin to hold a spring ploughing ceremony to pray for the people of the world. The square is about to be submerged by the sea of people. Lin Muyu, Qin Yan and others can only get off their horses. Leading the horse to squeeze in step by step, in such a day, it seems that all soldiers have lost their majesty and have fun with the people.
After entering the outer city of Zetian Temple, Qin Yan’s weapons and space bags were taken away. The laws were strict. Only the Yulin Guards and commander-level officers were qualified to carry weapons into the Zetian Temple, so they could only That's it.
After handing the horse to the servants, Lin Muyu took Qin Yan into the hall. The hall was full of people. The people who were invited were either the important ministers in the hall or the emperor and generals.
Qin Jinduan sat on the throne, and Qin Yin stood beside him in a luxurious princess cloak. Seeing Lin Muyu from a distance, he immediately stepped down on the king's ranks and held his hand affectionately: "Brother Ayu, I heard Are you tired of reviewing the dossier recently? Hee hee, just take advantage of this opportunity today to have a good rest, Brother Ayu, Happy Spring Plowing Festival!"
Lin Muyu couldn't help laughing: "Xiaoyin also has a happy Spring Plowing Festival!"
"Huh, come with me and pray for the emperor."
"good!"
Qin Yin took his hand and walked up to the king's rank. Lin Muyu bowed and saluted, and said: "Lin Muyu prays for the emperor, and the emperor will live well and have a long life."
Qin Jin couldn't help laughing, "Okay, great... Ayu!"
Lin Muyu nodded and didn't know what to say more decently, but when her gaze was swept away, she saw that many of the princes and nobles' children in the crowd in the main hall had their eyes high enough to kill people. Qin Yin was the number one beauty in Lanyan City and her family. The heir, regardless of appearance or status, is the existence of the stars Pengyue, but now the first beauty of the empire is so affectionate to Lin Muyu, how can this prevent the young aristocrats who regard Qin Yin as their dream lover from envy and hatred Woolen cloth.
Fortunately, Qin Jin relieved the siege and said, "Ayu, the hall will start in a while. You and Xiaoyin will come to the apse with your father. I have stewed some lotus soup in the morning. It has the effect of refreshing the heart. Come and taste it. Try it!"
"Yes, Father Father."
Lin Muyu respectfully followed the emperor and the princess into the apse, causing countless people's eyes to be flushed, but this is the privilege of him, the righteous son of the emperor. It seems that Qin Jin is also deliberately or unconsciously trying to tell everyone how much he values this one. Emperor Jun Yizi, not just giving him a simple title.
Lin Muyu couldn't see through Qin Jin, she really couldn't see through.
…
Qin Jin's cooking skills are well known in the world, and a bowl of lotus seed soup is also made very exquisitely, and the aroma is overflowing.
Lin Muyu sat down, took a sip respectfully, and smiled: "It's really sweet."
Qin Jin also smiled: "Then drink more."
"Yes, Father Father."
After drinking two full bowls, Lin Muyu was worried that he would be unable to hold back urine when the spring plowing ceremony...So he did not dare to continue drinking, and respectfully said: "Father, I'm full..."
Qin Jin Waner personally helped Lin Muyu clean up the dishes.
Qin Yin sat aside, chuckled and said, "Brother Ayu, are things in the temple very cumbersome... I heard Xiaoxi say that you are about to lose your white hair..."
"Haha, it's okay!"
"That's right." After Qin Jin handed the bowls and chopsticks to his courtiers, he turned and said with a smile: "Ayu, I heard that you have cultivated a mercenary group called Longdan Camp, which already has more than 10,000 troops, no Know if it's true?"
When he asked with a gentle expression, Lin Muyu's back became cold.
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