The Chunxue Building in Guangling Prince's Mansion changed owners, in fact, half of Liyang's lands and mountains changed owners that night.
Nalan Youci, who planned all this, sat on the mouth of the rouge well on the top of the river by the river, with a dozen colorful Guangling Road specialty rain flower stones spread out with one hand, twisted up one by one, and then thrown into the well one after another.
Next to Nalan Youci stood the Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Baijie, who had been reduced to a prisoner. Unlike Wang Xionggui, who was imprisoned in the prison, Lu Baijie, as the Guangling Taoist envoy, was free as long as he did not leave the palace without authorization.
Lu Baijie asked, "What is Mr. Nalan looking for from me?"
Nalan Youci lowered his head and bent down to look at the mouth of the dark well, and said with a soft smile: "Although the Yanchi Prince's Mansion also has some spies who have been rooted in Tai'an City for many years, some of them are not low in official status, but after all, they can't compare Mr. Tangxi, who has been in the center for a long time, I just want to know how many Liyang important ministers who are qualified to participate in the "Xiaochaohui" of the Yangshen Temple in Tai'an City are honest and loyal ministers, and how many of them will be in danger? There are a few people who are at odds with the young emperor, if Mr. Tangxi is willing to speak out, we can watch the dishes, and there will be fewer evil spirits and wild ghosts in Tai'an City in the future."
Even if he was speaking extremely cruel words, the voice of this Spring and Autumn Counselor was soothed and his smile was shallow. He was really a romantic person who was hard to hate.
Lu Baijie shook his head and said, "Mr. Nalan is thinking too much."
Nalan Youci knew such an expression on his face, waved his sleeves and stood up gracefully, and said with a smile: "Go, I will take you to a room. I spent a full three thousand shi of rice to get it all together for Mr. Tangxi. A study."
Lu Baijie was at a loss, giving gifts to the study? And what happened to the three thousand shi rice? Not to mention that Tai'an City, where every inch of land and every inch of gold is precious, is my hometown Jiangnan Road. With only three thousand shi of rice converted into silver taels, how many good stationery items can I buy
Nalan Youci said confidently: "Mr. Tangxi may as well wait and see, you won't be disappointed!"
Lu Baijie followed Nalan Youci to a quiet courtyard in the palace. Nalan Youci pushed open the door, stretched out a palm, and motioned for Lu Baijie to enter the house first.
The first thing that catches the eye is a yellow rosewood black-grained half table. Because it is a low table, it is not a luxurious and elegant book case, but the waist is made of banana leaves. Broken branches, flowers and birds, have the charm of large Fengcai porcelain. The dragon-shaped corner teeth are carved below the teeth. The desk farther away is a long table with Chi patterns, on which are the four treasures of the study, all of which are handed down treasures that any scholarly family on Jiangnan Road would like to enshrine.
Nalan Youci walked to the table, grabbed the lid of an ancient and lovely purple sand pot with both fingers, lifted it high, but the body of the pot did not fall, and said with a smile: "It is the lost world of the old Dongyue. The Gongchun pot, so that when this pot was popular in the north and south of the country, drinking tea has already taken second place, and it has become a masterpiece for connoisseurs. Now it is even more difficult to find. There is no way. A Gongchun teapot was buried with him, and Hong Jia destroyed too many of them in his travels across the country. Of course, rare items are expensive and hard to find. Mr. Tangxi is a master of tea ceremony, and I think he knows better than me about the quality of this teapot."
Lu Baijie only glanced at the teapot, looked around, and asked with a serious face: "This room, all the objects, only used three thousand shi of rice?!"
Nalan Youci laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's definitely not the raging war in Guangling Dao that caused all the high schools to sell their treasures at a low price. Suddenly rich and successful villains don't have a few valuable surnames. Otherwise, they are just fools on the wall to protect themselves. This time, when the owner of Chunxue Building changed, most of them saw that the wind turned quickly, so they didn't need to take out these good things in exchange. Gold and silver rice."
Nalan Youci suddenly squatted down, burrowed into the Chi pattern desk, then poked his head out and waved to Lu Baijie.
Lu Baijie was bewildered by the counselor of the misfortune and auspicious talisman, hesitated for a moment, and then followed the gourd painting to get under the desk. Nalan Youci rubbed his fingers on the bottom of the table, and said with a smile: "It's not easy to light candles in broad daylight." , but with Tangxi Sword Immortal's eyesight, you should still be able to see the origin of this thing by handwriting. It's here!"
Lu Baijie followed Nalan Youci's fingers and looked up, and saw that someone had carved six characters with a dagger, crooked, except for a little childishness, and absolutely not like everyone else, but Lu Baijie was shocked on the spot, and the six characters meant three words. Individuals, all have names but no surnames, Fengnian, Zhihu, and Longxiang!
It must be known that Xu Zhihu who married Jiangnan is Lu Baijie's niece and daughter-in-law. Lu Baijie was also the elder of the family who loved that woman the most in Lu's family, so Lu Baijie confirmed that it was Xu Zhihu's handwriting without a doubt! Furthermore, Lu Baijie knew that in Qingliang Mountain, Xu Zhihu and Xu Weixiong had a mediocre relationship since they were young, so among the four children of the Xu family, only Xu Weixiong's name was missing, which is a powerful circumstantial evidence that the world cannot fake! Lu Baijie can even imagine the playful appearance of that girl in red sitting on the ground many years ago, carving words with a knife.
Lu Baijie was silent for a long time, even after leaving the table with Nalan Youci, he still refused to speak.
Nalan Youci had a happy look on his face, "I guess, even the owner of the table didn't know that his sister had carved letters on the bottom of the table, otherwise he would be reluctant to sell it."
Lu Baijie thought of the young man who asked him face to face in the early years if he could sell him a few catties and taels of benevolence and morality. With complicated emotions, he smiled bitterly and said, "Why is his Xu family here? Didn't Mr. Nalan say before that after Zhao Xun left Qingzhou, there was no Losing control of Jing'an Road, how can we prevent grain from entering the Liang Dynasty? Moreover, you have temporarily unintentionally involved in Jing'an Road. At first, I thought it was because you were worried that your troops would be too scattered and the front line stretched too long, so as not to be attacked by Wu Chongxuan's army in one go. Going south. Now it seems that you Nalan Youci meant it? You intentionally let Beiliang and the imperial court create filth for this, for fear that if the Beiliang frontier army unexpectedly wins the second battle of Liangmang, the Xu family's iron cavalry will still have strength Go to the Central Plains to suppress the rebellion?!"
Nalan Youci leaned against the window, with the jade tree facing the wind, playing with the taste: "Otherwise, do you think that Wen Taiyi, an old official minister, can return to Qingzhou so smoothly to serve as an economic envoy? Court officials are not allowed to serve as parents' officials in their hometown, but they are one of the laws of Liyang!"
Nalan Youci smiled even more, and said with a tsk: "No matter how senior Wen Taiyi is in the capital, and no matter how solid his official relationship in Tai'an City is, he should go elsewhere and be promoted to a civil official leader. I want this guy to be the Jing'an Daoist A little envoy, but a lot of favors were spent in Tai'an City, but don't think about it, the Liyang court gave me a big surprise, let Ma Fulu's son go to Jing'an Road to take charge of the military and horse power, so that in Caoliang Regarding the matter of Liang, the civil and military officials of the two frontiers joined hands to back up the moths of the country secretly, so that they could withstand the pressure of Qi Yanglong and Huan Wen. Come on, that's not a vegetarian, the remaining two million stones of grain and grass may really be sent to Northern Liangling Prefecture."
Lu Baijie firmly pressed one palm on the table, and the table creaked, showing that it was bearing the majestic pressure of Tangxi Sword Immortal.
Nalan Youci, who was in a good mood, smiled to himself: "As long as there is a war in the world, we need food and grass. The Beiliang frontier army is not a magic soldier, and of course it is no exception. Even the young governor Xu Beizhi is very foresighted Although he has done a lot of work to buy Mishishi, but the power of Lingzhou, which is known as Jiangnan outside the Great Wall, is obviously still not enough to make the Beiliang Frontier Army, which is about to usher in the second battle of Lumang, have no worries, so Xu Beizhi What about this Beiliang transfer envoy?"
Nalan Youci asked himself and answered: "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. This truth is understood by ordinary people in the market without education, let alone the number one civil servant in Beiliang who the Zhao family in Liyang most hopes to win over! So Xu Beizhi So I ran to Qingliang Mountain and told the vassal king surnamed Xu, your family has a lot of money, but it is still not enough. You can be a seller, and I will help you to toss this matter. Just outside the Liangzhou Pass, the city of Jubei, which is exhausting the people and money, is going to be built. Except for the military households, the wages needed by the other registered households will come from here, and the food and grass for the frontier army to fight will come to Lingzhou to buy your Xu family's belongings. They earn money from people, ask them for a price, don’t charge them money, only need food and grass. As long as they have the ability to get food and grass from the water transport officials along the Guangling River through their own personal relationships or various channels, it doesn’t matter what method they use Delivery to Beiliang, the sale counts!"
Nalan Youci pointed to a folding fan in Lu Baijie's hand, "Ma Xiaoguan, a master fan maker in the old Western Shu, was the work of Ma Xiaoguan in his later years. There are only two left in the world. One is in the imperial study of Emperor Liyang. It's hot in summer, and I'm just looking at it, I don't want to waste my life and money to 'please bring the breeze', there is still a little left in your hand, Mr. Tangxi, do you know how many stones of rice it took to buy this fan? Six hundred. Listen It’s rare to go up, right? Even if the buyer’s share of the cost of managing relationships is shared, it’s still earned by grandma’s house, isn’t it? But let’s not blame the Beiliang king for not being in charge of the family and not knowing how expensive he is. He, in his stomach The calculation of that account is not the same as ours. It's a pity that you, Mr. Tangxi, understand the calculation, even Qi Yanglong and Huan Wen, the two pillars of a country, understand it, so it's useless!"
Nalan Youci came near the Huanghuali Wuwen half table, suddenly stood on tiptoe, sat down on the table in such an indecent manner, met Lu Baijie who was standing there, and stretched out his hands, "Tangxi Sir is not the kind of old-fashioned Confucian who can only bury his head in classics. He was a minister in the Ministry of War in the capital. Wealth varies slightly, but it is roughly the same. Mr. Tangxi is a son of a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River. I know that you, the richest in the world, eat extravagantly, as many as four or even five meals in a wealthy family. Ordinary people can also last a day For three meals, the pot should be full for two cookings and three cookings, and yellow flowers are the most expensive fresh fish', this saying is so enviable even in southern Xinjiang.”
Nalan Youci gently shook one of his palms, "On the other hand, even the people in Lingzhou generally eat two meals a day. In summer and autumn, two days of vegetarian food and one day of light meat, in spring and winter, three days of vegetarian food and one day of meat." The young and strong who need to do heavy work can drink a spoonful of wine each. Green ant wine is notoriously inexpensive. In this way, the young and strong in Beiliang consume about eleven stones of rice a year, and the rations for women and children are halved. If a family is counted as five people, because there is always a young and strong person in the family who is a frontier soldier outside the pass, so only a family in Beiliang with only one young and strong person in the pass will need sixteen or seventeen shimi a year. Xu Beizhi's food raising measures in Lingzhou in the past two years can roughly guarantee that within three years, the food of the people in the pass will not be affected by the flames of war, and even in critical moments, they can urgently support the Beiliang frontier army with 500,000 shi. But this is already This is the limit of Beiliang, and the second battle of Lumang is coming soon. If it lasts for a year, if the frontier army is young and strong, it will take 11 grains per year. By next autumn, it will need 3.1 million grains and grass !"
Nalan Youci patted his palms lightly, and said with a smile: "But the imperial court has only sent 800,000 shi of grain and grass now, and the remaining 2.2 million shi promised, I will be in charge There is no way for the grain officials to turn the corner. Moreover, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. For no reason, they have to lose three million yuan in dividends from grain and grass every year. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents. Can this be tolerated? Let alone for those barbarians from Northern Liang, if it is for the Liangliao frontier army of Dazhu Kingdom Gu Jiantang, then that's all. Just pinch your nose and resign yourself to fate. Isn’t the barbarian from Beiliang biting dogs with the barbarian from Beimang? Let’s drag him along, his Xu family’s iron cavalry can’t protect himself, and he can still spare his hands to compete with us water transport officials who are far away?”
On the desk under Lu Baijie's palm, the four table legs shattered!
The entire tabletop just fell straight to the ground, and those literati who were once priceless and now extremely cheap, fell in all directions like birds and beasts.
Nalan Youci turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear, and continued to laugh: "Of course, the dog will jump over the wall when he is in a hurry. Beiliang doesn't just rely on cheap sellers in exchange for food and grass. Didn't the young man surnamed Xu gain a lot of power? Let them clear the way down the Guangling River and open shops in various places with countless antique collections. Of course, these Jianghu people have hard fists. It is said that Xu Beizhi, the transshipment envoy, has already spoken out. Delaying the Liyang government that the Yulong gang was doing legitimate business, he asked the Beiliang iron cavalry to knock on the door of the house and reason. , I was really shocked by this hand, so at this time, I need Nalan Youci to muddy the water again."
Nalan Youci pointed at his nose with a finger, smiling brightly.
Lu Baijie clenched his fists tightly, staring at this only surviving figure among those Spring and Autumn advisors.
Zhao Changling, Huang Longshi, Yuan Benxi, and Li Yishan all died one after another.
It seemed that Nalan Youci was the only one who lived to the end, and seemed to have the last laugh.
Lu Baijie asked: "You, Nalan Youci, just want to help Zhao Bing usurp the throne, why did you come to this?!"
Nalan Youci restrained his smile, and propped his hands on the delicately textured huanghuali tabletop, "I put as much thought into Beiliang as I did in Tai'an City."
Lu Baijie, who has always been gentle and refined, asked angrily: "Are you really not afraid of the fight between the snipe and the clam in Liyang Beiliang, only the fisherman in Beimang wins?! Nalan Youci, what do you want to do?!"
Nalan Youci didn't care about Lu Baijie's murderous intent at all, and lazily said: "Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want."
Then Nalan Youci turned to the door and said with a smile: "You all back off, Mr. Tangxi was just joking."
Lu Baijie laughed back angrily, "Am I joking with you, Nalan Youci?!"
Nalan Youci asked back: "Otherwise you can really kill me?"
The Tangxi Sword Immortal suddenly became depressed.
Lu Baijie had never been so disheartened.
Whether it was for a woman who was willing to be silent in a family full of heroes, or was banished from Tai'an City by Emperor Liyang, or was imprisoned in Chunxue Tower, the indifferent Lu Baijie had never felt so helpless.
Nalan Youci jumped off the table, sneered softly, "The entire Central Plains will be as helpless as you, and you, Lu Baijie, are just the first person to experience it personally."
Lu Baijie squatted down silently, turned up the table, looked at the handwriting carved by the woman in the early years, and was dazed.
After Nalan Youci finished his last sentence, he walked out of the room slowly, not forgetting to gently close the door for Mr. Tangxi.
That sentence was "I'd like to see how that young man surnamed Xu will help you guard the Northwest Gate in the Central Plains!"
Nalan Youci walked out of the house, left the courtyard, climbed to the top floor of Chunxue Building, came to the corridor and stood by the railing, overlooking the Guangling River.
He muttered to himself: "Drunk and holding a wine glass, you can swallow the breeze of Wuyue in the south of the Yangtze River! Breathing through your armor, you can absorb the energy of Qinlong in the northwest!"
But now, I live in the south of the Yangtze River, and you who uttered such bold words have long since died in the northwest.
Nalan Youci raised his head and asked softly: "Li Yishan, if you were still alive, would you advise your student not to guard the gate of the northwest country?"
At this moment, a voice sounded behind Nalan Youci, "Li Yishan will never say these words."
Nalan Youci didn't turn his head, and quickly recovered his normal expression, and asked with a smile, "Why does the king of Shu have the leisurely mood to climb high and look far away?"
It was Chen Zhibao's uninvited guest who said indifferently: "Wu Chongxuan is nothing. Throwing it to the Beiliang frontier army, he can't even become the deputy commander of the infantry. Is it worthy of my seriousness?"
Nalan Youci finally turned around, leaned against the fence, and said with a smile: "Don't say that in front of Zhao Bing, it's too embarrassing. Wu Chongxuan and I, Nalan Youci, were Yan Chi back then. The king's right-hand man."
Chen Zhibao sneered, "So your soldiers and horses in southern Xinjiang are only worthy of internal strife in the Central Plains."
Nalan Youci sighed, "Chen Zhibao, Chen Zhibao, you really need to change your temper that only wants to tell the truth."
The implication is that Nalan Youci obviously did not deny Chen Zhibao, and acquiesced in the contempt of the former Northern Liang Governor for the elite army of southern Xinjiang.
Nalan Youci smiled and asked, "Do you not regret leaving Beiliang?"
Chen Zhibao twitched the corners of his mouth, he didn't even have the desire to speak.
Nalan Youci turned around again, looked at the Guangling River that was rolling into the sea, and said: "The iron cavalry refuses to go north like a euphorbia Hengjiang, who said that?"
Chen Zhibao still didn't speak.
Nalan Youci was lying on the railing, with his chin lightly resting on the back of his folded hands, "Beiliang Beiliang, the homonym is sad and desolate, unlucky. I don't know why that guy didn't persuade Xu Xiao to change."
Chen Zhibao finally sneered and said, "Sad?"
He walked to Nalan Youci's side, laughed and said, "I have 300,000 Beiliang cavalry! Life is miserable, but death is magnificent! How could you gentlemen of the Central Plains understand that!"
Nalan Youci said softly: "You said 'I am Beiliang'?"
Suddenly realized, Nalan Youci let out a sigh, and said to himself: "One day you were a Beiliang frontier army, and this life you are all Beiliang veterans. I understand, what you did has nothing to do with Xinliang King Xu Fengnian, and even has nothing to do with Xinliang King Xu Fengnian. The old Liang Wang Xu Xiao is also irrelevant."
Nalan Youci turned to support his chin with one hand, patted the railing with the other, and continued to look far away, "Chen Zhibao, don't worry, I will help you make this Central Plains understand, of course, this is what we can stand here and talk about." premise."
Chen Zhibao asked: "Aren't you afraid that Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu's father and son will kill you? Especially that Zhao Zhu?"
Nalan Youci said a not-so-funny joke, "I'm almost scared to death."
Chen Zhibao turned and left, and said in a deep voice: "I, Chen Zhibao, don't ask about the process, but only look at the results. If you can't do it then, let alone Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu, I will kill you first."
Nalan Youci, who turned his back on the soldier saint in white, said in a nonchalant tone, "Let's just wait and see with this world."
Watch that big joke with me, Nalan Youci, a not-so-funny joke.