Chapter 170 May you live long and soar to the sky

Cui Jing and Xu Daozhen looked at each other and said nothing.

"This is good, this is good." Chen Mo had already had a headache because of the quarrel between the two, "There's no need to argue."

Xu Daozhen shook his sleeves and said to Cui Jing, "Then I'm at a disadvantage. I don't know how many of those noble families want to kill me. Besides, those people came to you and probably bribed you a lot."

It’s not that he can’t sing with this black face, but it’s hard, dangerous and has no benefits, so he is not very happy.

Yan Xingchuan then said, "We'll arrange for a team of people to surround you to ensure your safety. Also, since Cui Jing has gained fame, he's not allowed to accept bribes. He can't refuse. Half of the proceeds will go to the treasury, and half will go to Mr. Xu."

Cui Jing was a little unhappy: "Then all my hard work would be in vain."

Chen Mo said loudly, "Why did you work so hard in vain? It's all merit! This is all merit. I'll let the military advisor commend you later. Cui San, you will definitely receive a lot of merit in the future. This is better than gold, silver and treasures!"

Cui Jing thought about it and found that it did make sense.

Although he worked hard but gained nothing at that time, he was not short of money. If he accumulated more merits, he could be granted the title of marquis when Northern Yan conquered the world.

feasible.

"That's what we'll do, but it can't just be Mr. Xu and I. We need to get more people involved. From now on, Mr. Xu will play the bad guy, and I'll play the good guy."

Xu Daozhen thought it was okay after hearing this: "If you don't need half, just keep 10% and put the rest into the treasury. There's no use for me to have so much money."

"Yes." Yan Xingchuan made the final decision, deciding on the black and white team. "When Northern Yan conquers the world one day, you will all be Northern Yan's heroes. It won't be a problem for you to be made marquises or prime ministers."

Yan Xingchuan's pie was big and round, and the key was that one day he really gave it to him. Cui Jing and Xu Daozhen were immediately satisfied.

It was at this time that Yun Gang rushed to Laizhou City from Xianyang City.

"Is he back? Let him in."

Yun Gang arrived and presented Cui Si's letter. "Madam Cui is dead, my lord. This is a letter from Princess Wang to you."

Yan Xingchuan sat in the main seat and did not speak.

The room was quite quiet. The September wind blew in from the yard, and the dead leaves rustled and fell, burying all the dust.

Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, Cui Jing cast his gaze over. Only then did he come back to his senses and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Princess Wang ordered me to take a letter to the Lord." Yun Gang presented the letter.

Cui Si's letter.

This is really rare.

Cui Jing was somewhat curious about what Cui Si had written to Yan Xingchuan, but before he could open his mouth, someone pulled him up and left.

It’s Chen Mo.

Chen Mo pulled him and said, "Master, we will take our leave now."

Everyone came to their senses and stood up to say goodbye: "Master, we are leaving now."

Cui Jing was practically being carried left and right by someone. He was speechless: "Let go! Let go! What are you doing? Can't I walk by myself? I'm not stupid."

Although Cui Jing was somewhat curious about the matter between Yan Xingchuan and Cui Si, he did not want to get involved. As long as Yan Xingchuan did not do anything to let Cui Si down, he would definitely be a loyal and good minister to his lord!

A person like him must be loyal, righteous, and have friends and relatives, no matter how high or low he is.

Yan Xingchuan didn't bother to pay attention to this group of people. When he came to his senses, he reached out to take the letter, took out the letter paper, and touched the familiar handwriting. For a moment, his heart, which was as floating as duckweed, felt a moment of peace and stability.

Sometimes people are really ridiculous. They don’t know how to cherish what they have, but when they lose it, they realize how precious it is.

The bright moon was still there, and it shone on the colorful clouds as they returned.

Just thought it was normal.

Even though we cannot get what we want now, it was just the norm back then.

Cui Si's letter was only one page long, with only two sentences, but he read it over and over again, and his eyes felt a little hot.

"May you live long and soar to the sky." Yan Xingchuan read it to himself and could roughly imagine how she wrote these words in front of the candlelight at night.

The brush strokes are dipped in ink and the brush lines are connected.

The expression on his face was also casual and indifferent.

Just like her attitude towards him, there was no resentment or hatred at this moment, she only wished for their own well-being.

This is fine, this is fine... Without resentment, she can probably live a happier life, even though he can only be a stranger in her life.

"You delivered the things over, and what did she say?"

"The old lady initially refused to accept it, thinking it was a bit excessive, but the master's kindness absolutely couldn't be rejected. In the end, it was the princess who gave in. She said... that when the master marries the queen, she will prepare a gift for the master and queen."

Yan Xingchuan paused, speechless: "Then perhaps there will be no chance to give her this gift."

He probably understood the meaning of her letter. She was doing well now and had let it go. She hoped that he could also let it go and move on.

But he probably could only stay here and had no way to move forward.

If they move on, there will really be nothing left between them, and he can't bear to let go. It's better for him to be the only one who remembers and thinks about it.

"My Lord." Although he was somewhat reluctant to speak, Yun Gang thought for a moment and finally said, "Before I returned, I heard that Princess Wang and Mr. Jiang had set a wedding date for the eighth day of the eleventh month of this year."

"November 8th?" Yan Xingchuan was stunned.

In his previous life, he married Cui Si on the ninth day of the eleventh month.

At that time, we had just captured Chongshan Pass and the weather was cold, so it was not a good day.

But because the marriage with Cui had been delayed for half a year, the Cui family was worried that he would regret it and hoped that he would marry as soon as possible, so they set that date.

When he returned from Xianyang City to pick up his bride, it was snowing lightly along the way.

The journey was long and the snow was falling.

She also joked with him that if they were caught in the snow together today, they would grow old together in this life.

It's a pity that he didn't grow old with her. Their love for each other ended halfway through their marriage, and only resentment and hatred remained. They only wished that they would be strangers in the next life.

"What a coincidence."

When she was engaged, he arrived in Xianyang City in the evening. She was engaged in the morning and had already made an engagement with someone else, so they were an engaged couple.

On the day that was supposed to be their wedding, she married someone else the day before and made a solemn vow to be together forever.

After all, God did not treat him well. The old Taoist priest's words about a turning point must have been a lie, but he still believed it.

Those who practice Taoism don’t care about destiny. They only care about that their fate is in their own hands, not in the hands of God. If it is not good, then they can go against God and change it.

However, Yan Xingchuan remembered something: "Have you found out why Divine Doctor Baili refused this marriage?"

"They're probably still investigating. I'll go ask them."

"If there's still no news, then we'll arrange for more people to investigate." Yan Xingchuan felt anxious for some reason. "Before she gets married, we must find out everything."