"The internal troubles in the south can be quelled, but another disturbance will arise..." Wu Jue looked at the hexagram and murmured, "It is indeed difficult to achieve peace."
And what this hexagram shows is not just about Jiangnan. He heard yesterday that the army sent by the court to suppress the rebellion in Daozhou was defeated again and again...
The rebel army, initially formed by the uprising of refugees and bandits in Daozhou, has attracted more and more people to respond as its momentum grows. Now there are more than 100,000 people, and most of them are civilians... In Wu Jue's opinion, the public opinion revealed behind this incident is more frightening than Xu Zhengye's rebellion.
If they were not forced into a desperate situation, why would ordinary people rebel? Last year, Daozhou suffered a severe drought, and the imperial court was ineffective in providing disaster relief. There were even victims who flocked to the capital, but were driven away.
The victims who flowed into the capital at that time were like a stone thrown into a lake. No one paid attention to this small ripple at that time. From the saints to the officials in the capital, no one had expected that a small stone would cause such a storm today.
Wu Jue sighed and turned his gaze back to the hexagram in front of him.
He could only predict that there would still be disturbances in Jiangnan, but it was hard to say where exactly they would go.
Wu Jue looked towards the south. Her Highness's existence now transcended the theory of fate. Wherever she went, she would bring "turnaround" and "variables". And if Her Highness's influence grew in the future, the "variables" she could bring would become greater and greater.
At first, she only influenced some people around her, but after she decided to leave the capital, the scope of her influence began to expand rapidly.
From protecting Hezhou, to killing Li Yi, and then killing Xu Zhengye, it also affected the lifeline of Heluo culture...
Thinking of this, Wu Jue couldn't help but sigh - there was nothing he could do, his prince was nothing special but brave and ambitious.
Hey, it’s his blessing to have such a capable lord.
Wu Jue gave a smile that was a mixture of joy and sorrow, but a gust of wind came in and he couldn't help coughing.
Hearing that the coughing continued for a long time, the monk guarding outside came in and asked him if he wanted to ask the temple's medical monk to come and see him - the abbot's health had not been good since last year, and they were all very worried.
Wu Jue waved his hand and said "No need", ordinary medicine could not cure his illness...
Time is short, so you might as well take a good sleep and have a few sweet dreams.
In fact, he could be said to be living a comfortable life during this period of time. The emperor already had the answer in his mind and no longer needed him to do anything for the magic circle. He also probably learned from Tianjing that his time was running out, so he no longer let people keep a close eye on his every move as before.
A dying person also has his own comfort.
Wu Jue sent the monk away and just as he was about to take off his monk shoes and get on the bed, a young monk came and said, "...Donor Meng is here and wants to discuss Buddhism with the abbot."
Wu Jue's face turned bitter when he heard this. This was not the donor Meng at all, he was clearly a financier and a creditor!
When Dayun Temple was first built, Meng Lie donated money as a businessman, so although he was not a powerful official, he could freely enter and leave Dayun Temple, which ordinary people could not enter. Any monk in Dayun Temple would know that this Mr. Meng had a very deep Buddhist affinity with Dayun Temple.
With such a profound connection with Buddhism, the treatment will naturally be different. It is really reasonable to want to meet the abbot and talk about Buddhism.
Meng Lie was invited into the tea room in the abbot's courtyard. After the monk served him tea, he performed Buddhist rituals and left, closing the door.
In the tea room where only two people were sitting opposite each other, Meng Lie frowned slightly and explained his purpose and confusion.
"I've been having a lot of dreams lately, and they're all about old things..." He emphasized the word "old things" with a hint of meaning, and added: "And I'm restless, and I always feel like something's happened."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Wu Jue.
Perhaps because he had heard too many stories about the girl A Li, his feelings this time were different from the past.
Wu Jue's eyebrows moved slightly: "Do you feel palpitations?"
"Sometimes." Meng Lie looked at Wu Jue steadily: "... In your opinion, is there any explanation for this?"
"Isn't the explanation obvious?" Wu Jue looked at him helplessly: "You have frequent dreams and palpitations. Just get some medicine to treat it!"
Meng Lie's eyes twitched: "..."
I have never heard such medically relevant Buddhist instructions in my life.
He glanced at the tightly closed door, put his hand on the coffee table, leaned towards Wu Jue, lowered his voice and asked seriously: "You know what I'm asking you... Have you felt anything strange recently?"
Meeting those solemn eyes that were filled with expectations that had accumulated over the years, Wu Jue slowly shook his head.
Meng Lie leaned towards Wu Jue's body and retracted it little by little. He was silent for a moment, but still refused to give up.
He talked with Wu Jue for a long time, and then stayed for a vegetarian meal.
After the food was served, Wu Jue picked up the chopsticks with a smile, greeted Meng Lie, and picked up some food for himself.
However, as soon as his chopsticks reached the plate, Meng Lie's chopsticks pressed them down with a "snap".
Wu Jue was stunned, and when he looked up, he met Meng Lie's dissatisfied and reproachful gaze.
Wu Jue didn't react for a moment: "What's wrong?"
It would have been better if he didn't ask. This question completely angered Meng Lie: "What's wrong?"
Wu Jue suddenly realized it and quickly put away his chopsticks, smiling shyly: "I forgot for a moment, forgot..."
There was no one else in the room. Meng Lie's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly, but he still picked up the dishes with chopsticks in a respectful manner - he picked up each dish with a chopstick and placed it on the empty plate in the right place.
He poured another cup of tea and slowly spilled it on the ground.
——As per the old rules, Your Highness eats first.
After completing this set of rules, Meng Lie still looked at Wu Jue with dissatisfaction.
Wu Jue, who was judged and convicted by Meng Lie's gaze, could only cry out for injustice in his heart - it was not that he did not want to worship His Highness, but the rules of worshiping the dead were no longer applicable.
But now we cannot tell the other party the truth.
Yu Zeng is so trusted by His Highness, yet he is suspected of betraying His Highness... We must be so careful about keeping this a secret.
The secret technique was found by Meng Lie back then, so he shouldn't have doubted Meng Lie, but for more than ten years, he was in the temple and the other party was outside the temple, so he really lacked the opportunity to get to know each other. More than ten years is too long, and it is hard to guarantee that people's hearts will not change...
Thinking of this, Wu Jue sighed and said tentatively: "Old Meng, I know you are loyal, but this technique is just a one in a million chance... Now you and I are both old, maybe you should let go of this obsession, marry a beautiful wife, and live a happy life for a few years..."
“Bang!”
Before Wu Jue finished speaking, Meng Lie put down his bamboo chopsticks with a gloomy face: "It doesn't matter if there is only one in a million, even if I have to wait until the day I die of old age!"
"I was wondering after seeing you today how different you are from the past. It turns out you are going to let go of this 'obsession'!"
Meng Lie's eyes turned red with anger, and he stood up suddenly: "Everyone talks about letting go, but who in this world will still remember Your Highness!"
His Highness died so unwillingly, why should he let it go!
This place is divided into two rooms, inner and outer. Meng Lie said this and left with a flick of his sleeves. Wu Jue came to his senses and quickly chased him forward to stop him: "Old Meng, you misunderstood me..."
Meng Lie pushed him away, and as they pushed and pulled each other, Wu Jue coughed violently, and suddenly he saw Meng Lie's face change.
Meng Lie stared at the blood coughing out of the corner of his mouth and frowned greatly.
Wu Jue wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, but his expression did not change when he saw the scarlet blood stains on his sleeve.
"What's this disease?" Meng Lie grabbed his arm and realized that the fat monk was much thinner than the last time they met. "Have you seen a doctor?"
"It's not a big deal, it's okay." Wu Jue smiled and pulled his arm back, saying nonchalantly: "It's the transition from spring to summer, I just have some heat in my lungs."
Meng Lie's expression became solemn.
This monk always does the opposite of what others say. If it is a minor illness, he would want to yell and complain to everyone, but if it is a serious problem, he would not say a word at all - just like the dog at home, which would bark for a long time if someone stepped on its tail on weekdays, but when it is about to die of old age, it would not even want to enter the house! So he just advised him to "let it go", was it to leave him a last word?
"Is it related to the old illness left over from the previous serious illness? Wait for me to find the best doctor for you!" Meng Lie said in a deep and uneasy voice: "Don't think of dying before the great thing is accomplished!"
"There's no need for a doctor. I don't need that stuff..." Wu Jue grabbed one of his hands, patted the back of his hand, and sighed: "If you really want to, send me some tonics and medicines, the best Ganoderma lucidum, deer antlers and old ginseng, no matter how expensive it is..."
Meng Lie frowned and looked at him: "Did you soak them all in that ten-year-old girl's red wine?"
Wu Jue immediately smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Take one bowl before and after meals. Within ten days, all your illnesses will be cured!"
Meng Lie laughed dryly: "Yes, if a person dies from drinking, then all diseases will be cured, right? If a person dies and the disease is cured, it means a treatment that cuts the root of the disease!"
As he spoke, he shook off Wu Jue's hand: "Keep your life for me, don't even think about being a hands-off boss!"
Wu Jue invited him to have dinner, but he ignored him and left.
Knowing that he must have gone to find a doctor, Wu Jue sighed: "This man..."
No matter how he looked at it, he was still the old Meng he knew, saying the most hurtful words and doing the most worrying things.
"Buddha, please bless me to live two more years... I have been in this temple for so many years, and I haven't been able to enjoy drinking and eating meat once." Wu Jue looked at the Buddha statue hanging on the wall and sighed, "I still owe Lao Chang a pot of mutton soup."
After saying this, he suddenly realized, "No, my life is no longer under your control. You don't have the final say—"
He shook off his blood-stained sleeves, put them behind his back, and walked into the inner room with his big belly bulging. He laughed and said, "From now on, my master will have the final say!"
But there is no need to let His Highness know.
Your Highness can do whatever he wants, he doesn't have to aim at saving his miserable life.
Everything has its own destiny, so just follow it.
Wu Jue sat down alone, picked up his chopsticks and ate heartily, filling his cheeks.
After eating to his satisfaction, Wu Jue put down his chopsticks, but a hint of melancholy appeared between his brows.
It is said that when you are full, you will not miss home. But before eating, he could still "go with the flow". Now that he has filled his stomach, he can't help but feel greedy.
He wanted to make mutton soup for Lao Chang. His Highness' birthday was coming up, and he also wanted to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for His Highness with two eggs.
I wonder who is faster, His Highness or the King of Hell, and who will come to pick him up first? Whether Chang Suining is faster than the King of Hell, there is no answer yet, but she is not slow in rushing back to Jiangnan this time.
Chang Suining led 20,000 light cavalry as the vanguard, Xiao Min was in charge of the central army, and the rear army was responsible for escorting the 60,000 prisoners.
Another 20,000 people traveled by boat, escorting most of the food and supplies.
Also traveling by water were the couple Liuhuo and Sishi.
In addition to the warships previously borrowed from Shouzhou and Guangzhou, all the ships of Xu Jun were seized, which had been largely repaired, so the number of ships was sufficient. Since the conditions allowed, Chang Suining did not let Liuhuo travel long distances.
After all, her Liuhuo has made many military achievements and deserves some veteran treatment.
Liuhuo had a very comfortable journey. He slept in a separate cabin at night and slept till dawn. During the day, he stood majestically on the deck, looking at the scenery along the way with Sishi, showing off the kingdom he had conquered with his master.
There was only one thing that was annoying - that guy called Ah Che was too diligent and would always wash it! One day, the stubborn Liu Huo, who was still as strong as before, shook Ah Che all over.
Ah Che didn't know what to say... In front of him, he was spitted at by the son, and behind him, he was splashed with bath water by the father. Who could he go to for justice? Liuhuo shook his fur again, water droplets splashed, and a mist of water was created.
The return journey was shrouded in the same fine rain and mist, and a layer of moisture covered his bright fur.
The drizzle did not delay the journey, Chang Suining ordered to continue moving forward.
She had to hurry back to see if Lao Chang had prepared her birthday gift.
Perhaps it had been a long time since she had celebrated her birthday, so Mr. Chang was unusually thoughtful and wrote to her in advance to ask if she wanted any birthday gift.
Chang Suining thought about it and realized that it was true.
She picked up a pen and wrote down a name, and then added two words - alive.
The mood of opening presents is always impatient. After walking for half a day in the drizzle, Yuan Xiang and He Wuhu returned from the front and reported: "General, we are ten miles away from where General Chang is camping!"
Chang Suining raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Yuanxiang joined the team, followed Chang Suining and continued to move forward.
Yuan Xiang still followed Chang Suining back to Jiangnan this time. It was Cui Jing who took the initiative to propose it. After a little thought, Chang Suining took him with him without hesitation.
Now she has no truly well-trained soldiers around her, She Cai and her companions are still inexperienced, and He Wuhu and others are even more unskilled - and Yuan Xiang was born in the Xuan Ce Army and has followed Cui Jing in battles for many years. Such talents are exactly what she lacks the most at the moment, and borrowing him to be a coach is perfect.
This time, it can be considered as exchanging one Axiong for one Yuanxiang, which is a huge profit no matter how you calculate it.
…
"General, the girl is back!"
When Chang Kuo heard the message, he was greatly encouraged. He dropped the military affairs in his hands and rushed out to meet the enemy quickly even though he had a limp.
Chang Suining dismounted and walked towards him.
"General Ning Yuan is back!"
"General Ning Yuan!"
The salutes all around were full of excitement, and the soldiers looked at the girl who had returned with great military exploits, their eyes sparkling.
Due to the atmosphere, when Chang Kuo was about to follow suit in saluting, he suddenly came to his senses and stretched his hands forward instead, patting the girl on the shoulder: "Our great hero is finally back!"
Chang Suining also smiled and stretched out a hand towards him: "Dad, where is my birthday present?"
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