Dajingzhen Xuansi

Chen Junmo took the note, looked at it, propped his chin with one hand, pondered for a while, and said: "Unless there is no accident, Linghuyuan made a conservative estimate!"

"General Linghu has always been modest!" Eunuch Tang had a faint smile on his face.

Chen Junmo asked again: "Where is the one hundred thousand army led by Liu Ruoxi now?"

"I'm going to enter Yongzhou soon!" Eunuch Tang said.

Chen Junmo also had a little smile on his face when he heard the words, and said: "We have arrived in Yongzhou, this time is really just right!"

"Everything is within His Majesty's expectation!" Eunuch Tang said respectfully.

A sharp look flashed in Chen Junmo's eyes, and he said: "There is an imperial decree for Liu Ruoxi to lead troops to reinforce Linghuyuan, and the Wang family's [-] troops must be wiped out in Yongzhou. The Wang family's greatest strength, that is, the [-] troops, needs to be wiped out." With this army, even if Wang Boduan can retreat, he can make waves again, and be the prime minister of the Dajing Dynasty properly, with his ability, he will definitely be able to do a good job!"

"Your Majesty is wise and magnanimous!" said Eunuch Tang.

Chen Junmo smiled lightly, indeed, everything was under his control.

And Hang Tianyi, Liu Ruoxi and others are all pawns.

As night fell, the capital of the Dajing Dynasty was still bustling, with an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going.

The gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion was already closed.

In view of the majesty left behind, even if the Prime Minister's Mansion is now an empty city, no one dares to easily destroy every flower and grass in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Dajing Palace, brightly lit.

But no matter what, the palace couldn't be lively, and it still seemed so quiet at night under the lights.

Chen Junmo was in the pavilion next to the Yuye Pond, and the crane was still indifferent. He seemed to have always been extremely disdainful of the emperor who counted all over the world. Much has never changed.

"Animals are animals, and they don't know the God of heaven and earth!" Chen Junmo laughed, he was really in a good mood tonight, so he ignored these animals.

At this time, a figure appeared in the void.

This figure was able to pass through the protective formation of the palace, and quietly appeared in front of Chen Junmo.

"You're here!" Chen Junmo spoke first, and he knew who it was without looking back.

This is an old man with gray hair. His body is bent and thin, like a gust of wind can blow him down.

"I'm coming!" The old man's voice was so old and vicissitudes.

In a word, it seems like many years have passed.

If Wang Boduan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this old man is the old man who was saved in the underground space of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He calculated the fortune of the Wang family for Wang Boduan and made plans for Wang Boduan. Who would have thought that he was Chen Junmo's man.

Wang Boduan never believed what the old man said, but it was impossible not to be influenced by the old man.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Boduan's decisions over the years have become more and more extreme.

It turned out that all of this was done by Chen Junmo.

"These years, I have suffered for you!" Chen Junmo finally turned around, with rushing work and guilt in his eyes, which was very complicated.

"The veteran is not suffering, but His Majesty is suffering. Fortunately, His Majesty's every step of calculation has not gone wrong!" said the old man.

Chen Junmo said: "At this point, it's hard to say, you can stay in the palace from now on!"

"The old minister is old, and it is useless to stay in the palace. Please allow your Majesty to allow the old minister to live a few days of ordinary life!"

"You..." Chen Junmo sighed after all, and he said: "Forget it, you have made such a great contribution, such a small wish, how can I not allow it?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The old man got up and walked slowly,

His figure suddenly caught the news, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the palace.

A gust of autumn wind blows, and the great scenery of Kyoto in this late autumn season is already a bit cooler.

The old man coughed a few times, and blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Prying into the sky, that's the price!" The old man smiled wryly.

He was really dying and couldn't continue to work for Chen Junmo, but he didn't want Chen Jun to feel guilty, so he chose to leave the palace.

This is the most respectable thing for a lonely man.

"At this age, I still care about these things. It seems that I am just an ordinary person!" said the old man.

He couldn't help coughing again. At this time, the autumn wind was colder than before. His white hair danced wildly in the wind, releasing a desolate breath.

It was already very late at night, the old man stepped out, every step was very strenuous, his stooped body looked more and more desolate and lonely on the street full of people.

In this life, everyone's choice is different.

It is precisely because of this that everyone's path is different.

The choice the old man made back then, even if it ended up like this now, he did not regret it, because he thought it was all worth it.

It turns out that a person only needs peace of mind, as long as it is something recognized, it can support a lifetime.

The old man looked up, there was no bright moon in the sky, but the stars were so bright.

"I heard that when a person dies, a star will fall. I don't know which one belongs to me?"

The old man shook his head and laughed. He is a fortune teller, and even a practitioner. He has a certain understanding of things in this world.

How can I think about these problems that ordinary people think about when I am dying here.

Could it be that, along the way, he is just an ordinary person who knows a little more?

"People are just people, how can there be any difference between high and low and ordinary?" The old man seemed to have realized something. At this moment, all the experiences of this life came to mind.

It turned out that before he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he actually had such a rich life experience.

"No regrets!" The old man said, and he turned to look at the streets of Dajing Capital, one of which was extremely familiar.

Without any hesitation, the old man walked towards that street.

This is the iron shop alley in Dajing Capital, which has always been famous, because the people who forge weapons here have two hands.

But here, the most famous one is Master Fang.

It was very late at night, and the iron shop in the alley had long been closed.

But in the back corner, there was another one with the door open.

Although the door was opened, no one struck the iron.

The door was open, no iron was struck, the wind blew, and all the weapons hanging in front collided with each other, making a clanging sound, with an indescribable charm, like a symphony.

The door is still open at this point, not for blacksmithing, not for business, as if waiting for some people to come.

Waiting in the middle of the night, such a scene, must be just friends.

The old man walked out of breath, but he still walked to the front of the iron shop after all.

"You are here!" A voice came from inside the iron shop, and then an old man came out from inside.