Some words sound unceremonious, but they are unrefutable because they are telling the truth.

For example, the sentence in front of you.

Feng Zu lay on the branch of the sycamore tree, and the few hairs drooped down. The night wind blew the mountains and forests with leaves rustling.

This is very harsh when you say it.

"Can you make me live?"

The silence of death lasted for a while, Feng Zu looked at Li Xiu, his little eyes unblinking.

"I think no one wants to die."

Li Xiu replied.

"If I could live, no one really wanted to die."

Feng Zu said again.

"So can we talk about where to stand now?"

Li Xiu pinched a leaf behind him, then walked forward and placed it on the branch beside Feng Zu, and said lightly.

Feng Zu tilted his head and looked at the leaf for a long time. It was not until a feather fell on his body that it said, "Please, Your Highness."

Tonight is particularly long.

Mr. Murong second master stood on the mountain road and looked up at the sky. The edge of the moon, which was only a trace, seemed to be covered by darkness at any time.

Xu Yingxiu leaned against the tree, and the fur coat on her body was tightly attached, which felt very warm.

He didn't pay attention to how long it had passed. Ruthless footsteps sounded on the path behind him, and Li Xiu walked back from under the sycamore tree.

"how?"

Murong Tiancheng asked in a deep voice, the success or failure of this matter is very important, and even he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Take me to see Murong Yingjie."

Li Xiu didn't say anything, and the expression on his face looked extremely calm, just like usual.

This is good news.

Xu Yingxiu followed behind him, Nie Yuan breathed a sigh of admiration in his eyes. He could not think of how Li Xiu convinced Lord Feng Zu, but in the end, this was a very amazing thing.

Murong Tiancheng walked in front of Li Xiu, holding one hand in his sleeve tightly, with consolation in his eyes.

Even if everyone in the world overestimates Li Xiu, they will still underestimate him in the end.

If we calculate it at this moment, we should be more sure.

Li Xiu didn't have much to do when he came to Gusu City. The so-called "suffering one's own affairs" is nothing more than that.

Similarly, not many people will meet tonight, only three.

I've seen one just now, but the result is pretty good.

Now I'm going to see the second one.

Murong Tiancheng is ahead, and Gusu City at night is not quiet. This is a river and lake city, with countless river and lake people gathering.

There will inevitably be disputes

It is not a big deal to appear and die some people.

"I will see my brother later, what will your highness do?"

While walking forward, Murong Tiancheng asked.

"Or what is your Highness going to let me do?"

Murong Yingjie is not that easy to see, nor will he be as weak as Feng Zu, and he is caught by Li Xiu in his hands. Since he dares to send that invitation, it means he is ready to turn against him.

"Stand outside the door and wait for me."

Li Xiu said lightly.

This is telling him that nothing needs to be done.

Halfway through the night, most of the lights in Murong Mansion had gone out, only a few lights flashed in the aisles and study rooms.

The study room is located in the deepest part of the entire Murong Mansion. It is an independent place with a deserted surrounding it.

The weeds are overgrown, and it looks like an abandoned garden that has not been taken care of for a long time. It is hard to imagine that there will be a study in such a place, and it is even harder to imagine that such a place will appear in Murong Mansion.

“This is still a bit like that.”

Li Xiu stood outside the gate of the deserted garden and looked at it for a while, and a curious look appeared on his face for the first time.

Although it is very light, it is indeed curious.

"Is this still a bit like that?"

The second master raised his eyebrows, feeling that the prince's taste is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

"When the snow field was destroyed in the north, many people died along the way. At that time, they could not look back. Many corpses were piled up on the snow field and could not be taken back. So Li Shuai ordered people to dig hero tombs along the way to bury the dead soldiers, also known as the snow field soldiers' tombs."

Li Xiu looked around and said, "It's no different from what you see."

Rather than saying it is a hero's tomb, it is actually just a more beautiful wilderness dry tomb. One person after another died in battle, and one grave after another was erected. No one would care about which grave was buried, where the person lived, and what his name was.

The Tang Dynasty's invincible world today is not something else, but the glory that the soldiers of the border soldiers fought with their lives.

They went to their deaths generously, guarded the border, sacrificed their lives and left behind only a string of numbers in history books.

Glory and triumph are left to the younger generation and those who survive.

The dead were only a nameless desolate grave and the snow covered with snow.

Comparing the study where the lord of Gusu City is located to a dry tomb in a wilderness is a bold and impolite metaphor.

But Murong Tiancheng felt that he was very vivid, and he became more and more like him the more he looked at him.

A smile appeared on his face, and then nodded: "This is still a bit."

The three of them were waiting outside the door, and Li Xiu walked in alone.

After stepping on weeds, he stood at the door of the study room. He reached out and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Then he pushed the door and walked in.

The study room is a place for reading books and a place for meditation.

Murong Yingjie's voice sounded a bit thick. He sat on a chair with a straight body, holding a book in his hand, reading the notes of Wei Caotang.

From Ji Yun, it is a rural strange story that records various foxes, ghosts, gods, and retribution, or strange stories that have been experienced by himself. Li Xiu has read it all through the world. This is a good book.

"Here you come."

Li Xiu pushed the door and entered. Murong Yingjie put down the book in his hand and looked up at him, with a faint smile on his face.

The face looked very gentle, wearing a simple plain robe, and was thin, just like a accountant who could not raise his hand or raise his shoulders in the teahouse.

It is hard to imagine that the city lord of Gusu, known for his stubborn and extremely domineering form, would look like this in front of him.

"Here you come."

Li Xiu replied, but did not walk in front of him, but walked around the study and looked around casually.

"Your Highness seems to have a lot of thoughts to say."

Murong Yingjie placed the notes of the Caotang in a corner, then sorted out the pen, ink, paper and ink on the desktop, and asked with a smile.

“I have a lot to say, but that doesn’t matter.”

Li Xiu reached out and took a Jiang Ye flipped through the top of his head. It was a good book, and he had read it many times.

"What matters?"

Murong Yingjie hung his brush on one side, then picked up two red candles from under the table and lit them to the inside and outside corners of the study. The brightness of the whole room increased a lot.

"Whether you listen or not is the most important thing."

Still swaying, Li Xiu looked at the candle shaking in a corner of the study and said softly.

This time Murong Yingjie shook his head.

"There is nothing in this world that is important. It is not important if Your Highness says or doesn't say it, or if I listen or don't listen."

"Then what do you think is the most important?"

"It is the most important thing to make the Murong family live longer."

Murong Yingjie said with a smile.

Li Xiu's eyes slowly moved away from the candle and finally froze on his face.

"If you plan to do this, the Murong family will definitely not live long."

"Why don't you live long?"

"Because I don't like it, I won't live long."
Chapter completed!