Changsun Xiyu frowned slightly.

She didn't care about these things on weekdays, but when the real storm hit and even threatened Changsun Wuji, she felt a little awakened. She didn't care about these things in normal times because she didn't need to care about them, because such a big tree blocked all the wind and rain.

She felt that her temperament was a little indifferent.

Just like many years ago, she didn't seem to care much about Guo Beixi and others.

She will not take the initiative when dating anyone.

If someone invites her, she will go there if she is interested and will never take the initiative to launch any activities.

But after these people died and disappeared forever in her world, she felt deeply saddened, and she realized that she cared so much about those people.

Listening to Changsun Wuji's comments on Wang Yehu, she felt like she was when she heard Guo Beixi leave Luoyang that day.

Changsun Wuji was clearly talking in front of her, and she was still holding the piece of lard cake that she had eaten, but she was inexplicably nervous.

"Wang Yehu is so powerful? He doesn't have any reputation in Chang'an. There has been no sound in so many years. If I hadn't known that he was an eighth rank, I wouldn't even know his name." She took a deep breath and looked at Changsun Wuji and said, "From your opinion, he seems to be as powerful as you."

Listening to Changsun Xiyu's childish words, Changsun Wuji laughed out loud.

"I lived in Luoyang when I was young. The city of Luoyang was so close to Chang'an, but the city of Luoyang was relatively normal. Later, when I arrived in Chang'an, I found that the city of Chang'an was abnormal everywhere."

"The people in this city are also incomprehensible."

He looked at Changsun Xiyu and smiled, "Your uncles are still discussing with a dozen strategists in the secret room connected to my room, but they have been thinking about it for more than ten years, but they can't figure out what these people are wrong."

"Just say that Wang Yehu is such a powerful person, an old fox who is even more powerful than Duke Pei. If you change the mind of an eighth-level cultivator, you just have to arrange for him to see it. But you don't know what he thinks in his life. He is so low-key and hides, and he is so conscientious about doing what the emperor has assigned, no different from an ordinary old eunuch. I have investigated him for so many years, and he just commits crimes and does not do anything about rebellion. You say that he is not able to withstand and waits for the opportunity to make a big one at once, but his life is almost over. Moreover, he has been reconciling people's hearts for so many years, holding such great power in his hand, and he can do interesting things, that is, fighting the arm of Li, then he seems to be boring to the dragon throne, and he doesn't want to be famous. What kind of night fox is he? He has become a chamber pot for Li to pee."

"But what's even more ridiculous is that he's like this. The young and strong emperor didn't wait for him to get sick, old and die, but he wanted to fight for life and death with him. Who do you think is more wrong?"

"And the emperor has been thinking about fighting Goryeo for so many years. Your uncles have been verbally verbally verified for more than ten years, but they can't even think of why he is. It seems that there is no reason at all."

Changsun Wuji couldn't understand something, and of course Changsun Xiyu couldn't think of the reason. She just subconsciously cared about the practitioners standing at the highest point in the city.

"You said that Wang Yehu changed the mind of an eighth-level practitioner and just arranged for him to see who this eighth-level practitioner is?" Changsun Xiyu inexplicably felt that if she had not had something to do with her, Changsun Wuji would not have mentioned this sentence specifically.

"Li Deyi."

Changsun Wuji suddenly said the person's name.

"He's awesome."

He glanced at Changsun Xiyu and then said, "He was surnamed Li, but not the direct lineage of Li's family. So after involving his father's party struggles, he had no future in Chang'an. But who would have thought that he had been wandering outside for so many years but could still return to Chang'an with his cultivation. Li's family had been grinding him for half of his life and turned him into a sharp weapon. He should have left his will and had no desire to fight. But I know that Wang Yehu wanted to arrange for Li Xun to show him. If this happens, I'm afraid that Li's efforts for half of his life would be wasted."

Changsun Xiyu looked at him and said, "I don't really understand."

Changsun Wuji smiled. He knew that she couldn't understand, but was not interested in thinking. But today, it was the first time she had been talking to her here so patiently.

He said slowly, "Li Xun is also surnamed Li, but he is the direct lineage of the Li family, and the bloodline of the Longxi Li family. When Li Deyi looked at Li Xun, he would find a completely different life. Li Xun's cultivation and calculations should not be as good as him, but Li Xun's young, Li Deyi could see that it may not take ten years, at least Li Xun may surpass him in cultivation. Moreover, after this drama, if he returns to Chang'an, Li Xun may climb faster than him and be taller than him. This person, if he lives to a certain age, he will understand that some things do not belong to him and cannot be fought for. But people are born with problems, but often they know they cannot be controlled. Li Deyi is like this, and Xiao Zhenwei is like this... Sometimes it is not a breath that is worn out, but it is pressed deep, and it is always possible to sprinkle it out."

After saying this, Changsun Wuji thought of Wang Yehu, who was as old as him and had been in Chang'an for so many years silently, and he couldn't help but feel that this person had many problems.

"It would be fine if Li Deyi was Wang Yehu's son or disciple. But Li Deyi and Wang Yehu had no relationship at all. Did he think Li was unhappy with him, or did he just look at Li's dissatisfaction and wanted to ruin Li's affairs?"

"Another Wang Yehu fell down, and another Li Deyi came out, let Li Shi work in vain?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head, looked at Changsun Xiyu and said seriously, "You are right. These things that are fighting in the Tang Dynasty are really sick and boring."

Changsun Xiyu lowered his head.

At this time, she couldn't help but think about a question.

If Wang Yehu falls, if he will make Li Deyi, then one day, Changsun Wuji will leave this world. Who will he make before he falls?

Li Deyi was sitting in the carriage. As soon as he walked to a river, when the slightly warm wind blew open the curtain, he saw a boat in the river.

A young man stood on the bow of the boat.

His breathing paused slightly, and the curtains of the car seemed to be pulled by an invisible pair of hands, and remained motionless.

The young man seemed to have just returned to Chang'an. He stood at the bow of the boat and kept looking at the scenery along the way.

He was in a dusty state.

However, his posture is upright, his qi and blood are vigorous, and he is indescribable and full of complacentness.

This person is a bit similar to Li Deyi when she was young.

The same spirit is full of energy.

But he is stronger than Li Deyi when he was young.

There are not many young people like this in the world.

Especially this person has a very different qi and blood, and is the direct lineage of the Li family.

So when Li Deyi saw this young man, she figured out who he was.

Li Xun, a Jinshi, was an assistant teacher in the Imperial Academy, was exiled to Xiangzhou for his crimes, but he has now returned to Chang'an.

Li Deyi didn't know that this person had returned to Chang'an secretly, but he knew that Zheng Zhu, the governor of Longyou, had also secretly accepted the dispatch with his confidants and returned to Chang'an, and this person was Zheng Zhu's friend.

Li Deyi quietly looked at the young man on the bow of the boat.

It was not until the carriage drove into an alley that the rising curtains fell down.

Many years ago, when he left Chang'an, he was only left with the identity of a practitioner.

Many years later, he returned to Chang'an, but he still seemed to be a practitioner.

Even though he gave him a lot on the surface, when he saw this young man, he felt the same as when he left Chang'an again.

At that time, the misty rain was shrouded in the sky.

He looked back at Chang'an in the rain, feeling that he was far away from the center of power in the world.

And when he was in this city, looking at the young man on the bow of the boat, he suddenly felt that he was still excluded from power.

At this moment, in a very simple courtyard in the imperial city, an elderly eunuch started to eat breakfast only at this time in a courtyard with extremely simple furnishings.
Chapter completed!