Cai Yong talked happily, and Xi Zhicai listened quietly, without saying a word, his eyes flashed, as if he was thinking, and as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

After receiving the news from Cai Yan, Cai Yong began to prepare. His knowledge was far above Cai Yan. He might not believe in this method, but if he wanted to make Xi Zhicai believe it, he could do a wide range of quotations. As if it were the case, it seemed that it would be wrong to not understand it like this.

Don’t be ignorant. Even if he is as clear as before, Cai Yong can still easily fool him into several streets when talking about knowledge. Therefore, although Xi Zhicai has been paying attention to Cai Yong’s expression and almost analyzed Cai Yong’s theory word by word, but in the end he failed to find Cai Yong’s flaws.

"So, does the origin of the Confucian Sect really come from the Western Regions?"

"This can't be like this." Cai Yong shook his head seriously, as if he blamed Xi Zhicai for not seeking deep understanding and was convinced. "At present, this idea is just a series of sporadic evidence, with scattered sources and not systematic enough, and no one went to the Western Regions to conduct an investigation. He just listened to the laws and ancient books of the Western Regions to prove each other. No one knew how many misunderstandings there were."

Cai Yong gently clapped his hands: "The Master said: Is it a pleasure to review the old and learn the new? Is this considered new? It still needs to be verified. I am old, if I am twenty years younger..." If he looked at Xi Zhicai with a deep meaning, his eyes were full of envy. "I will definitely go to the Western Regions. If I can find the source of the holy fire, even if I die in the Western Regions, I will be satisfied. In this life, I have walked many roads and seen many strange things outside the books. Compared with this secret, it is not worth mentioning."

Xi Zhicai's eyes flashed, he rose up, bowed and bowed: "Mr. Bo Ji, thank you for your advice, I can't repay you. There is a stone chamber in the north of Songshan Mountain, with some bamboo and silk in it. Mr. may be interested."

"I have a book city. I have seen more than tens of millions of classics. What other words can interest me?" Cai Yong stroked his beard and said casually: "Is it related to the source of the Confucian Holy Fire?"

"Maybe." With a move of Xi Zhicai, the paper and pen on the table in front of Cai Yong flew up and fell lightly into Xi Zhicai's hand. Xi Zhicai took it and waved it casually. He drew a sketch, then threw it casually, and the brush accurately fell into the pen holder. The thin bamboo paper also flew in front of Cai Yong. Cai Yong was stunned, his eyes twitched, and he looked at Xi Zhicai in surprise.

Xi Zhicai smiled slightly and left.

Cai Yong sat down for a while before he let out a long breath. He now knew why Cai Yan repeatedly reminded him not to do the right thing with Xi Zhicai. Xi Zhicai's realm has exceeded his imagination, and it is easy to take his life.

Cai Yong calmed down and looked at the sketch in his hand again, and his eyebrows were immediately elated. Yingchuan County had fallen into the control of the court. Now, General Zhang Yan, the general of the Southern Expedition, is stationed in Xiangcheng. With this grassland, he can take out the bamboo slips and silks collected in the stone chamber at any time. He has no concerns, but in fact he feels itchy when he hears it. This kind of collection of books hidden in the stone chamber is undoubtedly a treasure, and it will inevitably cause uproar in the academic community as soon as it is born. It is an irresistible temptation for him, a Confucian scholar who is obsessed with books like his life.

Cai Yong took the sketch and headed straight to the mansion of Taifu Huangfu Song.

...

Liu Xie quickly walked into the Princess's Mansion and climbed the steps to the hall. He said with a smile: "Sister, you are in health. Now that I suddenly call me, what's the big deal? Alas, wait a moment, let me guess. It must be a good thing to see you like this."

"It's indeed a good thing." The eldest princess raised her eyelids and said with a word: "At least, that's the case for me."

When Liu Xie heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and then he smiled and said, "You and I are brothers, it is a good thing to you, and of course it is a good thing to me."

"This... makes sense." The eldest princess gestured for a moment, and a maid presented a letter. The eldest princess took it and held it in her hand, but did not hand it to Liu Xie. Instead, she weighed it in her hand for a while, then slowly said: "Your prince has returned and is stationed in Khanshan Mountain."

Liu Xie's face turned pale.

The eldest princess looked at him quietly, a hint of sympathy flashed in her eyes, and then she felt a little disappointed. Liu Bian returned, and Liu Xie was so shocked that there was no happier. This Ming Dynasty, Liu Xie did not want Liu Bian to return at all, and those in the past were all deceitful.

She was most unacceptable to the eldest princess. The late emperor had few descendants, only three of them, as their brothers, Liu Bian was very kind to Liu Xie, but Liu Xie had no affection for Liu Bian. He was obedient on the surface, but he always longed for Liu Bian to die behind his back. Is this still human nature?

Is it true that the throne is an abyss that can devour human conscience?

Seeing that the princess's expression was cold, Liu Xie realized his incompetence and quickly tried to calm down and said with a forced smile: "This is really good news, it's simply unbelievable."

"Do you dare not believe it or you don't want to believe it?"

Liu Xie raised his head in surprise. "Sister, why did you say this? The emperor's brother returns safely. This is of course good news. How could I not believe it?" His eyes turned red, he lowered his head and wiped his tears. "I understand. My sister must think that I am greedy for the throne and hope that the emperor's brother will die in a bad life, so it's a bit."

"Am I wrong?"

Liu Xie stood up and bowed deeply: "It's not surprising that my sister has such an idea. I am in a suspicious place, and I will inevitably be blamed for suspicion. However, the Qing Dynasty has been the Qing Dynasty and the emperor's brother returns. I can put down this burden from now on, so naturally I can't afford it. Sister..." Liu Xie said with tears in his eyes: "You will understand my brother's grievances at that time."

The eldest princess felt soft and her eyes were a little gentle. She coughed lightly: "You want to relax from now on, but I'm afraid you won't be able to do it yet. Your prince won't return to the Central Plains for the time being."

Liu Xie looked at the eldest princess in confusion. "He... is injured?"

"No." The eldest princess hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "He has nothing, he just has to stay on the grassland for a while."

Liu Xie was nervous and thought about it, but he still didn't understand his intention. "Sister, why is the emperor...?"

The eldest princess frowned slightly and shook her head gently. "I don't know what he is thinking. However, since he has not exempted you from the right to supervise the country, you cannot relax. Do it according to your established idea. He does this naturally have his intention. By the way, he proposed to transfer Zhong Yao to the governor of Youzhou. Jia Lingjun and I have discussed it, and basically have no objections. What do you think?"

Liu Xie was puzzled. "The emperor's brother wants to transfer Zhong Yao to the governor of Youzhou, and we still need... our opinions?"

The eldest princess glanced at Liu Xie and nodded. She vaguely guessed why Liu Bian did this. Although Liu Bian returned safely, he could not finally solve the problem of his offspring. Liu Xie might have to inherit the throne in the future, so it was a forced task to let him continue to supervise the country. In this case, it is still necessary to maintain the system of Liu Xie's supervising the country and assisting the ministers.

"Okay, I'll think about it when I go back and reply to my sister as soon as possible."

...

On the grassland, flags flutter.

Dong Zhuo held his fat belly, squinted his eyes, looked at the dust in the distance, raised his broad palm, and made two gestures.

The messenger beside him rings the war drum, shakes the battle flag, and passes Dong Zhuo's orders out.

In an instant, the sound of war drums spread to the surroundings like waves. The Han soldiers who were advancing immediately took action. The infantry pushed the Wugang car out, removed the wheels, and connected them together with iron chains. After the infantry holding a knife and shield rushed to the Wugang car, they squatted behind the shield. The crossbowman was busy rolling the crossbow and pushing the arrow bag to the appropriate position to prepare for shooting. The cavalry rushed to the two wings, lined up the north, protected the formation, and prepared for the impact.

This is a common infantry and cavalry tactic used by the Han army. The advantages are that they have strong defensive ability, very obvious disadvantages, slow reaction speed, and weak attack ability.

When the battle formation was about to take shape, the scout rushed from a distance and sent the news that the enemy was about to approach to Dong Zhuo.

Seeing the scouts who were almost whipping the four hooves of the war horses without hesitation, and looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, the Han soldiers knew that the enemy coming was extraordinary. If Dong Zhuo had not ordered the formation in advance, if these scouts had sent the news, the Xianbei people would have already killed them.

Taiwei Dong was indeed a long-time general on the battlefield. His intuition was extraordinary and saved their lives.

Many soldiers turned their admiring eyes to the sturdy figure under the central army's flag and breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the way, they had seen Dong Zhuo's intuition three times. He seemed to be able to know if there were any enemies approaching by just looking at the color in the distance. Although it took a lot of trouble, it also allowed them to avoid the misfortune of being slaughtered by the Xianbei people.

Everyone held their breath, stared at the smoke and dust beside them, ready to fight.

Under their nervous gaze, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated and slowly turned into invisible. Countless scouts rushed from afar, sending messages to Dong Zhuo's ears. Ordinary soldiers could not hear the messages, but only saw scouts shuttle back and forth like butterflies, keeping breathing, not daring to be careless at all.

Half later, Dong Zhuo issued an order, the warning was lifted, and camped on the spot.

The soldiers of the entire army felt relieved.

Dong Zhuo jumped off the war horse and waved his hand indifferently. The guards took off his special bed from the baggage truck and let him rest first. As he got older, he became fatter and fatter, and the long-term riding of horses had already overwhelmed him. Even if there were no Xianbei people coming, he would have to stop and rest.

Li Jue urged the horse to come, turned over and dismounted in front of Dong Zhuo, and shouted: "Taiwei, what are these Xianbei slaves doing? They come and go, come and go, are they making fun of me?"

Dong Zhuo glanced at him, and with a "pop", a thick phlegm spit on Li Jue's face.

"Nothing happens! Why are you anxious? Keep that breath for me. Don't be so terrible now. It's time for you to work hard."

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