Although Chen Shiliu was a farmer from the suburbs of Beijing, he had been with Li Xin for so many years, from the steward of the Jing'an Marquis' Mansion to the prisoner of the Southwest Firearms, and now he has been the leader of the Ancient Ministry for a few years. His experience is far beyond ordinary people. At this time, his scheming and scheming are not comparable to the firewood chopper in Chenjia Village before. The document that made him so anxious and lose his composure shows the importance of the news.

Li Xin reached out to take the document, opened it and looked through it. After reading it carefully several times, he silently folded the document and put it back into his sleeve.

At this time, Governor Li's expression was a little complicated.

He turned his head to look at Chen Shiliu and sighed, "Brother Mu has made great contributions again."

Chen Shiliu bowed to Li Xin and said, "Congratulations to the Marquis."

Li Xin put the document back into Chen Shiliu and said silently: "Cross a few copies and send them to Li Shuo and Zhao Jia, and let the Shangshutai prepare to discuss the merits for Brother Mu."

"Congratulations to Mr. Ye and Duke Ye to make contributions to resist the Xianbei and to make contributions together, and not to lose the hearts of the heroes."

Chen Shiliu lowered his head and said, "I understand."

Li Xin put his hands into his sleeves, looked up at the plaque of the Jing'an Marquis Mansion, and was a little lost for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Shiliu and asked softly: "Shiliu, what do you think... what do you think is me?"

Chen Shiliu lowered his head slightly and said with a smile: "To me, the Marquis is naturally a great person. Our family has all received the Marquis' grace."

"I helped you a little, and you helped me a lot, so there is no big grace."

Li Xin slowly let out a sigh of relief. He was originally facing his own house, but he stopped and walked towards the carriage parked at the gate of the Marquis' Mansion.

"Tell my family that I won't go back to eat at noon, so don't wait for me."

Chen Shiliu bowed to Li Xin's carriage and held his fists and watched the carriage leave.

The carriage from the Jing'an Marquis Mansion left Yonglefang staggeringly and walked towards Qinhuaifang. Finally, it stopped at the entrance of Qinhuaifangfang in the afternoon.

Li Xin bought some small candies and the like in the shop along the street, held it in his hand, hesitated for a moment, bought another half pot of Zhurong wine, and then walked to the door of a large mansion in Qinhuaifang.

This big mansion was originally the residence of a wealthy businessman on the Qinhuai River. Later, it was bought and converted into a temple. Every day, there were people chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha's name. There were also many Buddhists who believed in Buddhism. Occasionally, some people went to and chanted Buddhist scriptures for one and a half days.

Li Xin was standing at the door, so naturally someone informed him. Not long after, he came to the backyard of this temple. Under the pavilion in the backyard, he saw Cui Jiuniang wearing green clothes.

Originally, after Li Xin entered Beijing, he planned to take his sister who was kind to the Marquis' Mansion or Yonglefang to live in Yonglefang. However, Cui Jiuniang lived in Qinhuaifang for most of her life and was unwilling to move, so Li Xin asked someone to buy her such a house. Now it has been turned into a temple by Cui Jiuniang and is still well-known nearby.

After the two of them sat down, Jiu Niang looked up at Li Xin and asked softly: "Mr. Marquis should be very busy now. How can I have time to come to me?"

Although she believed in Buddhism, she did not have a regular family of sacrificial certificates, so she still had no hair shaved and practiced with her hair. However, time is unforgiving. She is much older than Li Xin. Now Li Xin is in her thirties. This boss Cui, who was once a bystander on the Qinhuai River, now has a lot of black hair on his hair.

Li Xin put the snacks in his hand on the table, and then opened half a pot of Zhurong wine. He knew that Cui Jiuniang would not drink, so he only poured himself a glass. After taking a sip of the wine, Li Xin let out a long breath.

"There are always some things in my heart that make me restless, so I came to talk to my sister and ask her to give me a lecture."

Jiu Niang picked up the tea in front of her, took a sip of it very gentle, and then smiled and said, "With the Marquis' current power, what else can you not be at peace?"

“No more obstacles.”

Li Xin frowned slightly, and he looked up at Cui Jiuniang, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I... may be the emperor."

In fact, Li Xin's words are wrong.

His current situation is not that he wants to be an emperor, but that he will almost certainly be an emperor. In the past, there were wars in northern Xinjiang as an excuse. However, after Mu Ying's war report was sent to the capital, he had no excuses and no obstacles in front of him.

People from the southwest will definitely push him to the position of emperor.

Nowadays, with Li Xin's status, everyone in the capital can say that he can fart, but only the voices in the southwest can Li Xin not ignore, because the Southwest Army is the foundation of his entrepreneurship and the foundation of his power.

The weight of these people is incomparable to Zhou Youyi and others.

After hearing Li Xin's words that scared a lot of people away, Cui Jiuniang just frowned slightly and then said softly: "Since you entered Beijing, this matter has been destined."

She lifted the wine pot and helped Li Xin fill the wine in the glass, and smiled and said, "Just count, you entered Beijing in the winter of the fifth year of Yuan Zhao, and now it is the late summer of the second year of Yankang. In the past two years, are you not ready to be emperor?"

“Things of the world are impermanent.”

Li Xin lowered his head and drank a sip of wine, and said with a wry smile: "I used to never thought that I would be the emperor one day. After entering the capital, although I began to think about this, when things came to an end, I always felt something was wrong."

Speaking of this, Li Xin paused and said silently: "But now, the general situation has come true. What I think in my heart is no longer important."

Cui Jiuniang smiled and said, "Then how did you think before?"

"My son is also half of the Ji family's blood. I once thought about changing his surname and taking over the Ji family's family business..."

Speaking of this, Li Xin shook his head and said in a stern voice: "Later I realized that this idea was too idealistic and could not please the Ji family, nor could it offend the old subordinates of the Southwest. Both sides were not pleased, so I could only start preparing for the change of surnames in the world."

Li Xin shook his head and sighed: "Today, the great thing about changing surnames in the world has been done, and I feel uncomfortable in my heart."

Cui Jiuniang looked at the middle-aged man in purple in front of her and suddenly remembered the young man who came to Deyilou with a basket of charcoal on his back and found him selling charcoal more than ten years ago. After she was stunted for a while, she sighed slightly.

"Actually, there is no need for you to please anyone in Chang'an."

She whispered: "You are now feeling a little sorry for your wife and His Highness the King of Wei back then, but in fact, life in the world cannot satisfy everyone."

Cui Jiuniang turned the Buddhist beads in her hand and spoke in a gentle tone.

"The reason you feel uneasy is because you are a good person and you are not suitable for doing what you are doing now."

"But God has arranged for you to do it again, and you will accept it calmly."

This shopkeeper of Deyi Building back then smiled calmly as if he had first met the charcoal seller more than ten years ago.
Chapter completed!