Seeing that Mu Qiuhuang readily agreed, Ji Yan felt relieved. She picked up the paper and brush on the table and drew a portrait of Ji Ruoxue for Mu Qiuhuang.

Mu Qiuhuang accepted the portrait and nodded: "Brother Ji, don't worry, I will send someone to find Miss Ji immediately."

"Thank you, Brother Mu." Ji Yan bowed her hands in thanks.

…

After sending Ji Yan away, Mu Qiuhuang immediately ordered Linghu Jie to call Su Xiaoxiao.

While waiting for Su Xiaoxiao and the others, Mu Qiuhuang picked up the pen on the table and took a look at the portrait Ji Yan had just taken, and drew another one. Unexpectedly, Mu Qiuhuang also had a wonderful hand in painting.

The portrait of Ji Ruoxue was actually the same as the one painted by Ji Yan... Mu Qiuhuang took the two portraits and looked around. He didn't know whether it was because of Ji Yan's skillful painting or because Ji Ruoxue was naturally beautiful. Anyway, the Ji Ruoxue in the portrait was

It was so special that Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

…

"Sir, why did you call me here?"

"Send a message to all Huang Ling members in Tingzhou, asking them to temporarily put down everything they are doing and focus on finding her whereabouts." After Mu Qiuhuang finished speaking, he handed the portrait in his hand to Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao took the portrait and took a look at it, wondering: "Master, what is this?"

"This is Ji Yan's biological sister, the eldest lady of the Xiliehou Mansion. There is information that she is currently in Tingzhou." Mu Qiuhuang explained.

Seeing Mu Qiuhuang's anxious words, Su Xiaoxiao also knew that this matter was urgent. She had also seen Ji Yan when she came just now, and had already guessed that the matter must be related to Ji Yan... But what was a little strange was that this Xi Lie

Why does the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion make Mu Qiuhuang so anxious?

"What should we do after we find it? Control it or..." Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Mu Qiuhuang thought for a while and replied: "Follow me when you find her. Don't harass Miss Ji rashly, but you must protect her safety... I will rush to Tingzhou immediately after everything happens here."

Seeing Mu Qiuhuang's attitude, Su Xiaoxiao was even more surprised, but she didn't ask any more questions, but nodded and said, "Yes, Xiaoxiao will go down and make arrangements now."

After Su Xiaoxiao left, Mu Qiuhuang picked up paper and pen again and started writing a letter. Just when he had just finished writing the letter and put it in the envelope, he saw that there was another person in the room.

Mu Qiuhuang didn't seem surprised by this, and handed the letter and the portrait to the man, and said: "Charming, you are the fastest among the twenty-four ghosts, that's why I called you here.

, I want you to go to Tingzhou as quickly as possible and hand this letter into Tan Baiming's hand. After doing this, you don't have to rush back and stay there. If there is news about Ji Ruoxue, you will also

Follow in secret. I already said it in my letter to Tan Baiming. If necessary, you go directly to Tan Baiming and let him lead the army... I only have one request, and that is to protect Ji no matter what.

The girl’s safety.”

"Yes." Mei responded and quickly turned around and left.

After making these arrangements, Mu Qiuhuang was temporarily relieved. He believed in the abilities of Huang Ling and Twenty-Four Ghosts. In addition, he had also written a personal letter to Tan Baiming... He had done it to the best of his ability.

All arrangements possible.

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It was already dark, but the lights in the Prime Minister's residence were still brightly lit.

Xiahou Wenyuan was still sitting in his study room without a single book, writing at his desk. There were several piles of official documents on the desk in front of him. The pile on the far left was the highest and had obviously not been approved, while the other piles

The levels are different. Every time Xiahou Xuanba finished reading a book, he would take a pen and write on it.

instructions, and then seemingly casually threw them on several other piles. It stands to reason that Xiahou Wenyuan has already sat in the high position of prime minister and does not need to be so hard on himself. However, he has never slacked off on himself. Every day, as long as he is doing whatever he wants,

He will personally check every detail of the matters under his jurisdiction. He likes and enjoys this process of controlling power and deciding life and death.

Xiahou Wenyuan was already thirty years old, but he had never taken a wife. In addition, no one had ever heard that Xiahou Wenyuan had been close to women, or that he had other hobbies in bed.

, so the princes in Fengling City who were jealous of him have been secretly rumoring that Xiahou Wenyuan has a hidden illness and is unable to have sex between men and women. He is indifferent to such rumors and will not get angry at all, because he

I believe that with just a flick of his finger, countless beautiful women and girls will throw themselves into his arms. Even if he makes a request, the envious and jealous princes will give away their beautiful women.

His wife, his beautiful concubine, and even his own daughter were willingly given to him with both hands... The reason why he knew all this was due to his current status. He realized the role of power when he was very young. The reason why he is still

He is alone because no woman can make him obsessed like rights.

…

Just when the candle was about to burn out, Xiahou Wenyuan finally picked up the last official document... After Xiahou Wenyuan finished reviewing the last official document, he stretched for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, the boy who had been waiting outside the door for a long time came in and stood aside quietly.

"This stack is dismissed, this stack is sent down for execution, and this stack is sent to the palace tomorrow for His Majesty's review..." Xiahou Wenyuan pointed at the piles of official documents on the table in front of him and ordered these young men.

Just after the boy received the order and exited, the door was opened again.

A maid came in carrying a bowl of carefully prepared wild ginseng chicken soup. The maid was not very young and looked pretty. The porcelain bowl on the plate was exquisite and beautiful, and it was also extraordinary.

Xiahou Wenyuan calmly took the chicken soup and drank it in one gulp, then waved his hand to signal the maid to leave.

It has become a routine for him to drink a bowl of wild ginseng chicken soup after finishing official documents every day. He pays great attention to his health. He has always ranked health as the second most important thing in life, because he knows that he can only live longer.

, the longer you can enjoy your rights.

And this little maid does not have to do anything else in the Prime Minister's Mansion every day. She only needs to be responsible for bringing him a bowl of chicken soup at the most suitable time every night. As for the one who cooks the chicken soup, there is someone else...

…The benefits of owning rights can be seen from a simple bowl of chicken soup.

Normally, after Xiahou Wenyuan finished handling official documents and drank chicken soup, he would take a comfortable hot bath and then go to bed. But today, after drinking chicken soup, he didn't get up for a long time. It seemed that he still had trouble getting up.

What awaits there?

After a cup of tea, the cat in the yard outside the room suddenly meowed, and then the door was pushed open again.

"I've met the Prime Minister."

The person who came was none other than Xiahou Wenyuan's close confidant, Shen Mou.

Xia Hou stretched out the thumb and index finger of his left hand and gently pinched the center of his eyebrows, then asked: "How is it?"

Shen Mou put the stack of papers in his hand on the table and said calmly: "I have collected and sorted these. Prime Minister, please take a look."

Xiahou Wenyuan looked through the stack of papers and asked: "Which one do you think should be chosen?"

This stack of paper records a series of information about the military strength of the eight princes of Dayou, the ratio of talents, and the policies implemented in their respective fiefdoms.

Last time Xiahou Wenyuan told Shen Mou that Xiahou Xuanba had no intention of joining the Ninth Five-Year Plan, so he asked Shen Mou to go down and prepare.

Shen Mou was not told what he wanted to do at that time, but Shen Mou naturally knew what he wanted to do.

Xiahou Xuanba is determined to be a loyal minister. Without the support of Xiahou Xuanba's army, the Xiahou clan has no qualifications to enter... The entrance here refers to the separatist party fighting for hegemony and becoming the master of the world.

Since you are not qualified to fight for hegemony on your own, the next thing you can do is to be a vassal to other heroes who are qualified to fight for hegemony. As the saying goes, "A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses his master to work." In other words, "The clouds follow the dragon, the wind follows the tiger", but no matter how you say it, Xiahou Wenyuan has to choose a camp again, and then join... But now, apart from Xiahou Xuanba, there are only eight princes who are qualified to participate in the struggle for hegemony. So Shen Mou went to collect information about the eight princes that he thought would be useful to Xiahou Wenyuan in making a choice.

When Xiahou Wenyuan asked him, Shen Mou did not hesitate and said directly: "Among the eight princes, except for the three princes of Xilie, Beiyu and Nanzhao, the rest are not enough to accomplish anything, and Nanzhaohou did not send his son this time. Entering the capital... This shows that Nan Zhaohou Wu Kuang's long-term vision is not as good as Xiliehou Jiyan and Beiyuhou Mu Qingen."

Listening to Shen Mou's analysis, Xiahou Wenyuan smiled slightly and said: "Then do you think if I choose to join any of the other princes, is it possible for them to succeed? Are they qualified to compete with the three princes of Xilie, Beiyu, and Nanzhao? High or low?"

"sure."

Shen Mou said with certainty: "The Prime Minister's talents are so vast that they can turn the sun and the moon upside down. Nothing can be judged in absolute terms in front of the Prime Minister."

Shen Mou's words seemed like deliberate compliments, but both Shen Mou and Xiahou Wenyuan believed that what he said was taken for granted. This was not blind arrogance, but absolute self-confidence.

Xiahou Wenyuan laughed loudly when he heard this. After he had laughed enough, he said softly: "Forget it! You said that no matter which side I join, I will expand the original base of that side's strength. But no matter what happens in the end, the peak of my official career in this life is not just the position of prime minister.

No matter how stupid and incompetent these princes are, I believe that since they can sit in their position, they will never make wedding clothes for others and allow others to have the opportunity to occupy the magpie's nest... If this is the case, why do you have to do this to yourself? Hard?

People! It’s better to obey God’s will and not act against it..."

As Xia Hou Wenyuan spoke, he sorted the information of the eight princes. The information of the three princes of Xilie, Beiyu, and Nanzhao was placed in one place, and the information of the other princes was placed in another place.

"These three princes? How should I choose? What should I use as a meeting gift after I choose them?" Xiahou Wenyuan tapped the information with his finger.

When Xia Hou Wenyuan asked Shen Mou how he should choose among the three princes of Xilie, Beiyu, and Nanzhao, Shen Mou did not answer directly, but bowed and said: "The choice is decided by the prime minister. As for how to send greeting gifts? Of course. The best thing is to provide carbon in the snow, the middle thing is to cater to people's preferences, and the bottom thing is to add icing on the cake."

Xiahou Wenyuan glanced at Shen Mou appreciatively and asked with a smile: "With your talent, do you think it would be unfair to stay by my side?"

When Shen Mou heard this, he bent down a little and said humbly: "Compared with the prime minister, the talent of a villain is like a firefly and a bright moon. How can you say that you are underestimating your talent?"

Xiahou Wenyuan smiled upon seeing this and did not continue the topic. He waved his hand to Shenmou and said, "It's getting late. You should go down and rest first."

"yes".

Shen Mou responded, turned and left.
Chapter completed!