Chapter 1151: See if it works. The place where Mu Mansion is located has the same status in Eastern Xinjiang as Chang'an City in the Central Plains. Since the Sui Dynasty court could no longer control the place, the status of Mu Mansion has become higher and higher. At the beginning, Mu Guangling's original intention was to lead the soldiers of the Mu family who had been trained for decades to go west, enter Shanhaiguan, and compete with the wealthy families of the Central Plains for the throne of emperor. Mu Guangling felt that the biggest difference between himself and those people was that what he had been doing in Eastern Xinjiang was the emperor's business. What I didn¡¯t expect was that the people of the Aupulu Empire came from the other side of the sea. Their ships were strong and their guns were powerful. The Dongchu Navy, known as the best in the world, was completely wiped out in just one battle. Dongjiang was nakedly exposed to foreign guns and artillery. At this time, Mu Guangling made the most important choice in his life. He gave up the westward advance that he had been preparing for many years, and instead led the soldiers of Mu Mansion to resist the invasion of foreigners. At that time, the people of Eastern Xinjiang really regarded Mu Guangling as an emperor-like figure. Mu Guangling is the savior of Eastern Xinjiang and the most solid backer for the people. The change came from the battle on Penglai Island. Five thousand Mufu soldiers fought bloody battles on Penglai Island for more than a month, but no one survived. He thought that his only son Mu Xianjun also died in that battle that was destined to be written in the history books, so he became violent and withdrawn. In order to continue the prosperity of the Mu family, he planned to bring over Mu Zihuan's eldest son, who was from the same clan. As a result, this gave rise to Mu Zihuan's ambition. So much so that Mu Zihuan dared to take the risk and assassinate him. The outcome is of course doomed. How could Mu Zihuan kill the world-famous Mu Guangling? The general who was guarding the city stood on the city wall and looked back at the city. The streets were filled with groups of soldiers patrolling. He was a little confused and didn't know what the Duke was worried about. First, the name of this big city was changed to Mufu City a while ago, and then a curfew was ordered. Now, even in broad daylight, the most people on the streets in the city are not ordinary people but soldiers wearing armor and holding knives. The Duke seems to have changed and become even more incomprehensible. When Mu Zihuan assassinated him a while ago, he first smashed Mu Zihuan's head with one palm, and then ordered the massacre of Mu Zihuan's entire clan. He even cut out the heart of Mu Zihuan's eldest son with his own hands, and then let the cook cook the heart for wine. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: You must know that in the entire Central Plains, there are only three thousand guests of Mu Mansion. But now, what the Duke hates most are those Jianghu people. Not only were all the retainers in the mansion expelled, but they were also strictly ordered not to allow anyone in the Mu mansion to enter or exit the city. Such a huge contrast made everyone feel tense. The general who was guarding the city let out a long sigh, but he actually understood something in his heart. These days, the Black Flag Army man named Nalan Dingdong has become more and more aggressive. Not only is he blatantly robbing Mu Mansion of food and grass, he has even gradually replaced Mu Mansion's position in Eastern Xinjiang and become the center of the fight against foreigners. But who¡¯s to blame? This parting will not be known. Logically speaking, he should hate the people of the Black Flag Army just like Mu Guangling. But he was really confused and didn't know who he should hate. The city gate still opened on time, but few people in the city went out, and few people from outside came in, so the city gate seemed very deserted. Compared with the bustling scene before, it seemed that it was not the same world. Mufu City used to be the most prosperous place in Eastern Xinjiang, and there were long queues of people entering and exiting the city gate every day. There was a gong sound outside. Don¡¯t forget that I haven¡¯t heard such a sound for a long time. It was the gong sound of the front team opening the way when a big shot arrived. A few days ago, he received an order from Mu Mansion, saying that Fang Jie, the leader of the Black Flag Army, who had been crowned king, was coming to Mu Mansion City. This undoubtedly made the already nervous soldiers even more nervous. Everyone knew about the grievances between Fang Jie and Mu Mansion. Everyone knows how much the current Duke of Guo hates Fang Jie. Leading the way were the 450 elite riders from the Riding School, wearing dark blue brocade clothes and bright red cloaks. Behind was a motorcade, and it was not known which carriage the prince, who had already become famous all over the world, was sitting in. Behind them is a cavalry team of at least several thousand people. Looking over the city wall is a long black dragon. The generals guarding the city could see how powerful this pure cavalry team was. The defenders on the city wall all became nervous, and some subconsciously clenched their hard archers but were trembling. The city gate was wide open, and standing outside the city gate were many important figures from Mu Mansion, but to no one's surprise, Mu Guangling did not show up. Mu Mansion seems to have shown a lot of sincerity. The road is paved with loess and the street is splashed with clean water. The trees on both sides of the street are allWrapped in festive red cloth. Except for Mu Guangling, almost all the important people in Mu Mansion came. They all stood at the door with solemn faces, and no one smiled. "Bie Jiang took a deep breath, scolded the nervous soldier who actually raised his bow and pointed outside, then sat down along the wall and closed his eyes to rest. The world of big shots has nothing to do with me. He murmured. But he didn't realize that it was actually very strange for a general of the Mu Mansion to have such an idea. Fang Jie was the only king with a foreign surname in the more than 200 years since the founding of the Sui Dynasty, so he wore a royal robe of purple silk. I don¡¯t know how many people¡¯s hearts it hurt. Fang Jie likes to wear black clothes, so when he was crowned king in Chang'an City, he wore a black royal robe embroidered with gold dragons. But today, he is wearing a purple royal robe sewn in strict accordance with the Sui etiquette system. "I've met the prince!" The hundreds of officials standing at the door saluted in unison, with a large waistline hanging down. Standing at the front of the hundred officials was an old man in civilian clothes. He looked like he was about sixty years old, very thin, but energetic. Especially those eyes, which are not cloudy at all. Occasionally his eyes would shift, revealing a sharpness that could see through people's hearts. "Mu Qinglin, a common man, welcomes the prince into the city on behalf of my prince." He took a step forward, bowed his head and spoke. Fang Jie naturally understood what Mu Guangling meant by this arrangement. Letting a person with no fame lead the reception seemed to be a naked questioning of Fang Jie's identity. At this moment, Mu Guangling still doesn't want to show any weakness, which shows his character. "Get up." Fang Jie said with a calm face: "Your surname is Mu. Judging from your age, you are the same age as Mu Guangling?" Mu Qinglin seemed to be respectful but his voice was cold as he replied: "The grassroots are just a wanderer who was taken in by the Duke of Guo. It¡¯s just that because he has done something for Mu Mansion, it is a great honor for the common people to be given a surname by the Duke of the State.¡± ¡°Oh¡± Fang Jie nodded. It turned out that he was just a domestic slave who was given a surname. Mu Guangling wanted to humiliate Fang Jie, but he did it deliberately. "It seems that there is really no one in the Mu Mansion." Fang Jie was not angry, but said in a very calm tone: "How pitiful." Mu Qinglin's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head to look at Fang Jie. But when he saw Fang Jie looking towards him, the moment the two people's eyes met, Mu Qinglin felt his heart beating wildly. He lowered his head subconsciously and couldn't help but spread the power of cultivation into his palms. At that second, he already had the illusion that Fang Jie was going to kill him. But he soon woke up. If he had not resisted the pressure and acted, Fang Jie could have justifiably executed him and then marched his army into the city. When word spread throughout the world, it was also people from the Mu Mansion who assassinated Fang Jie when they were welcoming him. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to Mu Mansion, which is now in turmoil. Although the troops brought by Fang Jie were not many, Mu Qinglin could see that the murderous aura displayed by each of those cavalrymen was so strong that it was suffocating. Only a true killing machine that has experienced hundreds of battles can have that aura. Mu Qinglin¡¯s back was covered with sweat. He was glad that he didn¡¯t take action under pressure just now. "Please" He bowed and took a step back, making a gesture of invitation: "The Duke is waiting in the mansion." Fang Jie couldn't help but look at the old man one more time. The man's mood became peaceful very quickly. . Just now, Fang Jie silently used the original realm to put pressure on this person. It was not easy for this person to be able to bear it and hold it back. Originally, Mu Qinglin had been instructed by Mu Guangling to only allow Fang Jie to enter the city, but not the troops accompanying Fang Jie. But the moment he met Fang Jie, Mu Qinglin knew that this man definitely did not come with good intentions. If he ordered to prevent Fang Jie's troops from entering the city, no one knew what Fang Jie would do next. He called one of his men over, gave a few instructions in a low voice, and then followed Fang Jie's footsteps. The subordinate looked around, got into the crowd and ran towards Mu Mansion first. Mu Guangling finally chose to go out to welcome Fang Jie. The main door of Mu's mansion, which had not been opened for a long time, was also opened. Seeing Fang Jie¡¯s car approaching, Mu Guangling put a smile on his face and hurried over to greet him. "Come on, Mu Guangling, let me bow to the prince." The moment Fang Jie got out of the car, Mu Guangling lifted his robe and was about to kneel down. Fang Jie hurried over naturally and stretched out his hand to help. The two exchanged a few words and walked arm in arm. The smiles on their faces were as friendly as the spring breeze in April. How could there be any discord? Even the people below??Looking a little dazed, I never thought that the meeting between these two people would be such a scene. Like old friends they had not seen for many years, Mu Guangling and Fang Jie walked into the gate of Mu Mansion hand in hand. At this moment, firecrackers were blasting in Mu Mansion, and gongs and drums were noisy. Xiang Qingniu, who was following behind, couldn't help but smile and murmured to himself: "We are all good foxes, and they are competing for their acting skills." After arriving in the living room, the guests and the host took their seats. Mu Guangling had someone move the chairs. Two people sat side by side on the main seat. On both sides, sitting on one side were the officials of the Mu Mansion, and on the other side were the generals of the Black Flag Army. The atmosphere immediately turned cold after entering the door, and the smiles on Fang Jie and Mu Guangling's faces had disappeared. "I heard that the prince came with the imperial decree?" Mu Guangling asked with a half-smile: "If there are still people in the imperial court who can issue decrees, please order me in the name of the Sui Dynasty to provide food, grass and baggage for the Black Flag Army, and cooperate with The Black Flag Army fought against the bandits, and as a court official, Mu naturally could not disobey. " He was sure that no one in the court could issue orders. All the men in the Yang family were dead, and only the eldest princess, Yang, was left. Qinyan, according to the ancestral etiquette, even if the eldest princess is in charge of the government, she has no right to move the imperial seal. If what Fang Jie came up with was the will of the eldest princess Yang Qinyan, Mu Guangling had ten thousand words waiting for him. "Oh?" Fang Jie snorted and smiled: "The decree? That's easy to say." He waved his hand, and then two knights came up with pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Fang Jie put his pen on the bright yellow imperial decree. He wrote a few lines crookedly, and looking at his expression he was quite satisfied. You must know that Fang Jie's calligraphy has never been regular. After he finished writing, he asked Liao Sheng to come up, took the imperial seal of the Sui Dynasty from Liao Sheng's hand, sighed, and stamped it on the imperial edict. Fang Jie handed the still-dry imperial edict to Mu Guangling and said politely, "See if it works. If not, I can rewrite it."