"Is the method very big?"

Ye Zhilan asked this question lightly.

Ye Ziluo paused and smiled coldly, "Does the Emperor think the Dharma is not big enough? Or does the Emperor think he is bigger than the Dharma?"

Ye Zhilan laughed softly, "I never thought I was bigger than Dharma, but there is indeed something in this world that is bigger than Dharma."

Ye Ziluo asked sarcastically: "Then I want to ask the emperor for advice."

The tea on the charcoal stove was steaming with heat. A breeze blew across the platform, dispelling the tea fragrance, but it could not drive away Tsinghua between Ye Zhilan's eyebrows and eyes. He seemed to be born a completely different person, with his appearance, temperament, and expression. Nothing is evil or evil. At this moment, he smiled with such a gentle and brilliant expression, "Nothing is something that cannot be exchanged for interests, emotion, reason

, Dharma, life... If you give enough benefits, you can replace anything. How much is Zi Yan's life worth, and how much is Murong Shang's life worth, you might as well think about it."

Ye Ziluo subconsciously tightened his fingers holding the jade cup and looked at Ye Zhilan in disbelief. He thought he knew very well... the young marshal who once fought for the country, the auxiliary emperor brother who had worked very hard, and the selfless prince of the emperor who was still unwilling to be... Everyone in Biyue said that Ye Zhilan, who is comparable to the saint, is now so easy to exchange for his life.

Exit...

However, the words that surprised Ye Ziluo were not over. Ye Zhilan slowly unfolded the folding fan, and then closed it, unfolded, and closed it, repeating the same action. The eyebrows and eyes were still stained with Wen Yang's smile, "Zi Yan is dead. You bite this way, want to avenge Zi Yan, and also want to make profits for yourself. Since you are already trying to make profits, why not be greedy? The Murong family is supported by me. I know more than anyone else. A Murong merchant can make it seriously damaged, but if you want to destroy it like this, the Murong family can still not do it. Since you can't do it, why bother with Murong Mingzhu and finally get it.

If there are not many benefits, wouldn’t it be thankless? Now Murong Shang is in your hands. As long as you are willing, Murong Mingzhu will not refuse any price. Do you think Murong Shang’s life is more important, or... the others are more important?"

After saying this, Ye Ziluo's heart suddenly moved.

He thought about using Murong Shang to kill Ye Ziyan to defeat the Murong family, and he has been doing this. But if you think about it carefully, the Murong family has been around for a hundred years and has a deep foundation. Even if you hold Murong Shang, it is indeed difficult to completely destroy the Murong family.

But if you ask the Murong family for an extremely high "price" to exchange for Murong merchants as Ye Zhilan said, no matter how high the price is, Murong Mingzhu will agree!

This is a sure profit and no loss.

However, while thinking about this, Ye Ziluo suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Uncle Emperor also said that you supported the Murong family, so why should I tell me this? Uncle Emperor also hopes that Murong Shang and Murong family can escape unscathed?"

"When did I say that I hope Murong Shang and the Murong family can escape unscathed?" Ye Zhilan smiled slightly.

Ye Ziluo frowned suddenly, "Uncle Emperor thinks I'm stupid?"

If you don't want to, why did Ye Zhilan protect Murong Shang to death? Now there is still someone in Biyue who doesn't know about Murong Mingzhu and him? Ye Zhilan will not watch the Murong family fall into crisis in public or private.

Ye Zhilan finally closed the folding fan, tapped his eyebrows gently, and his eyes slowly opened, "What I have in my eyes is the prosperous era of the moon. Everything I do is for the moon world."

"That uncle is really selfless!" Ye Ziluo sneered and mocked.

Ye Zhilan looked at the fan hanging on the table and said lightly: "Murong Mingzhu took office as the head of the family. It took four years to spend countless manpower, material resources and financial resources to open up the business roads from the north to the south. This business road is a golden road, and now it is the fastest road between the north and the south, faster than the official road."

Ye Ziluo was less patient, "What the hell is the emperor wanting to say!"

"The Yangtze River is the rule, the business roads in the south of the Yangtze River belong to you, and the business roads in the imperial capital belong to me, how about it?" Ye Zhilan looked up at Ye Ziluo.

Ye Ziluo was already stunned, "What do you... mean?"

"Isn't it cost-effective to exchange for half a business road for Murong merchants? You know, if it weren't for the financial resources of the Murong family, even if the treasury of the treasury of the Bianyue would not have been able to do this. Now I'm giving it to you for free, don't you consider taking it?"

Ye Ziluo didn't say anything, and his heartbeat suddenly became faster.

If Ye Zhilan was not sitting opposite him, he would even doubt whether he was dreaming.

The business roads in the north and south... The business roads in the north and south are more than just the golden road! They are simply... shortcuts that even he dare not think of!

The Feng family is strong enough, but the Feng family dare not make Murong Mingzhu's decision back then. That road was paved with gold and silver. The Murong family relied on this road to firmly control the transportation of goods from north to south, and the silver earned every day could not be calculated.

With such great ambitions and even coveting the throne, he never dared to make an idea of ​​this trade route.

But Ye Zhilan just threw out the business road so lightly. "Will Murong Mingzhu change?" Ye Ziluo couldn't help asking.

Ye Zhilan smiled faintly, her eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as water, "Of course, she would be willing to do anything if she could exchange Murong Shang's life."

Ye Ziluo was excited and suppressed his ecstasy. He calmly thought about Ye Zhilan's words, and suddenly realized something was wrong, "Half belongs to me, half to you?"

"No matter how precious the life of Murong merchant is, it is not worth the entire business road."

"No!" Ye Ziluo looked at Ye Zhilan tightly, "Even if Murong Mingzhu exchanged half of the trade route, you shouldn't take the other half, right?"

"That's my business," Ye Zhilan's tone was very plain, "Just tell me, change, or not, it's enough."

Ye Ziluo did not hesitate at all in the exchange conditions. Just as Ye Zhilan said, Ye Ziyan's life and Murong Shang's life have price codes. If the price is sufficient, it doesn't matter.

But Ye Ziluo had a little concern, "... Murong Shang killed Ziyan for many people. If Murong Shang was to let him go, how could he block Youyou's mouth?"

Ye Zhilan smiled slowly, and his smile turned into a slow speech at the corner of his lips, "Saving Murong Shang's life does not mean letting him go... The Murong family only needs Murong Shang to live, but did not say that he wanted him to live safely, imprison and exile for thousands of miles. This is all about living, as long as he lives."

As soon as this sentence came out, Ye Ziluo felt a gloomy chill inexplicably, but Ye Zhilan was clearly smiling!
Chapter completed!