Dong

Dong

The thick bell sounded throughout the towering imperial city and the neighborhood market. The heavy dark clouds sank over the city with the momentum of suppressing the city. Occasionally, a thunder blew across the sea of ​​clouds, adding a bit of depression and solemnity to Chang'an on February 18th.

The dark clouds cover the sky, and the storm is about to come.

The dull weather did not affect the various forms of beings under the sky. Civil, military, officials, kings, princes, princes, and ministers were neatly dressed in court clothes and dressed in uniform.

The people in the market were even more excited. Before dawn, they gathered in the markets near the imperial city, discussing the grand event to be held today.

Dayue's martial arts atmosphere is integrated into the blood and nothing can attract more attention than a warrior competing. Once this matter is placed between the two countries, it will be more than just watching the fun.

From ancient times to the present, nothing can inspire people more than a strong national strength. It is naturally the most powerful thing to show its national strength in peacetime. It seems that it is just an ordinary competition to make friends through martial arts, but the result is that it is concerned about the minds of the whole country.

A few days ago, the envoys of Northern Qi pleaded with the emperor to send a few peers to discuss in front of the hall, which was equivalent to a bloodless war. Before the competition in the imperial city began, the entire Chang'an warriors focused their attention on the palace walls. Although ordinary people could not watch, being able to listen to the news from people with a way to the winery and teahouse was considered to be involved.

Major gambling shops have also opened one after another, and countless people have participated in the bet, but it is obviously not who wins or loses, but who is betting may appear and who will ultimately establish the victory.

As for losing?

In the capital of Dayue, in front of the emperor, millions of martial artists in Chang'an in the Chang'an were defeated by a foreign barbarian, and they would no longer have to practice martial arts in the future. They would go home to change to herd cattle. I guess the emperor would have to issue an "Issue of Crime" to examine why the warriors were broken ten years ago.

The people in the city are passionate, and the same is true for the sons of the princes and princes in Kuishou Street.

Wenquyuan in the Imperial College rarely took a day off because all the princes and nobles in Wenquyuan missed classes today and there was no student.

Song Yufu came to read in the morning and found that there was no one, so she ran away from class with some excitement. She trotted back to the alley of Zhuji Street, and slapped on the closed courtyard gate:

"Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu..."

Dongdongdongdongdong

The knock on the door was like a drum beat. After a moment, the yard door opened, and Xu Danqing looked at her niece outside the door with a little helplessness:

"What's wrong?"

Song Yufu said excitedly: "Last time Uncle Xu promised to help me draw a portrait. Today, Prince Xu also went to the palace to watch the martial artists fighting. Let's go over and take a look. You can stand beside you and draw secretly..."

Xu Danqing's eyebrows were filled with a bit of sorrow: "Drawing is the same as writing poetry, and it is important to have a flash of inspiration. Last time the empress dowager almost beat her to death. She hasn't been in the mood these days..."

Song Yufu smiled embarrassedly: "A gentleman should be tolerant. It is not the first time Uncle Xu has been bullied by the Empress Dowager. Just get used to it... Just go and see. The martial artists fight, Uncle Xu is also a man from the martial arts world..."

Xu Danqing sighed: "What's the good thing about me? It's just that. Let's go with you. Don't blame uncle if you can't draw it..."

As he said that, he took out the oil-paper umbrella from the house and closed the door.

The two walked through the neighborhood together and arrived at the imperial city. After finding Song Baiqing who entered the palace, they came to the corridor on the side of Tai Chi Palace under the leadership of Song Baiqing.

It was still early, and there were seats and umbrellas outside the towering Tai Chi Hall. The white jade square in front of the hall was spotless, with swords, guns, swords and halberds placed around it. Behind the stands, several dragon flags were inserted on the stands fence. At this time, many people had gathered, including civil and military officials, kings, princes and ministers, but more were wealthy ladies who followed their fathers to join in the fun. Most of them had no seats and could only stand.

Xu Danqing was very famous and belonged to the famous scholars. At this time, the people who arrived at the imperial city Mo Danqing came to politely. Song Yufu followed her father and uncle to the stands full of famous scholars and scholars, and poked out the fence and glanced a few times. The seven princes of the vassal princes arrived at six, and the Northern Qi envoys were sitting in the direction where there was a young man holding a sword in the imperial city, which should be Zuo Yezi who was sent to the Northern Qi Dynasty to call the battle.

It was far away. Song Yufu squinted her eyes and looked at her carefully. The young man was about twenty years old. He was wearing a black robe and had a feminine face. He was so talented that his hair was not the common hair tied up in Dayue, but tied up, and was dispersed and tied up with a cloth rope.

As the saying goes, etiquette begins with the formal clothes and the "crown" refers to the hair crown. Strictly speaking, the Northern Qi people were also from the Central Plains, and the customs were exactly the same as those of Dayue. However, after losing the Central Plains before Jiazi and being driven to Mobei, all the men in the Northern Qi Dynasty disguised their hair and showed shame. They vowed not to take back the Central Plains and did not stand up the crown. Jiazi had become a habit.

Song Yufu was not interested in the warriors, so she looked around and moved her eyes to the Tai Chi Hall. Unfortunately, she did not find Xu Buling. She also knew that she sat down in disappointment and looked around and waited for a little bored...

Next to Tai Chi Palace, there is still a desolate figure in Changle Palace. The dark clouds cover the sky, making the palace city, which is already few people, even more deserted. Only a few maids walk around occasionally.

Xu Buling stood in the corridor of the Queen Mother's bedroom, stood with his hands behind his back and waited quietly. Because he was attending the palace gathering today, he was wearing a formal dress. He had a white gold-edged prince's robe, with auspicious beasts on it, a jade pendant hanging around his waist, and a golden hairpin between his hair crown. He was also dressed in a cold face, which was quite a bit of a sense of being arrogant without anger.

Mrs. Lu was not interested in the military exchanges, so she didn't follow her today and was still chatting with Ning Yuhe at home.

When Xu Buling thought of this, he was a little funny. Mrs. Lu asked Ning Yuhe to be his master on a whim, but after returning home, she seemed to regret it. Maybe she felt it was too hasty and forced Ning Yuhe to stay at Xiao's house for a few days, which was probably the purpose of investigation.

Xu Buling was worried about how to contact Ning Yuhe, but the result was good. After returning home, he couldn't even see Ning Yuhe. It was estimated that within ten days and half a month, Mrs. Lu would not have completed the inspection.

Xu Buling had no objection to this. He was happy to be happy without having to contact Ning Yuhe. Of course, he had no intention of taking the initiative to look for it.

Today, the imperial city was set up, and the empress dowager would come over to watch later. He invited him a few days ago, so he naturally came here early. He thought he could be alone with the empress dowager for a while, but he didn't expect there was a light bulb next to him.

In the veranda outside the palace, Xiao Ting and Xiao, wearing a shit-yellow young master robe, holding a white jade folding fan, chatting endlessly:

"Old Xu, your martial arts are good. Who thinks that the chance of winning today is more important? I bet Tang Jiuer for 1,000 taels of silver to buy him. This silver is all my aunt's private money. Now I feel so busy. Please comfort my uncle..."

Xu Buling came to his senses and turned his head to look at Xiao Ting. Because of the Empress Dowager, he has now become much polite to Xiao Ting:

"Zuo Yezi was a master of the Northern Qi state master Zuo Qingqi. Zuo Qingqiu's sword skills ranks among the top three in the Northern Qi Dynasty. The disciples he taught were quite good. Tang Jiuer is the storefront of the Tang family, but the name of the Tang family sword is not well-known, and the actual background is far less than that of other aristocratic families. I met Tang Jiuer last time. He is more conceited and difficult to win each other. Situ Huyu must be much more secure."

Xiao Ting felt relieved immediately and patted his chest: "That's good, I'll feel relieved if you say this..."

Xu Buling was helpless: "Dayue competed with Northern Qi, and the person you bet on Dayue lost, wouldn't it be that others were more ambition?"

"Hey~" Xiao Ting waved his hand, as if he was a person who had experienced it:

"You don't understand this, the person who bets Dayue loses. If Tang Jiuer wins, he will feel happy if he loses money. If Tang Jiuer loses, he will feel unhappy but earns money. It can be said that he is a sure profit and no loss..."

"Then you should bet the finale Situ Huyu..."

"Without Situ Huyu, there is no suspense, I will lose money, what's the point of playing... This thousand taels are just bought for my aunt's rouge. If I lose..."

"Xiao Ting!"

While he was talking, a timid rebuke sounded from behind.

Xiao Ting jumped three feet high and held his head incoherently, saying, "Aunt, I'm kidding, I don't spend any money, don't stew me..."

Xu Buling turned around and saw the Queen Mother standing under the eaves of the palace with her eyes staring, looking as if she was disappointed.

Because of the formal occasion, the empress dowager dressed very solemnly, with a big red skirt and a phoenix crown on her head, and her waist tied with her waist. Her gourd-like figure was fully displayed, but she did not care about the slightest frivolity and voluptuousness, and she exuded beauty and nobility inside and outside.

The empress dowager was a little angry and wanted the palace maid to pull it down and stew it. When she saw Xu Buling turning around, her expression slowly calmed down, but she just snorted lightly:

"It's not easy for me to save some assets. If I get some money from me all day, I won't ask your father for it?"

Xiao Ting looked frightened and whispered: "Aunt, you live in the palace, it's useless to ask for money..."

Smack

Xu Buling raised his hand and slapped Xiao Ting's forehead.

Xiao Ting said oh, still a little innocent: "Xu Buling, why are you hitting me? My aunt is standing here, can you not even take the Queen Mother seriously..."

The empress dowager's face turned red with anger. If she hadn't finally packed her clothes, she would have to go up and give Xiao Ting a few tricks.

Xu Buling couldn't stand the duo, and smiled and said, "Empress Dowager, the time is almost over, I'll send you there."

As the saying goes, "I'm afraid of comparing goods." When the Queen Mother compared it, she felt that God was not very good at all. She glared at Xiao Ting: "Go as far as you can, or you'll go to the garden to hang it."

Xiao Ting was granted a general amnesty and turned his head and ran away without saying a word.

Xu Buling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and called Buenain with a smile to ask the Empress Dowager to go up, then walked beside Buenain and headed to Tai Chi Hall together...——

Two chapters are 6,000 words, which is equivalent to three chapters.

The plot behind is quite big. Today, I can’t hold on. I sort it out and then make up for it. If I don’t sort it out, it’ll be tomorrow if I don’t sort it out.
Chapter completed!