The fine spring rain scattered among the pavilions and towers of the Imperial College. In the elegant courtyard behind, peach blossoms bloomed overnight. The originally bare peach blossom forest bloomed freely, as if a cloud of rouge was dropped in the misty rain of the Imperial College.

In the teahouse next to the Peach Blossom Forest, the teapot on the small stove made a slight sound. Song Yu, wearing a literary robe, stood under the eaves holding a folding fan in his hand, looking at the Peach Blossom Forest in front of him for a long time without coming back to his senses.

It seemed like a woman of cardamom age wandering among the thousands of peach blossoms, paying attention to it carefully, but there was only a peach blossom forest in front of her...

Stepping on—

In the rustling rain, the sound of fine footsteps came from outside the yard.

Liu Yunlin, who was carrying two baskets of rice paper, came to the peach forest in a straw raincoat and a straw hat, placed the bamboo basket next to the desk, leaned over and gave a gift, and then walked into the teahouse.

Song Yu came to his senses, put away the folding fan, walked to the futon in the teahouse to sit down, sighed softly, with a bit of sadness between his eyebrows.

Liu Yunlin sat down opposite the small case, sitting in a humble manner, thought for a while, and said softly:

"Prince, Fei Beizhi doesn't want to stop him. At that time, Taiwei Liu and others beg the lord to the emperor to order Prince Xu to come on stage. But the emperor didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't stop him..."

Song Yu slowly soaked tea, and his voice was plain: "The emperor's brother values ​​literature over military affairs. Liu Pingyang, Han Zhongyu and others did not speak as much. Besides, the emperor's brother was embarrassed at that time and needed to take his face back. Except for Xu Buling, no one else could do it... Moreover, the dragon lock Gu had no medicine to relieve it. Xu Buling would die sooner or later, and died in front of the Tai Chi Palace. The emperor could also explain to King Su that Xu Buling died for the country, so as not to die for no reason, which made King Su feel dissatisfied..."

Liu Yunlin nodded and recalled the scenes that happened outside the Tai Chi Hall: "From what I saw that day, Prince Xu sacrificed his life without caring about his life. Eunuch Jia may not be able to stop him. The prince's eyesight is indeed fierce..."

"Xu Buling is the pride of heaven. King Su threw him to the border army to temper him. He was the intention of establishing prestige, eating and living with the soldiers, and making great achievements. Only when he was crowned the king could he control the cavalry of Liangzhou... He thought he was tyrannical, but he didn't expect that he would be so popular that he dared to lose his life just for one breath. It was really...ah..."

Song Yu put the teacup on the small table, feeling a little disappointed.

Liu Yunlin frowned and thought: "I didn't expect Xu Buling to be so reckless. Logically speaking, he dared to break into the palace and the documentary library, so he shouldn't be so stupid and loyal..."

Song Yu shook his head gently: "This is not a fool. You should have never given up when you are in the general. The Xu family has been constantly chasing with the Northern Qi Dynasty for many years. If it were the old general Xu and Xu You were present, the result would be the same..."

Liu Yunlin was silent for a moment, his face showed a bit of sorrow: "But Prince Xu was hit by the Dragon Locking Gu, and he had only one chance to sacrifice his life. This time he beat himself into a useless person. Although the imperial doctor said that he would not die for the time being, it was obviously impossible to use force again. The prince's plan... wouldn't it be equivalent to throwing a knife..."

Song Yu took a breath, turned his head to look at the garden of peach blossoms, and was silent for a long time before whispering:

"Xu Buling is a man who is favored by heaven. He cannot become a useless person just now. Let it slow down a little, and see how his injuries recover..."

"If Xu Buling is really useless..."

"...Those who accomplish great things will not be considered for a moment..."

"promise……"

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In the imperial city, in the Lizheng Hall, thousands of paper flowers have already withered, and thousands of peach blossoms are blooming on the branches.

Because of Jia Yi's death, Lizheng Hall was replaced by a palace servant to clean it. Every corner was still clean and tidy, but not as tidy as before.

The flowering period of peach blossoms is only half a month, and the end of February is the most beautiful time.

In the early morning, the morning court had just dispersed, Song Ji slowly walked to Queen Cui’s former residence in a dragon robe, sat down on the lounge chair in the pavilion, looked at the sea of ​​flowers in the courtyard, and picked up the jade flute at hand.

Woo--

The sound of the flute is desolate and desolate, like crying and complaining, like emptiness and illusion. It is the "Phoenix Seeking a Phoenix" that has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

No one is perfect, Song Ji's efforts are all focused on government affairs. He has not had enough talent for elegant objects such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. This song can only be said to be practiced to make perfect. He has a strong craftsmanship and has no meaning, but he is very serious about it.

Eunuch Jia stood outside the stone pavilion with an oil paper umbrella, looking at the empty couch, shook his head with a sigh, and waited patiently for the end of the song before speaking:

"Master, the past has passed and should not be kept in my heart."

Song Ji's face was unpredictable, but he just looked at the couch where the Yiren had once sat:

"Xiaowan was very disgusted with me back then. She always said that I could not write poems or play music, and she was like the old master in the school... After so many years, I finally learned the music. If Xiaowan was still there, I should be praising me..."

Eunuch Jia walked into the pavilion and stood behind Song Ji. After thinking about it, his face full of pleated sighed:

"If the queen is still there, she will definitely."

"Oh……"

Song Ji put down the jade flute, swept away the already small sentimentality, and leaned on the recliner for a while and thought for a while:

"How is Xu Buling's injury?"

Eunuch Jia shook his head and sighed: "The Dragon Lock Gu has been suppressing it for a year, and the cold poison has accumulated too much in his body. A few days ago, in order to make an effort, he did everything in front of the Tai Chi Palace. Although he took medicine to suppress it in advance, he still moved the root of the poison. The poison is almost in the heart and lungs... Life will be fine for a while, but it is just a life-threatening thing. Not to mention using force, he can stand up and take two steps. He has a strange body and an ordinary person. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably not even be able to move his fingers."

Song Ji tapped the armrest of the recliner with his fingers and sighed softly: "Xu Buling this kid is quite as fierce as the old general Xu back then. If he was placed in front of Jiazi, he would be a general who was rare in a century... It's a pity..."

Eunuch Jia hesitated and stepped forward and whispered: "With Prince Xu's current body bone, I'm afraid I can't go to the Imperial College for study. King Su just sent me to ask about his injuries, and he also wanted to take Prince Xu back to Suzhou to recuperate..."

Song Ji looked at the peach blossoms and drizzle in the garden and was silent for a while:

"Suzhou is nearly a thousand miles away from Chang'an. The hardship of boats and cars hurts the body. The assassination thief has not been found yet, so I am not relieved... I will let Xu Buling recover from the injury in the capital. The auspicious people will have their own appearance. Maybe they will be well. If they go back, they will be more stable..."

Eunuch Jia nodded and bowed slightly: "No, I will write a letter to King Su here, and reply to him..."

The spring rain continues, and the peach blossoms remain the same.

The quiet sound of the flute sounds in Qingyuan sounded again, and the branches swayed gently as the raindrops fell.

Even though the garden is full of spring, at this moment, only the loneliness of the emperor is left...
Chapter completed!