Shocked! Prince Su Xu Buling actually solved the case of private salt!

Men and women cry! What's wrong with Chang'an City? The case of the Ministry of Justice actually requires the prince of the vassal prince to take action himself!

A scream came from the brothels in the middle of the night! It turned out that Prince Xu was fighting against organized crime!

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The next morning, overwhelming words of praise came from the fences in Dayefang.

A murder case on the back street last night spread at a very fast speed. Under the guidance of those who are interested, the topic focused on the Imperial Guard's shit. Prince Su was right and diluted the popularity of the private salt incident. It can be said that he won three goals in one fell swoop.

Xu Buling heard the guard's report as soon as he got up, his eyes were full of confusion.

Yesterday he was still unknown, thinking about how he was so arrogant when he went to the Imperial College today and was asked by his master.

As a result, when I woke up, I gave him a 'There is Xu Qingtian in Chang'an, who is selfless in distinguishing loyalty and treacherous'?

He, a prince of a vassal prince whose father had a great contribution, ran to the emperor's feet to enforce the law impartially. This means that when the son is blind today, he still has to take care of the matter under his feet?

Even if you manage it, you have to be open and honest. Hiding it behind your back and secretly instructing the wolf guards to investigate. What does it mean? I think that coming forward in person will cause fear to the emperor, so I deliberately hide it behind the scenes and operate without seeking fame. I just want to give the people of Chang'an a bright world?

At only eighteen years old, he has such a cunning and mind. It's really...

I really think he didn't die fast enough!

Xu Buling's heart was filled with an unknown fire. He quickly walked out of the back house and met Lao Xiao who had just arrived. He said in a deep voice: "Lao Xiao, have you received the black money or have you been trapped in the beauty? What kind of news is this?"

The old Xiao family's hat was crooked and his eyes were helpless: "Little Prince, you really can't blame me. Last night, I sent someone to release the news overnight. Before the storyteller's words were right, the storm broke out between the restaurant. The movement was so fast, it must be the official who was behind the scenes and could not suppress it at all."

Xu Buling rubbed his forehead and thought for a moment: "Forget it, just ignore it. As long as you don't admit it, you can't confirm my good reputation. Who is flattering me behind the scenes?"

Lao Xiao thought about it and sighed quite emotionally: "It is probably Gongsun Ming and his son who have committed past grudges and repay their grievances with kindness. This feeling is really touching."

Xu Buling was slightly stunned, and then gritted his teeth: "I am really touched!"

Public opinion has formed, and he can't go out to explain, "I haven't punished evil, I'm bullying others by relying on my power." It's impossible for a fool to do this. At this moment, he can only put it aside and go out to the Imperial College for a cold treatment.

Lao Xiao followed behind and said, "By the way, Mrs. Lu has heard the news, let you go."

Mrs. Lu called Xu Buling over, and must have asked Xu Buling why he pretended to be a playboy.

The key news about private salt was really made by Lao Xiao in order to bribe Zhu Manzhi. Mrs. Lu was not allowed to act without permission. After a few days of preaching, she would definitely not be able to come back.

Xu Buling thought for a while and could only raise his hand and say, "Explain to Aunt Lu, just say that I was really drunk last night and I was nervous about the monthly exam. I will visit her later in the future."

Lao Xiao took the order and left.

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Dong--

Dong--

The thick bell spread, and the morning light shone in the east, and the towering Chang'an slowly unfolded like a scroll in the cold wind, with tall buildings standing like dreams.

The horse stopped in front of the dismounting monument of the Imperial College. Xu Buling turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the gate of the Imperial College.

Through the corridors, there are many buildings in the Imperial College, and there are few readings aloud.

The children of the royal family, vassal kings, family members, and generals were all studying in the Imperial College, and the forces behind them were mixed. Xu Buling didn't want to have too much interaction with these people. This year, most of them were alone in drawing a clear line with these people.

Students studying in the Imperial College naturally heard about what happened in Dayefang. After seeing Xu Buling coming, many of the eleven students on Qingshi Chang Street showed their admiration and raised their hands to be polite:

"Crown Prince Xu is worthy of being a general, so he should have made the arrogance of those imperial guards..."

"I am upright and honest, and I am a model for my own law enforcement..."

"Yeah yeah……"

Xu Buling wanted to explain a few words, but felt that it was not in line with his identity. At the moment, he could only take it as if he had not seen it and went straight into the school house called "Wenquyuan".

The students of the Imperial College said that the emperor's disciples had no prestige and inferiority, but in fact, Xu Buling could not study with poor children. This school house, called Wenquyuan, was specially prepared for princes and family members. There were not many people inside, but the area occupied was surprisingly large.

Early morning, you should read it according to the time.

In the huge school hall in the middle of Wenquyuan, bamboo curtains were hanged on all sides, twenty small tables were placed, and more than a dozen gorgeously dressed princes and nobles were in it. Most of them were drowsy, and only a few officials were reading aloud with books in their arms.

The one who taught in the middle of the school was not the Master, but Song Yufu, the daughter of the high priest.

The high-priest, Song Baiqing, is an old-fashioned literati. She is old and doesn't like Xu Buling's "second-generation ancestors". She rarely comes to teach and mostly asks her daughter to come and act. Anyway, no one listens.

Xu Buling entered the school and saw a noble young man sitting upright, holding the book of a sage, but his eyes were secretly looking at Song Yufu's figure, with dirty eyes unspeakable.

Song Yufu is seventeen years old this year. She has a graceful temperament and long hair that reaches her waist. She is considered a beauty.

All the people who sit there are daughters, and they will definitely not look at random in ordinary times, but there is no interesting thing in the boring school, and the only thing they can see is the female master who reads poetry and books seriously. Well... it is also considered a bad student who secretly glances at the female teacher.

Xu Buling Zheng was upset about what happened in the morning and narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this scene.

As the saying goes, "It's not too late to make up for the siege after the loss of sheep."

Now if you don’t look for an opportunity to cause trouble, you will not be able to make a deal when Mrs. Lu comes to kill her.

Xu Buling thought for a moment, then walked to the front of the bookstore and punched the man who was still sneaking around...

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"ah--"

In the early winter of the tenth year of Zhaohong, a scream rang out between the Imperial College School.

In the Wenquyuan school, Song Yufu held a ruler and jumped gently in panic, trying to stop Xu Buling's atrocities:

"Stop hitting! Stop!"

At the center of the school, Xiao Ting, the nephew of the current empress dowager and the legitimate son of the Xiao clan in Huainan, lay on the ground, hugged his forehead and screamed with a smirk, and was still a little confused:

"Ah—Xu Buling, why are you hitting me? I'm asking you to mess with you! Ah—..."

There are constant screams of miserable sounds.

Xu Buling half-squatted on the ground, pulled Xiao Ting's arm apart, and fisted like raindrops in front of his face, looking very fierce.

Song Yufu was angry and trembled. She held a ruler but didn't dare to hit her. She wanted to run over to pull Xu Buling, who was acting as a murderer, but was blocked by an official lady and comforted her softly:

"Don't go over, Prince Xu may be drunk, be careful to fight you."

Song Yufu hesitated for a moment, her eyes showed a little anxiety, and she ran out of the school, looking like she was going to call someone.

Xiao Ting was beaten with an old fist, his nose was blue and swollen, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable grief and anger:

"I am the legitimate son of Xiao, ah-

The nephew of the Queen Mother of the current dynasty, ah——…”

If you say one punch, you will be in place, and you will have a good sense of rhythm.

After a long fist, the sound of "dongdong" footsteps came from outside the bookstore. Song Yufu held the hem of her skirt, her face slightly anxious, and she whispered:

"Prince, Prince Xu is drunk and beat someone. Go and stop him. Don't mess with Master Xiao..."

Behind Song Yufu was a Confucian scholar wearing a literary robe. He was less than forty years, easy-going and elegant, walking behind him slowly.

Many princes and nobles in the school saw this, and two men were dressed and polite in their manners:

"I've seen His Highness, King Yan."

Xu Buling's face was slightly calmer, and he raised his hand and gave a scholar's ceremony.

King Song Yu of Yan was the younger brother of the emperor. He had been teaching in the Imperial College and did not interfere in political affairs. He was known for his reputation as a "contemporary true gentleman". At this time, King Yan slowly entered the school and saw Xiao Ting sitting on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

Xiao Ting is the nephew of the queen mother, and the stepmother of the king of Yan Song Yu, and he insists on being considered seniority. Xiao Ting calls the current emperors "Big Boiler".

"No order, Xiao Ting, why are you fighting privately in the school?"

Hearing the King of Yan’s questioning, Xiao Ting quickly got up and ran to him, pointing to his face: “Your Majesty, it’s not a private fight, it’s him hitting me. I think he is a junior and didn’t fight back.”

King Yan frowned slightly and looked at Xu Buling next to him:

"No, why did you hit Xiao Ting?"

Xu Buling originally wanted to say, "A gentleman does not deceive the dark room." But when he recalled Aunt Lu's teachings, he changed his words:

"Who is drunk?"

Her expression was rebellious, her tone was very arrogant, and she had the style of a second-generation ancestor. She was elegant and her hostility was not reflected, but she showed a bit of coldness and handsomeness, which made many daughters of princes secretly glance.

Xiao Ting was furious and rubbed his pig's head-like cheek:

"I, Xiao Ting, the queen mother's nephew, Mrs. Lu's brother-in-law, and your uncle."

Xu Buling frowned slightly and looked up and down a few times: "Oh, that's right?" He picked up the wine pot and took a sip.

“…”

Xiao Ting was stunned and raised his hand to point at Xu Buling, but couldn't speak for a long time.

King Yan shook his head gently, looked at Xu Buling, and acted like an elder:

"Don't let me know the meaning of the word "Don't let me"?"

Xu Buling replied softly: "If you are upright, you will act without orders. If you are not upright, you will not obey even if you are ordered."

King Yan nodded: "Since you know, I won't ask why you hurt others just now. You can be ashamed and feel free to be honest... Last night, you helped you to punish evil and eliminate evil, and did a good job, and you are worthy of the saying "He is upright and does not act without orders". We will continue to work hard in the future."

Xu Buling frowned: "I got drunk last night, who knows how it spread outside?"

The King of Yan praised him with all his eyes: "At a young age, he knew how to be humble and not compete. This is the style of a gentleman, and it is very good."

Xu Buling's face was covered in darkness, spreading his hands, but he had nothing to say, and could only look impatient.

The King of Yan has always had clear rewards and punishments, and did not continue to praise them, and instead said:

"The mind is worthy of praise, but the merits and demerits are not matched. I took action in the Imperial College to hurt people, broke the rules, went to the Bell and Drum Tower for seven days, and copied the "Study Records" ten times."

Xu Buling breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better to hide in the Imperial College for seven days. If he was caught by Mrs. Lu, he would really be able to torture people to death. He immediately left the school.

Xiao Ting was beaten for no reason, and his face was so blue that his mouth twitched. Seeing that the princes and nobles in the school were laughing, he snorted coldly: "Wait for me..." Then he waved his sleeves and quickly walked out of the Imperial College...

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Chapter completed!