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The morning bell rang in Chang'an, among the 108 yards, the three religions and the nine streams, the civil and civil servants, the princes and princes, and the princes and ministers, moved with the sound, running around on their own roads. The palace gates opened one after another, and all civil and military officials walked through the Baishi Imperial Road and entered the most core hall in the world.

On the dragon chaise in the middle of Tai Chi Hall, Song Ji, wearing a dragon robe, sat upright, his eyes on the central axis of Chang'an, until the end of Zhuque Street.

Outside Chongming Gate, the dragon flag is waving.

In the gloomy weather, armored soldiers stood solemnly outside the city gate, and people from all over the world entered one after another. Between the crowd, a familiar and unfamiliar black horse for the people of Chang'an passed through the city gate in an orderly manner.

On the horse's back, a handsome man in a white robe had a cold face and was not smiling. As he had been in and out of the city gate many times in previous years, his cold and indifferent momentum made the surrounding soldiers and wolf guards silent.

Among the people inside and outside the city gate, there were also noble sons from Xu Buling who had seen Xu Buling. After discovering this very eye-catching prince, he looked surprised in his eyes. He either stopped to watch with his friends or raised his hand to greet him. However, Xu Buling seemed to have not seen him and stepped onto the Suzaku Street slowly.

Xu Buling lies down when he first came in, and he also lay down when he went out last time, but this time, he obviously didn't have to lie down anymore.

On the thousand-foot-long street, Xu Buling looked at the Imperial City and Tai Chi Palace at the end of his vision, with a cold look:

"I didn't expect that, I'm back..."

"Your Highness the Prince!!!"

Before Xu Buling finished speaking, a shout suddenly came from beside him, with a trembling voice, and his voice trembling, just like a beggar who had been wandering for many years, meeting his long-lost father!

Ning Qingye and Zhu Manzhi, who were secretly following the crowd behind, were shocked when they heard the sound. If the other party was not too old, they would have thought that Xu Buling had an illegitimate child in Chang'an.

Xu Buling stopped talking, frowned and looked at it, but he saw a middle-aged man wearing a military officer robe next to the city gate, straight and solemn, raised his hand and bowed from afar.

Look at this impeccable move. If you don’t practice in front of the mirror for more than ten years, you won’t be able to do this at all.

The middle-aged man's arms were trembling slightly, which was enough to show how excited he was in his heart, and he said in a trembling voice:

"I am humble in Gongsun Ming! I learned that the prince's prince was seriously injured but not healed. I was heartbroken every night and couldn't sleep or eat every day! Fortunately, the sky has eyes..."

Every sentence and a pause was sonorous and powerful, touching, and all the soldiers standing guard beside him were stunned.

But before Gongsun Ming finished his speech, his son Gongsun Lu pulled his father's sleeve:

"Dad, let's go, stop yelling."

Gongsun Ming paused and looked up, but saw His Royal Highness riding a horse, he had already walked more than a dozen steps away, and he was too lazy to even go back.

"Your Highness the Prince!"

Gongsun Ming quickly stood up, trotted behind Fengma, and said with a friendly smile:

"You can't help but feel in a humble position for a while, please don't blame me..."

Xu Buling rolled his eyes, remembering the scene where Gongsun Ming and Song Yufu took turns to praise him, so he wanted to kick this guy. However, things had long passed, and he was not interested in fisting at a Xiaojing official, but just said calmly:

"Mr. Gongsun, are you still alive?"

Gongsun Ming was shocked when he heard this and burst into tears:

"The prince is busy with his busy schedule and is actually concerned about the safety of his humble job. He is really flattered..."

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Xu Buling raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword around his waist and glanced at Gongsun Ming.

Gongsun Ming noticed the danger, quickly shut up and turned to the main thing:

"The emperor ordered Beizhi to come to welcome the prince's prince. The court officials were already waiting in Taiji Hall, and asked the prince to transfer to the imperial city with Beizhi."

Xu Buling was satisfied only then, so he raised his chin, signaled Gongsun Ming to open the way, and asked softly:

"What changes have happened to the capital in the past year?"

Gongsun Ming asked the Imperial Guard to lead the way in front, and he followed the Fengfeng Horse and said diligently:

"There has been a big change. As soon as the prince left, the ladies waiting for the name of the boudoir in the city all fell in love with each other..."

"Mr. Gongsun, do I want me to hand you a memorial later and promote you to the magistrate of Lingnan tomorrow?"

Gongsun Ming was shocked: "The prince doesn't have to worry about his humble position. Well... there has been no major change in the past year; the three dukes and nine ministers were replaced by the Grand Marshal Guan Hongzhuoguan of the Guan family in Kuishou Street. His younger brother General Guan Hongye was the commander of the prince's rebellion this time. General Guan Hongye's ability to lead troops is naturally not as good as His Highness Su; his son Prince Guan Guan, although his appearance is handsome and both civil and military, has a unique hobby. I heard that both men and women are all the same. Compared with His Royal Highness, it is really a difference..."

Xu Buling waved his hand: "Don't say these are not, Song Ying is back?"

Gongsun Ming shook his head: "Master Song's dragon is not seen, how could the Beizhi know whereabouts? However, recently, the Lieutenant's Mansion received an order to strictly investigate the outsiders entering the city. It seems that the Investigation Department has obtained news. Someone wants to rescue Jiang Kai, the right prince of Northern Qi, who is locked in the dungeon of the Investigation Department. If the news is true, Lord Song may also be on guard in Chang'an City."

Xu Buling nodded. He just came over to report that he had to leave the city as soon as the court meeting dispersed. He had no time to invite Song Ying to have tea. He stopped asking questions and drove his horse through the Suzaku Street, came outside the imperial city, and stepped directly into the palace gate...

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At the end of the White Stone Imperial Road, the towering hall stands under the sky. The storm is coming, and the gloomy weather adds a bit solemn and dignified.

In the Tai Chi Hall, Song Ji sat upright on the dragon chaise, civil and military officials stood with their left and right, and Taiwei Guan Hong's table told the recent situation in Dayue.

From the beginning of today, in three months, the landslide situation almost made all civil and military officials unable to get angry. The verbal battles that often appeared in the court were gone, leaving only a full house of frown.

At the beginning, Song Ji would lose his temper and angrily scold his ministers. At this point, the situation has become quieter. He just takes the game of chess in front of him seriously, and takes every step of the murderous intent.

The court officials in the hall have also changed a little bit compared to before.

Song Ji's prestige in the past was beyond doubt. Da Yue was managed in an orderly manner, and the vassal kings were determined to never dare to have any dissatisfaction. Everyone in the court was respectful and obedient from the bottom of their hearts.

Nowadays, Dayue has caught fire everywhere, and chaos in the southeast, west and north. The cause of these problems may have been a shadow since the founding of the country and has little to do with Song Ji. However, the reason for this fire was that Song Ji was too strong in power and provoked the vassal kings. After provoking the flames, it could not be extinguished, and the burning became stronger and stronger. The court officials could not clean up the mess, so they naturally became dissatisfied with Song Ji.

However, the current situation has not reached the point where he is powerless to turn things around. Although the court officials have some opinions in their hearts, they are not easy to express them, and they are still trying to find ways to make up for it seriously.

After Guan Hongzhuo talked about the battle situation at the border, he returned to his original position and discussed countermeasures with the court officials. From the corner of his eyes, he looked outside the Tai Chi Hall and waited for the arrival of Prince Su.

Soon, a crisp sound of horse hooves sounded in Baishi Square outside the hall, and a eunuch came in to report.

Song Ji smiled a little and raised his hand gently:

"Xuanxu will not be ordered to enter the palace!"

"Xuan, Prince Su enters the palace!"

A loud voice came out of the hall. The civil and military officials stopped talking and looked out of the hall in a blink of an eye.

Outside the Tai Chi Hall, under the white stone steps, a tall man in a white robe walked slowly up the steps with his hands on the hilt of his sword.

He was neither too anxious nor too slow, and gradually showed a handsome face, with a plain expression without any emotion, and was no different from the past.

Most of the court officials met Xu Buling last time, but they were still falling into a corner. Xu Buling rushed to Wangjiangtai with one sword, which made the hearts of "Song Ji".

At that time, everyone felt that Xu Buling was determined to die, and being able to survive was also a useless person who was imprisoned and killed.

Now seeing Xu Buling stepping into the Tai Chi Hall intact, although his face was still the same as before, it was difficult for all court officials to regard this young man, who was only twenty, as a family that had not yet grown up.

Last year, the court officials reviewed the incident of Song Yu usurping the throne and locking the dragon Gu. Afterwards, Song Yu and the Grand Marshal Liu Pingyang lost all the money, while the Emperor and King Su were both injured. One failed to reduce the vassal states and caused the current turmoil, and the other only son became a madman and a useless person.

But as time went by, Xu Buling had recovered after returning to Suzhou, and the court officials understood that the only winner of the turmoil that caused bloody storms in Chang'an last year was Xu Buling.

And he won thoroughly, just like at this time, Xu Buling entered the Tai Chi Hall alone and came to Song Ji. Song Ji could only remove his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and put on a friendly smile.

At this moment of smoke everywhere, the civil and military officials in the court naturally did not dare to mention the unpleasant things last year. When they met, they began to praise Xu Buling's feat in Taiyuan and recall General Xu's glory back then.

Xu Buling was useless to deal with the civil and military officials in the court. He pressed the hilt of the sword with his hands and looked squinting. He strode through the middle of the Tai Chi Hall, came to the bottom of the dragon chaise, and raised his hand and bowed:

"I, please don't order me, please see the Lord!"

Song Ji's face was gentle, and there was no other emotion in his eyes, but he just raised his hand gently:

"No gifts. You are discussing the war in Taiyuan. You have just arrived. Listen first. If you have a good plan, you can speak freely."

"Thank you, Master!"

Xu Buling nodded slightly and stood behind his brother-in-law Xiao Chuyang.

The two sides met again, and they had just had two short conversations without any emotions. It seemed that nothing had happened before, but they were just normal monarchs, ministers and ministers.

The civil and military officials were not surprised by this. After a brief greeting, they began to analyze the Taiyuan war again.

However, the calmer you are on the surface, the more manic the things you suppress in your heart are.

No one knows what Song Ji was thinking on the dragon throne.

Xu Buling, who was standing behind the Three Dukes, looked at the emperor who lived together. Even if he didn't want to be so despicable, he couldn't help but have some messy thoughts flashed through his mind:

Your mother is so well-behaved...

Your wife is so soft...
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