The two big dramas in Chengqing Hall will surely sweep away Chang'an in a short time. Xu Buling, the prince of Prince Su who has been unknown for a year in the capital, demonstrated to everyone in Chang'an City how outstanding men can be. Even if they only admit part of them half-rejectedly, they will probably be difficult to get rid of the reputation of "literary writing and martial arts".

After the banquet, both kings, princes, generals, and ladies and ladies were talking about today's scenes when they left the palace, some people who evaluated the Li family, some people who discussed three poems, some people who were amazed at the inhuman martial arts, and even some people who coveted their appearance.

If it were an ordinary prince or a nobleman or a poor scholar, this would be a great opportunity to reach the sky in one step. If the family marrys, the court would value it, it would be difficult for them to not become successful. But Xu Buling himself is in the sky, and climbs up further, and he will cross the line. Therefore, this great reputation is not ordinary.

It's noon.

Song Ji walked past Qianbu Lounge in the Imperial City and drank some wine at the banquet. His face was slightly drunk, but his eyes were clear and deep, looking at the strange woods and stones outside the corridor.

Eunuch Jia slowly followed his hands, putting his whisk on his arms, and was still recalling what happened in Chengqing Palace just now:

"I have been in the palace for a long time. I have seen too many geniuses in the world, talented people in the temple, or prodigy in the market. I thought that under the sky, mortals are always mortals, and no matter how talented they are, they cannot be separated from acquired training. This prince of Prince Su opened my eyes..."

Song Ji walked slowly with his hands behind his back, shook his head and chuckled: "The great Yue has thousands of miles of territory, and heroes have emerged. Looking through history, every short time, there will always be a few prides of heaven who are difficult to understand. It is not surprising."

Eunuch Jia nodded: "Li'er is this Daoer... However, the people from the Investigation Department have been in Xiliang for many years, and there are many eyeliners in the army. Prince Xu's resumes from childhood to adulthood are recorded. He is rebellious by nature and reckless in his work. He was assassinated on his way to Beijing last year, so he became a little low-key. Well... Could it be that he suffered a great loss when he was full of energy and changed his mind?"

Song Ji stood in the Thousand Steps Lobby, frowned and thought for a moment:

"I was born in a famous family, and it is impossible to improve my mind and nature through ups and downs. However, Xu Buling is still too immature and can hide all the loopholes that can be hidden. Without any scheming, it is far less than his father's back then..."

Eunuch Jia thought about it: "That's true. The key to practicing martial arts is to hide the edge. Prince Xu is now showing his sharpness and is indeed a little tender... However, Prince Xu's talent is indeed rare in the world. If you have time, it may not be better than General Xu. How should the emperor deal with it?"

Song Ji was slightly silent, then waved his dragon robe sleeves and said calmly:

"The world is like chess, and everyone is a chess piece. There are only two or three people who can jump out of the chessboard. The rest of the people let them turn the world upside down. I can just turn the other hands and put them down. Why do you need to deal with it deliberately?"

Eunuch Jia bowed his head slightly and stopped talking.

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While the master and servant were chatting, at the end of the Qianbu Gallery, a pair of palace maids walked over quickly and saw Song Ji standing in the corridor, all of whom stopped and bowed.

The empress dowager walked in front, her steps were a little hurried, and Yan Ruofurong's cheek was still slightly annoyed, and she was a little distracted when she walked with her head down, as if she was still muttering something, "Little liar, let me catch you, I will take you..."

Qiao'e next to her saw that the situation was not good, so she quietly slapped the queen mother's sleeve.

The Queen Mother came to her senses and stopped.

The Empress Dowager was the legitimate wife of the late emperor, and even the children of the queen before the late emperor must be regarded as the legitimate mother.

Seeing this, Song Ji was dressed and raised his hand and bowed:

"Mother Queen."

"The Lord is free from rituals."

The Empress Dowager raised her hand to help her. Seeing Song Ji's face with confusion, she coughed lightly and thought for a while:

"Just just heard that Prince Su fainted in Chengqing Palace. As an elder, I should visit him."

Song Ji nodded and smiled, "My mother is intent. I just saw the imperial doctor. It's okay. Xu Buling has woken up and returned to the palace."

When the empress dowager heard this, her eyes flashed with annoyance, but she couldn't say anything more. She nodded and turned around and returned to Yongle Palace reluctantly with the palace maid... Her steps were a little heavy...

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On the other side, the house deep in the Imperial College.

The warm winter sun shines in the peach blossom forest where the branches and leaves are gone. Scrolls are taken out of the house and hung on the dry peach branches to cool down to avoid turbulence.

There are nearly a hundred paintings, all of which are copied by Xu Danqing's calligraphy. The details are slightly different, but in terms of charm and artistic conception, they are a little worse than Xu Danqing's original work. However, it is a rare masterpiece in the market.

King Song Yu of Yan, wearing a Confucian scholar's robe, lit three incense sticks on the incense table in the peach forest, then sat on the cushion and looked at the scroll in front of him and said silently.

Stepping on—

The sound of footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.

Liu Yunlin, deputy envoy of the Investigation Department, carried two baskets of rice paper, quickly walked to the center of the peach forest and put it down, bowed and said:

"Prince."

Song Yu's eyes remained on the scroll, and his voice was warm:

"Yunlin, have you heard about Chengqing Palace today?"

Liu Yunlin nodded respectfully: "I heard that Prince Su made a big splash. He not only solved several cases of the village, but also wrote several poems. Now the high-ranking officials and nobles in the city are talking about this matter, and the news is almost spreading to the market."

Song Yu sighed softly: "Ten years of life and death are inseparable, and I can't forget it if I don't think about it... Good word, Xu Buling, has made me misunderstood."

Liu Yunlin nodded, leaned closer and said softly:

"Today, in Chenghuan Palace, Gongsun Ming mentioned the case of Baimazhuang, and Prince Su was also present. The matter that the prince explained last time was clear.

Zhu Manzhi, the wolf guard who had just arrived in the Digou Camp, joined the Tianzi Camp in just one month because of the private salt case and the Baimazhuang case made great contributions. He thought he was lucky, but he ran into Mr. Xiao and Prince Xu one after another.

Now it seems that it was Prince Xu who was working behind the scenes and carrying Zhu Manzhi into the Tianzi Camp, and then entering the document library to inquire about the news of the Dragon Lock Gu. The Jiazi Library was sneaked into the day, and Zhu Manzhi was indeed in the document library. This 'secret' is supposed to be Zhu Manzhi's correct."

Song Yu nodded and chuckled: "Just find it out."

Liu Yunlin thought for a while: "What should we arrange next?"

"Xu Buling's body is in a strange poison, and he is anxious to search for news about the Dragon Lock Gu. I, as an uncle, will naturally help you..."

Song Yu smiled gently and hooked her fingers.

Liu Yunlin came to the front and listened carefully, and after a little, nodded slightly.

"Go."

"promise."

Liu Yunlin raised his hand and took out the rice paper from the bamboo basket, carried the shoulder pole and left quickly.

Song Yu thought for a while before he stood up and put a thick stack of rice paper on the painting table, grind the ink and held the pen, looked at the portrait of the woman in front of him, and re-depicted it...
Chapter completed!