The prince is very fierce

The two great dramas in the Chengqing Palace are bound to sweep across Chang'an in a short period of time. Prince Xu Buling, the prince of Prince Su who has been unknown for a year after entering the capital, used practical actions to demonstrate to everyone in Chang'an City how good a man can be, even if it is just a half-promise. Partially admitted, I am afraid it will be difficult to get rid of the reputation of "literary men can write and military men can bring peace to the country".

After the banquet was over, both the princes, generals and ladies were all talking about today's scene when they left the palace. Some commented on the Li family, some discussed three poems, some marveled at the inhuman martial arts, and some even Coveting may not make you look good.

If you were an ordinary prince, noble son or a scholar from a poor family, this would be a great opportunity to rise to the top in one step. If you marry someone from a wealthy family and be given a high position by the court, it would be difficult for you not to achieve rapid success. But Xu didn't allow himself to be in the sky. If he climbed any higher, he would cross the line. Therefore, this reputation is not an ordinary hot one.

It's past noon.

Song Ji walked through the Qianbu Corridor in the imperial city. He drank some wine at the banquet, and his face was slightly drunk, but his eyes were clear and deep, looking at the exotic trees and strange stones outside the corridor.

Eunuch Jia followed him slowly, holding the fly whisk on his arm. At this time, he was still thinking about what happened in Chengqing Hall just now:

"The old slave has been in the palace for a long time. He has seen too many prodigies in the world, talents in temples, and prodigies in the market. I thought that under the sky, mortals will always be mortals, no matter how talented they are. It is inseparable from nurture, and this Prince Su has opened my eyes to this old slave..."

Song Ji walked slowly with his hands behind his back, shook his head and chuckled: "The great Yue spans thousands of miles, and there are many heroes. Looking at the history, there will always be a few proud men of heaven who are difficult to fathom with common sense. It is not surprising."

Eunuch Jia nodded: "That's what Li'er is... However, the people from the Detective Investigation Department have been staying in Xiliang for many years, and there are also spies in the army. The resume of Prince Xu from childhood to most of his life is recorded. He is unruly and reckless by nature, so he became ill and was assassinated on the way to Beijing last year, so he kept a low profile. Hmm... Could it be that he suffered a big loss when he was in high spirits and changed his mind? "

Song Ji stood in the Qianbu Corridor, frowning and thinking for a moment:

"Being born into a famous family, it is not impossible to improve one's character in the ups and downs. However, Xu Buling is still too immature. There are many loopholes that can be hidden even if he is clumsy. He does not have the slightest scheming in the city. He is far inferior to his father back then..."

Eunuch Jia thought about it for a moment: "That's true. The most important thing in martial arts is to hide the front. Prince Xu is now sharp and sharp, and he is indeed a bit tender... However, Prince Xu's talent is indeed rare in the world. In time, he will not be able to surpass the old general Xu. Your Majesty, how should we respond?"

Song Ji was silent for a moment, then waved the sleeves of his dragon robe and said calmly:

"The world is like a chess game, and everyone is a chess piece. Only two or three people can jump out of the chess board, and the rest will be overturned. I can level it by overturning my hand, so why do I need to deal with it deliberately?"

Eunuch Jia bowed his head slightly and said no more.

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While the master and servant were chatting, at the end of the Thousand Steps Corridor, a pair of palace maids walked over quickly. When they saw Song Ji standing in the corridor, they all stopped and bowed to salute.

The Queen Mother walked in front, her steps slightly hurried, with a hint of irritation on her pretty face. She was a little distracted while walking with her head lowered, and she seemed to be muttering something: "Little liar, little slippery man, let me catch you." You, just put yourself within...".

Qiao'e next to her saw that the situation was not good and quietly touched the Queen Mother's sleeve.

The Queen Mother finally came to her senses and stopped.

The Queen Mother is the legitimate wife of the late emperor, and even the children of the late emperor and former empress must recognize her as their legitimate mother.

Seeing this, Song Ji straightened his clothes and raised his hand to salute:

"Mother."

"Your Majesty, no gift."

The Queen Mother pretended to be dignified and steady and raised her hands for support. Seeing Song Ji's expression of confusion, she coughed lightly and thought for a moment:

"I just heard that Crown Prince Su fainted in the Chengqing Palace. As an elder, I should go and pay a visit."

Song Ji nodded and said with a smile: "The queen is interested. The imperial doctor just checked her. It's not serious. Xu Buling has regained consciousness and returned to the palace."

When the Queen Mother heard this, a bit of anger flashed in her eyes, but she couldn't say any more. She nodded, then turned around and took the palace maid back to Yongle Palace reluctantly... her steps were a bit heavy...

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On the other side, there is a house deep in the Imperial Academy.

The warm winter sun shines on the peach blossom forest with fallen branches and leaves. A picture scroll was taken out of the house and hung on the dry peach branches to cool down in the sun to avoid getting damp.

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

King Song Yu of Yan wore a scholar's robe and lit three sticks of incense on the incense table in the peach grove. Then he sat on the futon and looked at the scroll in front of him in silence.

Tread——

Footsteps sounded from outside the courtyard.

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

"Your Majesty."

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

"Yunlin, have you heard about what happened in Chengqing Hall today?"

Liu Yunlin nodded respectfully: "I heard that Prince Su made a sensation. He not only solved several cases, but also wrote several poems. Now all the dignitaries in the city are talking about it, and the news has almost spread to the market. "

Song Yu sighed softly: "Ten years of life and death are blurred. I don't think about it, and I can't forget it... Good words, this promise made me go astray."

Liu Yunlin nodded, leaned a little closer, and said softly:

"Today in Chenghuan Palace, Gongsun Ming talked about the Baimazhuang case, and Prince Su was also present. Then what the prince told me last time is clear.

Zhu Manzhi, a wolf guard who just came to the Digou Camp, entered the Tianzi Camp in just one month because of his great contributions in the smuggling salt case and the Baimazhuang case. I thought it was just luck that I ran into Master Xiao and Prince Xu one after another.

Now it seems that it was Prince Xu who was behind the scenes, carrying Zhu Manzhi into the Tianzi Camp, and then entering the case library to inquire about the news of the Dragon Locking Gu. On the day when the Jiazi Library was infiltrated, Zhu Manzhi was indeed in the case library. This 'hidden chess piece' must be Zhu Manzhi."

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

Liu Yunlin pondered for a while: "Then what should be arranged next?"

"Xu Buling was poisoned and will not live long. He is anxious to search for the news of the Dragon Locking Gu. As an uncle, I will naturally help if I can..."

Song Yu smiled gently and hooked his finger.

Liu Yunlin came closer and listened carefully, then nodded slightly after a while.

"Go ahead."

"Yes."

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

Song Yu thought for a moment, then stood up and put a thick stack of rice paper on the drawing table, ground ink and picked up the brush, looking at the portrait of the woman in front of him, and re-painted it...