On the second day of the winter month, King Wu has a big birthday.

King Wu is the oldest among the seven vassal kings, and for many years he has managed the south of the Yangtze River in an orderly manner, and has a high prestige in the court.

Because of the floods in recent months, there are many hungry homeless people inside and outside the city, in order to appease the people, the birthday banquet did not make the city full of lights, but only paid a banquet in the Wu Wangfu on the shore of the West Lake.

The time has just arrived in the afternoon, and the wide long street outside the Jade Emperor Mountain is full of chariot sedan chairs, and they walk in front of the dismounted monument.

The Jade Emperor Mountain is located between the West Lake and the Qiantang River, looking at it from afar like a giant dragon lying horizontally, when the wind and clouds surge, it can be seen that the lake and mountains are empty, and the river and sky are vast. The scenery is beautiful, far beyond the sea of artificial flowers in the Suzhou desert.

Xu Buling got out of the carriage and saw this magnificent palace, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that they were all vassal kings, and the gap was too big.

On formal occasions, Mrs. Lu was only the daughter-in-law of the Xiao family, and could not represent the Jinling Lu family, so she and Xiao Ting walked behind.

Xu Buling followed Xiao Qi over, and did not set up the honor guard of the prince of the domain. However, his recent reputation is too great, and when many officials and gentry saw the handsome son beside Xiao Qi, they knew who was coming, and hurriedly stopped on the side of the road and raised their hands to salute:

"See Prince Su, Miss Xiao, it's been a long time!"

Today, the gate valve clans in Jiangnan are basically here, and even Xue Chengzhi sent his son over to carry congratulatory gifts, but the status of the Jianghu people in front of the princes is too low, and they can't find where they can be when they walk in the corners.

Xu Buling didn't know the heads of these clans, but most of these people had a longer family history than the Xu family, and many of the books he might have read were written by these ancestors, and his posture couldn't be too arrogant, so he just nodded with a smile.

Xiao Qi walks around Jiangnan all the year round, and is quite familiar with talking with representatives of many families, with a very high posture but not disgusting to the other party, and his bearing is impeccable.

Outside the vermilion lacquer gate, Song Yulou, the second son of King Wu, received the guests, and when he saw that Xu Buling had arrived, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted:

"Brother Xu, Miss Xiao, the two of them came to congratulate their father on his birthday, but they never went out of the city to greet them in person, so they really treated them badly. Please come in ......"

Song Yulou is not very old, about seventeen or eighteen, but his words are kind, and with his elegant appearance, he has already revealed a bit of stability.

Xu Buling has never seen Song Yulou, but he has heard Xiao Qi say that several of King Wu's heirs - the eldest son of the eldest son was very smart at a young age, and he was deeply loved by King Wu, but it was a pity that the ship sank during a tour of the south of the Yangtze River, and the little prince died early. The second son of Wu Wangyan, that is, the current son of Wu Wang, is still studying in Chang'an City, and Xu Buling are classmates, they know each other, and they are idle all day long, and they have no talent.

However, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, even Xu Buling had to hide clumsy pigs, and the other vassal princes were naturally similar, and they were not sure if the prince of Wu was hiding clumsy.

Song Yulou is the third son of King Wu, although his reputation is not obvious, but he is also the second heir to the throne, his status is transcendent, and there is no problem with Xu Buling to call him a brother.

Xu Buling's expression was very easy-going, and he said hello politely, and then took Xiao Qi into the huge palace of Jade Emperor Mountain.

The palace is full of high-ranking friends, and the Langtai Pavilion is full of famous families from all over the world, and Xu Buling even saw a few Beijing officials who have seen it in the Taiji Palace. The identity gap is too big, and the other party is not very easy to come over to say hello, but he just bowed his head and bowed from afar.

The birthday banquet has not officially begun, as soon as Xiao Ting entered the palace, he ran to go to the family with the prince and noble son he knew, Xu Buling and Xiao Qi came to a living room near the main hall to drink tea and wait, except for the maid who began to pour tea and water, there were no outsiders to disturb.

Xiao Qi sat quietly in the chair, frowning slightly, obviously thinking about things.

Mrs. Lu looked at the people outside the window, as if she was looking for an acquaintance she had seen when she was a child.

Xu Buling sat between the two, pondered a little, and turned his head to look at Xiao Qi: "That Song Yulou just now, is it very valued by King Wu?" ”

Xiao Qi is smart, and she is actually thinking about this matter. She guessed that King Wu would not rebel, firstly, it was difficult to succeed without soldiers in his hands, and secondly, the prince of King Wu was still in the capital, and the so-called 'proton' was used to restrain the vassal king, and it was impossible for King Wu to ignore his own son.

But after seeing Song Yulou, Xiao Qi felt that compared to power, a son was nothing, and it was not only a lone seedling like King Su, the son of the capital was gone, and there were three sons, as long as he was ruthless, the proton in Chang'an should be regarded as non-existent.

But even so, King Wu's unbeatable soldiers are hard wounds, and if they want to fight from the south of the Yangtze River to Chang'an, they have to push the King of Wei, the King of Yu, the King of Chu, and the Iron Cavalry of Guanzhong.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qi shook his head and said softly: "King Wu attaches great importance to several children, it is difficult to see anything based on this alone, don't speculate, first see what King Wu is looking for." ”

Xu Buling nodded lightly and said no more.

Waiting quietly in the living room, the palace is getting more and more lively, and the sky is gradually getting dark, and the calm West Lake outside the mountain can be seen in the distance.

Xu Buling was enjoying the beautiful scenery of the West Lake with nothing to do, and he saw a family member disappear from the corridor in a flash, but he turned his head to see that he was gone.

Xu Buling felt a little familiar, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I'll go out and have a look." Then he got up and left the living room.

Outside the main hall of the palace, there are many people, and the gentry and officials in the garden gather in three or two to call them brothers, and the maids and maids walk through it to entertain the guests.

Xu Buling walked through the corridor in a low-key manner, came to the palace garden, stood in a viewing pavilion, and made the appearance of watching the night view of the West Lake. Within a moment, the sound of footsteps came to mind, and a small family with a tea tray walked behind him.

Xu Buling glanced at Yu Guang - Jia Ding's face was dark and his appearance was very ordinary, but this person had met him once in Fu Bao's grandfather's village, and was called 'Erhei' by Fu Bao, who should be Mei Qusheng's junior brother.

Xu Buling was a little surprised, he didn't expect Grandpa Fubao's wrist to be so hard that even the palace could be mixed in.

Erhei passed behind Xu Buling with a tea tray, slowed down slightly, and said softly:

"Master asked me to bring you a sentence - the divine right of the monarch, the wisdom of the Central Plains. can understand your own ideas, and if you don't understand, you can honestly return to Suzhou. ”

？？？

Xu Buling frowned slightly, and after carefully thinking about the eight words 'divine authority of the monarch, wisdom and chaos in the Central Plains', he was a little inexplicable, and looked back:

"He's an old man, so he can't speak human language?"

Erhei snorted imperceptibly, and left with the tea tray.

It's quite tsundere.

Xu Buling spread his hands slightly, he really didn't like this kind of riddle-like news. Just like the previous sentence 'It is difficult to become a Taoist against the sky, and the real dragon is homeopathic', just say that it is okay to follow Song Ji's path, why are the gods chattering in the clouds and foggy for people to guess.

The divine power of the monarch is conferred, and the wisdom is chaotic in the Central Plains......

The monarchy must be the throne, what the hell is the divine grant...... Wisdom in the Central Plains......

Xu Buling pondered carefully for a moment, and the only thing that was certain was that Grandpa Fu Bao saw the clues and knew that someone wanted to cause trouble in the Central Plains, and it was likely to be King Wu, but what method was used and how it worked was not pointed out.

Seeing that the birthday banquet had begun, and the guests were all walking towards the main hall, Xu Buling could only keep it in mind for the time being, and quickly returned to the living room......