The sky was bright.

Between the bluestone alleys, Xu Buling walked in the light snow, took off the fox fur and only wore a white robe, in the cold wind of the early winter morning, the body could feel the biting cold. Being hit by the Lock Dragon Gu in the body caused the body to be weak and cold, and at this time, due to the environment, the faint pain in the chest and abdomen was really not very comfortable.

Xu Buling picked up the wine gourd and shook it, there was not much left, and it was all sent into Ning Qingye's mouth, there was not a drop left, and there were faint lip prints on the wine gourd.

"You're welcome......

Xu Buling hung the gourd back on his waist and walked outside the Sun family's shop in the depths of the alley, never thinking that he would only see the wine banner of achievement swaying in the cold wind, but the door of the shop was closed.

Xu Buling was a little surprised. The craftsmen in the market, no matter how big or small, are very particular, which hour to open, which hour to proof, basically will not change for a lifetime, this is the respect for the guests.

Needless to say, the famous old store like Sun's shop, the shopkeeper Sun may have never gotten up a day late in his life, nor did he go through half an hour early.

If the opening time is irregular, he will appear like this, running over when he needs wine urgently, but he eats the closed door, except for standing outside and waiting, he doesn't even have a contact information.

Xu Buling put his hands on his sleeves and stood quietly under the wine banner to wait, it stands to reason that an old man like Shopkeeper Sun will not be delayed for too long.

It's a pity that Xu Buling waited until the sky was bright, his face was already blue, and there were several waves of drinkers in the alley, and a few waves of drinkers left, but Shopkeeper Sun still didn't come.

Xu Buling frowned slightly, and could only say secretly: Maybe something happened at home.

After that, Xu Buling walked out of the alley, made a pot of ordinary wine in the wine shop, and after greeting the Imperial Forest Army patrolling the street, he returned to the Yanwang Mansion......

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On the other side, it was just getting dark.

In a study in Wenqu Garden, Song Yufu was sorting out a pile of rice paper with dark circles under her eyes.

Song Yufu helps her father read early in the morning every day, although she knows that those princes and nobles will not ask questions, but the content of the daily recitation still has to be carefully pondered in advance, so as not to be unable to answer questions when you get it.

In normal times, Song Yufu would have gotten up a long time ago, but last night a dragon poetry meeting made her heart unable to calm down for a long time, and when she learned that Xu Shizi was kidnapped by thieves, she couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and finally got tired and the sky dawned.

Although I am worried about Xu Shizi's safety, I still have to do things, in addition to preparing for a lecture today, I also have to sort out the more famous poems at last night's poetry meeting, and send them to the palace for the Son of Heaven to enjoy.

When today's literati, in order to show their attention to students, they will also write poems written by young talents in Chang'an in their spare time, and occasionally two sentences of praise will come out of the palace, and the literati who write poems will naturally become famous, speaking of which the talents of Chang'an City still attach great importance to this matter.

Originally, these things were done by a few old masters in Guozijian, but her father didn't like these things that chased fame and fortune, so he naturally handed them over to her. Speaking of which, she is quite pitiful as a girl.

The manuscript of the poem given to the Son of Heaven naturally cannot be picked at random, if there is a "hidden poem" or "insinuation", it is a big deal to kill the head.

Song Yufu used the oil lamp to compare seriously, but some poems are really unsightly, such as Xiao Ting's "My Prime Minister Father", which is written in a mess and can't say bad things.

Song Yufu was distraught after looking at it for a moment, so she could only pick up a poem manuscript from the table and look at it to wash her eyes.

On the unsigned manuscript of the poem, it is written, 'Ten years of life and death are boundless, do not think, and are unforgettable...". It is rumored that today's son is also an infatuated lover, and the queen has not been re-established after her death, if you see this poem, you will also feel a lot of emotion.

It's a pity that Xu Shizi warned first, Song Yufu definitely didn't dare to send these words, and when the time came, the Son of Heaven Longyan Dayue asked who wrote it, but it would cause big trouble.

Song Yufu picked it up and looked at it for a while, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that these poems could not be ghostwritten by others. There is no one with such a good literary talent in the Dayue Dynasty, and she has been in contact with Xu Shizi for so long, but she feels that Xu Shizi has hidden a lot of things, and it is not impossible to write these poems.

It's just that Xu Shizi insisted that he copied it, and Song Yufu had no choice, so he could only enjoy it alone.

From the silence of the lights, until the dawn of the sky.

Song Yufu didn't sleep all night, and gradually began to nod like a chicken pecking rice, and I don't know how long it took, a bell suddenly rang outside.

Knock Knock –

Song Yufu woke up suddenly, and her face turned pale with fright for a moment.

When the morning bell rang, it was supposed to be the beginning of the morning reading, and most of the students had arrived at Guozijian, and she was in a daze, obviously late.

The master is a teacher, and being late is not a trivial matter, if her father finds out, he doesn't know what to scold her for.

"Oops, awful, awful......"

Song Yufu hurriedly stood up and ran towards the school house in Wenquyuan, and at this time she could only hope that her father did not find out. Those princes and nobles never cared about reading early, and they wouldn't say much if they thought about it......

Soon, the sound of reading aloud came from the study house not far away.

After a long time, in the study that was supposed to be for the master to rest, there was another sound of clanging footsteps,

Song Baiqing walked quickly through the verandah and entered the study with his hands behind his back, followed by a little eunuch, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and the male duck's voice kept urging:

"Master Song, in a few more hours, the court should be dispersed, and it stands to reason that the things sent into the palace should be taken to the gate of the Guozijian half an hour ago. I can't wait for the left to come, and I can't wait for the right to come, if the saint comes up and wants to take a look twice, I have to be slammed ......"

Song Baiqing frowned: "Got it...... This girl, the bigger she gets, the more unruly she is......" walked into the study while speaking, and looked around, there was no one in the room, and the desk was messy.

Song Baiqing walked up, glanced at the two piles of poems, and then gathered together a stack of high-quality poems and handed them to the little eunuch.

The little eunuch is a person close to the current emperor, and after taking the manuscript of the poem, he thought about it and asked:

"The saint usually doesn't go out of the palace, just look at these things to relieve boredom, I just waited outside, and I heard the students say that yesterday the dragon poetry meeting came out with a good word, or it was written by the prince of Su Wang, but is there such a thing?"

Song Baiqing frowned slightly: "It's not conclusive yet, the student is just guessing." Last night, there was an assassin in the Dragon Yin Pavilion, Xu Shizi was taken away and his whereabouts are unknown, and the Investigation Department is looking for news under pressure, so don't alarm the saint first. ”

The little eunuch thought about it, so he didn't ask any more questions, held a pile of poems, and walked out of the country quickly......

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