When he went back, Li Ning asked puzzled in the carriage: "Gong Bo is subordinate to the Su Guard Army and is responsible for defending the palace city. And Yang Jian is just a small corporal of the Fourth Destiny Palace, and his official position is not high, why does Otsuka Zai have to win him over? ”

Yuwen Hu's face was grim, and he said slowly: "Yang Jian is calm and knowledgeable, he has been named the general of the Nine-Fate Hussar, but he is willing to bend down to be a little palace uncle, why?" Because he understands that the title of the so-called hussar general is just a false name obtained by relying on his father's shadow, and has no real power. And Gongbo is the closest position to the imperial power, and it is the best springboard to get close to the center of power and participate in politics. Yang Jian bent over the palace in order to gain real power. This person has far-reaching plans, hidden scheming, and great ambitions, which should not be underestimated. ”

More importantly, the Yang family behind him has great military achievements, holds a certain amount of military power, and its influence in the army is not trivial. If the Yang family's forces can be collected for their own use, they will be the most powerful helpers of the widows. ”

As he spoke, Yuwen Hu's cold light flashed, "What's more, I'm afraid the Heavenly King is also trying to win over the Yang family." ”

Li Ning had the heart to ask again, but Yuwen Hu closed his eyes and pondered, and stopped talking.

After a while, Li Ning seemed to remember something, and asked again: "Otsuka Zai wants to win over Yang Jian, but Yang Jian's father-in-law Lonely Letter died at your hands." His subordinates are worried that he will not hold a grudge against you and turn to the Heavenly King. ”

"That's not necessarily, the Dugu family and the Yang family were just a political marriage, each taking what they wanted. Now that the Dugu family has been defeated and has no use value, Yang Jian will not offend the widow because of a worthless dead man. Besides, Dugu Jialuo and Yang Jian have always been inseparable, and the two have no emotional foundation. When his uncle was alive, he was afraid of Dugu Xin's power, and did not agree with Brother Yong to associate with Lonely Jialuo, who could only marry Yang Jian under the arrangement of his elders. There are other people in his wife's heart, and Yang Jian is afraid that he will feel very ashamed. "Yuwen Protector is shining, full of calculations.

Listening to their conversation, I couldn't help but feel depressed. In the past, the royal family was fighting for power and profit, but for me it was just a vague symbol, a political narrative in the history books that had nothing to do with me, and it was far away from me. But now it's really in front of me, intrigues, intrigues, these things that I once thought I would never meet are really happening around me, it's incredible, and ...... Terrible.

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The weather in June is very hot, open the bamboo curtain by the window, and blow the wind to disperse the hot atmosphere of this house.

Through the window, you can see a green bamboo shadow, green knots and forests, green smoke and dense leaves, and a pillar of jasper bamboo is lush like green clouds. When the summer breeze blows coolly, you can smell the fresh fragrance of bamboo leaves, which is refreshing, and even the heat suppression in the air has dissipated a little.

The cool summer breeze dissipated the sweltering heat, but it could not dissipate the serious atmosphere in the house. Several of Yuwen Hu's cronies were discussing in the study about the fact that the king was going to change the imperial system today, but Yuwen Hu always had a gloomy face and did not say a word.

Hou Longen, who is the general of the Pillar Kingdom, couldn't help it, "The Heavenly King insists on abolishing the Heavenly King System and is bent on emulating Qin Shi Huang as the emperor, can Otsuka Zai have a way to stop it?" ”

Yuwen Hu's eyes were gloomy, but the words he said were surprising, "Why stop it, since he wants to be the emperor, let him be the emperor." ”

He Lanxiang worried: "Since ancient times, the emperor has been the only emperor and the power is supreme, and the Heavenly King has followed the example of the Qin Emperor to claim the emperor, the purpose is to concentrate the imperial power. Isn't it afraid that Brother Hu will grow stronger and deal with you in turn? ”

"What's the matter with giving him some power, as long as the military power is firmly in the hands of the widow, he can't help me." Yuwen Husen's cold gaze glanced at everyone, "If you are strong, you will be humiliated, and if you are too strong, you will be easy to break." Sometimes too much suppression is a bad thing, and you have forgotten the lessons of the previous king? The widow didn't want a second Yuwenjue. ”

After discussing political affairs, I went out of the study with Yuwen Hu. Along the way, I found that all parts of the house were busy sweeping the floor and dusting, trimming flowers and cutting grass, putting up lights and hanging colors, and they were busy. After asking, I realized that it was Yuwen Hu's birthday in a few days, and the house was arranging preparations for the upcoming birthday banquet.

At the door of the hall, a little maid standing under the bamboo ladder, holding a lantern, beckoned to me, "Sister Qingqiang, I'm afraid of heights, can you help me hang this lantern?" ”

The voice is as crisp as a copper bell, the girl in front of her has a delicate melon seed face, a delicate double-ring bun, a pair of exquisite butterfly purple hairpins, a willow embroidered apricot cardigan, and a jade blue sky blue striped skirt, which is fresh and moving, and it is Jingjing.

I stepped on the high bamboo ladder with the lantern, and was about to hang the lantern, when suddenly my feet slipped, one tilted, and in an instant my body fell uncontrollably, "Ahhh

When my heart was pounding, a pair of strong and gentle hands caught me. When I looked up, it was the face of a strange man. I was so frightened that I quickly jumped out of his arms, avoided a few steps, and thanked him in embarrassment: "Thank you to this son." ”

"Childe? You don't even recognize me? The man in front of me stared at me in disbelief.

I saw embarrassment, atmosphere, annoyance and other emotions flashing on his face, and I couldn't help but be even more confused, who is he, have I seen it?

Jingjing hurriedly came over and reminded me in a low voice, "Sister Qingqiang, he is the eldest brother of the big Sikong, the brother of the prince of the small country and the mother who run together." ”

I still can't remember, the face of the man in front of me is even more ugly, and Jingjing reminded again: "Sister Qingqiang, have you forgotten, that day, the person under the pear blossom tree was him." ”

The man in front of him was wearing an ink-colored robe, with ink sleeves outlined with a cloud pattern of goshawk perched branches along the silver wire, a curly grass ripple jade belt tied to his waist, and a mountain jade pinned to his waist, with a slender and upright posture, three-dimensional and handsome facial features, and a touch of indifference and coldness in his eyes.

I tried to remember, and finally remembered that I had indeed seen this person under the pear blossom tree a few days ago, so I changed my words and said, "Thank you, Da Sikong." ”

Da Sikong's face was a little pale, but there was still a wave of anger on his face, and he glared at me a little unwillingly.

At this time, Yuwen Hu came over and said to the big Sikong: "Why does Brother Yong have time to come to my house today?" Yuwen Wu asked.

Brother Yong? Is he Yuwen Yong, who was robbed of his lover by Yang Jian? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at him twice.

Yu Wenyong's clear eyes suddenly smiled at me, and I was a little embarrassed to see that I was a little embarrassed, and then said leisurely: "Miss Xiao's flute sound in relieving her worries that day is like fairy music, which is unforgettable. It just so happens that the sixth brother has often mentioned a person recently, saying that Miss Xiao in the brother's mansion has an excellent heart, is extremely intelligent, has superb cooking skills, and can cook many delicious things. So I want to get to know this Miss Xiao. ”

That day, he was actually at the restaurant?

Yuwen Hu said the same question as me, "It turns out that Brother Yong was also at the Worry Relief Restaurant that day, why didn't he come out to say hello to me?" ”

"I patronized the day to watch the beauty. The wonderful sound of the flute of the Qingqiang girl makes people forget to hear it, and the soul flies to the fairyland, where do you remember the brother? Yuwen Yong first smiled pleasantly, and then said to Yuwen in a serious way, "Brother also knows that I have always been obsessed with music and rhythm, and I was shocked when I heard Miss Xiao's flute that day." Brother, can you allow me to come to your house often in the future and ask Miss Xiao for advice on the art of Xiao? ”

Yuwen Hu's gaze turned around Yu Wenyong and me, and smiled distantly, "It's also her fate that Qingqiang's Xiao Yi can enter your eyes, as long as she is willing, I have no objection." Brother Yong wanted to come to her when to ask for Xiao Yi, so he just came. ”

I hurriedly said: "Da Sikong praised it, Qingqiang is just a rough flute art, that day was just a coincidence to play well, where can I talk about what to teach, Da Sikong is really tormenting Qingqiang." ”

Yuwen Yong smiled sparsely, "I won't be wrong, you are superb in Xiao Yi, and you are a master of Xiao Le." ”

I denied it again and again, "Don't say that, Da Sikong, Qingqiang's skills are ordinary, shallow and ugly, and he deserves your praise." Da Sikong should choose another talent to teach Xiao Yi, and Qingqiang retired first. ”

With that, I grabbed the hem of Shui Bi's skirt and ran away without looking back.

After returning to the room, I took off my shoes and went to bed to rest, but I smelled a smell of tung oil on the soles of my shoes, I looked at a little oil mark on the soles of my shoes, and remembered that I fell down from the bamboo ladder today, and it turned out that my feet had stepped on tung oil.

Someone smeared tung oil on the bamboo ladder!

Who is playing tricks on me?

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In the following days, Yuwen Yong often visited Tsukazaifu, but he did not come to find Yuwen Hu, but to me, saying that he was here to ask me for Xiao Yi, and he praised me between words.

Yuwen Hu looked at me and Yuwen Yong with a meaningful gaze that made me feel very uncomfortable. He told me to entertain Yu Wenyong well, and I didn't have to go to the study.

I looked at Yu Wenyong's tender gaze, and my heart was numb.

Could it be that he has only seen me once or twice, and after listening to me play two tunes at the Anxiety Relief Restaurant, he likes me?

I don't believe it.

In the back garden of the Tomb Mansion, there was a burst of astringent flute sound in the ground, high and low, heavy and light, fast and slow, the rhythm was uneven, and there was no order, which made the listener upset and avoided.

Yu Wenyong's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were staring at me with complicated eyes, "Why did Miss Qingqiang's Xiao Yi regress so much, could it be that she deliberately blew it so ugly to avoid me." ”

I bit my lip aggrievedly, "Da Sikong has wronged me." Qingqiang has long said that Qingqiang's skills are ordinary, shallow and ugly. Now that Da Sikong can see it, you might as well ask someone else for advice. lest the sound of the green rose be ravaged day by day, and your ears will be tainted. ”

I raised my sleeves as I spoke, hiding my face and sobbing, "Qingqiang doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of people, so Qingqiang will retire, so as not to annoy Da Sikong." As he spoke, he ran away with a sad look in his eyes.

I didn't stop until I was far away, and I lowered my sleeves, a smug smile on my lips.

"Hey, Sister Xiao!" A small figure suddenly popped up.

I couldn't help but be startled, looked at Yu Wenzhi, who was smiling innocently in front of me, and said, "Xiao Guogong, don't be like this again, it didn't scare me." ”

Yuwen Zhi's big black eyes rolled around, as if he had discovered something interesting, "I saw it just now, Sister Xiao is playing tricks on the fourth brother." ”

I suddenly felt a little weak, turned my head sideways, and listened to Yu Wenzhi continue: "Sister Xiao doesn't like the fourth brother, my mother and I don't like the fourth brother either, he always doesn't speak sullenly, it's not fun at all." ”

"Sister Xiao, I want to eat the braised chicken feet you made, you can make them for me."

In order to stop Yuwenzhi's mouth and prevent him from publicizing what happened just now, I responded to his request, "Okay." ”