The Song Xuan brothers and sisters did not make much movement back to Beijing, but even so, they were still concerned by some people.

In a mansion in the south of the imperial capital, some people gathered together and were discussing something.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the brother and sister are back!"

At the head of the living room, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes drank tea and spoke flatly.

"Come back, come back, outside, he is a dragon, in the imperial capital, he is a snake at best, what waves can he stir up?"

Some people didn't care, "This time, it's just a temptation for us, since they reacted so violently, there is no need to continue in the future." ”

The man in the fancy costume nodded, "These hereditary Xuanyi guards are really hard to bite. The Xu family has declined to such an extent that it has almost no contact with other families, but even so, outsiders are still not allowed to move. ”

An old man with extraordinary bearing sighed: "Because of Xu Ping'an, the eight major families in Yangzhou are almost dead, and even a prince has been put in.

This is Ye Tian's attitude, whoever moves, who destroys! ”

"It's a pity!"

The man in the Chinese costume on the main throne sighed, "It is said that in the future, Ye Tian took the branch of the Xu family to the imperial capital, and retained the hereditary position of the Xu family in the Xuanyi Guard system.

Trying to clean them up with a little bit of cannibalization doesn't work. ”

Everyone sighed slightly with regret.

One hundred and twenty hereditary Xuanyiwei families, some of which have long since withered and declined without a sense of existence, but even so, as long as one of these families is still in power, no force is allowed to move them!

Ye Tian is like this, and so are the previous Xuanyi Guard commanders.

"If there is no accident, Ye Tian's favorite next-generation Xuanyi Guard commander is the two Song Xuan brothers and sisters."

An old man said tentatively: "Everyone, who has the guts to try to see what the reaction of Xuanyiwei's successor suddenly falls?"

With all of your power and wealth in the court, there should be a few available martial arts masters, right? ”

The man in the costume was stunned for a moment, and his eyes intertwined with everyone's eyes, and then everyone awkwardly picked up their teacups and drank tea silently.

Is this a question of guts?

Is this a brain-dead person who would make such a suggestion?

Even the Xu family, which has only one single seedling left, was uprooted after his death.

Now you want to move the heir chosen by the hereditary Xuanyiwei family?

Is your mom wholesale, and she kills endlessly?

Or do you think that you have too many people from the Nine Clans and want to make room for other forces?

After drinking the tea in the cup, the man in the Chinese costume got up and said helplessly: "Everyone, let's do it, not all these years, not all these years."

I thought that when today's son wanted to weaken the power of Xuanyiwei, we might be able to add a fire, but now it seems that this person has no courage, and he doesn't have the courage to tear his face with Xuanyiwei.

In that case, let's go back, and talk about the end of the year first. ”

Someone got up unwillingly and said, "That's the only way?" ”

The man in the fancy dress snorted, "This can only be the case!" This generation of heavens is not good, wait for the next generation! I can only hope that the next one will be a bold Lord.

Da Zhou, after all, is a martial arts country, and the next one will try to choose from the princes with high martial arts.

When your own strength is strong, sitting on the position of the Son of Heaven, you have the confidence and courage, right? ”

"Okay, that's all." Someone agreed: "You all go back to have a snack, collect more information about the princes, and next time, you must choose a stronger one!"

I don't want the next emperor to disband the Xuanyi Guard, but at least we have to limit their power.

This kind of day when he has a sharp blade hanging over his head at any time and his head is cut off at some point, the old man has long had enough! ”

......

"Who will realize the big dream? I know it all my life. ”

Song family, in the osmanthus wing where Song Xuan lived, since he returned home and had dinner with his parents, Song Xuan slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.

For the first time in ten years, he slept at night.

There is no other reason than just to get a good night's sleep at home

In the courtyard, Daddy Song Yuanshan came back from the yamen, and he didn't have any errands, lying lazily on the recliner, drinking and basking in the sun.

When it comes to fishing, the Song family is ancestral.

Mother and Song Qian were busy making dumplings, mother and daughter were chatting about family life, and mother Lin was holding a rolling pin from time to time to knock Song Erni.

Song Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed with a smile and sensed all this, don't talk about his heart, he doesn't even have an idle thing in his heart, this kind of quiet days makes him enjoy it very much.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, Song Xuan got up and casually looked at his room, which had been absent for nearly a year.

The room was very clean, and it was clear that my mother came to clean the room on weekdays.

got up and picked up a clay figure on the desk, and played with it casually, this clay figure was given by his fiancée when he was eleven years old.

To be precise, most of the clay figures, porcelain and various ornaments on this desk were given by Lu Qingxue when he was young.

Song Xuan touched those ornaments with a smile on his face, recalling the scenes of his youth.

Open a cabinet under the desk, there are a lot of books in it, Song Xuan flipped through it, fortunately, his mother did not mess with his books, and the golden bottle plum pressed at the bottom was not found.

The unabridged version of the Golden Vase Plum, which is an ancient book that he asked Lu Xiaoliu to collect at a great cost, is extremely collectible.

In another cabinet, there are all kinds of paintings, landscape paintings, flower and bird paintings, figure paintings, and the most are figure paintings, all of which are painted by friends who grew up together, all of which were made in his spare time when he was young.

Randomly pulled out a picture scroll, and Lu Qingxue's slightly youthful and innocent appearance jumped on the paper.

Thirteen or fourteen years old, combed with a slanted ponytail, although he is still young, he has already revealed the appearance of a captivating city, especially the chest that is more than one circle older than a girl of the same age, which attracted Song Xuan's attention.

Song Xuan smiled and unfolded the picture scrolls one by one.

"This picture was drawn for her not long after we met, a little girl, and she had to beat me with a stone at that time."

"Oh, this one was when I was ten years old, she went with me to collect protection money, and when she came back, she painted it proudly like a little swan."

"This one, haha, this is what I painted on a whim when Song Qian beat Lu Xiaoliu, not to mention, Song Erni was already quite spicy when she was a child."

"Hey, this ....."

At the end, Song Xuan opened a portrait, on the portrait, it was a shy and timid-looking girl with a very gentle appearance, her face was red, and her eyes seemed to be a little dodgy.

"Lu Qingshuang's portrait?" Song Xuan looked at it suspiciously, "This Feng, I didn't draw it, when did it fit into my cabinet?" ”