Mohui Valley is far away from Chang'an, and normally it takes about two months.

This is still a hurry-and-slow rush along the way, and only the carriage of the Ministry of Industry can withstand such a long distance.

Crossing the city without entering, not letting in case of trouble, it took more than a month to return to Chang'an City from the mountains and forests in front of Mohui Valley.

These hundreds of people are all monks above the Three Realms, so whether they are placed in the Northland or the rivers and lakes, they are extremely powerful backbones, and there are too few wandering fields and five realms in this world after all.

Rao is monk's physical fitness is countless times stronger than that of ordinary people, and this more than a month of time to travel can also be called a dusty man.

What's more, Yan Hui rushed from Kyoto to Mohui Valley, and then rushed back from Mohui Valley, and only rested for about a few days in between.

Naturally more tired.

The sergeant guarding the city gate is still Li Anzhi's person, this Chen Liuwang, who is indifferent to the city government by nature, did not show up, and for him, at least twenty-five days of thirty days a month will be spent in the barracks.

Even the royal palace rarely goes back.

Although the news of Li Xiu's departure from the valley was not publicized, it was not kept secret, so when they were still a few days away from Chang'an, the entire capital had already received the news.

There are still only six sergeants guarding the gate of the city, and the carriage of the Ministry of Industry is naturally unimpeded, not to mention the hundreds of black robes who follow behind the carriage are very conspicuous, and they are from the National Teacher's Mansion.

Entering the door and walking forward is Suzaku Street, Chang'an is very prosperous, there are countless pedestrians on the street, but today there are exceptionally many.

Many people gathered on the long street, and they did not shy away from it, looking at each other.

Li Xiu was lying in the carriage, looking out through the window, knowing that these people were all spies of the hundreds of officials and major families in the court.

The capital is like a big dye vat, full of all kinds of colorful colors.

Li Xiu's status is very high, and whether it is in the rivers and lakes or in the temple, his connections are also very extensive, which is destined to be closely watched by countless eyes wherever he goes.

And he has indeed been sharp in the past two years, seemingly infinitely beautiful, but in fact he is walking on thin ice, and he may not be able to come back with every step.

Yan Hui's face was a little pale, he had been in the National Teacher's Mansion for nearly a hundred years, but his cultivation talent was very average, and it could even be said that it was very poor, if he hadn't been taken care of by the National Teacher to go to the academy and invite a two-thousand-year-old green lotus to help him break through the four realms, I am afraid that he would be dying of old age now, but because of this, Yan Hui's realm is destined to stay in Youye forever, and compared to other Youye, the foundation is unstable, and the fatigue of the past few days has made his body a little unbearable.

Xu Ziji is much better, after all, he is from the academy, and even among the monks in the same realm, he is a well-deserved leader.

The city could not gallop, and the four carriages drove through Suzaku Street for nearly a day before they arrived in front of the National Teacher's Mansion.

Hundreds of black-robed people scattered around the National Teacher's Mansion, with knives hanging from their waists.

The car door opened, and Li Xiu got out of the car and walked into the National Teacher's Mansion.

Yan Hui and Xu Ziji followed behind one after another, glanced at each other, and finally understood why everyone in the world said that His Royal Highness the Prince was the most unsociable and had a too cold temperament.

If you don't count the words that Mo said before returning to the valley, the number of times Li Xiu opened his mouth in the rest of the month, he could count it on ten fingers.

The spies on Suzaku Street had already passed the news back to their respective masters, and although they had not seen His Royal Highness the Prince with their own eyes, the four carriages of the Ministry of Works were very conspicuous.

The turbulent Chang'an fell into calm again with the return of Li Xiu, and the officials were waiting to see what the next situation would be, after all, everyone knew that compared with the non-director of the national teacher, His Royal Highness the prince was enough to say that he was ruthless.

The East Palace is adjacent to the Imperial Palace, but the National Teacher's Mansion is still far away, and the Taiwei Mansion is naturally even farther.

When Li Xiu was less than a hundred miles away from Chang'an, several carriages stopped in the dark alley behind the Taiwei Mansion.

Jiang Manquan, the head of the household, Shang Ling, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Qi Liu, the wife of Chen Liuwang, and Li Wenxuan, the king of Wu, and Yuan Wenzhao, the secretary of Dali Temple, gathered together.

This is a rare scene, the last time everyone got together was because Li Xiu was going to Gusu City, and the difference from before was that this time there was one more Dali Temple, Yuan Wenzhao.

The gathering of four first-class officials from the DPRK and China is an extremely rare scene.

Autumn is over in terms of days, and it's early winter, but the first snow hasn't fallen between heaven and earth, so it's not winter.

Today's weather can be described as excellent, the sun is high in the sky to illuminate the entire Taiwei Mansion, six people gathered in the main hall, doors and windows made of special wood to block most of the sunlight, there are three stoves in the house, the best flint is matched in it, one is enough to burn for nearly a month, so that the empty and huge hall is full of warmth.

Jiang Manquan glanced at the flint in Luzhong, snorted coldly and said, "When did Mohui Valley become a place where you can enter and exit freely?"

Mo Huigu's claim that there is no return is not spread by false rumors, it is the death of countless people one after another, and in recent decades, it is only Mr. Chen and Li Xiu of the academy who have come out of it.

Everyone in the world thought it was a fluke, but this time Li Xiu not only entered it again, but also brought the drunken spring breeze out alive.

Could it be that Mo Huigu is his family's failure?

Jiang Manquan's voice was very loud, but everyone present did not respond, knowing that he was just unhappy in his heart, or he was afraid.

After Li Xiu and Yang Wuding teamed up to kill Concubine Yang that day, this young man who returned with a snowstorm became a lingering nightmare for this Shangshu lord.

The room was very quiet, and the old god Qi Qin was sitting on the main seat, closing his eyes and not speaking.

His time is running out, and he has seen so thoroughly for so many years that he is too lazy to say many things.

Li Wenxuan sat beside him, and smiled slightly after hearing Jiang Manquan's words: "Li Xiu is not so easy to die, and there is no need to keep all eyes on him, my father sent a decree to open the Sky Locking Tower, this is an opportunity, then we must seize it." ”

Li Wenxuan stood up from his seat, dressed in a white dress with gold edges, with fair skin and starry eyes that looked extremely noble.

"Li Xiu's return to Beijing can make the hundred officials of the court and the central government wait and see silently, but since the holy decree has been lowered, the prince has already lost the upper hand, Li Xiu is fighting for the general trend of the world, and Li Xian and I are only competing for that position. ”

He paced to the stove, looked down at the burning red stones in the furnace, blinked, black hair spilled from behind his back, and said softly: "Li Xiu looks at the world and thinks that he still has the upper hand, but he doesn't know that he has fallen behind when he puts his eyes on that seat. ”

The orange-yellow flame was reflected in his eyes, and the curvature of the corners of Li Wenxuan's mouth lifted, and he muttered: "In the end, it's just the prince of Chen Liu, and his vision is lower after all." ”