The imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty is Chang'an City, Jingzhao Prefecture. It is also known as Xijing, and it corresponds to Luoyang City, Tokyo, which has been around for more than ten years.

Since the Luoyang City Rebellion, His Majesty the Son of Heaven has moved the capital to Xijing, which is now the imperial capital Chang'an.

Just after the New Year's Day, the heyday of Chang'an City, has not had time to rest for a while, and is ready to welcome a big day, even those dignitaries and dignitaries at the top of the temple are alarmed one by one, just after noon today, a luxurious carriage is parked on both sides of the Vermilion Bird Street in front of the Mingde Gate.

Even the north and south yamen, which are ostentatious and domineering in the market on weekdays, can only drink the northwest wind in the outermost outer, and the big people who walk down from the carriages are not recognized by the people in the streets, and even those who catch the north and south yamen have never had the opportunity to see it with their own eyes.

Guarding the sides of these big men were all Shence troops who were transferred from the imperial city.

Everyone is speculating about who is going to enter the imperial capital, and with such a big pomp, it may only be slightly inferior to the battle when His Majesty entered the city today.

The north and south yamen guarding the outermost part of the country caught fast, and they didn't dare to look back, but they were still very fierce to the people who came to join in the fun.

Just last night, Chang'an City also ushered in a snow, which only stopped this morning, and until now, there is no trace of the sun in the sky. Therefore, the eaves and treetops are covered with snow, which has not yet melted, except for Suzaku Street, which has been trampled by many people.

Outside the Mingde Gate, after the loud sound of the three salutes fell, the spring officials who came to the Ministry of Rites began to play music, and the music was peaceful, as if singing praises.

More than a dozen soldiers who looked like they had returned from the border pass were the first to pass through the Mingde Gate, and walking in the middle was a jujube red tall horse, carrying a fat man on the horse's back.

The fat man is not wearing armor today, but he is wearing a standard horizontal knife on his waist, this fat man is not ugly, and even makes people feel some affinity.

Only on the chin, the beard that is about a foot long breaks the overall beauty of this fat man.

More than a dozen soldiers walked in front of the big men who came up early, the fat man did not dismount, he bowed his hands slightly to those big men, and ordered his soldiers to continue to move forward.

On weekdays, I can't wait to point my nose to the dignitaries in the sky, but today I am deflated, but I don't even dare to breathe.

There have been many ordinary people who have seen such a situation in the early years, and when they have completely seen the figure of the fat man on horseback, they have determined the identity of the fat man.

Who? Most of the Anxi of the Tang Dynasty protect the poplar beard.

The capital protector of the Tang Dynasty is not only Yang Huzi, he is the only one who may sit in Yang Huzi's position.

Originally, it was just an ordinary metropolitan guard, but he could be in charge of all the border soldiers in Longyou, Guannei, and Hedong. Yang Huzi's original identity is not very noble, as a Tang sergeant with half Turkic barbarian blood, in the early years at the border pass, he suffered a lot.

It wasn't until a later time that he entered Beijing once, and the poplar beard with the thief's eyebrows and rat eyes was inexplicably right with today's son, and he also recognized the concubine who was more than ten years younger than himself and was the most beloved concubine of today's son as his godmother. Since then, it has been on the rise.

Nowadays, even if they are already famous celebrities in the Tang Dynasty, and they are older than these dignitaries and nobles standing on Suzaku Street today, there are still many people who are secretly talking in a whisper: "Hu Mandog." ”

Today, Yang Huzi entered the city because he was summoned by His Majesty the Son of Heaven. Except for Du Situ, who is already in his prime, Prime Minister Li Linfu and Wei Guogong, who has always been at odds with him, almost all the dignitaries of the Tang Dynasty have been waiting quietly on this Vermilion Bird Street for a morning.

The battle into the city was not small, in addition to the dozen or so soldiers who had entered the city earlier and Yang Huzi himself, there was also a carriage, driven by a young man dressed in colorful and strange costumes, and the carriage did not know what nobles were carrying.

Behind the carriage, there were about two or three hundred sergeants, who carried more than a dozen large boxes, presumably as gifts from Yangbeard to the Son of Heaven.

When they reached the halfway point of Suzaku Street and passed through the long carriage procession, under the order of Yang Huzi, all the soldiers on his side and behind him handed over the weapons they carried to the Shence Army for safekeeping, except for Yang Huzi himself.

On the side of Suzaku Street, there is a academy, which is not an ordinary academy, it is the academy where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is studying today, but now it has just passed New Year's Day, and it has to wait for the Shangyuan Festival to become lively.

As the academy where the prince studied, there were still people on duty at this time.

On duty was a plainly dressed saber boy, and he stood upright on the inside side of the academy gate, with his back to the gate and was stunned.

The sound of horses' hooves woke the saber boy from his unknown fantasy, and he reached out to stroke the scabbard, turned his head slightly, and looked at Suzaku Street.

There was a steady footstep behind him, he didn't look back, he had heard this footstep many times, and naturally he could hear whose footsteps it was.

The saber boy was not polite, and still looked at Suzaku Street: "Alas, Guo Lao, who is that person, such a big battle, if it weren't for the honor guard that I had seen His Majesty the Son of Heaven before, I am afraid that I would think that this is His Majesty the Emperor returning from hunting." ”

The person who came was Guo Yuanwu, the dean of this academy, and he is also the current prince and prince, a member of the first grade, but unfortunately it is a fictitious position with no real power.

Seeing Guo Xiaojiu stretching out his hand and pointing at the fat man riding on the back of the horse at the front, Guo Yuanwu hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled his arm back: "Hey, your kid's hand, don't point your fingers, if you can't let this fat man see it, you have to lose your head immediately." ”

Putting down his arm, Guo Xiaojiu pouted, and then glanced back at Guo Yuanwu: "Old Guo, I can't imagine that there are still people you are afraid of?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, if it weren't for the fact that you and I were our own family five hundred years ago, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you kid. Guo Yuanwu rolled his eyes, put his hands behind his back and continued: "This fat man is the current Anxi Dadu Hu, Yang Huzi, and also the righteous son of His Majesty the Son of Heaven, and my two or three hundred thousand soldiers at the Tang border are all in the hands of this fat man. ”

"Hu Mandog?" Guo Xiaojiu asked tentatively.

When these words came out, Guo Yuanwu was frightened, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to make a silent gesture: "You kid be quiet, don't you want to live anymore, just say two words behind your back, put it in front of people, unless you have eighteen lives, don't mention this title in front of others." ”

Guo Xiaojiu spread his hands and continued to lean his back against the gate boredly, already turning his head to look at the snowflakes on the old locust branches in the courtyard in the distance, revealing a little disdain.

Yang Huzi's entry into Beijing has nothing to do with him. If it weren't for Han Changli, there were so many rules in this imperial capital, he wouldn't have been too lazy to stay like this. Looking back on the time since entering the imperial capital, more than two months have passed.

"I saw earlier that the big shots of the six departments were waiting at the city gate, Guo Lao, why didn't you go?" Guo Xiaojiu suddenly remembered this stubble and muttered in a low voice.

The old man standing beside him shook his shoulders suddenly, Guo Yuanwu glanced at Guo Xiaojiu, and then turned his back: "Clean up all the snow in this academy, you can't finish cleaning it, and you are not allowed to eat at night." ”

Guo Yuanwu, who had already walked more than a dozen steps, only then did he stiffen his back, put his hands behind his back, and scolded in a low voice: "Call you kid to talk more." ”

Shaking his head slightly, Guo Xiaojiu didn't pay attention to Guo Yuanwu's meaning, he couldn't eat in the academy, it was a big deal to wait until he returned to the wine shop in the evening.

The leading dozen soldiers on Suzaku Street in the distance had already walked away, and now a carriage passed in front of the academy.

Guo Xiaojiu, who had lost interest and was about to find a place to sleep well, suddenly felt that there was a cold gaze looking at him behind him, he reached out to support the scabbard, followed the gaze, and suddenly found that his gaze came from behind the slightly opened carriage curtain.

By the time Guo Xiaojiu looked over with a frown, the curtain had already been lowered, covering up the cold gaze.

As the rapid breathing slowly stabilized, Guo Xiaojiu's brows were furrowed again, and the coachman who was driving the car smiled at him, and the familiar face of the coachman seemed to have been floating in his mind yesterday.

"Huangfu?" Guo Xiaojiu squinted his eyes and met the coachman's gaze.

The emperor stretched out his hand and slapped the whip on the horse's buttocks, revealing a strange smile, and the carriage headed off into the distance.