Martial Sage

The sky is freezing cold, and the north wind howls.

It seems that the weather this year is also much colder than before with the sad news of the Queen’s funeral.

There were a lot of hawkers scattered on the street, and half of the wandering people on the street were missing.

During the one-month national mourning period, all the citizens of the imperial city were forbidden to stay at home all day, as if isolated from the world.

Perhaps it is the greed of the former bustling and lively life, or the venting of this repressed mood.

When the funeral was over, many people rushed into the restaurant and teahouse.

In the entire Chang'an City, various large and small teahouses and restaurants are very popular and extremely popular.

Ming Youxuan.

This previously famous teahouse is now ranked behind Tang Hao's teahouse, and it is firmly ranked second in Chang'an.

Of course, Ming Youxuan has its own characteristics.

In this teahouse, the most indispensable are strange people and strangers.

Here is also the birthplace of news gathering and dispersal.

Attic on the second floor.

A pot of bright red charcoal fire was placed in the center of the room, with a crackling sound from time to time.

In the small private room, it was immediately warmed by the charcoal fire.

On the long table by the window, four men sat there, eating pasta, fruits and vegetables on the table, talking.

An elegant young man picked up the steaming teacup on the long case, took a sip, and said in a low voice.

"Have you ever heard of the major events in the East Palace?"

Through the white air wafting from the teacup, the smile of the elegant young man looked very mysterious.

At the other end of the case, Fatty, with a thick face, suddenly stopped in mid-air with a big fat hand holding a teacup, looking at the young man in amazement, said.

"East Palace? Isn't that his Royal Highness?"

The three of them slowly moved forward, their eyes full of curiosity.

Ruya Qingyou coughed and whispered.

"This matter, I also listen to the rumors of the high officials above."

After that, he looked at the closed door, turned his head to look at the three of them, and said carefully.

"I heard that the prince was riding a horse and broke his leg!"

The low voice was as subtle as a silkworm gnawing mulberry leaves.

hiss.

The three of them took a breath at the same time.

A thin man frowned slightly, said.

"Hey! This year's Datang is full of disasters."

"This grandson empress has been funeral for two months, and the crown prince suffered this catastrophe, hey!"

A sigh revealed a deep sense of helplessness.

The honest and fat man widened his eyes and said.

"No? So, this prince can't inherit the throne?"

This slightly surprised sound, the volume increased by one point unconsciously.

This action immediately shocked the other three people.

The elegant man hurriedly grabbed the Fatty's arm, pulled away from the window, and snapped.

"A lot of people, privately discuss the court, you don't want to live anymore?"

Fatty also knew that he had lost his temper, and lay his head down, not daring to make a noise.

The four of them slowly looked out of the window, and they were relieved to see that no one had noticed the strangeness of the attic.

The thin man frowned slightly, glanced at the three of them, turned his eyes to Fatty who had just spoken, and said solemnly.

"There is some truth to what you said."

"The prince had leg problems, but now he broke his leg again. Even if he is cured, he will definitely suffer from leg problems."

"Actually, a prince with a tempting leg disease became the throne, not to mention the Tang Dynasty, he will certainly be laughed at by the nations."

The elegant man picked up a flour cake, put it on his mouth, and took a bite, staring at the teacup blankly, as if thinking.

After a moment of contemplation, he agreed.

"Yes, according to my guess, the position of the prince of the Great Tang may change."

Speaking of this, the elegant man gradually frowned, narrowed his eyes, and analyzed.

"Looking at it now, the prince who was born is only the prince, the king of Wei, and the king of Jin."

"The crown prince broke his leg and definitely missed the position of the prince. The king of Jin has been mediocre so far, and he has never been taken care of by the king of Tang. It seems that the position of the prince will fall on the head of the prince."

Hearing this, Fatty frowned, shook his head secretly, and retorted.

"In my opinion, it's not that simple."

As soon as this was said, everyone's eyes focused on this Fatty.

Fatty didn't care either, tapping on the long case, said.

"The fall of the East Palace is bound to give all the princes a signal that the position of the prince is not guaranteed."

"Wu Wang Li Ke has a pure blood, and the folk power should not be underestimated, and he will not give this opportunity to cupped hands to Li Tai."

"Although the prince has fallen, the veteran officials in the DPRK in his hand are so powerful that they will not give up easily."

"As for King Wei, he has been smart and smart since he was a child, and he has been loved by His Majesty, but compared to these two people, the power is much smaller."

After listening to this Fatty analysis, the three people beside Chang'an nodded slightly and agreed.

The thin man sighed lightly, looked at the other three people, and said.

"The battle between the prince and the prince will inevitably splatter the imperial city, no less than a fierce battle."

"It seems that the day of Datang will change sooner or later!"

The elegant young man sighed heavily, said.

"Hey, seeing the new year approaching, I'm afraid this year's imperial city will not be peaceful!"

After all, the elegant young man shook his head and said.

"It's nothing more. We are just a grassroots. It's better to talk less about such state affairs."

After all, he raised the teacup in his hand and said loudly.

"Everyone, come, have a drink together."

In an instant, the joy and ease that had just been restored in the attic again.

It's strange to say that this news, I don't know if there are rumors in a teahouse like Ming Youxuan.

In some smaller tea houses, some people mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.

There seems to be a pair of big hands, crossing the towering city wall, and spreading the news deliberately.

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