The prince is very fierce

Chapter 20 Oh wow~

It was dawn.

In the bluestone alley, Xu Buling walked in the light snow. He took off his fox fur and wore only a white robe. In the cold wind in the early morning of winter, he could feel the piercing cold all over his body. The dragon-locking poison in his body caused his body to be weak and cold. At this time, affected by the environment, the dull pain in his chest and abdomen was really uncomfortable.

Xu Buling picked up the wine gourd and shook it. There was not much left. Just now, he put it all into Ning Qingye's mouth. Not a drop was left. There was a faint lip mark on the wine gourd.

"You are really welcome..."

Xu Buling hung the gourd back on his waist and walked to the Sun family shop deep in the alley. He never thought that he would only see the wine banner swaying in the cold wind, but the door of the shop was closed.

Xu Buling was a little surprised. Craftsmen in the market, no matter how big or small, are very particular about which time to open the door and which time to make samples. Basically, they will never change throughout their lives. This is a respect for customers.

As for the famous old shop like Sun's Shop, it goes without saying that Shopkeeper Sun may have never woken up late or left half an hour early in his life.

If the opening time is irregular, he will be like this now. He ran over when he needed wine urgently, but was turned away. He had no contact information except standing outside waiting.

Xu Buling put his hands in his sleeves and stood under the wine banner waiting quietly. It stands to reason that an old man like Shopkeeper Sun would not delay too long.

Unfortunately, Xu Buling waited until the sky was bright, his face was already blue, and several waves of drinkers came and went in the alley, but Shopkeeper Sun still did not come.

Xu Buling frowned slightly, and could only say secretly: Maybe something happened at home.

After that, Xu Buling walked out of the alley, got a pot of ordinary wine in the wine shop, greeted the imperial guards patrolling the street, and returned to the Prince of Yan's Mansion...

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On the other side, the sky was just getting light.

In a study room in Wenqu Garden, Song Yufu, with dark circles under her eyes, sorted a pile of rice paper.

Song Yufu helped her father with morning reading every day. Although she knew that the princes and nobles would not ask questions, she still had to think carefully about the content of the recitation every day in advance, so as not to be unable to answer questions when someone asked.

Song Yufu would have gotten up early in normal times, but last night's Longyin Poetry Meeting made her feel restless for a long time. When she learned that Xu Shizi was kidnapped by thieves, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. It was dawn when she finally felt tired.

Although she was worried about Xu Shizi's safety, she still had to do things. In addition to preparing for the lecture today, she also had to sort out the more famous poems from last night's poetry meeting and send them to the palace for the emperor to appreciate.

Today's emperor values literati. In order to show his importance to students, he would also read poems written by young talents in Chang'an in his spare time. Occasionally, a few words of praise would be passed from the palace, and the literati who wrote poems would naturally become famous. Speaking of which, the talented people in Chang'an City still attach great importance to this matter.

Originally, these things were done by several old teachers in the Imperial College, but her father didn't like these things that pursue fame and fortune, so he naturally handed them over to her. Speaking of which, she was quite pitiful as a daughter.

The poems sent to the emperor naturally cannot be picked at random. If there are "hidden poems" or "innuendos", it is a serious matter of death.

Song Yufu compared them carefully with the oil lamp, but some poems were really unbearable to look at, such as Xiao Ting's "My Prime Minister Daddy", which was written in a mess and could not be said to be bad.

Song Yufu was upset after reading it for a while, and could only pick up a poem from the side of the table to look at it to cleanse her eyes.

On the unsigned poem, it was written "Ten years of life and death, I can't forget it without thinking about it..." and so on. It is said that the current emperor is also a lovelorn man. After the queen died of illness, he has never appointed another queen. If he saw this poem, he would be deeply moved.

Unfortunately, Xu Shizi had warned Song Yufu in advance, so Song Yufu certainly didn't dare to submit these poems. If the emperor asked who wrote them, it would cause big trouble.

Song Yufu picked them up and read them for a while. No matter how she looked at them, she felt that these poems could not be written by someone else. There was no one with such good literary talent in the Dayue Dynasty, and she had been in contact with Xu Shizi for so long, she felt that Xu Shizi had hidden a lot of things, and it was not impossible for him to write these poems.

But Xu Shizi insisted that he copied them, and Song Yufu had no choice but to appreciate them alone.

From the dim lights, she sat until the sky was slightly bright.

Song Yufu didn't sleep all night, and gradually began to nod like a chicken pecking at rice. I don't know how long it took, but there was a bell outside.

Dongdong——

Song Yufu woke up suddenly, and her face turned pale in fear.

The morning bell should be the beginning of the morning reading. Most of the students have arrived at the Imperial College. She was dazed and obviously late.

The teacher is a role model, and being late is no small matter. If her father finds out, he will scold her.

"Oh no, oh no..."

Song Yufu stood up in a hurry and ran towards the schoolhouse of Wenqu Garden. At this time, she could only hope that her father didn't find out. Those princes and nobles never care about morning reading, and they don't think they will say much...

Soon, the sound of reading aloud came from the study not far away.

After a long time, the study room, which was originally for the teacher to rest, heard footsteps again.

Song Baiqing walked quickly through the corridor and entered the study room with his hands behind his back. A little eunuch followed behind him, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and kept urging him in a hoarse voice:

"Master Song, the morning court should be over in an hour or so. It stands to reason that the things sent to the palace should be taken to the gate of the Imperial College half a quarter of an hour ago. I waited left and right, but he didn't come. If the emperor comes later and wants to take a look, I must be beaten..."

Song Baiqing frowned: "I know... This girl is getting more and more unruly as she grows older..." As he spoke, he walked into the study and looked around. There was no one in the room and the desk was in a mess.

Song Baiqing walked up to the two piles of manuscripts and took a look at them. He then gathered the better-quality manuscripts together and handed them to the eunuch.

The young eunuch was a person close to the current emperor. After taking the manuscript, he thought for a while and asked:

"Your Majesty usually doesn't leave the palace, so he just reads these things to relieve his boredom. I was waiting outside just now, and I heard from the students that a good poem was produced at the Longyin Poetry Meeting yesterday, and it was written by Prince Su. Is this true?"

Song Baiqing frowned slightly: "It has not been determined yet, and the students are just guessing. Last night, there was an assassin in Longyin Pavilion, and Prince Xu was abducted and his whereabouts are unknown. The Investigation Department is suppressing the news and searching for it. Don't alarm Your Majesty first."

The young eunuch thought about it, so he didn't ask any more questions. He held a stack of manuscripts and walked out of the Imperial College quickly...

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