The prince is very fierce

Thin and dense spring rain sprinkled on the pavilions and pavilions of the Imperial College. In the simple and elegant courtyard behind, peach blossoms bloomed overnight. The originally bare peach blossom forest was in full bloom, just like a rouge cloud falling over the misty and rainy Imperial College.

In the teahouse next to the peach blossom forest, the teapot on the small stove made a soft "puff" sound. Song Yu, who was wearing a scholar's robe and holding a folding fan, stood under the eaves and looked at the peach blossom forest in front of him without regaining consciousness for a long time.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a woman of cardamom age walking among thousands of peach blossoms. She looked carefully, but only the peach blossom forest was left in front of her eyes...

Tread——

Amidst the rustling rain, the sound of soft footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Liu Yunlin, carrying two baskets of rice paper, came to the peach grove wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. He placed the bamboo basket next to the bookcase, leaned over and bowed, and then walked into the teahouse.

Song Yu came back to her senses, put away the folding fan, walked to the futon in the tea house and sat down, sighing softly, with a sad look on her brows.

Liu Yunlin sat down opposite Xiao An with a humble posture. He thought about it for a while and said softly:

"Your Majesty, I didn't want to stop it because of my humble position. At that time, Taiwei Liu and others begged the Holy One repeatedly and repeatedly to order Prince Xu not to play. But the Holy One didn't know what he had in mind, so he didn't stop him..."

Song Yu slowly brewed tea and said in a calm voice: "Brother Huang values ​​literature over martial arts, and the words of Liu Pingyang, Han Zhongyu and others are not important at all. Furthermore, Brother Huang had lost his face at that time, and he needed someone to get his face back, except Xu Bu Ling, no one else can do it... and there is no cure for Locking Dragon Gu. Xu Buling will die sooner or later, in full view of the Taiji Palace. The emperor brother can also explain to King Su that Xu Buling is serving the country. And die, lest he die for no reason and make King Su dissatisfied..."

Liu Yunlin nodded and recalled the scene outside the Tai Chi Palace: "Based on what I saw that day, no matter how hard Prince Xu risked his life, Eunuch Jia might not be able to stop him. The prince's eyesight is indeed vicious..."

"Xu Buling is the proud son of heaven. King Su threw him to the frontier army to be tempered. He had the intention of establishing prestige. He would eat and live with the soldiers, make great achievements in battle, and wait until he was crowned king. Dedicated to controlling the Liangzhou cavalry...I thought he had a violent personality, but I didn't expect him to be so hot-tempered. He dared to risk his life just for a breath. It's really...sigh..."

Song Yu put the tea cup on the small table, feeling a little disappointed.

Liu Yunlin frowned and thought for a moment: "I didn't expect Xu Buling to be so reckless even in my humble position. It stands to reason that he would even dare to break into the palace and the archives. He shouldn't be so foolish and loyal..."

Song Yu shook his head gently: "This is not stupid loyalty. As a general, you should not give in. The Xu family has been at odds with Beiqi for many years. If General Xu and Xu You were present, the result would be the same..."

Liu Yunlin was silent for a moment, and his face showed a bit of sadness: "Perhaps the prince was infected by the Dragon Lock Gu, and he only had one chance to risk his life. This time he was beaten into a cripple. Although the imperial doctor said that he would be fine for the time being, he would not be able to survive." Death, but it is obviously impossible to use force again. The prince's plan...isn't it equivalent to losing the sword..."

Song Yu took a breath and turned her head to look at the peach blossoms in the garden. After being silent for a long time, she whispered:

"Xu Buling is a person favored by heaven. There is no way he will become a useless person. Let's take some time off and see how his injuries recover..."

"If Xu Buling is really useless..."

"...Those who achieve great things do not care about temporary gains and losses..."

"promise……"

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In the Imperial City, in the Zhengzheng Palace, thousands of paper flowers have long since withered, and thousands of peach blossoms are blooming on the branches.

Because of Jia Yi's death, the Lizheng Palace was cleaned by palace staff. Every corner was still clean and tidy, but not as tidy as before.

The flowering period of peach blossoms is only half a month, and the most beautiful time is late February.

In the early morning, as the morning court had just ended, Song Ji walked slowly to Queen Cui's former residence wearing a dragon robe, sat down on a lounge chair in the pavilion, looked at the sea of ​​flowers in the courtyard, and picked up the jade flute at hand.

Woohoo——

The sound of the flute is clear and desolate, as if weeping as if complaining, as if empty and unreal, which is the "Feng Qiu Huang" that has been passed down since ancient times.

No one is perfect. Song Ji focused all his attention on government affairs. He was not talented enough in fine arts such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. This piece can only be said that practice makes perfect. It is very craftsmanship. It has its form but not its meaning. But I played it very seriously.

Eunuch Jia stood outside the stone pavilion holding an oil-paper umbrella. Looking at the empty couch, he shook his head sadly and waited patiently for the song to end before speaking:

"Your Majesty, the past is past and should not be kept in mind."

Song Ji's face remained calm, and he just glanced at the small couch where his lover once sat:

"Xiaowan was very disgusted with me back then, always saying that I couldn't compose poetry or play music, just like the old masters in school... After so many years, I finally learned the music. If Xiaowan was still here, I should be able to Give me a compliment..."

Eunuch Jia walked into the pavilion and stood behind Song Ji. He thought for a while, with a sigh on his wrinkled face:

"If the Queen were still here, I would definitely do it."

"Oh……"

Song Ji put down his jade flute, swept aside his little sentimentality, and leaned on the recliner to think for a while:

"How is Xu Buling's injury?"

Eunuch Jia shook his head and sighed, "The dragon-locking poison has been suppressed for a year, and the cold poison has accumulated too much in the body. In order to save face a few days ago, he didn't care about his strength in front of the Taiji Hall. Although he took medicine to suppress it beforehand, it still affected the root, and the poison is about to enter the heart and lungs... His life will be fine for a while, but he is just hanging on. Not to mention fighting, he can stand up and walk a few steps. It's all because of his different physique from ordinary people. If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to move a finger."

Song Ji tapped the armrest of the recliner with his fingers and sighed softly: "Xu Buling, this kid, is quite fierce like General Xu in the past. If he were in the sixties, he would be a rare general in a century... What a pity..."

Eunuch Jia hesitated After a pause, he stepped forward and whispered: "With the current health of Prince Xu, I am afraid he can no longer go to the Imperial College to study. Prince Su just sent a message to ask about his injury and also wanted to take Prince Xu back to Suzhou to recuperate..."

Song Ji looked at the peach blossoms and drizzle in the garden and was silent for a while:

"Suzhou is nearly a thousand miles away from Chang'an. The fatigue of the boat and car is harmful to the body. The assassin has not been found yet, and I am worried... Let Xu Buling recuperate in the capital. Good people have their own heaven. Maybe he will get better. It will be safer to go back then..."

Eunuch Jia nodded and bowed slightly: "Yes, I will write a letter to Prince Su..."

The spring rain is continuous, and the peach blossoms are still there.

The clear and quiet flute sound sounded again, and the branches swayed gently with the falling raindrops.

The garden is full of spring, but at this moment, only the loneliness of the emperor is left...