When Dong Zhuo, who was thirty-five, rode a horse into Chang'an City, he always felt that he had been here before.

The surrounding buildings seem familiar.

This feeling is amazing.

The only thing that was unhappy was Li Ru around him, who kept reminding him that he would not accept his adopted son this time, nor should he sleep in the dragon bed, nor should he be a grand master.

Finally, I agreed to everything and advised myself that this time I entered Chang'an City is no better than in my previous life.

The Northern Sui Dynasty in this life was not the Han Dynasty. There was no chaos in the world, and the people in the court did not look that stupid.

Our strength cannot dominate the government. Balabala, after coming out of Liangzhou, has never been idle.

Dong Zhuo was very impatient and accepted an adopted son? Why did he still have to accept an adopted son if he had a son?

Sleeping in Dragon Bed is even more nonsense. Dong Zhuo is a great man - no, it should be the Northern Sui Dynasty now.

He was the first loyal minister in the Northern Sui Dynasty. How could he do such a thing that was full of conscience and angered by both man and gods?

No matter how true the history Li Ru said was, it must be a part of scaring himself.

Seeing that Dong Zhuo was a little impatient, Li Ru, who was in his forties, looked cold: "Zhongying, do you still want to taste the sourness of the sky lantern?"

One sentence made Dong Zhuo speechless.

Thinking that after coming here, Li Ru has been doing her best to do her best to be able to do today, thanks to his advice.

Apart from talking every day, there is nothing wrong with it.

Of course, if this tedious problem can be corrected, Old Dong would like to respect Li Ru as a perfect person.

"Everything that is listened to by the sir."

After Dong Zhuo finished speaking, he saw an old man standing in the distance, dressed in a simple manner.

If there weren't soldiers from the Yulin Guard around him, it would be no different from ordinary old men.

"If you guessed correctly, that person will be Yan Song, the chief minister of the cabinet."

When Li Ru saw the old man, he whispered beside Dong Zhuo: "This man looks kind, but he is a very cunning person. He came to report carefully that the Xuanwu Gate change was the plan he gave to the second prince Yang Fang."

"Caremonial Chief? Why don't we know when the yamen came out?"

Dong Zhuo was a little unhappy, and he started to be unhappy since he arrived in Chang'an.

Because the second prince Yang Fang did not come to greet him in person.

After entering the city, I didn’t see any welcome ceremony. Wouldn’t I look down on him?

You didn't come by yourself, but sent an old man and a few Yu Linwei, which really didn't take our old Dong seriously.

"It is the previous government government that changed it just yesterday. When you meet me later, you will be called the Prime Minister."

Li Ru patiently advised him, and Dong Zhuo muttered in a low voice: "What kind of cabinet, the master, none of these civil servants are good things."

"The affairs of the world, whether it is the Han Dynasty or the Northern Sui Dynasty, everything was originally fine, but they were all messed up by these civil servants."

He was so happy that he only cared about his own complaints, and he didn't see Li Ru's face so dark.

"Wenyou, we are not talking about you. There are also good people in this civil servant, and Wenyou is the best one."

Dong Zhuo realized something was wrong with Li Ru, so he quickly explained with a smile.

Li Ru knew his temperament and didn't take it seriously. He just reminded him: "Don't smile, Yan Song is here."

Yan Song walked for a long time after a distance of more than eighty steps before he walked up to him.

"Thank you for your hard work, General Dong."

Yan Song walked closer, and his old face had a smile on his pleat, as if he was very welcoming Dong Zhuo.

"The Master of the Pavilion personally welcomed him, Dong Zhuo was frightened!"

After receiving Yan Song's tribute with peace of mind, Dong Zhuo showed a panic expression, got off from his horse and quickly closed his salute.

Li Ru next to him also greeted him.

Yan Song looked at Li Ru, and Li Ru also looked at Yan Song.

After watching for a while, Yan Song had just given a tribute to Li Ru when he was about to look at Mao: "I guess this is Mr. Wen You, who is famous in Liangzhou."

"How dare you treat the teacher as a teacher in front of you? The student is ashamed."

Yan Song looked at him with a smile: "I heard that there are orders of Taoism and specialized in art. Mr. Wen You helped General Dong to unify Liangzhou for two months, collect Yanmen, Wuyuan, Yunzhong, Jiuguan, Weiliang, and Chang'an City. It is said that Mr. has the talent of the five states."

Although the process of the old man in front of him was very shameful, no matter what, he is now the leader of the civil servants in name.

Even Li Ru, who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people, looks up to him so highly, even Li Ru, who is a little indifferent, is very happy.

Who doesn't like to hear praise?

"Ge Lao is so serious..."

He praised Dong Zhuo again and eliminated his dissatisfaction. Yan Song led them to the palace to meet the second prince.

The Tai Chi Palace is built at the highest point of Chang'an, with ninety-nine steps, demonstrating the majesty of the royal family.

Yan Song left very seriously, and he thought about it while walking.

God treats him well and can walk on such a road for both lifetimes.

The 99th step is, for the royal family, it is majesty, but for him it is a job.

If you take every wrong step, you will no longer be qualified to continue to move.

Dong Zhuo stood under the steps and looked up, feeling very shocked.

He has never seen such a majestic building in his two lives.

The eaves break through the sky, the yellow bricks and ink tiles are full of oppression.

In a trance, Dong Zhuo had only one thought in his mind.

This is where we want to live!

I won’t leave anymore. Since I’m here, I won’t leave anymore!

Fighting spirit surged in my heart, and the steps under my feet were moving more steadily.

"Gei Master, the student is helping you..."

Compared with Dong Zhuo who was excited, Li Ru did not have much thought and took a step forward and wanted to support Yan Song.

"Oh, Wenyou, you still have to walk your own way. If your Highness sees you, you will think Yan Song is too old to walk."

Yan Song politely declined Li Ru's help, and a kind smile appeared on his old face: "I want to serve Your Highness for a few more years."

"Gei Master, I am getting stronger. Your Highness will ascend the throne in the future, but it will not work if you leave the Gaei Master."

After more than three months of experience in the Northern Sui Dynasty, Li Ru quickly became accompanies the local customs and learned a lot of idioms.

Yan Song touched his arm: "Wenyou is forced to work hard when he enters the court this time."

Seeing that Yan Song's tone was very sincere, Li Ru's last bit of worry disappeared.

This time hesitated for a long time when he was transferred to Chang'an.

But after much thought, I decided to come with Dong Zhuo.

Now, this time I was betting right.

The imperial court needed the Xiliang army to stabilize the situation.

Yan Song didn't let him support him, and he didn't force him. He took care of his clothes, followed the old man with his head held high, and walked towards the Tai Chi Palace step by step.

In this life, Li Ru will never starve to death in the barren mountains and forests as he did in his previous life.

The three of them walked on the stairs to the square in front of the palace. The mighty imperial guards stood in a row, which surprised Dong Zhuo.

"General Dong, Mr. Wenyou, please wait here. I will go to see Your Highness."

Yan Song bowed and left apologized.

When he walked into the hall, Li Ru suddenly realized something was wrong. Yan Song, the head of all officials, was too polite!
Chapter completed!