It has been less than a month since the Martial Arts Academy exam, and the weather has changed from warm to a somewhat irritating heat. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that His Majesty the Emperor moved out of the East Warm Pavilion early this year and moved into Changchun Garden, twenty miles away from Tai Chi Palace.

The Changchun Garden is covered with green trees, and the emperor will move here to live every summer. This is not a strange thing, but this year the emperor moved in one month earlier than in previous years, which is a bit intriguing. The ministers are inevitably talking about this matter in their spare time, but no one can think of what makes His Majesty the Emperor feel hot and hot, and he has to move to Changchun Garden to be purified.

The emperor really needs to be purified because he finds his mind getting less and less quiet.

He himself knew why, but this kind of thing might only be completely quiet on the day it happened. After eleven years of succession, the lofty emperor finally had to move the knife in his hand.

"Su Buwei"

Leaning against the wall of the earthen kang, the emperor pointed to the teacup on the table in front of him and said, "You have become lazy lately, so add tea to me."

Su Buwei didn't dare to remind him that it was because His Majesty the Emperor said he didn't need to add any more tea. He hurriedly came over and poured out the tea, changed to new tea and brewed it again.

"Your Majesty is tired?"

He asked carefully.

The emperor closed his eyes and rubbed his frown brows and said, "Go and call Cen, you can't compare to her massage technique. I don't know if she suffered some wind last night, or if she came too early to adapt to the coolness in Changchun Garden, her shoulders and her back hurt."

"I'll go now."

Su Buwei quickly turned around and wanted to leave, but the emperor shook his head slightly and said, "Just let the people below do such a thing in the future. You, a eunuch in the imperial study, do some errands all day long. If you spread it, you are not afraid of others saying that you are incompetent and will not be able to control the people below. Just ask the people below. I have something to ask you."

"Here"

Su Buwei went out and ordered the eunuch to invite Concubine Cen, and hurried back to the house and stood there.

The emperor rubbed his temples and asked, "Is there any news from the martial arts field outside the city sent me? I have told me to report it first if there is a result."

Su Buwei hurriedly said: "There is no news yet. The last competition for the three-level rankings in the Martial Arts Academy is limited to three days. It's only the first day today, so the result shouldn't be so soon."

The emperor looked at the sky outside the window and nodded, "It's almost dark, I guess I can't fight now. Those three guys are all wise men, and no one will rush to do it first. However, the method that President Zhou thought about this time is good, and I like it. The Sui Dynasty has never lacked generals who can fight well, but there are not many people who can really see through the overall situation at a glance. Some people say that Xu Xiaogong was promoted to become a general by me because of his qualifications and family background. Those who say this were just jealousy. Those who can't tell Xu Xiaogong's talent were all mediocre people."

"I think that among the Sixteen Generals of the Great Sui Dynasty, Luo Yao can see the most thoroughly and clearly, besides Xu Xiaogong, there are only one Luo Yao who can make sense. As for the others, there are some brave and resourceful people, but their vision is inevitable. They only look at one line and cannot see the whole face."

Su Buwei dared not talk to such a topic.

The emperor smiled and waved his hand and said, "I won't talk about this, I'm tired of reading the memorials today. You want to have a joke to let me hear it. If it's said it well, I'll have a reward."

"Here"

Su Buwei responded, pondered for a while and said, "It's difficult to make me think of a joke that makes Your Majesty happy for a while. There are not many things in my stomach. Let's talk about me when I was a child... I remember that I was only seven or eight years old that year, and it was midsummer. I was free to dig cicada monkeys under the tree to play with. I met an old man and told me that this cicada monkey had to be dormant underground for at least three years before it could transform into a cicada and flap its wings and sing. I didn't believe it at the time, but later I realized that it was the real thing. It's really not easy for this inconspicuous little thing to scream loudly underground for three years."

After he smiled and said, he raised his head to look at the emperor, but found that the emperor's face had become cold at some point, which scared him to kneel down quickly.

"I can't tell jokes, your Majesty forgive me."

"You can't say this, who taught you."

The emperor asked coldly.

Su Buwei's body trembled slightly, and hesitated for a while and replied truthfully: "It was Mr. Huai Qiugong, the Minister of Rites, who taught me. The old master said that Your Majesty was frustrated and impatient, and he was not anxious after hearing this. I didn't understand these things. I just felt that the old master was kind, and I didn't dare to say a word more or less."

After a moment of silence, the emperor breathed a long sigh and said, "Get up, I don't blame you... That old guy dared not come over to tell me, but let you take the blame... I am not a cicada monkey. I have been holding it for more than three years for the sake of resounding for more than 10 years. If the time hadn't come, I could hold it in for another 11 years... You turn around and tell Huai Qiugong that I want to cure his great disrespect and let him crawl over to explain it by himself."

Seeing that the emperor's tone was eased, Su Buwei's heart became more and more at ease. However, his admiration for Huai Qiugong became stronger and stronger. The old man once said that Your Majesty is a wise ruler and understands it at a glance, and he will never blame the people below for this matter.

"You go and prepare. After the morning court tomorrow, I will go to the martial arts venue in person. No need to make a statement, let Luo Weiran and Hou Wenji accompany you. Yu Xiao, the son of Yu Manlou, the son of Luo Yao, the son of Luo Yao, the son of Li Fubo, the nephew of Li Yuanshan, the general of the right guard, are all rare talents, just in time for this joint... I want to see if the three of them are really useful."

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On the second day of the third-level competition in the Martial Arts Academy, there were only four or five people left on the watch. The Ministry of War who came to watch the first day, the adults from the Ministry of Personnel were going to court and there were trivial matters in the department office, so they did not come to the martial arts venue again. After all, the imperial capital Chang'an was too big, and it took half a day to come back from Changchun Garden to arrive at the martial arts venue.

All the adults are busy with their affairs, but they don’t have time to spend three days here.

The first day came, I had to come.

Prince Yi didn't go back to Chang'an City last night, but lived in the martial arts venue. Although the courtyard in the martial arts venue was not as spacious and comfortable as his prince's mansion, there were four beautiful beauties around him, so sleeping in another place could help you find some different stimulation. Moreover, living in this wooden cottage courtyard has a sense of the artistic conception of human fireworks than the grand and grand palace.

After breakfast, Prince Yi Yang Yin took his entourage to the observation stand. After sitting for a short while, he couldn't help feeling a little sore in his waist and back.

He stood up and stretched his body, looked at Dean Zhou who closed his eyes and rested, complaining: "You are the same. You can decide the outcome in one day, and it will take three days. Although Gu is idle, do you know how many fun things have been delayed by Gu for three days? The girls by the Xinshui River... Uh, no, Huichuang even asked Gu to go fishing in Xinshui."

Dean Zhou picked up the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

However, Xu Xiaogong, the General of the Right Guard, couldn't help laughing, and felt embarrassed and quickly lowered his head.

Yang Yin gave him a blank look and simply fisted himself on the watch platform to stretch his muscles and bones. Although the fatigue of sitting for a long time is not as tiring as working, this fatigue is really a torment for this prince who can't stay idle. If the emperor hadn't asked him to come here to watch the battle, he would have been too lazy to come, and would have plunged into a gentle place and dreamed of being drunk.

President Zhou squinted his eyes and looked at Prince Yi Yang Yin’s boxing, and couldn’t help but praise him: “The prince’s boxing technique is very well organized, but there seems to be too many of them. The long arm bushing of the Bai family in Lingnan, the three iron hammers of the Liu family in Hexi, the half-step punch of the Wu family in Qinling, and a few hands. I can’t tell the source, it looks mixed, but the prince’s use is very well-rounded."

Yang Yin stopped his momentum and gasped, saying, "There are a few martial artists who have good fist skills in the mansion, and they can be used to protect the house. When I have nothing to do, I will learn a few tricks with them. It is difficult to get started, and it is still effective to strengthen my body."

Zhou Banchuan nodded, and for some reason, there was a trace of strangeness flashing in his eyes.

Yang Yin's face changed slightly when he lowered his head and stopped, but he quickly returned to calm.

Xu Xiaogong's face was plain, but his heart was shocked.

Zhou Banchuan rubbed his nose, stood up and apologized and said it was convenient to go. Xu Xiaogong stood up and said I would accompany you, and asked Yang Yin if he was going with him. Yang Yin waved his hand and said, "Why are you two from military and martial arts not as good as you, you can't hold back your urine after a pot of tea. Should you introduce a famous doctor to condition it. After he said this, the three of them couldn't help laughing.

Zhou Banchuan and Xu Xiaogong left the viewing platform. After the two of them left, Yang Yin immediately turned around and whispered a few words to a beautiful maid beside him. The maid nodded and left quickly.

In the toilet, Xu Xiaogong sighed and whispered: "It's not a mistake to have a vast relationship, but if you make friends with too many martial arts people... you're afraid that someone will be grabbed by a braid."

Zhou Banchuan untied his pants, sprinkled a long, long, slutty piss, moaned comfortably, and said, "I'm just really idle and fun. The vicious guy Hou Wenji should worry about this. What are you worried about? Is breakfast salty or light? "

Xu Xiaogong chuckled and was scolded, but he was not at all unhappy.

"Ten years ago, Prince Yi was not as good as he is now."

He raised his pants and said, "At that time, his sharpness was revealed, as fast as a sword."

"The blade is too fast, either hurting others or hurting yourself."

Zhou Banchuan sorted out his clothes and walked out: "Make a bet?"

"What?"

"There aren't many people?"

"There will definitely be fewer, four beauties, only three are left when they go back."

Zhou Banchuan glared at Xu Xiaogong and said, "It's boring, can you suffocate to death when you pretend to be stupid?"

Xu Xiaogong said seriously: "I dare not pretend to be stupid... I will lose money when I pretend to be stupid."

At this moment, a soldier hurriedly ran over from the viewing platform, and while running, he said anxiously: "Master in the courtyard, General... Your Majesty has arrived!"

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On the official road leading directly to the southern city of Chang'an more than ten miles away from the martial arts fair, that is, in the guest delivery pavilion thirty miles outside the southern city of Chang'an, Wu Yidao, the richest man of the Sui Dynasty, seemed to be sitting leisurely in the pavilion and tasting tea, but in fact there was a hint of unconcealed eagerness in his eyes.

"Miss, when will it arrive?"

He asked a middle-aged man next to him who was very fat and shorter than Xiang Qingniu. If he walked on the street and looked far away, he looked like a ball of meat rolling. Because he was too fat, it would not be easy to find his eyes on his face.

In such weather, such a fat man will naturally feel uncomfortable.

Although he was obviously overly fat and too short, this guy even wore a very novel style Yuebai Rusheng long gown. I'm really sorry for the tailor when I wore this expensive clothes. Yuebai's clothes had long been soaked in sweat, and their backs turned into eggy yellow.

"Master, I got the exact letter early this morning. The lady is less than 60 miles away from Chang'an City. According to the truth...by the truth, it should be coming soon."

"I spent a lot of money to stuff her into Qingle Mountain and was so angry that she ran back with a stomp. How long does it take for such a large sum of money to earn? It has been sent out. Could it be that I can still find the bull's nose to get the money back? This transaction is too much."

Wu Yidao said with annoyance.

The fat butler, whose name is wine, sex and money, whispered and corrected: "It's gold."

Wine, sex, money, no energy.

It seems that he is indeed a kind and polite fat man who will not make him angry without anything.

"Here's here!"

The fat man pointed to the official road and said in surprise: "Miss is back."

Wu Yidao quickly got up, quickly walked over and said fiercely, "It's not worry-free at all, let's see how I teach her a lesson!"

"Master is mighty!"

The fat housekeeper did not forget to flatter him.

But when he saw the fine sweat beads on the forehead and nose of the only daughter Wu Yinyu, the richest man of Sui immediately took out his handkerchief and handed it over: "It's hot, the sour plum soup is chilled in the pavilion. Do you want to drink a sip of moistening your throat?"

Wu Yinyu wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at Tingzi and snorted coldly: "Do you let me go over and get it myself?"

"I'll come, of course I'll come."

Wu Yidao quickly turned around and trotted to get the sour plum soup.

"The young lady is powerful!"
Chapter completed!