Li Yu walked out of the room, and Huang Zhao was already waiting outside.

Seeing him come out, he bowed and said, "Your Highness, General Hu is asking for a meeting!"

Why are you here again? I came to the door early this morning, disturbing the quietness and politeness?

Li Yu asked, "When did she come?"

"Middle hour has passed."

It was six o'clock, it was early enough.

"Let her wait first!"

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Li Yu went to wash first, changed into clothes, and then came to the lobby to meet Hu Yueying.

Hu Yueying brought a message that last night, Zhang Zhong went to the Feiwei Mansion prison.

After he left, Zhong Jian, who was detained, hanged himself.

The detained chief, two lieutenants, and dozens of jailers all committed suicide by taking poison.

More than fifty people, none of them survived.

In addition, Zhang Zhong also sent a letter from the emperor to the Feiwei Mansion, and the position of the Left General of Feiwei was taken over by Gao An, the Minister of the Huangmen.

Li Yu's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

To put it bluntly, he, the general of the flying guard, is just a decoration.

The emperor directly takes charge of the power of life and death of the Feiwei Office personnel, and the emperor directly takes charge of the officials appointed by the Feiwei Office.

Everything in Feiwei Mansion seems to have nothing to do with him.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the position of General Feiwei has been vacant for most of the time.

After Hu Yueying left, Li Yu had no intention of having breakfast and asked Huang Zhao to prepare the car.

"Where is Your Highness going?"

"Taiqingguan."

"Your Highness is going to worship God?"

"Go to become a disciple."

Clam?

Huang Zhao looked confused and said, "Why are you going to worship?"

Taiqing Temple is located in the western suburbs outside the capital.

Twenty miles west of the capital is Mount Yuhua.

Taiqing Temple is located on the top of Yuhua Mountain.

In fact, Yuhua Mountain is not very tall, but the clouds here are particularly low. On weekdays, a large number of clouds gather on the hillside of Yuhua Mountain. From a distance, the fairy spirit is floating.

The incense of Taiqing Temple is very popular. During festivals, the mountains are crowded and crowded. On ordinary days, there are also endless pilgrims here, including many high-ranking officials and nobles.

When Li Yu took a carriage and arrived at the foot of Yuhua Mountain, there were no less than ten carriages parked here.

The small vendors on the roadside, one by one, among which the most sell incense, amulets, and various Taoist jewelry are sold.

Huang Zhaoyou came with Li Yu.

He raised his feet, looked forward, and said, "Your Highness, there are so many people in Mount Yuhua today!"

"We haven't had breakfast yet?"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"First cushion your stomach and then climb the mountain."

Huang Zhao nodded with joy.

Li Yu took Huang Zhao and followed twelve guards to a food stall on the side of the road.

The food here includes tea soup, glutinous rice cakes and Aiwowo.

Tea soup is not tea, and it has nothing to do with tea. It is a bit similar to modern oil tea noodles, but it is more delicate than oil tea noodles.

Li Yu bought fourteen bowls of tea soup in one go, as well as a large pot of glutinous rice cakes and Aiwowo.

Because there are no chairs or tables here, he doesn't care about the image of the prince. Like ordinary people, he stands on the side of the road, drinking and eating.

"Yeah! I said who is standing here? Isn't this our Seventeenth Prince Li Duoyu?"

I saw a group of gorgeously dressed boys and girls walking down from Yuhua Mountain.

The speaker is one of them.

This person is about the same age as Li Yu. He is not tall, short, thick and fat, has a slim belly, has a big mouth, and smiles unpleasantly.

Li Yu looked at it and recognized it at a glance.

This young man was the son of Liang Ping, one of the founding heroes, the Duke of Xunguo, and his name was Liang Pi.

Li Yu was happy, raised his head and said loudly, "Oh! Liangpier! Your father won't hit you for three days, and he will go to the room to remove you again!"

Liang Pi hates the homonym of others calling him the most in his life, Liangpi.

He glared at Li Yu with his little eyes, glared at Li Yu, and asked angrily: "Li Yu, who are you calling Liangpi? Try to scold me again!"

Li Yu and Liang Pi have a relationship from childhood to adulthood.

The two are of similar age, one is a prince and the other is a grandson of the country. They are both second generation ancestors and playboys, and they have been competing with each other since they were young.

It is common to compare who spends more money and who saves more treasures.

When I was a child, I compared who urinated farther and when I grew up, I compared who looked for more girls.

Since Li Yu built Douyan Pavilion at home, Liang Pi has never compared him with girls again.

When it comes to comparison, Li Yu has never lost.

But when it comes to fighting, Li Yu has never won.

Liang Pi, the little fat man, did not inherit his father's excellent genes, but he inherited the martial arts practice.

When fighting with Li Yu, Liang Pi can win easily with two legs and one arm.

Li Yu smiled and said, "Oh, you will be angry, Liangpi! I am talking about you, Liangpi!"

"Li Yu, do you want to find a fight, right?"

"You try?"

"Okay! Look at how I deal with you today!"

Liang Pi rolled up his sleeves and strode straight for Li Yu.

Li Yu stood there with his hands behind his back, feeling as if he was as motionless as a mountain. Everyone's demeanor did not take Liang Pi seriously.

Seeing this, Liang Pi became even more angry and jumped out, "get out" towards Li Yu.

In Li Yu's eyes, Liang Pi was running, indeed rolling rapidly on the ground like a meat ball turned into a sperm.

When Liang Pi "get out" in front of him, Li Yu said calmly: "Zhang San, Li Si, get him for me!"

Li Yu gave his twelve guards numbers according to their surnames and ages.

The boss Zhu Da, then Peng Er, Zhang San, Li Si, Ma Wu, Feng Liu, Long Qi, Zhao Ba, Chu Ninth, Lian Ten, Jin Eleven, and Wan Twelve.

With Li Yu's order, two figures suddenly popped out from behind him. At the same time, two fists attacked Liang Pi's face together.

Liang Pi was startled and quickly raised his arms and blocked his head.

Bang! Bang!

He hit his arm with both fists, and under the force of impact, Liang Pi's feet were pressed against the ground and slipped backwards two meters away.

Liang Pi shook his sour and numb arms and shouted at Li Yu: "Li Yu, you are cheating! Find a helper!"

"Hehehe--"

Li Yu smiled so hard that he felt like he was beaten up, and said with his head tilted, "If you have the ability, you can look for it too! Liang! Pie!"

"Grass!"

Liang Pi turned around and shouted: "Zhang Hao, Zhao Jie! Get out!"

Zhang Hao and Zhao Jie are Liang Pi's entourage and his guard.

When the two of them walked closer, Liang Pi raised his hand angrily and pointed at the opposite side, saying, "Today, if you don't beat them down, you two will not have dinner for three days!"

Zhang Hao and Zhao Jie looked upright and looked at Zhang San and Li Si opposite him.

"Go up! Do I ask you two to come and sell me a fool?"

Zhang Hao and Zhao Jie were helpless and walked towards Zhang San and Li Si.

Although this place is not a capital city, it is also a place where people come and go.

If you really fight, it would be too ugly.

Zhang San lifted the hem of his clothes to the side, revealing the bright silver token hanging on his waist.

Zhang Hao and Zhao Jie looked closely and couldn't help but feel shocked.

I saw three big words engraved on the token: Feiwei Mansion.

These two are flying guards!
Chapter completed!