The fresh and tender branches brushed across the eaves of the restaurant, and the voices were loud on the second floor. The literati and elegant guests sat on the fence and whispered to look at the stretched houses outside, the lively streets, and there were also knights from the martial arts world who pushed cups and drank loudly and joked.

The stairs separated by the rising sun screen, footsteps stomped on the sound of footsteps. A man in green held his robe and walked around the screen quickly, waved to a table of friends who were invited.

".........Hey, have you heard of it?!"

The rest of the guests around him who were drinking and eating looked at the man, then looked back and ignored him. The man didn't care and walked to the empty seat next to his two friends and sat down.

One of them poured him wine: "What's the matter, it makes you so happy."

The other person nodded and thought for a while and asked.

"Could it be that my sister-in-law is happy again?"

"What's the joy? I'm watching the fun." The man who had just sat down picked up the wine and took a sip: "I just heard that Tuyuhun from the west was going to send an envoy to the capital to meet the saint, and he also asked to take the princess."

As soon as these words were said, guests around him who were eating and eating looked at each other. Some people were aroused of interest and bowed to this side in their seats.

"Brother, do you take this matter seriously?"

"Has it hurts! Is there still a falsehood?"

The man didn't want to lose face. He put down his wine glass and hung his hand in the air and gestured, "This matter cannot be said randomly. Since it is definitely a matter of consistency, it was revealed by my second cousin, a brother-in-law who works in Honglu Temple."

Seeing that everyone was listening to me, I pressed the table with satisfaction, leaned forward slightly and said softly:

"Not only Tuyuhun, but also Gaochang, Yiwu, and the Turkic envoys came together and brought a large group of people. I heard that the road from the west... You also know that the road from the northwest is small and narrow, and it is full of stuff. If so many people walk together, I am afraid that the land will be worn out."

"Oh, so, the capital city is finally full of liveliness to watch again. The days have been too dull in the past few years."

Someone excitedly clapped his palms, picked up the wine glass and drank it. There were also voices nearby choking him: "I've just been in a few years of solid life, and my skin was itchy? If the world is in chaos, do you still have the chance to say this here? I'm so full."

Everyone around nodded and agreed.

"If there was no Emperor Wen, the north and south would not be unified. There were no big battles and no small battles, who could bear it?"

"That is, after the first emperor left, Your Majesty is also wise now. My country and the people of the Great Sui Dynasty are peaceful and the people are safe, so the Gentiles will have to sleep and eat. It is even more reasonable to come here to pay holy and pay tribute."

Among the crowd, there were many literati and elegant guests who had some knowledge. They took the words and spoke very well, but some people did not agree.

"Although Your Majesty is wise and has ambitions in his heart, what about the future? Last year, I had to prepare to trim the Grand Canal and build it from here to the Suzhou and Hangzhou... How much people's strength will be?"

The man who had started talking before quickly waved his hand and asked everyone to stop talking.

"Don't talk about this matter, let's just talk about the gossip of Gentile Tribute. It's inappropriate to talk too much about political affairs."

"Brother, what you said is very much, don't say it anymore... By the way, who will Tuyuhun marry this time?"

The April breeze blows through the willows, and the floating willow branches point to the water surface. Amid the ripples, Yang Guang sat in the Wenzhao Palace and listened to the report of the ministers below.

"Your Majesty, Tuyuhun Busabak Khan has always been close to our court. His son Murongshun came to see him. What kind of etiquette should he do? Please decide."

On the golden stairs, the tip of the memorial wandered and stopped. Yang Guang raised his face. Now, two years have passed, and he has grown his beard and looks quite majestic.

After a moment, he reached out to take the paper pressed under the candlestick and looked through it, and said with a smile: "You still need to ask me about this? Think it through yourself."

"yes!"

The officials of the Honglu Temple were about to leave when the emperor's voice sounded behind him: "Wait."

"What else does your Majesty have?"

Yang Guang looked at the minister who turned around and bowed again, narrowed his eyes and turned the paper with his fingers. Then, he waved his hand to let the other party approach, stood in front of the golden stairs, and leaned forward slightly.

"What did the Duke of Yue say this time?"

The official hesitated for a moment, and his upper body lowered.

"Go back to Your Majesty, Duke Yue...he said he would let Your Majesty make the decision."

Yang Guang kept a smile on his face, waved his hand and said gently, "You go down." His eyes stared straight at the other party and walked out of the hall gate, and the smile on his face gradually became colder.

Looking at the memorial in front of him, he threw it to the ground and fell far away. He was so scared that the eunuch who was waiting close to him rolled and crawled to pick up the memorial, and called out carefully: "Your Majesty."

Then, he held his hands and put them back on the dragon's desk.

"Pick up what, throw it back to me!"

Yang Guang brushed his sleeves and threw the memorial under the golden stairs. On the flipped paper page, the word "Yang Su" was revealed. The eunuchs there did not dare to show their anger. They looked at the memorial on the ground and quickly lowered their faces.

After a while, the emperor behind the Dragon Case spoke.

"Come Yu Culture and I for me... By the way, can I send someone to Qixia Mountain back?"

The eunuch below naturally knew what the emperor asked. The national teacher returned to Qixia Mountain for two years and sent several groups of people to the middle. Fortunately, the national teacher had replied, but in the past year, the news has not been heard back. The personnel sent over said that the national teacher was in seclusion and did not see any foreign guests.

What the emperor asked about now was exactly what he had just sent away this year.

As a confidant, the eunuch smiled with his eyebrows down and persuaded him: "Your Majesty, that person has only been walking for half a month. We are not like the national teacher, Duke Yue can be as capable as a thousand miles a day."

While picking up the memorial on the ground, blowing the dust on it, and putting it on the dragon's case.

Ordinary people are indeed not as good as those of Taoist practitioners. Yang Guang looked at the bean-sized lights and was silent for a moment. He smiled on his face. He took the memorial and put it aside. He waved his robe and let the eunuch retreat. His anger came quickly and went quickly. He calmed down and took the tribute gift list of Tuyuhun envoys handed over to the Honglu Temple and looked at them one by one.

‘The number of people is really quite large...the gifts are really good, the Silk Road is really fat...The money and food for building the Grand Canal seems to have been settled.’

Um?

When he turned to the second page, the number of messengers and his name was in the name, Yang Guang frowned. The content above was not the strange names of the Western Regions, but the ones who followed the tribute envoys, and some inexplicable people.

‘......The great master of Gaochang State...Tuyuhun National Master...Tukui priest...What did these people come to Chang'an for?'

After writing the name and title, Yang Guang was a little confused. Could it be that he would be similar to those of me, the people in the Central Plains, who were able to fight?

If Mr. Lu is not in the city, it does not mean that I am no longer a Sui Dynasty. Yuwen Tuo, the Grand Tutor of the Eastern Palace, is the second disciple of the National Master. That's all. I heard that the eldest disciple is also here and wants to damage the face of the Sui Dynasty. How could the disciple of the Mr. Lu stand by and watch?

After making up his mind, Yang Guang recruited the eunuch before again.

"Send someone to the Taishi Mansion to inquire about the Grand Master's apprentice from the Taishi. If you see him, please come to the palace to talk to him."

"yes!"

The eunuch bowed and quietly retreated from the side hall. Yang Guang exhaled a breath of turbid air. Looking at the memorials on the table, he felt a little annoyed. Before he became an emperor, he could go wherever he wanted to go. He could go to Qixia Mountain, but now he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

"Let's just stop here today."

The emperor lowered his hand that wanted to hold the brush, got up and left the dragon chaise, and took the guards and palace maids to the outside of Wenzhao Hall. The sun was shining on his face from the top of the palace.

‘Sir…you said three or five days, but this trip will last for two years.’

Yang Guang looked at the sunshine and said softly.

At this time, the man he was thinking of was sitting cross-legged under the old pine tree. The black cloak hanging in the air turned into a trace of magic power, leading it into the scholar's body.
Chapter completed!