In the palace, Wang Shou stood quietly outside the palace, and the servants on both sides lowered their eyebrows. No one dared to look at the emperor's watchdog.

A chamberlain came out. He was very thin, and his eyes were reddish. He raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Shou, and said calmly: "Come in."

Wang Shou followed him silently.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, Wang Shou said softly: "Does Han Shitou from the Ministry of Internal Affairs also wear old shoes?"

The chamberlain in front is Han Shitou, the boss of the chamberlain department. He has a high status and is wearing a pair of old shoes, which is quite inconsistent with his status.

Han Shitou went in indifferently.

Wang Shou looked at his back and sneered in his heart. Both of them were the emperor's dogs, but the difference was that he was a watchdog, while Han Shitou was the emperor's dog.

Who wants to be a watchdog?

Wang Shou!

He raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor on the throne, his eyes filled with enthusiasm, and then he saluted, "I have seen your majesty."

The emperor looked into the void in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Shou said: "Your Majesty, Yan Cheng has submitted another letter..."

The emperor still looked into space with an indifferent expression.

Wang Shou glanced at Han Shitou before lowering his head.

Han Shitou stood calmly at his head, looking at his nose and nose, looking like a statue of a god, but a little thin.

At some point, the emperor withdrew his gaze towards the void and said, "Go."

Wang Shou raised his head and said, "I understand."

He was the emperor's confidant when he was hiding in his residence. He understood the meaning of the emperor's words that were incomprehensible to outsiders.

Wang Shou resigned, and Han Shitou sent him out.

Outside the palace, Wang Shou turned around and looked at Han Shitou with his lonely right eye.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Wang Shou suddenly smiled and said, "We haven't been able to figure out your details. Let's have a drink someday?"

Han Shitou turned around and went in.

Wang Shou shook his head slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

…

Yan Cheng was writing furiously in the check-in room.

Occasionally he raised his head and looked into the void, with a look of longing in his eyes.

…

At the same time, Yang Xuan heard Jiuniang's wonderful voice for the first time in the brothel.

"Lonely pillowed and cold, I often have good dreams. I have doubts about them and suddenly doubt the truth. I know that good dreams are useless, but I still want to be the person in your dreams."

Jiuniang's singing voice on the stage was moving, and her interpretation of a love poem was so moving.

Zhao Sanfu turned around excitedly, "How?"

Yang Xuan looked calm, "Not bad."

Zhao Sanfu was stunned for a moment, "You actually think it's ordinary?"

I have listened to a lot of songs, some ancient style, some rock...

As soon as Yang Xuan thought about it, he thought of Suzaku in his arms.

Jiuniang suddenly covered her face with her sleeves as a sign of resignation. The audience suddenly became noisy.

"Jiuniang, I'll pay you 100,000 yuan!"

A man in rich clothes shouted like he was crazy.

One hundred thousand dollars, what if I had one hundred thousand dollars?

Yang Xuan glanced at the man enviously, and then said: "Go back."

Zhao Sanfu sighed: "It's a pity that I can't smell Jiuniang's body fragrance, otherwise I would rather live for ten days. Eh!"

Zhao Sanfu suddenly burst into laughter, and then shouted: "Jiuniang, I have a poem..."

Jiuniang is an artist but not a person. The only way to win her heart is through talent. At this moment, several men were reciting their own poems loudly.

Yang Xuan looked at Zhao Sanfu's eager look and knew what he wanted to do, so he nodded and told him to do whatever he wanted.

Zhao Sanfu said loudly: "Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately."

The sound at the scene suddenly dropped. Jiuniang, who was about to turn around on the stage, stopped and looked at Zhao Sanfu in surprise.

Zhao Sanfu said proudly: "Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"

Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there have been constant wars, and the people of the Tang Dynasty are also proud to join the army and fight. Frontier poetry flourished during this period, but there have been few famous works over the years.

As soon as this frontier poem came out, it had an almost deafening effect.

Yang Xuan whispered: "Don't mention me!"

He stepped back on the spot, glanced at Jiuniang, then at the crowd, and then disappeared into the crowd.

After leaving the crowd, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a little empty.

He walked out of the brothel, and it was deserted outside, which made him feel even more lonely.

Snap!

Someone slapped him hard on the shoulder.

Yang Xuan turned around, but it was Zhao Sanfu.

"Jiu Niang didn't pay attention to you?" Yang Xuan was curious. He knew the power of this poem. Not to mention Jiu Niang, even Shi Niang had to kneel down.

Zhao Sanfu said boldly: "When can't a woman get close to you?"

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Go drink!"

They walked shoulder to shoulder and went to a remote wine shop. Zhao Sanfu boasted about how comfortable he was in the entertainment scene, while Yang Xuan just listened quietly.

The wine shop was full of peddlers and lackeys, shouting loudly and shouting curses; the smell of wine and food was mixed with the stench of sweat and feet; the shopkeeper stood behind the counter and took a nap... Zhao Sanfu opposite was bragging about his brilliant 'achievements'.

Yang Xuan occasionally looked outside, thinking how great it would be if Yang Lue suddenly walked in?

That rebel!

Am I the son of a rebel?

Yang Xuan felt that there was a 90% chance that he was Yang Lue's son. But he was curious, if so, why Yang Lue left him in Xiaohe Village instead of taking him with him.

Could it be that Yang Lue has found a woman again, and that woman is so domineering that he dare not take me there?

Yang Lue felt that this possibility was not small, so his slightly sour mentality was comforted.

Later, the two of them left the wine shop and looked at the sun. Yang Xuan felt as if he was in another world.

"go back!"

Zhao Sanfu wanted to go back to the mirror. He hooked Yang Xuan's shoulder and said seriously: "You don't even know the past of the Tang Dynasty. You will be laughed at in the future. I have a few books there. You can take them back and read them."

"

Naturally, someone like Zhao Sanfu, who was waiting to lick blood at the edge of a knife, could not bring a history book with him. The only possibility was that it was specially prepared for Yang Xuan.

The two of them went to the imperial city together.

But when they saw the gate of the imperial city, they also saw a group of people.

A group of people silently surrounded the city gate.

"have a look."

Zhao Sanfu took the lead and squeezed in.

Someone turned back dissatisfied and said, "Squeeze Ni Niang!"

Zhao Sanfu raised his eyes and raised his badge. The man was frightened and said, "It's the stake on the mirror stand!"

For the five surnames of the family, the mirror is the emperor's watchdog, but for others, it is a life-threatening talisman.

The two of them squeezed their way to the front by taking advantage of the reputation of being on the stage.

Yan Cheng stood there, facing the gate of the imperial city.

Many civil servants would wear a horizontal sword when they had nothing to do to show their bravery, but they would not do so when they were in office. But Yan Cheng was wearing a horizontal sword at this moment.

More than ten sergeants guarding the gate in front were on guard.

"Put down the knife!"

There was a person in front of him who was familiar to Yang Xuan, Lieutenant General Han of Jinwu Guard. At this moment, Lieutenant General Han looked nervous and pointed at Yan Cheng and scolded him.
To be continued...