Before Zhao Xie could bring the Pinglu army to Taiyuan, he had already received news of the withdrawal of the imperial guards from Taiyuan.

At the same time, Taiyuan Yin also went back to Chang'an to report his duties with the Chang'an Imperial Army.

It is foreseeable that after this Taiyuan Yin returned to Chang'an, he might be sick or for other reasons. Anyway, it is impossible for him to return to Taiyuan in a short period of time.

In other words, although the imperial court did not give Lin Zhao directly the position of Taiyuan Yin, it was freed for Lin Zhao.

In fact, there is no way to do this. The Chang'an Imperial Army left Taiyuan. Even if the Taiyuan Yin of the imperial court continued to be in Taiyuan, there was no way to care about anything. It would be better to be a favor and do it more simply.

Just when Zhao Xie brought his men to Taiyuan, Li Xu, the King of Song in the capital, had been bedridden for several days.

His Highness, King Song, was overworked, and was exhausted. In addition, he was in the Gunpowder Department and was excited, fainted and fell into a coma for a day and a night before waking up.

In the next few days, Li Xu was lying on the bed and had no way to get out of bed. He needed the servants of the Song Palace to serve him all day long.

But now, he has no friends in Chang'an City. In a few days, basically no one came to visit him.

Only his cousin, Jingzhao Yin Qixuan, visited him, but unfortunately Li Xu fell ill in bed and could not even communicate with him normally. After sighing, Qi Xuan had no choice but to leave.

After lying on the bed for seven or eight days, His Highness Song gradually became awake, but his whole body was sore that he could not get up. He could only call the servants of the royal palace to come over. After asking about the situation in the past few days, His Highness Song said silently: "Go, invite the Lord of Qi's Mansion."

The servants bowed respectfully, and immediately someone went to Jingzhao Mansion to invite Qi Xuan.

Unfortunately, the affairs of Jingzhao Mansion are very heavy now, and Qi Xuan couldn't separate himself. He waited until after get off work in the evening that he sat in his sedan chair, carried some fruits, and came to the gate of Prince Song's mansion.

After entering the Song Palace, Qi Xuan was soon invited to Li Xu's bed. Looking at Li Xu who was lying on the bed with a haggard face, Qi Xuan couldn't help but sigh, feeling a lot in his heart.

Their ages are not very different.

More than ten years ago, when Lin Zhao first entered Chang'an to take the exam, Lin Zhao was sixteen years old and Qi Xuan was nearly twenty years old. At that time, Li Xu was only twenty-three or four years old.

At that time, the prince of Song was a first-class noble son in Chang'an City. I don't know how many girls secretly admired him.

But now... how many years have passed?

It's only been more than ten years.

Even now, Li Xu is not over forty years old, but His Highness Song, who is not yet in his forties, has turned a lot whiter at this time, and his whole spirit is gone. Compared with the prince of Song more than ten years ago, he is completely different.

"Brother Wang."

Qi Xuan moved a chair and sat next to Li Xu. Looking at Li Xu's haggard face, he sighed: "Is your body better?"

Li Xu tried hard to sit up, looked at Qi Xuan, and said, "My body is not seriously injured."

"I took the liberty to invite you over because I wanted to ask if there was anything big happening in Chang'an these days when I was ill in bed."

Speaking of this, he laughed at himself: "You know that I am in Chang'an City now, and people are disgusted with dogs. Only you, the Lord of the Mansion, still recognize me as my cousin."

Qi Xuan sighed and said, "Brother Wang, don't say that, I know you have your difficulties."

After saying this, Qi Xuan probably told Li Xu about the major events in Chang'an City in recent times. When he heard the emperor recalling the imperial guards and Taiyuan Yin from Taiyuan, His Highness Song's eyes immediately widened.

"Give Taiyuan out..."

Prince Song's voice was hoarse: "Isn't it the land of the Three Jins all into Lin San's hands?"

Qi Fujun glanced at Li Xu and whispered: "I think, saint."

"The 20,000 imperial guards in Taiyuan cannot stop Lin Sanlang, and even the 20,000 people left by the Pinglu army in Taiyuan cannot stop them. Instead of doing this, it is better to give up Taiyuan. In this way, the Pinglu army is closer to Chang'an, and maybe it can intimidate the rebels in the northwest."

"The current situation in the court is the only way."

Li Xu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He looked at Qi Xuan and asked again: "Where is the Gunpowder Division?"

"Brother Wang is still Si Zheng."

The lord of Qi Fu said slowly: "The saint said that Brother Wang is sick, and the eunuch Chen Jin will temporarily handle the affairs of the Gunpowder Department. When Brother Wang gets well, then go and take care of the Gunpowder Department."

Hearing this, Li Xu breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Qi Xuan and said, "Brother, is Chang'an rich in food?"

Qi Xuan is Jingzhao Yin. He manages more than one Chang'an City, and the entire Jingji capital is under his jurisdiction. Moreover, Qi Xuan has been the Jingzhao Yin for many years. No one is more familiar with the situation of Chang'an City than him.

"It can't be considered too much, nor can it be considered too little."

Qi Xuan lowered his eyebrows and said, "The worst case is that Chang'an is surrounded by people. Save a little food in the city, which is enough to eat for about a year. If you eat normally, it will be enough to eat for eight or nine months."

Prince Song sighed: "It's hard for you."

To be honest, the court has not had a good life in recent years.

Especially after the Fanyang Rebellion, even if the former emperor returned to Chang'an, the prosperity of Chang'an was far inferior to that of the past.

During this decline, there is still some surplus grain in Chang'an City, which shows that Qi Xuan's family is pretty good.

"But do your duty."

Qi Xuan smiled at Li Xu: "I am different from Brother Wang. Brother Wang always wants to turn the tide and save the country and the people, but I only do my duty. As for other things, if you can help you, you can do it. If it really doesn't work, you can only leave it to fate."

Prince Song coughed, his face turned pale.

"In this situation, the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, only in an instant."

Prince Song suddenly looked up and looked at Qi Xuan. After he was silent for a while, he spoke, "Dalang, I have something to ask you."

Qi Xuan looked serious and said to Li Xu: "Brother Wang has any instructions, I will do my best."

In a sense, Qi Xuan still admires Li Xu very much. At least he can do whatever he wants for the Li family and the court.

"Most of my life has been working for the court, especially after getting married, I have basically not done much and treated my wife and children a lot."

Li Xu, with a haggard face, looked up at Qi Xuan and said silently: "If...if...if one day, Chang'an will break the city, I will definitely die with the country. At that time, I will not ask Dalang to protect my wife and children, I just hope Dalang..."

"Can you leave an incense for my family to pass on the world."

Li Xu looked gloomy: "In this way, I can give my father an explanation."

If Chang'an breaks the city, then there are not many people in Chang'an who can protect themselves, and even fewer people can protect others.

But Qi Xuan is definitely one.

His father was the governor of Shuofang, and more importantly, Lin San, the governor of Pinglu, was his best friend.

Qi Xuan looked at Li Xu and smiled bitterly, "Why is Brother Wang suddenly so pessimistic?"

Prince Song looked at Qi Xuan, his tone was a bit complicated.

"Zuo Xiao Youlin, I can't help but think so."
Chapter completed!