There was not much movement about the Song Xuan brother and sister returning to Beijing, but even so, some people still paid attention to them.
In a certain mansion in the south of the imperial capital, some people gathered together and were discussing something.
"Everyone, the brother and sister are back!"
At the front of the living room, a middle-aged man in rich clothes was drinking tea and speaking calmly.
"Come back when you come back. Outside, he is a dragon. In the imperial capital, he is at best a snake. What kind of trouble can he make?"
Some people didn't take it seriously, "This time, it's just a trial for us. Since they reacted so violently, there is no need to continue in the future."
The man in rich clothes nodded, "These hereditary Xuanyi guards are really hard to bite. The Xu family has declined to such an extent that it has almost no contact with other families, but even so, outsiders are still not allowed to touch them."
An old man with an extraordinary bearing sighed: "Because of Xu Ping'an, the eight major families in Yangzhou were almost wiped out, and even a prince joined him.
This is the attitude of Ye Tian and the others, whoever touches them will be destroyed! "
"Pity!"
The man in rich clothes on the throne sighed, "It is said that Ye Tian and the others later connected the Xu family branch to the imperial capital, retaining the Xu family's hereditary position in the Xuanyi Guard system.
Trying to clean up people like them by nibbling away a little bit is not going to work. "
Everyone sighed slightly with regret.
There are one hundred and twenty hereditary Xuanyiwei families, some of which have long since withered away and have no sense of existence. But even so, as long as one of these families is still in power, no force is allowed to touch them!
Ye Tian was like this, and so were the previous Xuanyi Guard commanders.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the next generation commander of the Xuanyi Guards that Ye Tian and the others like is the Song Xuan brother and sister."
An old man probed: "Everyone, who is brave enough to try and see what the reaction will be if the successor of Xuanyi Wei suddenly dies?
With your power and wealth in the court, you should have several martial arts masters available, right? "
The man in rich clothes was stunned for a moment, and everyone's eyes met with each other, and then everyone awkwardly picked up their teacups and drank tea silently.
Is this a question of courage?
How stupid is this to make such a suggestion?
Even the small and transparent Xu family, which had only one seedling left, caused all the famous families in Mingzhou to be uprooted after their death.
Now you want to move the chosen successor of the hereditary Xuanyiwei family?
Is your mother a wholesaler who kills endlessly?
Or do you think you have too many people from the nine tribes and want to make some room for other forces?
After finishing the tea in the cup, the man in fine clothes stood up and said helplessly: "Everyone, let's leave it like this. Isn't this how we have been here all these years?
I thought that today's emperor wants to weaken Xuanyi Wei's power, and we might be able to add fuel to the fire, but now it seems that today's emperor doesn't have the courage, and he doesn't have the guts to break up with Xuan Yiwei.
That being the case, everyone, please go back and let this New Year pass safely first. "
Someone stood up unwillingly and said, "Is this the only way?"
The man in gorgeous clothes hummed, "That's the only way! This generation of emperors can't do it, let's wait for the next generation! We can only hope that the next one will be a courageous lord.
After all, Dazhou is a martial arts country. The next prince should be chosen from among the princes with high martial arts skills.
Only when you become stronger and sit on the throne of the Son of Heaven will you have the confidence and courage, right? "
"Okay, that's all." Someone agreed: "Everyone, go get some snacks when you go back and collect more information about the princes. Next time, you must choose a stronger one!
We do not expect the next emperor to disband the Xuanyi Guards, but we must at least limit their power.
I have had enough of this kind of life with a sharp blade hanging on my head at any time and my head being cut off at any time! "
...
"Who wakes up from the big dream first? I know it all my life."
In the Song family, in the sweet-scented osmanthus wing where Song Xuan lived, after returning home and having dinner with his parents, Song Xuan slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.
It was the first time in ten years that he slept at night.
There is no other reason, I just want to have a good sleep at home
In the yard, his father Song Yuanshan came back from the Yamen and had no errands. He was lying lazily on the deck chair, drinking wine and basking in the sun.
When it comes to fishing, it is passed down from generation to generation in the Song family.
Mother and Song Qian were busy making dumplings. The mother and daughter chatted happily about home affairs. Mother Lin would hit Song Erni with a rolling pin from time to time.
Song Xuan smiled and sat cross-legged on the bed, sensing all this. Not to mention his thoughts, there was not even a single thing on his mind. He enjoyed these quiet days.
After sitting on the bed for a long time, Song Xuan stood up and casually looked at the room he had been away from for nearly a year.
The room is very clean. It is obvious that my mother comes to clean the room frequently.
He stood up and picked up a clay figurine on the desk and played with it casually. This clay figurine was given to him by his fiancée when he was eleven years old.
To be precise, most of the clay figurines, porcelain and various ornaments on the desk were given by Lu Qingxue when he was young.
Song Xuan touched the ornaments with a smile on his face, recalling scenes from his youth.
Opening a cabinet under the desk, there were many books in it. Song Xuan flipped through it. Fortunately, his mother did not touch his books, and the Jin Ping Mei at the bottom was not found.
The unabridged version of Jin Ping Mei was an ancient book that Lu Xiaoliu had spent a lot of money to collect. It was of great collection value.
In another cabinet, there are various paintings, including landscape paintings, flower and bird paintings, and figure paintings. The most common ones are figure paintings. The paintings are all of the friends who grew up together. These were all done in his spare time while practicing when he was young. made.
Pulling out a scroll at random, Lu Qingxue's slightly green and innocent look appeared on the page.
She looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a sideways ponytail. Although she was still young, she already showed her alluring appearance, especially her chest, which was more than a circle bigger than that of a girl of the same age, which attracted Song Xuan's attention.
Song Xuan smiled and unfolded the scrolls one by one.
"This is a picture I drew for her not long after we met. It was a picture of a little girl. At that time, she even hit me with a stone."
"Oh, this picture was drawn when she was ten years old. She went with me to collect protection fees. When she came back, she was as proud as a little swan."
"This one, haha, I drew it on a whim when Song Qian beat up Lu Xiaoliu. Not to mention, Song Erni was already quite fierce when she was a child."
"Hey, this one..."
Turning to the end, Song Xuan opened a portrait. The portrait showed a shy and gentle-looking girl with a red face and a somewhat evasive look in her eyes.
"Lu Qingshuang's portrait?" Song Xuan looked at it doubtfully, "This sword was not painted by me. When did it get stuffed into my cabinet?"
