On the second day of the Alchemy Conference, someone from the Mi Zhao Division came to report the situation early in the morning.
During the test on the first day, thirteen suspicious persons were discovered. After investigation, no one related to Japan was found.
But one of them seems to be related to Nunotang.
Still at the gate of the imperial city, Bai Song got the news, quickly put aside his other thoughts, and followed the people from the secret edict to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.
In the Penal Department Prison, Bai Song saw an unkempt, middle-aged Taoist priest.
To be precise, this man was just wearing a Taoist robe, and he didn't feel the slightest aura related to a Taoist priest.
"Why did the people from New Tang Dynasty come to Chang'an to join in the fun?"
Bai Song restrained his breath and slowly brought a stool to sit in front of the cell door.
The other party looked up at Bai Song, with a smile on his lips: "Humph..."
"Tell me, what's the purpose? How many accomplices are there in Chang'an?"
"We'll talk after everyone around you moves away."
Bai Song waved his hand, signaling everyone around him to step back.
The officer from the Ministry of Punishment quickly objected: "Sir, you must not listen to what he says."
"It doesn't matter, I'd be happy to see him escape from here."
Bai Song was quite confident, and Qing'er, who had followed him all the way, also took the initiative to ask the people around him to leave first.
But Qing'er didn't leave.
"Can we talk now?"
"Behind you..."
"Miss Mo's family can't even hear about Xintang?" Qing'er said calmly.
After hearing the words Miss Mo, the man finally raised his head and looked at Qing'er seriously.
Bai Song was also looking at the other party seriously.
Although this man was unkempt, there was a familiar feeling between his brows.
Bai Song thought about it for a while, but he really had no impression.
"Miss Mo still remembers her identity now. After so many years, I thought she no longer knew her surname."
"After all these years, New Tang is still stubborn? Does New Tang still have those unrealistic dreams?"
"What Xintang pursues has nothing to do with me and other villains. The villains only know how to act according to orders."
"How are you doing, Your Highness?" Qing'er asked softly.
"The Third Highness has already left Bashu and visited the Tang Dynasty. As Mr. Bai said at the beginning, the Third Highness has seen the true face of the Tang Dynasty. He is not in Chang'an now, but he will one day become the emperor of the new Tang Dynasty."
"Your Highness Third Prince..."
Bai Song murmured, thinking of the young idealist.
I remembered our first meeting at a small tea stall on the way to Sichuan.
And the person in front of him seemed to be the inconspicuous coachman.
That coachman...
Bai Song gradually frowned.
When we first met at a small tea stall in Shankou, the driver was the one who made Jian Shisan wary.
Today, I am trapped in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment...
Bai Song felt that something was strange.
Qing'er seemed to have a lot to say to the New Tang Dynasty and the old department, and it was just to persuade them not to be stubborn.
Bai Song had more time to think.
After thinking for a while, Bai Song seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two of them: "We are all smart people. Don't hide what information you want to reveal, just tell it directly. I believe it is true If you want to leave, even the prison of the Ministry of Punishments will not be able to trap you, so don’t play the drama of torture."
"..." The other party was obviously taken aback, and then smiled a little, "Master Bai really has no tricks at all. He can find a solution no matter what the situation is. That's right, as long as I don't expose myself, the prison of the Ministry of Punishment will not be trapped at all. Stay with me. In this case, I will remind you. In the alchemy conference three days later, the emperor, who is known to the world, will personally attend. Once the emperor’s whereabouts are exposed, what will happen, I believe I don’t need to say more? "
"New Tang plans to assassinate the emperor tomorrow?" Bai Song's expression became serious, "Why did you reveal such news to me?"
"Obviously, it is not the time for Li Shimin to die yet. I am only loyal to His Highness the Third. The Third Highness is still young and it is not his turn yet. I hope Datang can live smoothly like this."
Bai Song stood up and walked back and forth, thinking about it and no longer stopping.
"Have the secret edict send someone to keep an eye on this person. Don't let him escape!"
After leaving a few words, Bai Song left the Ministry of Justice.
Qing'er chased her from behind: "Ms. sir, where are you going?"
"Enter the palace to meet the saint."
"My husband believed his words so easily?"
"I feel it is possible, so we must take precautions. Even the Alchemy Conference can be cancelled."
…
In the west inner garden of the palace, Li Shimin had an extra volume in his hand.
"'Journey to the West'... This Bai Song is really unconstrained, and he has all these novel ideas overnight, but having said that, his literary talent is really outstanding."
Next to Li Shimin was the old man in the palace.
In recent days, this old father-in-law came out of his pampered little courtyard and returned to work with the emperor again.
As I get older, I am not in good spirits. My husband didn't respond to anything the emperor said. Instead, he felt groggy, as if he was about to fall asleep standing up.
Li Shimin looked at the eunuch, smiled and waved his hand, put the scroll away and handed it to a palace maid.
"Don't let go of any brochures that come out of the Prince's Palace in Beiding. I like to read them and will send them to you as soon as possible."
The palace maid responded and left with the book.
When the palace maid left, she happened to bump into Bai Song who was coming.
Bai Song felt a soft and soft taste, and he was still not satisfied, so he pulled the palace maid, who was so frightened that the palace maid kowtowed repeatedly.
In vain, he sent the palace maid away, but when he saw the word "Journey to the West" on the cover of the book on the ground, he murmured in his heart.
I wanted to look again, but the palace maid had already gone away.
"Could it be that I'm dazzled? How come the scroll that was handed over to Chen Xirong in the morning was in the emperor's hands before noon?"
There was no need to care about a scroll. Bai Song had important matters in mind and hurriedly came to the emperor.
"You came here in a hurry today without even a briefing?"
Li Shimin lay leisurely on the chair, his tone a bit dissatisfied, but in fact he gave Bai Song the only privilege in the world.
The Mian Sheng of the Bai Song Dynasty has reached the point where it is no longer necessary to pass it on.
Bai Song is a young man who represents the future of the Tang Dynasty. As time goes by, Bai Song's status will rise and rise, and has already surpassed the founding ministers of the previous generation.
Bai Song didn't feel much about this illusory change, and he didn't pay attention to the rules of advice. He said very colloquially: "Your Majesty, there may be assassinations in the Alchemy Conference tomorrow. I don't think the Emperor will participate tomorrow."
After hearing this, Li Shimin's expression did not change at all. Instead, he shook his head: "Bai Song, Bai Song, you only learned the news in one day?"
"Huh?" Bai Song was stunned for a moment, "Your Majesty... Did your Majesty know about it early on?"
Li Shimin stood up: "I have been looking for some people for more than ten years. Tomorrow is a God-given opportunity. How can I back down?"
