Placid Chang'an

Su Cen expected the time limit until the end of the year. He didn't expect Li Sheng to be generous. In fact, it was beyond his expectation that Li Sheng agreed so easily to let him investigate.

It stands to reason that he and Li Shi are incompatible, and this incident may even have been prompted by Li Sheng. He should wish that everyone would ignore him and directly execute Li Shi on charges of treason.

He had already made preparations, even if there was no last bit of support, and there were mountains of swords and flames in front of him, he would walk to the end alone.

Su Cen accepted as soon as he saw it, and led Zheng Yang to leave with a bow. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he couldn't help rushing up and punching Li Sheng in the face.

Zheng Yang asked on the way: "Can it be done at the end of the year? This is Turkic and the former emperor. It is not easy to find out, right?"

Su Cen played tricks, "It's easy to say, but it's also hard to say."

"How easy is it?"

Su Cen said as he walked, "Open Zhaoling and take a look. It will be clear at a glance whether the late emperor was strangled to death or died of illness."

Zheng Yang: "..."

Since ancient times, once the emperor's mausoleum is closed, it will not be opened again. There has always been a saying that the imperial tomb is related to the fate of the country, so generally the emperor has found a good geomantic omen to build the imperial tomb before his death.Even if the emperor's mausoleum was built at that time, the empress could only rebuild the empress's mausoleum next to the emperor's mausoleum after the emperor died, instead of opening the mausoleum to be buried with the emperor.

Not only that, the past dynasties have also severely cracked down on grave digging and robbery. After all, no one wants to be watched by others as a pile of bones after death.

Therefore, when Su Cen said that he wanted to open Zhaoling, he could only talk about it, and there were no conditions for it to be implemented.

Zheng Yang sighed silently, and then asked: "What's the difficulty?"

Su Cen: "Zhaoling cannot be opened."

Zheng Yang: "..."

After leaving the palace gate, Zheng Yang's carriage was still waiting, two people got into the carriage, Zheng Yang said: "The curfew will be over soon, where are you going, I will see you off."

After not coming back for a year, Su Cen almost forgot that there was a curfew in Chang'an. She silently thought about the places she could go, and a place flashed in her mind, and her voice suddenly became hoarse.

Zheng Yang waited for a long time without waiting for an answer, so he could only tell the coachman: "Go to Changlefang."

"Go to Xingqing Palace," Su Cen interrupted, with a hint of astringency in his voice, which gave him a sense of homelessness for no reason, but he repeated persistently, "Let's go to Xingqing Palace."

Zheng Yang smiled meaningfully, without pointing it out, and told the coachman to leave for Xingqing Palace.

The carriage finally stopped outside the gate of Xingqing Palace. There were few people in front of the grand palace gate in the past, the two gates were closed tightly, and even the ever-lasting lights of Huae Xianghui Building were extinguished.The whole palace is like a beast dormant and sleeping.

Su Cen's attention didn't stay on this for long, he was breathing a little fast, his fingertips were trembling, and he rehearsed what Li Shi was going to say ten thousand times in his mind, but he was doused by the two guards on duty outside the door. Scoop cold water.

The palace gate was approaching, but he couldn't get in.

Su Cen said: "I am investigating this case thoroughly according to the order of the Holy Majesty. With the holy name on my body, I can freely enter and leave any place related to the case."

The two guards kept their eyes on each other: "King Yu has ordered that no one should enter Xingqing Palace."

"You are bold!" Zheng Yang took a step forward, "Your majesty ordered him to investigate, but you still dare to stop it. Could it be that King Yu is bigger than your majesty?"

The two guards said indifferently: "We only obey King Yu's orders."

"presumptuous!"

Zheng Yang rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Su Cen in a hurry. The two weak scholars couldn't get any benefits here, so they took a few steps back and took a look at the height of the walls of Xingqing Palace. The copper and iron walls remodeled here have now become a natural barrier, and it is obviously unrealistic for them to climb up with bare hands.

I could only go back to negotiate with the two guards, and said coldly: "Your King Yu has already agreed to let me investigate, if you don't believe me, you can go and ask."

The two guards looked at each other, and continued to say without changing their faces: "We want to see the handbook."

"A bunch of bastards—" Zheng Yang couldn't bear it anymore, and finally rushed forward.

After a while, he was kicked down from the stone steps in front of Xingqing Palace.

He thought that the young prince of the British government used to walk sideways in the capital. When did he suffer this kind of grievance, he didn't care about his arms and legs that were hurt from the fall, and he stood up and rushed up again.

When Su Cen managed to stop the person, the evening drum had already sounded, and the curfew time had arrived.

Zheng Yang came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, "So now it's useless to go to that old thing for a handbook?"

Looking at Su Cen's face, his face has darkened, "Beat the dog to see the owner, what's the use of you competing with two dogs?"

Zheng Yang bit his lip and said discouragedly, "Then what should we do now?"

Su Cen glanced at the two closed doors again, and could only helplessly say, "Let's do this first, and make plans tomorrow."

The full moon was approaching, and the moon was shining brightly. Li Shi came out from the main building of Qin government affairs, and walked slowly towards the bedroom under the moonlight.

It was rare that he didn't have all those troublesome things in the court, and he didn't have endless memorials to approve. He slept from noon to night. If it wasn't for the sudden night wind, he might have been able to sleep all the time.

The entire Xingqing Palace was quiet, only a series of gentle footsteps approaching, passing the gate, those footsteps stopped, and looked back.

A bright moon was in the sky, hanging alone above the gatehouse, and the moonlight poured down like a cage of cold veils, and he stretched out his hand unconsciously, wanting to hold the moonlight.

Su Cen sat in the carriage and looked at the gate of Xingqing Palace from a distance. Zheng Yang had already fallen asleep with a piece of brocade fur in his arms. It stands to reason that he had been traveling all the way, and he should be deader than Zheng Yang in his sleep at the moment, but he There was no sleepiness for a while, and I was full of thoughts looking at those two doors.

He thought that the Suzhou side was a farewell, and everything would be back on track from then on. Li Shi continued to be his Prince Regent, and he continued to live his own life under the territory covered by his swamp. .

However, as luck would have it, when he heard that name, he immediately lost his mind.

Now he came back across thousands of mountains and rivers, but was blocked by a door.

Inside that door are his ideals and pursuits, his expectations and everything. Now that he is back again, he will definitely not make mistakes easily.

The first ray of morning light broke out, Su Cen gathered his energy, and just got off the carriage when he saw a group of people approaching him not far away.

The leader is Zhang Jun.

After not seeing each other for a year, Mr. Zhang's belly turned round again. He came up close and looked at Su Cen in silence for a long while. Finally, he just patted Su Cen on the shoulder and said softly, "It's good to be back."

He turned his head and pointed to the person behind him, "The up and down of Dali Temple still follow your orders."

The words of thanks are all false, Su Cen nodded seriously.Since he became an official, Zhang Jun has always been his good teacher and helpful friend. Although he usually likes to paddle and play Tai Chi, he can afford it in front of big right and wrong, and never puts down the pick at critical times.

Su Cen looked at Zheng Yang who had just got off the carriage, and asked, "When will Brother Feng be buried?"

"It's time," Zheng Yang yawned, "It's too early and there are not enough people, and it's inconvenient because of the cold weather."

Su Cen nodded, turned back to Zhang Jun and said, "Before that, I want to visit Qi Lin first."