The prince is very fierce

In the next few days, Xu Buling spent his time visiting relatives and friends. As the prince of Su Wang, he didn't have to visit others, but the princes and generals of Kuishou Street would inevitably come to ask about his well-being. He didn't like these occasions very much. Mrs. Lu was the guardian who entertained the guests, and he just had to act cool.

He was drunk on New Year's Eve, and he was actually a little panicked. He followed Mrs. Lu's butt all day, looking left and right, hoping to find out what happened that night through clues.

But Mrs. Lu was normal, still treating him like a child who hadn't grown up, asking about his well-being and controlling him all day, and sometimes she would get angry when he didn't listen.

After observing for a few days to make sure there was nothing unusual, he finally let go of his hanging heart. It seemed like he was just dreaming. But he was still a little confused about why he had such a dream. Could it be that it was really a puberty hormone explosion... He had to dream about Song Yufu, Xiao Manzhi, and Miss Ning. How could Aunt Lu be in his dream... After thinking about it for a long time, Xu Buling could only smile and pretend that nothing happened, as long as it did not destroy the hard-earned and pure relationship between him and Mrs. Lu. At the end of the year, every household in Kuishou Street was busy. Mrs. Lu was the daughter-in-law of the Xiao family. It was said that the head of the Xiao family would come over in the spring. There were a lot of things to do recently, and she could not accompany him all the time. Xu Buling stayed at home until the seventh day of the first lunar month. After recuperating, he began to prepare for the plan to enter the palace to find the source of the Dragon Locking Gu. This time, entering the palace was basically a fight to the death. He met the emperor directly in secret and tried every means to ask for the detoxification method of the Dragon Locking Gu. It would be best if he could escape unscathed. If his identity was not necessarily exposed, the emperor might not kill him, but he would definitely be punished for threatening the emperor with force. Even Prince Su might be implicated and punished.

But Xu Buling was infected with the Dragon-Locking Gu and his days were numbered. Compared with waiting for unforeseen dangers, it was a way out to tear his face off and cause a confrontation between the two armies. It was a knife in any case, and at least he could bear it, which was better than being cut to death by a blunt knife.

If he went to the palace to cause trouble for the emperor, he could not leave from Changle Palace. If he failed and alerted the enemy, he would be suspected of being on the list afterwards. If he happened to be in the palace, there would be no need to check, so he had to get an alibi.

So on the seventh day of the first lunar month, Xu Buling dressed up well, rode the wind-chasing horse out of Prince Su's mansion, and came directly to Song Baiqing's residence in Chang'an City.

After Song Baiqing's wife passed away, he had been living in the Imperial College. However, the Imperial College was closed at the end of the year, so Song Baiqing took Song Yufu back to Zhuji Street, where they had studied hard, and the father and daughter spent the New Year in the old courtyard.

Zhuji Street was not far from the Imperial College. The alleys around the street were full of scholars who came to Beijing to take the imperial examinations. Dayue had a vast territory, and the number of students who came to Beijing to take the imperial examinations was like a stream of crucian carp crossing the river. Due to the underdeveloped transportation, it took a year or two to travel through mountains and rivers to reach Chang'an. Therefore, most of them stayed in Chang'an City, taking exams year after year, until they passed the exams or left when they were discouraged.

Xu Buling rode his horse at full speed to an alley on Zhuji Street, looking from house to house. Before he found Song Baiqing's house number, he saw a pretty woman in a winter skirt sitting on a small stool at the door of a courtyard in the distance, muttering something...

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The sun in the first month of the lunar year shone in the old courtyard, dispelling the coldness of the first month of the lunar year.

Several washed skirts were hung on the clothesline under the window, and the chickens, ducks, fish and meat for entertaining guests in the evening were hung outside the kitchen. The yard was clean and spotless.

During the New Year, Song Yufu changed into a new skirt, a moon-white jacket and a vermilion pleated skirt, and a silver pearl hairpin inserted in her bun, on which a magpie was engraved. Although it was a common dress for girls in the market, it was more spiritual and elegant on Song Yufu, who had been well-educated since childhood, and she was a little jade who had just grown up.

Because Song Baiqing went out to visit friends, Song Yufu was alone at home with nothing to do, so she moved a small stool outside the courtyard gate and sat there in the sun. There was a collection of poems on her knees, but she didn't seem to be in the mood to read it. Instead, she was holding a small doll, kneading it and muttering:

"... pervert... give me the hairpin back... or I will beat you..."

The brand new doll was bought from somewhere, and there was a small note on it, saying "Xu Bu Ling".

Hmm... a curse?

Song Yufu was working hard on the doll, and her eyes were full of relief. Whenever a pedestrian passed by, she would quickly pick up the poem book and quietly recite a few sentences of "Isn't it a pleasure to learn and practice it from time to time? ... ", and then she would repeat it again when the person left.

Ta-ta--

The crisp sound of horse hooves came from far away.

Song Yufu quickly put the doll on her legs, held the poem book and began to recite the sutra, and even hooked her hair, pretending to be very serious. But soon, she found that her arms were empty, and the puppet was taken away.

"Hey~!"

Song Yufu was anxious and raised her head, but she saw Xu Buling in white clothes, standing in front of her with a tall horse, looking at the puppet in his hand with a face as white as snow and no joy or anger.

"Ah——"

Song Yufu was so scared that her soul was gone, and her little face turned pale. Then she remembered something, and her face flushed again. She pursed her lips and lowered her head weakly, turned around on the small bench, and seemed to want to find the neighbors she knew around.

Unfortunately, the alley was empty, with only Xu Buling bathing in the sun.

"You have a vicious heart to cast a spell on me."

"No... no..."

Song Yufu raised her head in a hurry, her eyes full of weakness, and whispered: "Xu Shizi, I... I was just joking, I didn't give you an acupuncture... Don't take it seriously, give me back the doll..."

She wanted to reach out to take it, but Xu Buling couldn't reach it when he raised his hand. He could only shrink it back, stood up and leaned against the door frame, his eyes full of tension and embarrassment.

Xu Buling looked at the battered doll for a few times, and then hung it next to the saddle:

"Go out with me for a walk."

"Where... go?"

"Yingchun Tower, I won't be back tonight."

"Ah?"

Song Yufu's face turned red, her hands curled up on her chest, and she shook her head like a rattle.

It's nothing for young men and women to go out for a walk, and she couldn't refuse. But how could she not come back at night? A man and a woman staying outside all night, she knew what would happen even if she didn't know anything, and she would never get married in the future...

Besides, Yingchunlou was a brothel, how could she, a girl from a scholarly family, go to such a place...

Xu Buling frowned slightly: "Don't waste time."

"I won't go."

Song Yufu bit her lower lip, mustered up the courage to glare at Xu Buling, and was ready to run back to the yard and close the door, but it was a pity that her slow movements were no match for Xu Buling's agility.

Xu Buling stepped on the threshold on the other side to block his retreat: "Miss Song, if you don't obey me today and follow me, the kiss you gave me last time in the bell and drum tower will spread all over the streets tomorrow."

The tone and manner of his nonchalant manner were exactly the same as those of the dandies in Chang'an City.

Song Yufu was ashamed and angry. She put her hands on her waist and said with a little suffocation:

"Xu Shizi, you are a daughter, how can you be so unrestrained? Besides, you took advantage of me and... threatened me..."

"What advantage did I take?"

Xu Buling spread his hands and looked puzzled: "You kissed me forcefully, and it turned out that I took advantage of you. Why? Are you prettier than me?"

Song Yufu blinked her eyes and thought about it for a while. It seemed that she really couldn't find an excuse to refute.

"I... I am a girl... You are a man..."

"What's wrong with being a man? Can't a man keep his body pure and be chaste? Can a man be taken advantage of by an unscrupulous lady at will?"

"Oh~Xu Shizi, you... Why are you like this..."

Song Yufu had no words to say. She tiptoed on the spot and said angrily: "Just think that I took advantage of you. I apologize, but... I really can't go out with you to spend the night..." At the end, her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, almost inaudible.

Xu Buling's eyes were calm: "What's the point of apologizing? Either I kiss you and we're even, or you accompany me to Yingchun Tower for a stroll, you choose."

Song Yufu's face flushed, and she shook her head like a rattle, obviously not wanting to choose either.

Xu Buling saw this and said nothing more, raised his hand and pinched Miss Song's chin, leaning over to prepare for an intimate contact.

Song Yufu was pressed against the door frame and stood on tiptoe. Seeing Xu Buling's cheek getting closer and closer, she was confused. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands and said in a muffled voice:

"Shut up... I... I'll go with you... You are not allowed to bully me..."

Xu Buling was satisfied and let go of her hand and walked out of the alley:

"Don't worry, I don't like cucumber eggs."

"Huh?"

Song Yufu obviously didn't understand, but she didn't dare to ask. She ran back and wrote a note on the table, then ran to the bronze mirror to dress up a little, and then reluctantly locked the door...

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