The prince is very fierce

Snowflakes fell on the eaves of the palace. Madam Lu and the Queen Mother sat upright on the chairs in the gorgeous living room, with a bit of strange expressions, looking at Xiao Ting who was sitting opposite them with a smug look.

Something happened this morning. Madam Lu thought that Xiao Ting had caused a big disaster. Xiao Ting's mother couldn't come forward, so she asked her daughter-in-law to go to the palace to ask the Queen Mother for mercy, so as to prevent Xiao Chuyang from being angry and slapping Xiao Ting to death.

Although Madam Lu looked down on Xiao Ting, he was her husband's brother-in-law after all. It was true that he was usually unlearned and unskilled, but he had never made a big mistake. She still rushed into the palace to find the Queen Mother.

The result was good.

Sweeping away the gangs and eliminating evil, "Xiao Qingtian"!

It was even more exaggerated than Xu Buling's last crackdown on the illegal salt case.

Now the princes and nobles are no longer arrogant, but have become brave?

The Queen Mother knew Xiao Ting's temperament very well, and she didn't believe that Xiao Ting could do such a big thing of not fearing power and standing up for the people. At this time, holding the teacup, her beautiful eyes were scrutinizing:

"Xiao Ting, tell me the truth, who gave you the idea?"

Xiao Ting was full of righteousness. He was finally praised by the civil and military officials for being "upright and not disgracing the family". He was not satisfied yet, so how could he push the credit away again. Moreover, he went deep into the tiger's den to cover up last night, and he should have been the first to take the credit. At this time, he was not willing to tell the truth, and said very aggrievedly:

"Aunt! I am your nephew, what's wrong with me doing a good thing? What's wrong with me getting rid of harm for the people?..."

Mrs. Lu and the Queen Mother were both helpless, and it was really hard to say anything. After all, Xiao Ting was indeed in Baima Village yesterday, and he did a good thing that was praised by thousands of people. It was impossible to turn around and scold Xiao Ting.

Madam Lu pondered for a moment and asked:

"Who was the masked swordsman you brought last night? I heard from the Imperial Guards that he was so skilled in martial arts that he could fight a tiger alone, and he also killed and injured two martial artists on Hutai Street. There are only about ten of your family members who have this skill, and none of them went out with you last night."

Xiao Ting was instructed by Xu Buling last night, and he also knew that Madam Lu didn't like Xu Buling to kill people. Now, seeing that he had done a great deed for nothing, he was very loyal:

"He is a friend from the martial arts world, just an unknown person."

Madam Lu frowned. She knew that Xu Buling had a good sword, and she actually suspected that Xu Buling was behind it. But if this matter was revealed, it would definitely make Xu Buling's reputation even higher. She didn't say anything more and got up and went out of the palace to find Xu Buling to ask him in person...

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On the other side, after the morning court was over, the ministers left the Suzaku Gate one after another with some doubts.

Emperor Song Ji returned to the imperial study, and all the palace maids and eunuchs withdrew, leaving only Eunuch Jia.

The imperial study was filled with incense, and a painting hung on the wall, showing a woman in palace clothes.

The imperial desk was filled with memorials submitted from all over the country, and the drafts of poems submitted a few days ago were placed in the corner of the bookshelf. The first piece of rice paper was the poem "My Prime Minister Daddy".

Song Ji glanced at it and didn't even have the interest to pick it up. This year, there was a severe drought in Shu, and a scandal that damaged the face of the court had just occurred. Song Ji was not in a good position to appreciate poetry at this time, and sat down in front of the chessboard by the window, where there was an unfinished game of chess.

Eunuch Jia was humble, sat down opposite the chessboard, and played chess with Song Ji seriously.

Eunuch Jia looked skinny, like an old man in his twilight years, but he was able to serve Song Ji personally, so his identity was definitely not simple. It has been sixty years since Eunuch Jia entered the palace when he was young. He followed Emperor Xiaozong into Chang'an, watched Xu Lie become a king, served the late emperor for his whole life, and then served Song Ji. He has always been the guardian of the palace.

Dayue has many outstanding warriors. Northern Qi, South Yue, and even the princes and clans in various places have sent assassins to sneak into the palace to assassinate the emperor. If it weren't for Eunuch Jia who always stayed with him, the emperor of Dayue would have died countless times.

Song Ji played with the white pieces on his fingertips, but he didn't make a move for a long time, and he was a little absent-minded.

Eunuch Jia smiled softly and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty has already made his move, why are you hesitating?"

Song Jie was silent for a moment and shook his head:

"What happened last night was not done by Xiao Ting. He could not see through the situation, so he was naturally hesitant... Never mind, there must be a plan behind this, just wait and see what happens."

Eunuch Jia nodded slowly, put the chess piece on the jade plate, and said no more...

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It was past noon, and the luxurious carriage stopped outside the Su Wang Mansion. Yue Nu reached out her hand to help, and Madam Lu got off the carriage and walked into the palace gate.

There were not many people in the Su Wang Mansion. Eight palace guards stood outside the gate to show off. At this time, they raised their hands and bowed seriously:

"Madam Lu."

"You wait outside."

Madam Lu asked her entourage to stop, took the vermilion food box from Yue Nu, stepped onto the stone steps in her beautiful palace boots, and saw a figure in her peripheral vision. Turning her head, she saw a female wolf guard in black looking around the corner of the palace. After seeing her eyes, she turned around and disappeared on the street.

Madam Lu frowned slightly. It was common for the Detective Department to monitor the princes and dukes, so she didn't take it to heart. She walked into the quiet and empty palace mansion.

As the New Year was approaching, other gates on Kuishou Street began to decorate and prepare for the New Year, but the Su Palace did not look festive at all. Even the exotic flowers and trees in the garden were not trimmed and grew in a mess, covered with thick snow.

Madam Lu walked through the corridors and buildings to the main courtyard of the back house. Lao Xiao had a brazier at the door of the study, and his crutches were placed on his knees to warm himself by the fire, half-closed his eyes and felt drowsy. After seeing Madam Lu, Lao Xiao chuckled and got up and left.

The bedroom door was closed, and it was obvious that he had not gotten up yet.

Mrs. Lu frowned. She knew Xu Buling was very self-disciplined. If he couldn't get up in the morning, he must have gone out to do something last night.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Lu's face darkened a little. She pushed open the door and entered the bedroom. In a blink of an eye, she saw Xu Buling lying on the bed between the curtains, sleeping with his eyes closed. The wine pot was casually placed on the stool at the head of the bed, and one of his boots fell over. It was obvious that he fell asleep immediately.

With the sound of the door opening, Xu Buling opened his eyes. After a moment, he regained his clarity, turned his head and took a look, and then sat up quickly:

"Aunt Lu, why are you here? I accidentally overslept..."

Xu Buling's handsome face was smiling a little, and he yawned, as if he had really overslept and just woke up.

Madam Lu frowned slightly, walked over with a food box in her hand, sat down beside the bed, and looked at Xu Buling seriously:

"Did you go out last night?"

"... Well... I went out for a walk and came back late..."

"Did you go to Baimazhuang?"

"..."

Facing Madam Lu's scrutinizing eyes, Xu Buling was a little helpless: "It's a private matter, it's hard to talk about it."

"What private matter can you have?"

Madam Lu looked serious, put the food box on the small table next to her, and stretched her slender hand to Xu Buling's collar, trying to untie his close-fitting white clothes.

Xu Buling grabbed Madam Lu's wrist and smiled awkwardly:

"Aunt Lu, I'm eighteen."

"You're not a girl, what's wrong with taking a look?"