The imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty was Chang'an City, Jingzhao Prefecture. It is also called Xijing, and it corresponds to the city of Luoyang, Tokyo, which has been around for more than ten years.

Since the Luoyang City Rebellion, the current emperor has moved the capital to Xijing, which is the current imperial capital Chang'an.

Just as New Year's Day passed, the most prosperous Chang'an City was ready to take a big day before they had time to rest. Even the dignitaries and nobles at the top of the temple were alarmed. Just after noon today, luxurious carriages filled the sides of Zhuque Street in front of Mingde Gate.

Even the North and South yamen, which are domineering in the market, can only drink the northwest wind from the outermost area. The people in the market do not recognize the big figures who walk down from the carriages, and even the constables from the North and South yamen have never had the chance to see them with their own eyes.

Those who guard these big men were all Shen Ce Army transferred from the imperial city.

Everyone was speculating that who wanted to enter the imperial capital and had such a big show, it might be just a little less than the situation when His Majesty Zi entered the city today.

The constables in the north and south yamen who were guarding the outermost periphery did not dare to look back, but were still very fierce to the people who came to join in the fun.

Just last night, there was a snowfall in Chang'an City, which stopped today. Until now, there was no trace of the sun in the sky. Therefore, the eaves and treetops were covered with snow, which had not melted, except for the Zhuque Street, which had been trampled by many people.

Outside Mingde Gate, after the loud sound of three cannons fell, the Spring Officers who came to the Ministry of Rites began to play music, and the music was harmonious and seemed to be singing praises.

More than a dozen soldiers who looked like they were returning from the border, walked through Mingde Gate first. In the middle, there was a tall and maroon horse with a fat man carrying a horse on its back. On a rough look, the fat man must be at least about 200 kilograms.

The fat man was not wearing armor today, but was wearing a standard horizontal knife around his waist. This fat man looked not ugly, and even made people feel a little friendly.

Only on the chin, the beard that was about 400 feet long broke the overall beauty of this fat man.

More than a dozen soldiers walked to the big men who came to meet early. The fat man did not dismount. He bowed slightly to the big men and ordered his soldiers to continue moving forward.

These high-ranking officials who wish to point their noses to the sky on weekdays have suffered a lot today, but they don’t even dare to breathe.

There have been many ordinary people who have seen such a situation in the early years. When they fully see the fat man on the horse's back, they will confirm the fat man's identity.

Who? Yang Huzi, the Anxi capital of the Tang Dynasty.

The great archbishop of the Tang Dynasty was not just Yang Huzi, but he was the only one who might sit in Yang Huzi.

Originally, he was just an ordinary arch captain, but he could control all the border soldiers in Longyou, Pass, and Hedong. Yang Huzi's original identity was not very noble. As a Tang sergeant with half of the blood of Turkic barbarians, he had many eyes on the border in the early years and suffered a lot of hardships.

Until later, when he entered Beijing, Yang Huzi, who was frightened and frightened, had a strange look at him for no reason, and even recognized him as his teenager whom he loved the most. He became the godmother. From then on, he rose to prominence.

Nowadays, even though he is already a famous figure in the Tang Dynasty, he is even bigger than the high-ranking officials and nobles standing on Zhuque Street today, there are still many people secretly talking in a low voice: "Hu Mangou."

Today, Yang Huzi entered the city and was summoned by His Majesty the Emperor. Except for Du Situ, who was nearly 70 years old, Prime Minister Li Linfu and Duke Wei, who had been unfavorable to him, almost all the officials and nobles of the Tang Dynasty were quietly waiting on the Zhuque Street for a morning.

The situation of entering the city is not small. In addition to the dozen soldiers who entered the city earlier and Yang Huzi himself, there was also a carriage. The person who drove the carriage was a young man wearing colorful and weird clothes, and there was no idea what kind of noble people were carrying in the carriage.

Behind the carriage, there were about two or three hundred soldiers. These soldiers carried more than a dozen large boxes, which seemed to be a gift from Yang Huzi to the emperor.

After walking halfway through Zhuque Street and passing through the long-distance carriage, under Yang Huzi's order, all the soldiers beside him and behind him handed over the weapons they carried to the Shence Army for safekeeping, except Yang Huzi himself.

On the side of Zhuque Street, there is an academy, not an ordinary academy, but the academy where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is studying. However, now it has just passed the New Year's Day, and it will only become lively after the Spring Festival.

As the academy where the prince was studying, there were still people on duty at this time.

On duty was a simple-wearing boy, who stood straight on the inside of the gate of the academy, and stood in a daze against the gate.

The sound of horse hooves awakened the sabre boy from his unknown fantasy. Then he reached out to stroke the scabbard, turned his head slightly, and looked at the Suzaku Street.

There was a calm footstep behind him, and he did not turn back. He had heard the footsteps many times, so he could naturally hear whose footsteps were.

The young man with swords was not very polite and still looked at Zhuque Street: "Oh, Mr. Guo, who is that person? Such a big battle, if I had not seen the emperor's ceremonial guard before, I would have thought that this was His Majesty's hunting back."

The visitor is Guo Yuanwu, the president of this academy, and he is also the current crown prince tutor. He has been a first-rank official, but unfortunately he is a false position without any real power.

Seeing Guo Xiaojiu pointing at the fat man riding on the front horse, Guo Yuanwu hurriedly reached out and pulled his arm back: "Hey, your kid's hand, don't point fingers randomly, and you can't let this fat man see it, and you have to lose your head immediately."

Putting down his arm, Guo Xiaojiu curled his lips, then turned around and looked at Guo Yuanwu: "Old Guo, you didn't expect there would be someone you are afraid of?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. If it weren't for your family five hundred years ago, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you boy." Guo Yuanwu rolled his eyes, then put his hands behind him and continued: "This fat man is the current Anxi Grand Protector Yang Huzi, and the adopted son of His Majesty the Emperor. My 200,000 to 300,000 soldiers from the border of the Tang Dynasty were all in the hands of this fat man."

"Hu Mangou?" Guo Xiaojiu asked tentatively.

This said scared Guo Yuanwu and hurriedly reached out to make a gesture of silence: "You kid are you talking quietly, don't you want to live anymore? Just say a few words behind your back and put them in front of others. Unless you have eighteen lives, don't mention this title in front of others."

Guo Xiaojiu spread his hands and continued to lean against the door boredly. He turned his head to look at the snowflakes on the old locust branches in the yard in the distance, revealing a little disdain.

Yang Huzi's entry into Beijing has nothing to do with him. If it weren't for Han Changli, the imperial capital had so many rules, he wouldn't have been lazy to stay like this. Looking back on the fact that it had been more than two months since he entered the imperial capital.

"I saw those big figures from the six ministries waiting at the city gate earlier. Mr. Guo, why didn't you go?" Guo Xiaojiu suddenly remembered this and muttered in a low voice.

The old man standing beside him suddenly shook his shoulders. Guo Yuanwu glanced at Guo Xiaojiu and turned around: "Cleaning all the snow in this academy, and it can't be cleaned up. You are not allowed to eat at night."

Guo Yuanwu, who had already walked more than ten steps, then he hunched his back and put his hands on him, and cursed in a low voice: "I told you to talk too much."

Shaking his head slightly, Guo Xiaojiu ignored Guo Yuanwu's intentions and could not eat in the academy. At worst, he could just wait until he returned to the restaurant to eat before going back to the restaurant in the evening.

The dozen soldiers leading the Zhuque Street in the distance have already walked away, and now a carriage passes by the gate of the academy.

Guo Xiaojiu, who had lost interest and was about to find a place to have a good sleep, suddenly felt a cold gaze behind him looking at him. He reached the scabbard he held on and followed his eyes and then suddenly appeared, his eyes coming from behind the slightly opened carriage curtain.

When Guo Xiaojiu frowned and looked over, the curtain had already been put down, covering up the cold gaze.

As his rapid breathing slowly stabilized, Guo Xiaojiu's brows frowned again. The driver who was driving the bus smiled at him. The driver's familiar face seemed to have floated in his mind yesterday.

"Huangfu?" Guo Xiaojiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the coachman's gaze.
Chapter completed!