——Eastern Chu Kingdom, the eighteenth year of Jiaming, the capital.

As far as the eye can see, there are brothels, painted pavilions, embroidered bead curtains, elegant soft sedans, and ornate carriages parked on the streets one after another, and expensive and powerful BMWs hurriedly speeding down the imperial street.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, with red bricks and green tiles, pavilions and eaves. There are also many small vendors with simple sheds in the open spaces on both sides of the street. The street extends to the suburbs outside the city.

The melodious melodies and the beautiful women's laughter echoed in the willow shades. On the streets and at the entrances of flower streets, melodious songs and strings were played in teahouses and restaurants.

Even though it was already three o'clock in the morning and the sun was tilting to the west, there were still people on the street. There were people carrying burdens on their way, some driving oxcarts to deliver goods, some strolling around the shops, and some stopping to admire the scenery of the moat...

This shows how prosperous and lively the imperial city of Beijing is.

At this time, a delicate and low-key carriage slowly drove out from the palace gate. The carriage slowly drove through the long street. The horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone and made a clicking sound. The wooden axle wheels rolled forward.

With.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a magnificent official residence. The teacup-sized copper nails on the red lacquer door gleamed, and on the plaque on the top of the door were the five large gold lacquer characters of 'Guoguo General's Mansion' written by the imperial pen.

The thick red lacquer door opened solemnly, and the carriage drove smoothly into the general's mansion.

Sitting on the shaft of the car was a young man in his twenties, with a lean and strong build, slightly dark skin, and a sharp complexion. He was wearing a neat black outfit, with a sword on his waist, and a stern look on his face.

Driving a carriage.

After the carriage stopped, the young man got out of the carriage neatly, turned around and respectfully reminded the people in the carriage, "Second Master, we have arrived."

Guangbai stretched out his hand to lift the curtain for his master, and then a young man with an extremely handsome face stepped out of the carriage.

The young man was seen wearing a purple official robe, with a curved collar and large sleeves, a horizontal dart on the lower train, a gold belt with wrapped flowers around his waist, and black boots on his feet.

The man is about 20 years old, with a face like a crown cloud, an elegant temperament, and the corners of his thin lips are slightly raised, as if he was born with a smile, making him very approachable.

It's just that his slightly pale face adds a sense of frailty to his handsome complexion, just like an extremely valuable and beautiful fragile thing.

Song Shaoqin slightly brushed his official robe, his tall and straight figure was a bit thin. This purple official robe was supposed to be solemn and dignified, but when it was worn on him, it made him particularly gentle and elegant.

Gui seems to have the air of a knowledgeable civil servant.

"Is there any news from brother?"

Song Shaoqin asked his entourage as he walked towards the study, his clear voice containing some imperceptible emotions.

Guangbai, who was following his master, replied with a serious face, "I received the prince's letter an hour ago, and I have put it on the desk."

Hearing this, Song Shaoqin silently quickened his pace, walked through several pavilions and corridors and walked straight into Chang'an Courtyard.

"Second Master, you are back." Maidong, the young man guarding the study, saw his master's figure and immediately straightened his body to say hello.

Song Shaoqin asked as usual, "Is everything going well at home today?"
Chapter completed!