The capital Chang'an.

Jianzhang Palace, with its gold tiles, red walls, carved beams and painted buildings, is extraordinary. Outside the palace gate, a handsome young man in brocade clothes and feather crowns lingers.

Such a majestic and solemn scene seems to have appeared in distant memory.

It's like a past life, like a dream.

This person is none other than Wei Zimo.

It's strange. From the age of three to fifteen, this was the first time for him to go down the mountain, and he had never been to Chang'an.

This scene is so familiar. Did you ever stay in the imperial palace in the capital in your previous life?

Wei Zimo, who had arrived in the capital, was no longer dressed mysteriously in a bamboo hat and raincoat. He looked like a young master from a noble family. No one knew him anyway.

He has a lot of money, and it is easy to make a gorgeous dress. If you don't enjoy it, you won't enjoy it. As for the noble aura, Wei Zimo has this potential innately, and there is no need to pretend it deliberately.

Before going down the mountain, Mr. Xiyue told him that if he wanted to see his adoptive father Wei Fuli, he should wear more luxurious clothes, so as not to make him think that life on the mountain was miserable. In fact, life on the mountain was indeed miserable, but Wei Zi was not miserable.

Mo, the second-level food standard is no worse than that of regular dignitaries. It can even be said to be better, after all, game is constantly available in the Xiyue Peak.

I set off at midnight last night, riding my horse and whipping my whip all the way, chatting and laughing with Mu Chenxue, but I was not in a hurry. When I arrived in Chang'an this morning, Wei Zimo put Mu Chenxue in an inn in the southern suburbs.

Mr. Xiyue said that Wei Fuli was the leader of Longqiao Camp. No one in the world knew this secret, including the young emperor of the current dynasty. Longqiao Camp was founded by Liu Bang, the founding emperor, and was awarded the Lingxu Divine Sword.

The superiors can rebuke the cowardly kings, and the inferiors can kill the greedy ministers. A hundred years ago, the Han Dynasty was stable, the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful, so Longqiaoying was eliminated and disappeared from the world.

Now it would be a big deal if the Grand Sima Wang Mang's intention to usurp the throne was revealed, and if he knew that the Longqiao camp was back in action, and that the leader of the camp was actually a high-ranking member of the imperial court.

Therefore, Wei Zimo would never let Mu Chenxue know who he was going to see.

Before entering the capital, Wei Zimo climbed up to the top of the Dongshan Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing alone. Looking at the vast imperial palace in the capital, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Mingguang Palace, Changle Palace, Weiyang Palace... there must be beauties like clouds, playing the flute every night, singing and dancing, how prosperous and noble it must be!

After descending from Dongshan Mountain, Wei Zimo came to Changle Palace by accident. Gazing at the majestic aura outside was not enough, so he instinctively walked towards the palace gate with strict guards.

"stop!"

The guard guarding the door gave a sharp shout, and immediately four spear points were pressed against Wei Zimo's chest. A chill spread throughout his body, and Wei Zimo felt the breath of death for the first time.

Is the forbidden area of ​​the palace a place where ordinary people can come and go at will? As long as Wei Zimo resists even a little bit, the soldiers guarding the gate can kill him on the spot without asking. Of course, with Wei Zimo's ability, there are four things in front of him.

Not even a single soldier could touch a hair on his head.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a certain reluctance in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Master Jun, I just want to take a look, just take a look!"

The guard got angry: "Go away, the holy land of the Royal Palace, how can you and other ordinary people just see it if they want to?"

The tip of the gun moved a few inches closer.

Wei Zimo closed his eyes, and an unknown fire rose in his chest. But the important thing was not to cause an uproar at the entrance of the palace before meeting his adoptive father.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, an officer suddenly came from the arch.

"What's up?"

The four soldiers looked back at the visitor and froze. Not only did they not put away their spears, they also brought the tip of the spear closer, almost scratching Wei Zimo's high-end clothes.

One of them reported back: "Report to Commander Min that this person broke into the palace gate without permission."

"oh?"

The officer known as Commander Min walked around Wei Zimo and saw that this man was not only gorgeously dressed and had an extraordinary temperament; he also had a calm demeanor facing the four spear points pressed against his chest.

Commander Min immediately waved his hand to the four extremely nervous guards and said with a faint smile: "There is no need to be so nervous. This young master must be just looking at the door, right?"

This tone was obviously trying to smooth things over for Wei Zimo.

The four guards immediately withdrew their spears and took their positions to guard outside the palace gate.

Wei Zimo unconsciously looked at Commander Min carefully. He was less than thirty years old. Judging from his attire, he was indeed the commander of the Forbidden Army, and should be a third-grade military attache.

So he nodded slightly, expressed a simple idea, and turned around to leave without following what Commander Min just said.

Commander Min was left standing dumbly outside the attack gate, staring at Wei Zimo's back in a daze.

Of course, Wei Zimo's purpose was not just to take a look at the palace gate. The guard was right, he really wanted to "break into the palace without permission."

In the mountains, Mr. Huiyue introduced him to Chang'an Palace countless times, from Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty to Emperor Ping of the Han Dynasty, from Changle Palace to Weiyang Palace... Wei Zimo fantasized about going to Long Live Point countless times.

…

At this time in the Chang'an Palace, Emperor Ping of the Han Dynasty was indeed just a puppet.

The political power of the Western Han Dynasty was actually in the hands of two people.

The first person is naturally the Empress Dowager Wang Zhengjun. She has been listening to politics behind the curtain and planning the world.

The second person was the Grand Sima Wang Mang, who was in charge of state affairs under the instructions of the Empress Dowager. When all the officials went to court, they all gathered in the east hall of the imperial court to listen to his instructions.

Wang Mang, who was in charge behind the scenes, launched a series of reform measures, the most popular of which was the new policy on court employment. Based on the principle of "pardoning minor offenses and promoting talents," regardless of past grudges, people were promoted on their merits.

In just three months, everyone in the country concentrated on pursuing progress, and the atmosphere among the people and the officialdom was upright and peaceful.

The little emperor was so happy that he was given the title Anhan Gong.

The nine-year-old little emperor was actually still a child. What did he know? It was not the Empress Dowager who had the final say on the matter of conferring titles to nobles. Liu Changgao had to agree even if he was unhappy.

In the winter months, the city of Chang'an was covered with a vast expanse of white snow, but the spring scenery was bright inside the palace, and the hearts of the civil servants and military officers were full of vitality.

Only Weiwei's mansion was in a haze, still filled with a sad atmosphere of national mourning.

…

Weiwei, one of the Nine Ministers, is the highest officer who leads the guards to guard the palace and controls the military power of the Yulin Army.

The weather in late winter is inherently unclear, and the Weiwei Mansion shrouded in haze is even darker.

In the main hall of Weiwei Mansion, a middle-aged man was wandering in the room, sometimes burying his head in meditation and walking faster, sometimes looking out the window uncertainly.

This man is rich and majestic, with rich clothes and a jade crown. His face is clear-cut, and his eyes are like torches. Although he is over 40 years old, he still retains his handsome appearance.

He is Wei Fuli, the owner of Weiwei Mansion.

Wang Mang became the Grand Sima and held great power, so he immediately took action against the Wei family. Naturally, Wei Fuli was also a member of the Wei family and a distant relative of the emperor. Wang Mang did not even spare the emperor's father and mother, so it was Wei's turn next.

The husband is separated.

Fortunately, they are only distant relatives. At least Wang Mang has not touched Wei Fuli yet. However, the life of the ant in the hot pot is not easy. Maybe Wei Fuli will be sent to Zhongshan Kingdom at some time. This is lucky. If

Just list any crime and the solution will be miserable!

Wei Fuli lingered in the room for half a stick of incense, but his mood still couldn't calm down.

Tomorrow, Mo'er should arrive. We haven't seen him for three years. He should have matured a little more, his martial arts has improved a lot, and he should have practiced the Lingxu Sword to the extreme...

…

It's getting dark. Where is Weiwei's Mansion?

Wei Zimo walked alone on the streets of Zhang'an, feeling extremely depressed.

I haven’t seen my adoptive father in three years. Has he become a little older?

Mr. Xiyue told him that he was sent to Xiyue Peak by his adoptive father Wei Fuli when he was three years old. In the following fifteen years, he and his adoptive father only met nine times in total.

Master also said that Wei Zimo lost his mother when he was young, and it was Wei Fuli who was both a father and a mother, pooping and peeing when he grew up. Although they met very rarely, Wei Fuli cared about him very much. He had to do it as a last resort.

He will not be allowed to perform tasks.

…

"Someone is coming!"

Wei Fuli lingered for a long time, suddenly stopped and called out the door.

There were rapid footsteps outside the door, which did not sound like those of a guard.

"Sir, the person you were waiting for has arrived."

Hearing the voice outside the door, it turned out to be the deputy general, Du Wei Wei Baichang.

"Ah? So fast? Come in quickly, come in quickly!"

Wei Fuli couldn't help but be excited, and immediately ran over and opened the door himself.

His excitement was a bit abnormal, and he did not have the demeanor of a guard captain at all.

As soon as the door opened, Wei Baichang was followed by a handsome young man in gorgeous clothes, which immediately surprised Wei Fuli.

"Sir, I saw the young master wandering outside the door. He must be..."

Wei Baichang kept hunching over, and Wei Zimo hurriedly hunched over too.

"Mo'er, come here and let me take a good look at you."

When Wei Zimo looked up, he was suddenly surprised and happy.

"Father..."

Wei Fuli was filled with joy: "Mo'er, it must have been a tiring journey. My father was worried that you could not find the Weiwei Mansion, so he sent many subordinates to secretly inquire around the capital. I never thought that you would come to the house yourself.
To be continued...