The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

Telling him not to make things difficult for this person, Xue Lang asked her to write a blank paper, revealing that she had left.

After promising that he would help her stop the people in Li's residence, Xue Lang took the paper and watched the two of them leave with a smile in his eyes.

Miss Li paused, her eyes finally regained consciousness, and she bowed deeply to Xue Lang: "Thank you, my lord."

Xue Lang didn't look at her, turned his head and left, "saving" her seemed to be just a whim.

The curfew hadn't been lifted yet, Xue Lang was thinking about the cup of rough wine he drank in the brothel during the day, and the wine shop hadn't opened yet, so he had to go home and take out the daughter Hong he had just buried.

Yan Li took the order to leave and told his subordinates to follow the plan. When he came back, he saw Xue Lang lying on the rocking chair, seemingly asleep, with an empty jar of wine in his arms.

The whole house was silent, he didn't dare to offend his master, so he just took off the cloak on the shelf and put it on Xue Lang.

Xue Lang opened his eyes instantly, but there was no one in front of him, and the cloak on his body showed that he was not hallucinating.

He chuckled lightly, put his arms into the cloak, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, the sky was bright and no one came to urge him to eat, but when he woke up, there was a bowl of porridge and a few dishes on the table.

While drinking porridge, Xue Lang's eyes narrowed slightly. It's time to buy some servants today.

Whether it was the years when he was a proton or the years when he was in the army, almost all of his food and daily life were handed over to Yan Li. He was obviously the same age as him, but he had to always think about taking care of himself.

Now that he returned to Chang'an, his life would not be in danger for the time being, so it was time for him, the hard-working shadow guard, to rest.

After returning to the room to wash for a while, Xue Lang changed his clothes and walked out refreshed. At the same time, a few courtiers with gloomy faces came towards the "poor and dilapidated" Prince Li's Mansion.

The palace servants were stopped at the gate of the mansion by the Beiyan soldiers brought back by Xue Lang, and the butler hurriedly ran to the backyard, saying that several father-in-laws had come with an arrogant attitude and insisted on seeing him.

Xue Lang smiled, ignored it, and did what he was supposed to do, until an imperial decree came crashing in, and he calmly put down his ink and pen, and walked out the door with the bubbling butler.

The faces of the people outside the door were getting darker than the last one. Xue Lang was in a happy mood. After seeing him, he knelt down to accept the order.

It's not a big deal, just take care of the trivial matter of Xue Lang keeping the door behind closed doors to thank guests, and let him learn the royal etiquette.

Seeing his smiling face, the palace people thought that the young prince was weak and deceitful, and just about to get angry, they saw King Li revealing the imperial decree, passing them, and walking out of the mansion in a dawdly manner.

The father-in-law stood outside the threshold, belittling him in a strange way: "Prince Li, what do you mean? Our family has been waiting for you all morning, and we haven't even had a sip of tea."

Xue Lang paused, waved his hands, and said with a smile: "Housekeeper, make a pot of good tea for the father-in-law, and leave after eating."

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I came back and read it again and felt that the writing was too bad. I should re-edit it when I have time. Thank you, cute, for catching bugs~

2. Chapter 2

Leaving the carriage, Xue Lang deliberately slowed down his pace, carrying the imperial decree of Minghuang in his pocket, even though he was reluctant, he had to go to the holy decree today no matter what.

Seeing that it was not yet time for the next morning court, this time I went back, like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, unable to escape in a short time, taking the opportunity to eat something to fill my stomach was more urgent than seeing the emperor.

The afternoon in early autumn is always refreshing, the strong wind in the market will roll up the dead leaves that will not fall, and turn them around again and again, the nose tip is like a green bamboo shoot after the rain.

The sun shrank into the clouds, and after a while, the sky darkened. Passers-by wrapped their robes tightly, hoping to go home early, so that they could take a nap and welcome the refreshing autumn season.

With his hands behind his back, Xue Lang walked through all of this without haste, walked into the palace wall, and isolated it all.

I still remember that the tall horse returned to Beijing yesterday, and the people admired it, but now it is ostentatious in the market, and no one pays attention to it.

Emperor Qing went into the imperial study to deal with political affairs. His lunch was hot and cold, and he waited at the door of the imperial study. His confidant, Eunuch Chen, was also guarding the door, with his eyebrows lowered and his breath restrained. .

Xue Lang approached with a slight smile: "Trouble my father-in-law to report, and my son begged to see the emperor."

Seeing him alone, with the same demeanor as before, still proud and handsome, Eunuch Chen couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what a pity.

Without those four years of proton life, Xue Lang would definitely not be as "down and out" as he is now.

Eunuch Chen pushed open the door of the Imperial Study Room, and closed it again under Xue Lang's gaze, with a creak, which disturbed the past.

"Your Majesty, King Li is begging to see you."

After the trial, the slightly depressed Emperor Qing put down the mountain of papers and sighed: "Xuan."

When Xue Lang went in, he picked up the food box, and the palace servants looked at him in surprise, and he smiled, no matter what he was thinking, he had done enough.

"My son sees my father."

Emperor Qing raised his eyes and looked at the centrifuged son at the bottom of the steps. Eunuch Chen followed him into the door, took the food box from Xue Lang's hand, and put it on the small table beside him.

After a while of oppressive momentum, Emperor Qing finally let him go: "Get up."

Xue Lang got up obediently, without any intention, and looked at the emperor of Daqing from a distance, with a smile on his face and dark eyes.

"Bucai," Emperor Qing got up from the case, and after giving orders to Eunuch Chen, he came to see Xue Lang again, "Sit down and have something to eat with me."

Xue Lang responded, "Yes."

He knew that Emperor Qing was looking for something to suppress him again.

Sure enough, only two chopsticks were loosely picked up, and the rice in the bowl was still intact. Emperor Qing stared at him and asked, "Do you blame me for sending you to Chu?"

Whether to complain or not, isn't there a result? But in fact, he knew that Emperor Qing's decision was not wrong, and it wasn't his fault.

So Xue Lang put down the bowl and chopsticks, lowered his eyes and replied, "Never."

For some reason, Emperor Qing saw an emotion called grievance from the top of his head. He sighed, after all, he owed his son, and wanted to make up for it: "Back then..."

Xue Lang interrupted him neither sad nor happy: "I understand."

In some respects, Xue Lang is actually very similar to him, but it is precisely because of this that he dislikes Xue Lang.

He concealed his emotions, and lightly started another topic: "Why don't you come to the morning court today?"

Xue Lang sat upright, and replied earnestly: "My minister just returned to Beijing yesterday. The horses and carriages are exhausted, so it is not suitable to be tired. I implore the emperor's permission so that my minister will not have to go to court early."

This is also the purpose of this trip. There are mixed truths in this statement. Anyway, he is really not interested in waking up early in the morning to listen to those sour scholars fighting with each other, and he is also worried that he will accidentally smash the court.

"Nonsense!" Emperor Qing slapped the small table heavily, showing his anger, "You should teach me the rules of Daqing!"

Xue Lang couldn't help but sneered, didn't he say that sentence, you remember that I'm from Daqing?

Eunuch Chen kept an eye on his nose, his nose and his heart, seeing too many father and son scolding battles in the Yushufang, and he could deal with it calmly.

Xue Lang left the small table, stood up and saluted modestly: "Father, calm down."

Emperor Qing's anger still persisted, and he could not refuse and said: "Tomorrow, Zhen will give you a marriage, you should take care of your wild heart."

Xue Lang bowed again: "Father, let me tell you, my son is not in the mood for love, so I implore my father to take it back."

"impossible!"

Dare to disobey the current Holy Majesty again and again, King Li is also considered the first person. Eunuch Chen went into his left ear and out of his right ear. He took a moment to look outside the door, and the palace people retreated vigilantly.

Xue Lang raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips. A self-restraining and courteous son of the royal family suddenly turned into a cynical little rascal.

"I don't know which woman my father has fallen in love with?"

It sounded like there was still room, Emperor Qing's anger gradually subsided, and he gave Eunuch Chen a look. Eunuch Chen understood, took out two portraits, and said one after the other: "This is the daughter of the Zhong family, this is the daughter of the Li family. .”

Xue Lang raised his chin and asked in surprise, "I heard that Li's daughter is no longer in the mansion."

Emperor Qing frowned: "Stop talking nonsense."

Xue Lang was not annoyed, saying that he had been walking through the streets and alleys today, and had heard a lot of rumors that the Li family daughter had gone away with her lover last night.

Not to mention traveling far away, but just talking about the fact that Li's daughter has a lover, Emperor Qing knew that this line would not work, so Eunuch Chen rolled up the portrait, leaving only Zhong's daughter.

Xue Lang looked at it seriously, and Emperor Qing thought he was quite satisfied, but Xue Lang's face turned serious, and he said displeasedly: "Father, how can this girl be born so ugly?"

Immediately, he ignored Emperor Qing's slightly stunned expression, and continued: "Although a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, but my son likes good-looking ones, please take it back."

"Bastard!" Emperor Qing threw the chopsticks in his hand viciously, and Xue Lang picked them up without hesitation, with a childish stubbornness on his face.

"I also ask my father to take it back."

Emperor Qing was very angry, his chest heaved violently, and after he finished his breath, he looked at Youyou Youzai's son. Instead, Emperor Qing calmed down and said with an elder's attitude: "You read the Four Books and Five Classics like this when you talk about a woman's appearance indiscriminately. ?!"

Xue Lang didn't say anything, he was afraid that Emperor Qing would be pissed off if he said it.

Emperor Qing closed his eyes, and then said without discussion: "You can't refuse this matter, I and your mother and concubine will arrange everything, and you will wait for news in the mansion."

"Your Majesty, just tell me to ground me." Xue Lang smiled heartlessly, but his tone was extremely firm, "Father, I will not marry the daughter of the Zhong family."

Unless you want children to rebel.

He didn't say that, he was fledgling, and it wasn't suitable for him to be exposed, but it didn't mean he would be manipulated by others.

Taking advantage of Emperor Qing's anger, he added to the anger: "My son is a broken sleeve, and you don't want to hear the news that King Li of Daqing is a bad sleeved man the next day, right?"

"You dare to threaten me!?" Emperor Qing was so angry that his head was dizzy, and he did not get down on the small table.

Xue Lang bowed his head: "Don't dare."

The room was quiet for a while, Xue Lang stood upright, preferring to bend rather than bend.

"Okay, very good," Qing