Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

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After hearing this, Zhenniang's face was relieved, her brows lit up with joy, and she said: "What the slave family means is that the promise made by the high officials to the slave family in Golmud City, Tubo, will be fulfilled when they return to Longxi?"

"The promise in the city of Golmud in Tubo? Zhenniang, what do you mean specifically?"

Zhenniang was anxious for a while, secretly annoyed, could it be that the high officials forgot about the vows of the mountain alliance that day?

All of a sudden, Zhenniang got up suddenly, and boldly said: "On that day, you said that you will return to Chang'an, a high official, and you will give it to my slave..."

"Guo Ye, Guo Ye!!"

Before Zhenniang could finish speaking, she was interrupted abruptly by an abrupt call, and she froze on the spot.

She couldn't help turning her head to look in the direction of the courtyard door bitterly, to see which uninvited guest was such a big deal.

Turning his head and looking around, Changsun Yumo had rushed into the courtyard covered in scorching sweat, and was running quickly towards where the two of them were sitting.

Zhenniang said secretly, she was so angry that she would not come sooner or later, but at this time she disturbed other people's good things.

Changsun Yumo strode up to Guo Ye, stopped and bent over, panting heavily, and shouted, "Grandma, you almost ran away to kill me, huh huh... come, have a drink, let me drink it." Be smooth."

Guo Ye stood up suddenly, and ordered to Zhenniang habitually: "Zhenniang, go, get a bowl of tea soup for the grandson."

Apparently, Guo Ye's attention was shifted to his eldest grandson Yumo at this time, and he put aside the speech that Zhenniang wanted to hide just now.

Zhenniang was already annoyed at the sudden interruption by her grandson Yumo, but now seeing Guo Ye's heartlessness, she immediately lowered her face and hummed, "No!"

After spitting, he flicked his sleeves and turned around, never paying attention to this side again.

"Your sister, did you take gunpowder?"

Guo Ye scratched his head for a while, puzzled, and then signaled his elder Sun Yumo to sit down and rest.

After the elder Sun Yu was out of breath, he said: "Zhen Niang guessed that she was going to leave Chang'an, she was not feeling well? By the way, didn't your boy be grounded at home by your father? Why did you run to me again in the early morning?" Are you here? Could it be that your parents, Mr. Sun, have released you because of your good behavior recently?"

"Fart is lifted, he has his plan, I have my ladder, no one wants to surrender, hum!"

Changsun Yumo said angrily, "I'll be restrained at every turn. As long as I don't follow his wishes, he won't let me out of the house. What kind of a thing is this? Guo Ye, you said there is such a cruel old man in the world?" ?"

Guo Ye thought to himself, who told you that you can't live up to yourself and insist on confronting him everywhere?

But there was a burst of laughter in his mouth and he said: "Hey, every family has scriptures that are hard to recite, and it's hard for an upright official to break up housework. What do you want me to say? Hey, you didn't come here today to complain to me, did you?" ?”

"Tch, you're just ghosts and ghosts. They say that every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, but this scripture in my family is the most difficult to recite. And you don't know, the reason why I was grounded by him this time is not a crime. What a big mistake, it's just that my old man is not authentic enough, he refuses to help with even a little help, and he even said that I was meddling in my own business, and asked me to shut myself up and meditate on my mistakes, I will go!"

Changsun Yumo opened the gate of the reservoir with a stomach full of bitterness, slammed it out, and then stopped abruptly, stuck in the chatter box, slapped himself on the forehead, and said resentfully: "My God! , Why am I telling you such nonsense? I almost forgot about the business. I came here today to tell you that something happened last night, something big happened. "

"hold head high?"

Guo Ye was also confused by this kid's appearance all at once, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "What happened?"

As if he didn't hear Guo Ye's question, Changsun Yumo continued to follow his own mind and said, "You should go to the Shu Palace today, find Li Ke, and see if you can leave Chang'an for Shuzhong early. Otherwise , if you stay in Chang'an for a few more days, I guess that old man Xiao Yu will try his best for you, and he will not stop dying."

Xiao Yu is desperately fighting with herself, is she still going to die?

I'm stupid, it can't be so serious, right?

Suddenly, a posing figure appeared in Guo Ye's mind, Xiao Yu's coquettish concubine——Yang Jiuhong!

Could it be that the affair between my buddies and Yang Jiuhong in the Red Mansion Villa came to light, the old man Xiao Yu was unwilling to be cuckolded by me, and wanted to find me desperately?

Immediately, Guo Ye shouted with a serious face: "Stop talking, hurry up and tell me what happened last night?"

Changsun Yumo quickly stopped talking, and said very concisely: "Yesterday, as soon as the collection of virtuous poems ended, Xiao Shen died and returned to the mansion with a mournful face like a father."

Guo Ye heaved a rough sigh of relief. It turned out that it was for Xiao Shen's sake, so he couldn't help but scornfully said: "Jixian Poetry Conference is his own humiliation, who can be blamed? Is it possible that his son's skills are not as good as others, and he lost face and went out?" Ugly, Xiao Yu, a father, wants to come forward and seek revenge on me? Then he is too shameless, anyway, he is also the right servant of the court minister, the servant of His Majesty."

"Oh, if only it were that simple!"

Changsun Yumo shook his head and sighed, moved his body closer to Guo Ye's ear and told the truth...

He spoke softly and slowly.

Guo Ye, on the other hand, was shocked, looking at him with disbelief in his eyes, finally couldn't calm down, and exclaimed in surprise: "What? You said Xiao Shen committed suicide by throwing himself into a well last night? I'm sorry, I'm sorry , Benima scares me!"

The heavy news brought by Changsun Yumo was such a thunderous sound that it almost scared Guo Ye out of his wits.

Chapter 637

Xiao Shen, this annoying guy actually committed suicide by throwing himself into a well last night!

Guo Yewei was really overwhelmed by the news, and repeatedly confirmed to Changsun Yumo: "Are you sure? You won't be spreading rumors, right?"

Changsun Yumo nodded affirmatively, and said: "This matter can't be faked, it's already gone crazy early this morning. And when I passed by the gate of Xiao's mansion, I saw that the servants coming in and out of the gate of Xiao's mansion were all dressed in sackcloth. Dai Xiao, I reckon the funeral will start today."

Changsun Yumo said so convincingly, Guo Ye couldn't help but not believe it.

However, he still asked a little suspiciously: "With Xiao Shen's temperament, he still has the courage to commit suicide by throwing himself into a well, which is beyond people's expectations. Eldest grandson, could it be that Xiao Shen was depressed after being frustrated at the Wei Palace yesterday?" , and then got so drunk that he stumbled into the well and drowned himself?"

Changsun Yumo shook his head, and said: "Stop talking, drinking too much? How is this possible. But you are on the right track. I heard that Xiao Shen was deeply ashamed because he was provoked by you in the Wei Palace yesterday. He threw himself into the well because he couldn't think about it for a while. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to your house early in the morning to inform you. Or, is he alive or dead, doing my shit?"

I am sloppy, with a heart of glass, under Xiao Shen's acerbic, despicable and shameless appearance, there is definitely a fragile heart of glass.

Guo Ye snorted angrily: "Yesterday in Wei Wang's mansion, he was the one who provoked first, and the second was to bring shame on himself. He couldn't think of jumping into a well to commit suicide, so it's none of my business?"

Changsun Yumo said: "Normal people know that Xiao Shen seeks death by himself, and it has nothing to do with you. But the key point is that old man Xiao Yu is a normal person? You have repeatedly opposed the Xiao family. You are stimulated by fighting poetry, do you think that old bastard Xiao Yu will put this shit on your head? Don’t think about all these things are gone, let’s leave Chang’an and return to Shu with the king of Shu early. Xiao Yu is mourning My son, it's like cutting off the incense, I think I'm going to go crazy with you, you'd better hide from this old thing."

"Grass... What a fucking disaster!"

Guo Ye was extremely depressed and asked, "Why do you think he will go crazy at me? There are still seven or eight days left before leaving Chang'an."

"Him? Today is just a holiday, so he won't come early. If my guess is right, he should be on his way to the palace to meet my uncle by now, and he will definitely confess your sins in front of my uncle, please. Uncle made the decision for him."

"You mean he went to the emperor to complain?"

Guo Ye subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the palace, and spat bitterly: "Damn, at any rate, he was shot by the right servant of the Minister of the Dynasty. That's the only point of success, idiot!"

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The imperial palace, in Sufeng Hall.

His Majesty Li Er hadn't woken up for long and was having breakfast.Because there is no need for an early morning today, he usually gets up early at Mao, but today he slept late and didn't get up until the hour was almost past.

While having breakfast, he read the Chang'an Morning News that just came out today.

Since the Chang'an Morning Post became famous in Chang'an, His Majesty Li Er has developed the habit of reading the Chang'an Morning Post every breakfast time, so that he can further understand the sufferings of the people and the voices of the people.

After all, as the king of a country, he lives in the palace all day long, and if he wants to know things outside the high and thick palace walls, the only choice other than private visits in micro-services is to use newspapers.

The headline on the front page of today's Chang'an Morning Post is none other than "Jixian Poetry Association's Top Talents, Guo Ye's Hundred Poems Against Wine".