This is embarrassing!

Yang Feixue's heartfelt congratulations and Han Yi's true feelings are all based on the premise that Yang Feixue will leave Chang'an tomorrow. If he doesn't leave, then this misunderstanding will be a big deal.`

Han Yi could not imagine the scene of meeting Yang Feixue again in Chang'an.

It's really not too beautiful.

However, from the overall perspective, Han Yi still hopes that Yang Sine can stay in Chang'an because Yang Sine has a special relationship with him, which Han Yi and other ministers do not have. Simply put, Li Zhi's activation of Yang Sine is still very different from the activation of others. Han Yi even hopes to help Yang Sine fight for the position of censor, but he doesn't like to force others to do things. He is accustomed to respecting other people's ideas and will not force others.

Yang Feixue didn't know that Han Yi had been here. She was still sitting in front of the window, holding her pointed chin with one hand, staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky, hoping that she could send her sorrow to the bright moon, but unfortunately, her innocent heart was getting more and more painful.

"Flying snow!"

Suddenly I heard someone shouting outside the window.

Yang Feixue was slightly stunned. When she turned around, she saw Yang Zhanfei standing outside the house and responded, "Second brother, is there anything wrong?"

There was a hint of sorrow between Yang Zhanfei's eyebrows and said, "It was my father who asked me to tell me that we will not leave Chang'an for the time being!"

"ah?"

Yang Feixue opened her mouth slightly, stunned, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow in her heart!

Cui Mansion!

"Ji Ren, you are here so late, why don't you come to play chess with your father?"

Cui Yixuan looked at Cui Jieren who had just entered the door and smiled.

Cui Jieren hurriedly stepped forward, ignored the salute, and said excitedly: "From the father, the opportunity has come."

Cui Yixuan was slightly stunned and said, "Why is the opportunity here?"

"Censor!"

Cui Jieren said excitedly: "Now this censor can be said to be something from his father's bag."

Cui Yixuan was stunned. He thought about it all over and over and had nothing to do with him. Why did the censor become his belongings and said, "Jiu Bian, where do you start?"

Cui Jie said: "I must have heard from my father that His Majesty wanted to promote Han Yi to the Chief Censor of the Censor, but he was beaten back by the ministers."

Cui Yixuan nodded and said, "I heard from your uncle, but it is reasonable. Han Yi is so old that he wants to be the chief censor. How is this possible? The uncle and uncle took many years to push Zhang Ming to this position."

Cui Jieren smiled and said, "Not only that, it also shows that Your Majesty is currently in poverty. I guess Your Majesty should also realize this. This is your opportunity to follow your father!"

Cui Yixuan was slightly surprised and said, "Did you let me surrender to Your Majesty?"

Cui Jieren nodded and said, "Now, as long as you follow the memorial from your father, your nephew dares to use his life to guarantee it, the censor will definitely fall on the head of your father."

Cui Yixuan said curiously: "What memorial?"

Cui Jieren raised his lips and said, "Support Wu Zhaoyi as the queen!"

Cui Yixuan was shocked, "Support---Support Wu Zhaoyi as the queen?"

Cui Jieren nodded and said, "Not bad."

Cui Yixuan said unhappily: "Aren't you messing around? Wu Zhaoyi came from a poor family. What kind of virtue can she be? Why should she be the queen?"

Cui Jie said: "Father, now I am not asking you to support the queen, but to support Your Majesty. Wu Zhaoyi is not the queen, it is just your Majesty's will. It has nothing to do with origin or ethics, but it is just a power struggle. Your Majesty clearly wants to use this matter to regain the imperial power. I asked my Father to submit this memorial to help him seize this key position. Wu Zhaoyi is a reason to show loyalty."

Cui Yixuan shook his head and said, "Even so, I want to submit this memorial. Can my uncle let me go? What will the people in the world think of me?"

Cui Jie said: "Father, our Cui family has always been incompatible with the Changsun family. Even if you don't submit this memorial, will the uncle regard you as a friend? If you make any mistake, the uncle will definitely not let you go. As for the people in the world? Haha, when the uncle killed the King of Wu, he never considered what the people in the world would think?"

Cui Yixuan glanced at Cui Jieren and said earnestly: "Ji Ren, you have to understand that if this censor is so easy to behave, someone has already submitted a recommendation. Why do everyone avoid talking about this matter? Are they all afraid of revenge by the uncle?"

"Those people are just mediocre people."

Cui Jieren stomped his feet in a hurry and said, "Now Han Yi has pointed out the road, it depends on who dares to go up. Why did Han Yi become the royal envoy? Isn't he just seeing that His Majesty is in a crisis now, so he chose to help him in time. Think about why Zhuge Kongming chose to surrender to Liu Bei instead of Cao Cao. This is a truth. His Majesty is the only one in his hands. How can he not protect him with all his strength? Similarly, if you support His Majesty with all your strength, His Majesty will definitely have the power to protect you. Although His Majesty's power is not as good as that of his uncle, it is still more than enough to protect his father alone."

Cui Yixuan was silent when he heard this. It was fake. The censor, a third-rank official, and a deputy prime minister. However, the interests are always accompanied by risks. Now the haze of Fang Yiai's case has not completely disappeared. It is definitely fake to say that he is not afraid of Changsun Wuji. He thought about it and said, "Jiu Ren, even so, don't submit a memorial to support Wu Zhaoyi as the queen. This is a complete breakup with the uncle. In fact, you can choose another way to support Your Majesty."

Cui Jie said: "It's time since my father, and hesitation will only ruin this great opportunity. Either you don't do it, and do it thoroughly. If you don't break up with your uncle, your Majesty will not let you be the censor."

This is Changsun Wuji!

Yang Sine was in her prime and honest age and did not dare to offend Changsun Wuji. Besides, Cui Yixuan was nearly 70 years old and his spirit was about to disappear. Unlike Cui Jieren, who was still very panicked when he was full of energy. Suddenly, such a nephew came and asked him to go to oppose the first person in the dynasty. Isn’t this intention to make people unable to sleep? His head was dizzy for a moment and said, “Let me think about it again.”

Cui Jieren said anxiously: "Father, this opportunity must not be missed!"

"Enough!"

Cui Yixuan shouted.

"My nephew was anxious for a moment and ran into obedience. Please forgive me."

When Cui Jieren saw Cui Yixuan getting angry, he knew that he had lost his composure and quickly bowed and apologized.

Cui Yixuan sighed and said, "Okay, I know you have a good intention, but this is not a trivial matter. I have to think more about it."

"Yes, my nephew understands."

Cui Jieren took out a memorial from his sleeve and said, "My nephew has already written this memorial for his father and put it here first. My nephew has surrendered."

Early morning.

At this time of year, Lu Shigua often goes up the mountain to collect herbs. This morning, the family leaves the city gate early and walks to the suburbs.

After walking for more than ten miles, when passing by a pavilion, Lu Shigua suddenly stopped and looked at the pavilion. He saw an old man in the pavilion nodding at him with a smile. He nodded slightly and said to Liu Qin and Lu Zhilian: "You can wait here for a while first."

After saying that, he went to the pavilion and bowed, "Mr. Lu met his uncle."

The old man in the pavilion was Changsun Wuji. He smiled and said, "I'm waiting for you."

Mr. Lu was surprised and said, "My uncle is waiting for juniors."

Changsun Wuji nodded and reached out and said, "Sit down."

"yes."

After Lu Shigua sat down, Changsun Wuji said, "About Zhang Ming, no matter what, I have to thank you. I know that you are still trying to give Zhang Ming a clean end in the end."

Lu Shi Gua is not a smooth person. He said truthfully: "I don't want to give Zhang Ming a clean heart, but I hope I can be ashamed of it. That's all, I really can't bear it."

"Okay, you are the Lu Master Gua, it hasn't changed at all."

Having said that, Changsun Wuji was not annoyed at all. Instead, he laughed and said, "I have always admired your personality very much. There is also someone like you in the court."

Mr. Lu frowned and said nothing.

Changsun Wuji said: "I know you are not a beating person, so I told you straight to you. I hope you can be the Chief Censor. But don't get me wrong. I don't want you to help me do things, but I think that you are very suitable for this position and that you can contribute to the Tang Dynasty."

A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Shigua's eyes, but he calmed down immediately. The key was that he was not very interested in power. He thought for a while and bowed: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't have the will to this, so I really embarrass myself on the heavy responsibility. Sorry, sorry."

Changsun Wuji said: "If a man does not have this ambition, then where are you?"

Mr. Lu said in a humble and arrogant way: "First ask for a clear conscience and no intention."

Changsun Wuji was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I won't force you."

"Thank you for your understanding!"

Lu Shigua stood up and said, "Then I will say goodbye first."

Changsun Wuji nodded.

After the Lu Shi Gua left, an aide next to Changsun Wuji couldn't help asking: "Lord, isn't this Lu Shi Gua your Majesty's person?"

Changsun Wuji said: "If it weren't for this, even if I thought about it, he wouldn't be the Chief Censor. Instead of letting a villain like Xu Jingzong sit in this seat, I would rather let an upright person like Lu Shigua sit on it."

It was already three o'clock, and there was silence inside and outside Chang'an City, except for the middle alley and the south alley, singing and dancing, which was very lively.

Suddenly, a tall figure walked out of the alley and he walked towards the luxurious carriage parked at the entrance of the alley.

A follower in front of the car saw the man coming and bowed and said, "Young Master! Please get in the car."

"ah---!"

The man stretched his waist and groaned without hesitation: "This day is so boring. Everyone seems to have endless work to do. They want to ask someone to talk to him." After moaning, he got into the carriage, with no seats inside, just a carpet made of animal skin, with two pillows and a coffee table on it. He lay in the carriage and said lazily: "Go home."

The carriage immediately started to move. As he was shaking, he suddenly saw two figures walking by and hurriedly shouted: "Stop, stop!" He then stuck his head out of the window and said: "Han Yi, Han Yi!"

Hearing that someone outside the car said in surprise: "Young Master Yuan?"

This person is Yuan Liehu, and the two outside the car are Han Yi and Xing Wu.

Yuan Liehu said curiously: "Han Yi, where are you going so late?"

Han Yi said: "Oh, I'll go to the training camp to take a look."

"Why don't you go again tomorrow morning?"

"Oh, that's it, I want to surprise those students."

Han Yi smiled softly.

Surprise! Yuan Liehu's eyes rolled and he said, "It just so happens that I'm fine, I'll send you there."

Han Yi said: "No, I have prepared a carriage."

"It's okay, it's okay, just take my carriage, and I'll go and see Wuyue and Fatty."

Since Han Yi left, the training camp finally returned to peace and had always been peaceful. The students have adapted to this kind of life. It can even be said that they gradually fell in love with this collective life. Occasionally, they felt very interesting.
To be continued...