According to legend, there is a famous cottage in a city, but not many people have seen it smoky, but everyone says it is a hazy cottage; there is a temple ringing bells and drums, which will remind everyone to wake up the morning and the morning, but not many people have heard of it; some people have seen the snow in summer here, which is on a mountain, and a lotus is like a yin and yang fish, and the snow comes very suddenly.

That city is called Chang'an, the thousand-year-old capital.

Looking into that direction, you can see a black city wall suddenly appearing at the end. The city wall is very high, as if it extends to the sky, covering half of the sky and the faint afterglow of the sunset. Looking closely, you can see a few black dots in the sky constantly circling, probably a goshawk.

In the post station, Tang Yun quietly stared at the tall and thin middle-aged man in front of him, with a gentle temperament, his cheeks as if they were cut by a knife, but there were a little more vicissitudes of wrinkles. Like scholars all over the world, they could see their deep character, which was the pride of scholars.

Looking at Ma Dongyang, Tang Yun thought of the Ma Zhibai he saw at Qiling Post. The two of them looked so similar. At that time, Tang Yun couldn't help but sigh. This young man had the style of his father, both of them were strong and upright, and they were as upright as a bamboo.

But now, Tang Yun realized that she was wrong.

Perhaps Ma Dongyang, who was young, was like Ma Zhibai, had a young man's unyielding and arrogant attitude, and would also give guidance to the country and the marquis of ten thousand households. However, the Minister of Rites who stood in front of her now had no status as the Minister of Rites, but the Minister of Rites.

The Minister of Rites is an official, what a great official, the most powerful person in the world, has been in trouble for decades, and has become the Minister of Rites today in white clothes. He is no longer the scholar who inspired the writing when he was young.

Tang Yun is a princess, a person who grew up in the political whirlpool. How could she not know what Ma Dongyang's words mean?

Gu Qingci, the young man with the most charming style, regained Changling County, which is a mixed bag of fish and dragons by his own strength. This is a contribution that many people may not be able to get in their lives, not to mention that the great achievements of standing and the city wall, wearing white clothes, dyed blood, and protecting the country's gates!

Such achievements are rare and difficult to obtain. It can make a poor family's future look like a sea, from now on, fish leaping on the dragon gate, and from then on, and rise to the top. Even if they have no achievements in their life, they can still reach the level of an important official in the court.

But, Gu Qingci only has one unyielding pride.

His pride is not enough to allow him to save his due credit, because he is just a young man without a background.

Tang Yun's eyes were not emotional, but just looked at Ma Dongyang coldly and said, "Shangshu Ma, what do you want to do? What does it have to do with this princess?"

Ma Dongyang knew Tang Yun's identity well and knew that this was a smart person. He didn't want to make too much meaningless concealment. He said directly: "Zhang Zhihuan, the governor of Langya County, sent a memorial half a month ago, and wrote to Changling County to quell the chaos in Changling County with his own strength and protect the safety of the people."

Tang Yun just said calmly: "I know what you said."

Ma Dongyang calmed down and said slowly: "On the memorial, the county magistrate is Ma Zhibai, who is my only son."

Tang Yun fully understood that a very simple thing. In order to flatter Ma Dongyang, the Minister of Rites, the Langya County Magistrate directly assigned Gu Qingci's merit to Ma Zhibai. This merit was enough to make Ma Zhibai stand out among the last Jinshi, and Ma Dongyang accepted it.

However, they did not expect that Gu Qingci would do the task of defending the country's borders afterwards, and actually successfully protected the dignity of the country. Such achievements were enough to make people excited, not to mention the memorial before this. This contribution had already made Ma Dongyang move. He wanted to take it as his son's way to advance.

Tang Yun was silent. She knew the significance of her. After all, she personally participated in this matter. If she also confirmed it, she could basically simply seize the merits that originally belonged to Gu Qingci. If she did not prove it, the merits would still be Gu Qingci, but she would completely offend Ma Dongyang, an important minister of the court, and would also implicate the governor of Langya County...

"What can I get?"

Tang Yun asked very bluntly, and there was no need to beat around the bush at this time.

Ma Dongyang bowed slightly and said, "The Seventh Prince Mo Yi is now old, and the princess should prepare."

At this point, Ma Dongyang didn't say anything.

But Tang Yun understood.

Ma Dongyang is also old, he wants to find a way out for his son, and similarly, Tang Yun also needs to prepare for his younger brother. The two can stand in the same camp, which is also a transaction. Tang Yun helps Ma Zhibai, while Ma Dongyang helps Tang Moyi, a very fair transaction.

The only little afterglow in the sky completely disappeared. Perhaps the prosperous night market was entering Chang'an City, but the town outside the city began to fall into silence and darkness.

The lights in the room were swaying, and they should shine on Tang Yun’s beautiful face. She seemed very entangled and hesitant. After a long time, she made up her mind and nodded slowly, saying, “Shangshu Ma, I will trouble you to assist Mo Yi in the future!”

Ma Dongyang smiled on his face, and he was naturally satisfied. The Seventh Prince was a strong competitor to the position of the prince. Now, after getting such great benefits, it was the best choice to choose the camp. He bowed and said, "Thank you, Princess, I must do my best. It's too late, I'll leave!"

Ma Dongyang left, and Tang Yun was in a bad mood.

In fact, Tang Yun didn't have to worry about it. Any ordinary person could make a decision quickly. After all, although Gu Qingci is a young man with great potential, it is only potential after all. No matter how far he can grow in the future, now it is just a shallow water.

However, compared with this, there is a real Minister of Rites, one of the six imperial court departments. No matter how Ma Dongyang's support is calculated, it is not comparable to Gu Qingci today, and it is completely different from the same class.

Tang Yun was entangled, but the cynical face appeared in her mind. She thought of the back of the horse-riding battlefield, and the man who always makes people curious is as unpredictable as a mystery.

But curiosity is just a momentary emotion after all, and it is impossible to compare with the position of the prince, and the light of this reality is always intertwined with darkness.

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