Gao Lishi's expression was extremely ugly. He looked at Yu Chaoen with eyes full of anger and unease. Yu Chaoen was intelligent and quick-witted and had been raised by him. However, Gao Lishi had never expected that the successor he had painstakingly raised would gain Li Longji's trust so quickly. He had even given such an important task as previewing memorials to Yu Chaoen. This made him feel very uneasy.
Yu Chaoen was seriously flipping through memorials when his body suddenly trembled. He saw a figure slowly walking over from the corner of his eyes. He knew that it was Gao Lishi.
"G-great General."
Yu Chaoen quickly put down the memorials in his hands and stood up to greet Gao Lishi. Seeing Gao Lishi's eyes full of hatred, Yu Chaoen felt very flustered.
"Great General, please don't misunderstand. Everyone understands that you have worked hard and was afraid that you would be too tired. Thus, I was asked to help share some of your burden."
Yu Chaoen's face was full of smiles as he explained and gave up his seat.
Gao Lishi did not say a word. He sat down with an ashen face and put the two piles of memorials that Yu Chaoen had divided together again. He glared fiercely at Yu Chaoen to clearly tell Yu Chaoen that choosing memorials was his personal privilege and that no one else could interfere.
Seeing Gao Lishi put together the memorials that he had painstakingly divided together again, Yu Chaoen's heart chilled. This time, he finally had a chance to show off in front of Li Longji. In the end, it was ruined by Gao Lishi. Furthermore, Gao Lishi's venomous gaze made him feel even more afraid. He was still inexperienced and was not indispensable in Li Longji's heart. If Gao Lishi wanted to deal with him, it would be very difficult for him to survive in the Imperial Palace.
Although Yu Chaoen was only 20 years old and still had a long life ahead of him, people were greedy and impatient. Just like in many dynasties, the Emperor had not yet died and the Crown Prince could not wait any longer. Thus, there was a drama of patricide and usurping the throne.
"You are still young and still have a long life ahead of you. There is no need to be so impatient."
Gao Lishi's words contained both warning and concern. After all, Yu Chaoen was the successor that he had personally groomed. When he was too old to walk, his current position would be Yu Chaoen's.
However, as long as Gao Lishi was still competent in the task of previewing memorials, he would not allow anyone else to blindly interfere. Even Yu Chaoen was not allowed.
"Great General, everyone is afraid that you will be too tired. Little Yu 'er is still young, there is no need to be impatient."
Yu Chaoen's face was full of smiles. He was afraid that he would make Gao Lishi unhappy.
"Cough cough."
Although Gao Lishi and Yu Chaoen's conversation was very soft, it still woke Li Longji up. Naturally, the contents of their conversation were also heard by Li Longji.
"Everyone."
Gao Lishi and Yu Chaoen nodded and saluted at the same time.
Li Longji opened his eyes slightly and looked at the two of them. "Great General, you woke up so quickly. Why don't you rest for a while?"
"Everyone, this old servant is not tired."
Li Longji smiled gently. "Great General, I am worried that you are too tired. Therefore, I asked Yu Chaoen to help you share some of the burden. Don't think too much. In my heart, the Great General will always be the most important. No one can replace you."
Gao Lishi knelt down in a panic and said respectfully, "Everyone, Little Yu 'er is too young. This old servant is worried that he is inexperienced and will miss the important matters of the imperial court. Previewing memorials is not tiring. This old servant can do it alone."
Yu Chaoen's heart was completely cold. Gao Lishi's attitude meant that he wanted to firmly grasp the privilege of previewing memorials in his hands and not let anyone else get involved.
Li Longji nodded lightly. "Fine. Since the Great General does not feel tired, then I will trouble the Great General. However, Yu Chaoen is smart and quick-witted. When the Great General is free, you can teach him more."
"Yes, everyone. This old servant understands."
Li Longji waved his hand and let Gao Lishi continue to flip through the memorials. He fell into deep thought.
He could see that Gao Lishi wanted to firmly grasp the privilege in his hands and not let anyone else get involved, just like how he firmly grasped the imperial power. Yu Chaoen was obviously impatient and wanted to have the Gao Lishi's privilege.
People's hearts were greedy and impatient. Yu Chaoen was like this. Then, what about the Crown Prince? Would he also be impatient and want to rule the world as soon as possible?
Li Longji frowned and had a trace of doubt about his son. However, at this time, the Crown Prince was completely under his control. He was generally more at ease.
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In the Honglu Guild Hall, Ang Lee and Zhao Yefu played for an entire afternoon. In addition to skiing in the snow, they each talked about the situation in their hometown. At the same time, Zhao Yefu also told Ang Lee about the dangerous situation in Dongnu Province and received Ang Lee's comfort.
Before dusk, Ang Lee got up and said goodbye, and Zhao Yefu personally sent him off regardless of her identity. She didn't stop until she sent Zhao Yefu to the Hanguang Gate.
On the way back to the Lingzhou Palace, Ang Lee was in a very good mood. He chatted and played with the girls from Nanjiang in the Honglu Guild Hall. In addition, the customs in Dongnu Province were more open than the Tang dynasty. Zhao Yefu was also much bolder than the girls in the Tang dynasty. She even deliberately fell into his arms repeatedly so that he could enjoy hugging girls.
Zhao Yefu was the Queen of Dongnu Province. She was the monarch of Dongnu Province. When he thought of the Queen of Dongnu being held in his arms, Ang Lee's heart suddenly surged with the excitement of conquest.
Zhao Yefu, you're the monarch of a country with such a noble status. Why would you fall in love with me? Am I better than all the men in Dongnu Province? No, I'm better than all the men in the world. I, Ang Lee, should be the most excellent man in the world.
Ang Lee thought happily. Unknowingly, he arrived at the Lingzhou Palace.
"Big Brother, Big Brother, you're finally back."
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the Palace, Li Kunxiong strode up to him.
Ang Lee was slightly startled, "What's wrong, Kunxiong? What happened?"
"Big Brother, we went hunting in Shenhe Plain today. Brother Shouyu shot a pigeon with a letter tied to its leg.
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"It's a carrier pigeon. Who sent it?"
Li An furrowed his brows.
"Big Brother, we don't understand the content of the letter, and we don't dare to ask anyone. It's this letter."
Li Feiyu walked over and handed the letter to Ang Lee.
Ang Lee took the letter and casually glanced at it before closing it. It was clearly written in Tubo, but he didn't know what was written on it.
In his previous life, Ang Lee was interested in history and culture. He had seen Tubo before, but he didn't spend time to learn it.
The Tubo language was created by the Tubo Sage Sambuza. He was one of the seven Sages under Tsangpo Songtsen Gampo of Tubo. He had a high status in Tubo. He was born in 618 AD and died in 650 AD. It was now the 29th year of the Tang dynasty, which was 741 AD. It had been almost 100 years since Sambuza's death.
In other words, it had only been a hundred years since the Tubo language was created. The Tang dynasty had always regarded itself as a great empire. They looked down on foreign cultures. Therefore, there weren't many people in Chang 'an who could understand Tubo.
Ang Lee really wanted to know what was written in the letter. He had a hunch that this letter was most likely related to the Tubo assassin who tried to assassinate Zhao Yefu.
However, this letter was most likely related to confidential information. For this reason, he needed to find a trustworthy person. Ang Lee had just entered Chang 'an not too long ago. It wasn't easy to find a trustworthy person who could read Tubo.
"It's fine. Since we don't know what's written on it, why don't we burn it? It might be a disaster if we keep it," Li Feiyu suggested.
He had the same hunch as Ang Lee. He felt that it had something to do with the assassin. However, he couldn't be sure. If there were other secrets involved, they might get into trouble.
Ang Lee gently waved his hand, "No. I'll go find Uncle Yan tomorrow morning. He's been in Beijing for ten years. He should know how to deal with it."
When everyone heard this, they nodded in agreement.
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At Yan Zhenqing's residence in Yanshou Square, Imperial Censor Yan Zhenqing was practicing calligraphy in the main hall. He wasn't on duty today and he didn't have any friends with him. Therefore, he decided to do something that interested him.
"Alang, Li Shaolang is here."
Yan Zhenqing was taken aback. When he looked up, Ang Lee had already walked in.
"Nice to meet you, Uncle."
Ang Lee bowed to Yan Zhenqing with a smile on his face.
Yan Zhenqing grinned. Then, he said sarcastically, "You're fine. You've just entered the capital and you're already an eighth-rank Xuanjie Commandant. Your salary is the same as mine. You're really something."
"Uncle, you flatter me. I'm just lucky. I still need more experience."
Ang Lee was used to being humble.
Yan Zhenqing nodded in agreement. He asked, "You're fine. Are you here to catch up with me or do you have something to discuss?"
Ang Lee didn't beat around the bush. He went straight to the point and told Yan Zhenqing about how Lifei Shouyu shot down the carrier pigeon and received a secret letter from Tufan. He also asked for Yan Zhenqing's opinion.
When Yan Zhenqing heard this, his interest was piqued. "You're fine. Did you bring the letter?"
"Uncle, this is it."
Yan Zhenqing nodded. "You're fine. You've come to the right place today. You don't need to find a capable person who knows Tufan. I have one in my residence."
"Why? Uncle actually knows Tufan?"
Ang Lee was very surprised. Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy was top-notch. He didn't expect him to know Tufan too. It was really amazing.
Yan Zhenqing grinned and laughed. "Haha, how would uncle know this? This is my niece, Ruyu. She's been reading poetry since she was young and has learned many barbarian languages. This Tufan is definitely not a problem for her. Now, she's living in uncle's residence."
"Uncle's niece is called Ruyu. Then, isn't her full name Yan Ruyu, Yan Ruyu, Yan Ruyu?"
Ang Lee was a little absent-minded for a moment. He repeated this name many times. After all, this name made people think too much. Just one sentence, "There's Yan Ruyu in the book." How many scholars had their hair turned white because of it?
Yan Zhenqing frowned. "You're fine. What's wrong with you? Could it be that you've seen Ruyu?"
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