"Just like the case of Pugu Huaien, as the imperial court stabilizes, sooner or later his military power will be taken away and he will be allowed to spend his old age in Beijing. He waited until this moment to think that it would be too aggrieved to give up his military power, and he wanted to break up with the imperial court.

It’s clear, it’s too late. People have to look forward. It’s meaningless to dwell on the rights and wrongs of the past.” Xue Bai said: “It’s the same for me.”

"Where is the same?"

"Now the country is gradually settling down and the state affairs are on the right track... My father-in-law hopes that I will look forward and not cling to the past. Those right and wrong are meaningless." Xue Bai said: "I have received the assistance of him and many good ministers and generals.

, Governing the Tang Dynasty well is better than anything else."

Yan Yan certainly didn't understand these words because they were so vague and she didn't mention the specific issues, but she still understood part of them.

She thought for a while, gave an example, and said: "It's like our child is named 'Li Zuo' and you don't like this name because it was given by Emperor Xuanzong."

"Yes." Xue Bai said, "But it's not important anymore."

He paused for a moment and then said: "It really doesn't matter. No matter what the surname or the first name, it's just a small detail, just like the fruits held in the hands of the palace. I asked them to give it to them, so they can give it to me. There's nothing uncomfortable about it."

Yes, once I figured it out, I suddenly became enlightened."

Yan Yan asked: "Is this what you were thinking about at the Cuju venue?"

"Well, all this is what I want, there's nothing to worry about."

Xue Bai patted Yan Yan on the back and ignored this strange topic.

Finally, he muttered something to himself.

"Actually, I know that my husband has been working hard."

For a long, long time after that, Xue Bai didn't go to that deserted Cuju field again.

He does not need to sit on that rough stone, he has his own dragon chair that symbolizes supreme power; he does not need a space that belongs only to himself, because the emperor is rich in the world.

He gradually blurred what he said in front of Li Longji at that time. At that time, he said that one day he would let the world know that he was not actually Li Qian. Looking back now, it seemed that he was deliberately trying to anger Li Longji.

Maybe it was sincere at the time, but now Xue Bai seems to have begun to forget it.

The reason was that there were many good ministers like Yan Zhenqing in the court, and most of them were loyal to Li Tang Sheji. As the situation stabilized, Xue Bai did not want to let them down.

~~

Pugu Huaien returned to Chang'an and moved into his mansion in Chengmingfang.

To his surprise, the imperial court did not settle accounts with him, but kept emphasizing that he had returned to the capital in an honest manner, and then continued to reward him.

He already had back gangrene, which became more serious due to his anger. In addition, he lost a lot of blood due to a broken finger, and his body suddenly declined. He could only lie on the soft couch all day long.

Pu Gujuan found many people to serve him, and they were provided with the best food and clothing. However, Chang'an was prosperous and there were many official entertainment events. Since he entered the capital, Pu Gujuan had been homeless most of the time.

Occasionally, when Pugu Huaien sees his son, he can't wait to curse him.

"You are addicted to drinking and sex all day long, what big thing can you do?!"

"What big thing is the child going to do? It's not that his father was confused. Now the child has to repair his connections."

"Enough!" Pugu Huai'en scolded: "Connections? Don't you know that those officials have been instructed to lead you to sing and dance to achieve peace, so that you can show it to the vassal towns everywhere..."

"What's wrong with that?"

Pu Gujun actually asked a question, then stepped forward and said: "Master, we have returned to Chang'an. What's wrong with living a simpler life? We don't have to fight and kill anymore, and we don't have to eat sand from the wind anymore. I

I also heard that the doctors in Chang'an are highly skilled and may be able to cure your back gangrene."

Pugu Huaien shook his head.

He refused to give in, and finally said: "The newspapers said that I would return to Beijing as soon as I received the order, calling me 'respectful and obedient', right?"

"Yes, grandpa."

"Then where is my backbone? If it weren't for you, a rebellious son, I could challenge the imperial court. Don't others know about my courage and strength?"

Pu Gujue was surprised and said: "Why should others know? Then we will be impeached."

Pugu closed his eyes with gratitude and hatred, unable to express his anger to his son.

What he repeatedly wanted to emphasize was that the court treated him unfairly.

First, he had assisted Li Heng, so he was not given the importance Li Tang deserved; second, he sent his daughter and relatives back to Hehe out of loyalty, but was accused of having different intentions; third, he wanted Pu Gujun to succeed Jiedushi.

This is to compensate for the many people of his Pugu clan who died in the war.

His resistance was to declare these things, not for Ning Guogong's title, not for his current life of contentment and waiting for death.

As a result, once he returned to Chang'an, no one listened to his grievances anymore.

Everyone praised him for being respectful and submissive, and put him on a soft couch covered with flowers, leaving him to wait for death.

The next day, Pugu Huaien ordered someone to find a scholar.

"I've met Mr. Ning Guo."

"I heard that you are one of the best writers in Wannian County. Your articles have been published in newspapers many times."

"yes."

Pugu Huaien said: "Write a confession for me and I will submit it to the court."

"There should be no shortage of staff in Duke Ning's palace, so why do we need students to write it?"

Pugu Huai'en frowned and said, "Because my staff refuses to help me write it."

After that, he directly stated the attitude he wanted to express.

Before this incident, he had once made a self-incrimination statement to Li Heng, saying that he had several major crimes, such as being too loyal to the country, making great contributions to Li Heng, and killing all his sons for Li Heng...

…In short, they are all irony.

He has this bad temper, and now he has done it again.

First, he told the three grievances he had suffered, and then continued: "Therefore, I couldn't figure it out for a while, so I almost raised Shuofang's soldiers to fight against the imperial court. I almost fell out with the imperial court and raised my sword to fight against Guo Ziyi. If it hadn't been for my mother's advice, I would have fought against Guo Ziyi.

He was also worried about the overall situation and was in danger of making a big mistake. I beg the saint to punish him."

"Mr. Pu Gu, why are you doing this?!"

"If you are asked to write, just write." Pugu Huaien said with a straight face: "You must write with great brilliance and righteous indignation."

"But, apart from getting you punished and incriminating the students, what's the use of such a memorial?"

Pugu Huaien said: "If I don't say it out, I will hold it in my heart and panic."

"How about the student give you a lesson? To be honest, Pu Gugong, the student is good at some health-preserving methods."

"Shut up! Write to me, or I will kill you!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Soon, the scholar wrote a memorial. Pugu Huai'en read it and was very happy. He praised it repeatedly and asked him to copy it. He stamped it with a big seal himself, sealed it and had it delivered to the palace.

He also paid a large sum of money and asked the other party to publish the document in a newspaper in Chang'an.

No matter what others think, he wants the world to know that he resisted the imperial court and why.

All night long, Pugu Huaien lay on the soft couch without falling asleep.

That night, he knew that his descendants were enjoying themselves and having fun, and that no official in Chang'an City was paying attention to him as before.

When he was in Shuofang, he was a ferocious beast that could snatch people and eat them, and he was a hero who could cause turmoil in the Tang Dynasty. But now? In the eyes of Chang'an officials, he has become a waste and is not worthy of attention.

It doesn't matter, they will soon pay attention to him, denounce him again, and stir up a storm.

He might be convicted or even beheaded. He would rather be bruised and bruised in the struggle than wait to die alone here.

Finally, daybreak came and it was afternoon again.

Pu Gujuan strode over with a hangover and an official document in his hand.

"Grandma!"

Pugu Huaien raised his head, knowing that his son was going to ask him angrily why he did this.

"Master." Pu Gujuan said in an excited tone: "The imperial court promoted me. How did I figure it out? I actually proposed to the imperial court to cut off the financial power, appointment and dismissal rights of the local military envoys..."

"What did you say?"

Pugu Jun couldn't wait to put his promotion documents in front of Pugu Huai'en, and said with a smile: "In this way, the Pugu clan no longer has to worry about being liquidated by the court!"

"Where is my memorial?" Pugu Huai'en was shocked and angry and asked, "Where is my memorial?!"

The next day, he saw that his excerpt was published in the Tang Dynasty Political Journal, and it was exactly the same as what Pugu Jian said.

"This is not my memorial!"

Pugu Huai'en was so angry that he tore the newspaper into pieces and threatened to find the villain who wrote the documents for him.

But no matter how angry he gets, his family and staff all feel that the current outcome is the best.

At first, he heard a lot of comfort, telling him that such a life was comfortable and safe, which many people could not ask for. It was said that medical skills were developing rapidly, and his back gangrene might be cured.

Gradually, fewer and fewer people came to see him, and the ulcer on his back was not cured. He lay there and gradually developed bedsores.

Such gorgeous and soft silk can actually cause bedsores.

Sometimes news comes from the northwest.
To be continued...