Zhang Xuan laughed, "It turns out that after a long time of moving the capital, the real purpose is to lead to this matter. Why do you still have to turn around and not say it outright?"

Du Ruhui quickly explained: "Your Highness, moving the capital is also a major event. This is actually part of the topic of ascending the throne. Everyone wants to ask about moving the capital, so I will talk about moving the capital first, not deliberately turning the round."

Zhang Xuan smiled slightly, "I'm just a joke. I know moving is a big deal, so I answered seriously, let's say that! I will definitely not consider moving the capital within ten years."

"Thank you for clarifying this matter. In fact, when you enter the city with triumphant victory, you should be able to feel the people of the world's recognition of Your Highness's ascension to the throne. Why does Your Highness still move backwards?"

Of course, Zhang Xuan remembered that when he entered the city, hundreds of thousands of people in Zhongdu shouted, "Long live the Emperor!", and even his prime ministers raised their arms and shouted, not to mention the army. The time for his ascension to the throne was ripe, and becoming His Majesty the Emperor was a long time to be.

But Zhang Xuan was hesitant about this matter. It was not a moral issue. He did not owe anything to the Sui Dynasty. There was a young emperor in the palace now, but everyone had long forgotten him, and even Empress Dowager Xiao did not take him to heart. This was actually a kind of protection for the child. He could abdicate safely and not have any worries about his life.

The reason why Zhang Xuan was reluctant to ascend the throne was mainly because of what Li Yuan mentioned in military and political power. He had no brothers and nephews, so it was impossible for the clan to take control of military power like Li Yuan. However, if he interfered in military affairs as an emperor, would there be any disadvantages of the Tang Dynasty? The court intervened too deeply in military affairs, which was the root cause of the repeated failures of the Tang Dynasty.

But Zhang Xuan also knew that once the time was ripe, he had to seize the opportunity. Once the window of opportunity passed, there would be resistance to ascending the throne. Although his resistance would not be too great, at least he would not be as united as he is now. The regaining of Luoyang made his prestige come to his name. This is indeed a thousand-year opportunity for him to ascend the throne.

After pondering for a long time, Zhang Xuan sighed and said, "Let me think about it again!"

Du Ruhui was secretly happy in his heart. The King of Qi finally let go and no longer refuse in one go like before. They had hope.

At this time, a guard in the hall reported: "Your Highness, Military Commander Fang is asking for a visit!"

Du Ruhui stood up and said, "I have nothing to do here, so I will say goodbye to Your Highness."

Zhang Xuan nodded, "I need to consider the matter of ascending the throne carefully. Don't talk about this for the time being."

"I understand!" Du Ruhui bowed and said goodbye.

Soon, military advisor Fang Xuanling walked into the hall. Fang Xuanling's official room was also on the fifth floor, opposite Du Ruhui. Fang Xuanling's position was the chief secretary, that is, the highest civilian official of the military. In addition to the planning of the military advisor, he was also in charge of external intelligence. Originally, some military affairs were also in charge of him, but these chores distracted his energy, so Zhang Xuan removed all kinds of chores from his various chores so that he could concentrate on assisting himself.

"Your Highness, I just received a express report from the Chang'an Intelligence Bureau. I think it's quite interesting. I'll give it to you to take a look."

Fang Xuanling handed a quick report to Zhang Xuan. Zhang Xuan took it and said with a smile: "Let's sit down and talk."

The two sat down and the personal soldiers served tea to the two. Then Zhang Xuan looked at the report carefully. The report was written by Lu Ping, the new leader of the Chang'an Intelligence Agency. In the report, he listed Li Yuanji's various bad deeds and pointed out that Li Yuanji could be the second Wang Shiyun. Next, he talked about Li Yuanji threatening Yu Yun, which forced the Intelligence Agency to burn the Qingyun diner.

After reading the report, Zhang Xuan smiled and said, "Why should I burn Qingyun's wine shop? Isn't it good to leave it to Li Yuanji to frame it?"

Fang Xuanling understood the lord's meaning. The lord hoped that the conflict would expand. The sharp conflict between Li Yuanji and Guanlong nobles would naturally weaken the foundation of the Tang Dynasty. Fang Xuanling smiled and said, "They are also an instinctive reaction. After all, Qingyun Restaurant is really an important intelligence base in Chang'an. If Li Yuanji finds out any problem, it may threaten the security of the Intelligence Agency."

"No need to explain, he knows very well, I'm just talking." Zhang Xuan waved his hand with a smile.

But Fang Xuanling knew that the lord was not just a talk. Since Li Yuanji had already argued with the Guanlong nobles, how could the lord let go of this opportunity? Fang Xuanling smiled and said, "Although the Qingyun Restaurant was burned, it will only make Li Yuanji hate Yu Yun even more. This person is narrow-minded and will retaliate with grudges, and his methods are cruel. How could he let go if Yu Yun plays him like this? I believe that news will come soon."

Zhang Xuan nodded, "This Lu Ping has a good vision and can see through the essence of the matter. He passed this incident on his way as soon as he took office. I hope he can open up the situation as soon as possible."

"I hope so too."

After a pause, Fang Xuanling said again: "Weichen is also considering expanding the intelligence agency in the Tang Dynasty. Not only will it set up an intelligence agency in Chang'an, but it is also preparing to set up three more intelligence agencies in Taiyuan, Chengdu and Jincheng, corresponding to Bingzhou, Bashu and Longyou respectively, to prepare for next year's battle."

"Can!"

Zhang Xuan immediately agreed: "The military advisor will also write a detailed report, and I will be able to execute it after I approve it."

At dusk, Zhang Xuan's wide carriage slowly walked south along the middle road of Yecheng under the escort of hundreds of guards. The north and south central axis of Zhongdu was called Xinye Avenue, and the east and west main road was called Anyang Avenue. This is the north and south central axis and the east and west longitudinal line.

Among them, Xinye Avenue is fifty meters wide, and two rows of pine and cypress are planted in the middle. Between the pine and cypress is a flat green brick road three meters wide, slightly higher than the road surface on both sides. This green brick road is called the middle road, and the carriage is extremely flat and comfortable to walk on.

Currently, only four types of people are qualified to use this middle road. One is the 800-mile emergency messenger, the second is the senior official above the third rank, the third is the general and his personal followers, and the last one is naturally Zhang Xuan and his family. This includes Empress Dowager Xiao. Except for these four types of people, no other people are allowed to use this middle road.

Zhang Xuan's carriage slowly walked on the middle road. Zhang Xuan's home is currently in the harem and is very close to returning from Tiange. But today Zhang Xuan's heart was a little confused. He needed to calm down and think about some issues carefully. In fact, it was just to consider the matter of ascending the throne.

Today, Du Ruhui came to test his willingness to ascend the throne. Of course, Zhang Xuan knew that Du Ruhui was just a representative. Behind him, the seven prime ministers of Ziwei Pavilion were waiting for news. The ministers had hoped that he had ascended the throne for countless times. Although they had their own selfishness, they all wanted to be founding ministers and make contributions to support them, but Zhang Xuan believed that this was more of the ministers' responsibility to the fate and future of the Northern Sui Dynasty.

It has been four years since the Northern Sui Dynasty was established. It was almost ten years since he came to this era since the nine years of Daye. He also moved up step by step from a confused and unconscious foreigner, and finally established his own dynasty. He fought south and north every year, occupying most of the world. Tens of millions of people are looking forward to his ascension to the throne. What reason does he have to ignore the expectations of the people in the world?

In fact, the reason why Zhang Xuan refused to ascend the throne was not entirely for military power. Another very important reason was that he felt that he was not ready yet. As for where he was not ready, he couldn't explain clearly. Perhaps it was a hint of psychological resistance. Ascending the throne to the emperor means that he would lose his freedom at the cost of losing his freedom.

Zhang Xuan's eyes fell outside the car window. Through the gaps between pine and cypress, he could see the situation on the street. People came and went, men, women, young and old, mostly plump and rosy in their faces. This means that most of their lives are rich, but their clothes are simpler. Of course, there are also many brightly colored silk silks, but more loose and fine linen. It seems that the simple life he advocates has gradually become deeply rooted in people's hearts.

At this time, more than a dozen old men knelt down to his carriage and saluted, attracting many passers-by to kneel down. Zhang Xuan felt a move in his heart and ordered: "Stop!"

The carriage stopped slowly, and Zhang Xuan pointed at a dozen old men and said to the guards: "Please invite those dozen old men and don't scare them."

Several personal guards turned over and got off the horse and ran towards a group of old men. Soon, more than a dozen old men were invited to the carriage. They knelt down and kowtow together, "Xiaomin greets His Highness, King Qi!"

Zhang Xuan said lightly: "Dear fathers, don't be too polite, please get up!"

The personal guards stepped forward and helped up more than a dozen old men. The old men were trembling, wondering what happened to His Highness the King of Qi to them? (To be continued.).
Chapter completed!