At the end of the court meeting, Yang Guang took off and returned to the palace. Most officials surrounded Yang Su, congratulating and praising each other, and flattering. It can be said that Yang Su's power has reached its peak, and the ministers in the court have had to bow down to please him.

Not only Yang Su's official title, but also the prime minister team in the court, three of the seven people came from the Yang family, namely Yang Yue and Yang Da. The Yang family, who stood in the court and above the fourth rank, had at least dozens of people, and had a large scale. They all served in the three provinces, six ministries, and nine ministers and censors.

Even the royal Yang clan has to have a friendship with the Hongnong Yang clan to maintain a big Yang clan!

After all, Yang Jian seized power because the orphan and widowed mother of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, who was a relative of the foreign country, changed the dynasty through conspiracy to seize power and abdicate. Yang Jian's own clan was not that powerful and did not have many descendants. The Yang clan of the royal family was far less than the foundation of the Hongnong Yang clan.

Gao Yang, He Ruo, Yuanshou and others were a little disdainful and turned around and left.

Some officials also surrounded Luo Zhaoyun, threw olive branches to him, and prepared to hold a banquet to invite him to participate.

Anyone can see that Luo Cheng, whose name is Zhaoyun, has been revived by His Majesty, has a prosperous career and a versatile talent in civil and military affairs. His future achievements are limitless. Maybe they will be like Yang Su, Yuwen Shu, Gao Bing, and Changsun Sheng.

Luo Zhaoyun couldn't offend this group of officials without slapping them, so he communicated with the snake's tail in vain. He finally squeezed out of the court, but was stopped by Changsun Sheng and wanted to ask him to follow him back to the mansion, because Changsun Wuji had been thinking about him.

"Okay, then go to Uncle Changsun's mansion to have a meal."

Changsun Sheng stroked his beard and smiled: "Haha, do you have a restaurant to make a living, and are you still worried about eating? It's not easy to invite you to come here now. So many officials want to invite you but cannot."

Luo Zhaoyun said modestly: "Uncle Changsun has been awarded for me. I am just a junior. There is nothing worth catching up with. It's just too proud of me."

"With this kind of awareness, your road will go further, haha, go and have a drink with me when you go back." Changsun Sheng pulled Luo Zhaoyun's arm, left the imperial city, got on the bus and went far away.

Half an hour later, he reached Changsun Mansion. The twelve-year-old Changsun Wuji and the five-year-old Guanyin maid were very excited when they saw Luo Zhaoyun coming. The three of them started playing together.

For some reason, Guanyin maid, who was about to reach the age of six, was very attached to Luo Zhaoyun and could recite several poems he had written and dictated it.

"Brother Zhaoyun, Guanyin maid is about to be six years old. If you want your own name, can you give me a name?"

"Didn't my father give you one? Changsun Wugui, who was in the lower volume of "Qin Cao" in the Han Dynasty, asked me what was the dirt in my ear? It was said that Wugui. The two words Wugui meant the most pure Wugui."

Guanyin maid pouted and shook her head and said, "Wuqi, dirt, sounds not clean, but very dirty. I don't like it! Brother Zhaoyun is knowledgeable and talented, so he will definitely give the maid a good name."

Luo Zhaoyun smiled bitterly, thinking that it was a bit difficult to quote the scriptures and take the characters from the ancient Chinese fu and explain them.

He thought for a while and said, "It's better to call Changsun Wurong, so that everyone can call you Rong'er."

"Changsun Wurong, Rong'er, well, this sounds much easier." Guanyin maid giggled, as if satisfied.

The luncheon was eaten at Changsun's mansion. Changsun Sheng, Changsun Wuji and Luo Zhaoyun had a drink and chatted a little. It was not until the afternoon when Luo Zhaoyun said goodbye and left.

When he returned to his mansion, it was almost dusk. Luo Zhaoyun saw that there were many guards and chariots and horses in front of his mansion. He was confused. When he entered the house, he realized that Prince Yang Zhao and the little princess arrived.

In the first year of Daye, the little princess Yang Caiyu had already been granted the title and was named Princess Ruyi.

Luo Zhaoyun came to the living room and saw Prince Yang Zhao and Princess Ruyi accompanying Ning Muhe, drinking tea and waiting for his return.

"Crown Prince, Your Highness, why are you here?"

The prince stood up and smiled and said, "Haha, why, can't we come?"

Luo Zhaoyun said politely: "That's not the case. I'm sending someone to inform me in advance. I'm still welcomed you in the mansion. Now I'm asking the two high men to wait over the mansion."

Prince Yang Zhao has gained a lot of weight, weighing 240 or 50 kilograms, lacking majesty and being more friendly. He smiled and said, "We have just arrived for a while and knew you went to Changsun's mansion for a drink. As your banquet is about to end, we will come here and see you before New Year's Eve. Otherwise, there will be someone who will not be able to wait."

Princess Ruyi heard something from her brother Wang's words and deliberately mocked her, feeling relieved, and her cheeks suddenly became rosy.

She is three years younger than Luo Zhaoyun, and now she is thirteen years old, and she is graceful. In a few days, she will be fourteen years old after New Year's Eve.

After not seeing him for a year, the moment Princess Ruyi saw Luo Zhaoyun enter the lobby, her eyes almost frozen. She stared at him, and the indescribable thoughts, sourness, happiness, excitement, and all kinds of complex emotions were intertwined, making a girl feel hazy and drunk.

The girl princess was wearing a plain fox fur coat, a cotton skirt with a squid rosy dress, a pair of croaker-toed boots, and a small peach-leaf-shaped gold ornament underneath. The narrow and thin clothes made her look delicate and slim and fit, and her waist was as simple as a regular one, elegant in appearance. She was no longer a young yellow-haired girl, but a beautiful girl who could be painted. (To be continued.)
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